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Theme: Fire / Trogdor
Name: Elda Keegan
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Bio:
Every man and woman has fire in them. A spark of sacred fire. At it's best and brightest, it shines warm and light, and dancing flame of creation. But fire has tendency to get out of control. A small flame becomes a roaring inferno. The spark of the truly fiery spark the small amber of those who surround them, pushing them to action. Such flames not only warm, but burn. Not only brighten, but blind. They are revered and feared. And so it is imperative for the continuation of society that no such fire occurs. Men and women are thus kept into a state of slow burning amber, warm enough to keep the fire going, but never bright to shine by themselves. The fire won't die, but it certainly won't live. The ambers that shine too brightly are simply a danger - they must be managed, either suppressed or simply removed for the sake of everyone else.
Elda was not a particularly bright flame, but she nurtured a fire within herself. A slow, smoldering flame - a flame of suppressed rage and wrath. She always had a fiery, explosive, and even aggressive temper. But her parents would have none of it, and she learned to behave. Her teachers would have none of it, and she learned to behave. Unlike the other kids, though, she was never able to refine her more sadistic impulses into the cruel social games of the playground and group gossip. She wanted to punch people, to grind their face in the ground, and let the whole world see what happened to those who messed with her. She smiled the fake smile expected of each of us, but it always shone with a bit more vigour, or flashed a bit too much wildness for the taste of those around her.
Sport and arts were her areas of interest and she became particularly interested in visual arts. When she went to university, she intended to become an architect. If she loathed her peers, she loathed the modern world even more and it's utter tastelessness and kitsch bullshit. Unfortunately for her, her rather inflammatory opinions coupled with a playful and inconsistent nature put her at odds with the faculty and she found herself ostracized once more. She gravitated toward various fringe and underground movement at the time, but ultimately, her financial situation forced her into the lowest tier of the job market. Those were dark days and she slowly, but surely sank into depression.
It was within that darkness that her flame truly began to shine. To grow. And to spread and roar. To banish the darkness, she conjured flames and cleansed herself. The fire in her spirit, in her mind, had awoken. Along with the rest of the neighbourhood as her dingy apartment building caught fire. Enraptured by her newly awakened powers, she set out to feed her flame - and to build herself a new life. A life free from the petty constraints of polite society, of bourgeois sensibility, and of modern propriety. She would grab what she wanted and burn the rest, and build her new dominion on the ashes of the old order.
Aspiration: Burn the world. Forest fires are a natural part of the cycle. A new world will be born from the ashes.
Weakness: Water, Cold, beautiful things
Power/Talent: Pyromancy
Edited by Vafhudr, 10 November 2014 - 03:14 PM.
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