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J O N A T H A N  S T O R M   ♦     F L E D G L I N G  A D V E N T U R E R   ♦   B A X T E R  B U I L D I N G ,  N E W  Y O R K   
O R I G I N S:

Johnny Storm is the posterchild for "didn't get enough attention growing up." The younger of two children to renowned scientist Franklin Storm, young Jonathan never lived up to the high expectations his father set; unlike his brilliant sister, Susan. Still, he was afforded all the same opportunities, so, when his father co-founded a next-generation think tank dedicated to the advancement of humanity, the Future Foundation, Johnny was one of a dozen young people brought into the program.

Despite the many attempts by his father to get Johnny to apply himself over the last half decade, the younger Storm never took to the sciences and instead turned his attention to other endeavors. Such as street racing and girl chasing. An adrenaline junkie through-and-through, Johnny often clashed with his father during these years. So, it came as much of a surprise to the elder Storm when Jonathan announced he would be participating in one of the Foundation's upcoming projects alongside the think-tank's premiere young mind, Reed Richards. 

If one were to ask Johnny the details of the project or its ultimate purpose, one would be left with more questions than they began with. What Johnny knew and cared about regarding the project was simple: first, it involved some highly experimental and potentially dangerous new technology, and, second, it allowed him to annoy the Hell out of his sister and her boyfriend, Reed. Those were more than enough reasons for the thrill-seeker. 

To most, the project would be deemed a disastrous failure that resulted in catastrophic damage, extensive hospital stays, biohazard quarantines, millions in lost machinery, and ultimately the near-death and the extensive mutagenic alterations of the four team members. To Johnny, however, the project was a resounding, life-altering success that resulted in something beyond his wildest dreams. 

Shortly after recovering from his wounds, while still in active quarantine awaiting test results, Johnny Storm was asked how he felt about all the changes the doomed experiment had brought about. His answer:

"It's #$%&! fantastic!"

S A M P L E   P O S T:
Wyatt Wingfoot stood atop the Baxter Building, 35 stories above the Manhattan streets, looking out at the beautiful city skyline. The young man had lived in the city for nearly three years yet felt he’d always marvel at its sight. Having grown up in Oklahoma, there was just no comparing the two. New York was one of those rare things that Wyatt felt only grew more impressive with time. 

“You ready for this?”

Wyatt turned to face the voice. Jonathan Storm: his best friend of over two years. The two met during their freshman year at Metro College, where they had been roommates. While Johnny had dropped out after the first year, their friendship remained. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Wyatt asked amusedly. 

Johnny Storm patted his friend on the shoulder, an achievement given Wyatt’s considerable stature. “Dude, I was born ready for this.”

Wyatt couldn’t help but chortle. Jonathan was nothing if not confident. Some people would call it cockiness, and Wyatt wouldn’t begrudge them of that, but Johnny had an air about him that was infectious. When spending time around the young man, one couldn’t help but be drawn into the adventurous spirit that he exuded. It was that desire to seek out adventure that had cemented the duo’s friendship. In the relatively brief time they’d known one another, Wyatt and Johnny had gone off on many fun exploits. From skydiving to joyriding and everything in between. 

This new adventure, though, would prove to be their most fantastic. 

Wyatt didn’t bother replying to his friend, who had by now approached the edge of the rooftop and was peering at the street several hundred feet below. Latching the safety harness he wore that secured him to the Baxter Building, Wyatt joined Johnny at the edge and slid his phone out. Finger poised over the record button, he looked expectantly at Johnny. 

With a cheeky smile plastered across his handsome face, Johnny nodded. He spun around so his back was at the ledge, flashed a thumbs-up at the camera, and then leaned far enough back for gravity to take over. 

Wyatt’s phone caught the moment his friend toppled over the ledge and the series of expletives that followed. When he would later replay the video, Wyatt would realize it had been him who swore in shock despite fully being aware of what was about to happen. Leaning further over the edge, the strap attaching him to the building keeping him safe, Wyatt watched as the body of his friend hurtled toward the ground. 

For as long as Wyatt knew him, Johnny Storm was one of those rare things that Wyatt felt only grew more impressive with time. As the plummeting figure neared the bustling city street, that feeling continued to hold true. 

A brilliant, orange burst of light erupted from below, and Wyatt grinned and whooped excitedly as he watched a fiery arc trail up and away from the impending pavement. Two words resounded triumphantly as the glowing figure rocketed across the beautiful city skyline:

“FLAME ON!”

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