Name:Pyrosite Mankic or Pyro Manic ( most people call me "pyro")       Age:23        Height:6'3"    Gender:Male

Wears a long red coat that ends mid thigh. On the sleeves are insignias of 3 flames of fire. Under his coat, he wears a white undershirt and a hand made diamond and gold medalian, also wears black pants and boots. 

Tied around his head is a red bandana stamped with a fire insignia. He wears fire resistant chains over his right forearm and a chain mail gauntlet to protect those he wishes to keep safe but he will use the chains to attack anyone he wishes to harm.

Interesting Features:

Instead of eyes, he has two orbs of flame that can see like any other persons but change with his mood.


His voice is raspy and crackles like that of a flame.

Abilities:

Can shape and call upon the "Flame-of-Creation" to create weapons for any occasion. He is 4x stronger than the average human(if you have read this before then you'll notice it is now 4 time stronger than the average human being.well now that mordoc is dead my muscules can grow more) .also has a witty sense of humor.


The "Fires-of-War" are the fires from the first conflict where a flame was used as a weapon, which now resides in the heart of Pyro Manic. The first people who used these fires are his ancestors. Some people would say this is a gift, but he believes it is a curse because these fires also take the souls of the ones "they" kill.
(“They” is used in a sense because the fires are really 2 living conduits of hatred and war.while the Fire-of Creation is a single flame of the craftsman )

Pyro use to be a human instead of a "freak" as he calls himself. His eyes, however, are his essence because they change with him. The fires changed many things but his strength, however, has only changed with his training . (He can remember all this because he trains even NOW in THIS world)

Pyro has a brand on his back in the shape of 13 fires. (This is what was used to seal the fires before they became too powerful and destroyed his eyes) His mental abilities might not seem "fine tuned" as others but are actually extremely powerful. (It must be or the fires would consume him, creating a monster of death and destruction.)

These fires have since made him the "infernal reincarnation of war and death", yet he will only use his powers in a fight or as "deadly helping hand"

Self Biography: 

Ever since I was born I was treated differently as in shunned... not just by the other children but by my parents as well. My own flesh and blood didn't even love me... no one did. No love...no parents...I finally cracked and I killed them, I killed them all with fire that blazed from my hands. This was the first time my powers came to be. Then, the voices came... those tormented voices of the dead.

The fires taunted me with the voices of my dead parents, pleading to me, begging me, why did I kill them. The fires burned down the entire village...it was two terrifying hours of screams... then silence.

I know that most four-year-olds would cry and sob for "mommy" or "daddy". But, they didn't love me so why would I call out for them? The fires loved me; that’s why they saved me from that place of damnation

END OF CHAPTER

"Where am I?” That was what I said in the paper cabin, where I woke. It went the same as most people’s experience... except the fires got stronger more...aggressive; but I didn't heed these warnings, I should have... END OF CHAPTER

"MY EYE'S, THEY’RE BURNING! THE FIRE IS BURNING MY EYES!" This was what I was screaming during my transformation. My eyes turned into flames that burn in my skull. Thanks to these fires, I died. Was this revenge from the death of my village... from my parents or was the fire tired of me? Apparently not, because I'm still here...like a Phoenix rising from the ashes...but that’s too majestic...what happened to me was chaotic... deadly... wonderful... I went insane.END OF CHAPTER

My powers were never stronger. The fire speaks to me now more than ever...they try to get out... they want to take over... not just me but everyone... I can force them back, but not get rid of them. I'm still going to try. If I can keep them at bay, I can keep them from taking over.END OF CHAPTER

I'm losing the battle with the fires... they’re close to getting out, too close. *Sigh* I knew this would happen. I've planned for this... it's risky and I can never completely get rid of them; they’re too old and too strong. I can, however, get rid of most of them, but, *sigh* I'll have to sacrifice my left arm; cut it off after I transfer the main two fires.END OF CHAPTER

The final blaze is the fire of creation. Why I have this fire I have no idea, but I know one thing, it's not evil, it's good. It was not the fire that killed everyone, but it forged weapons, nails, and hammers. It can destroy and create... I know it sounds totally off, but it's true. END OF CHAPTER

I've figured it out! I know how to win this battle! But, my arm will appall the ones I call for this battle. I will transfer the two strongest fires to my left arm and then cut my arm off. The fires of creation will give me a new arm but it will be black and charred looking; and it will take three days of sleep. END OF CHAPTER

I've found a way to get rid of the fires of war without loosing my arm it's risky though the fires of war have their own forms.malice is another body i'm just barely seen. Malice is the worst his fire is black as sin.Mordoc is a deamon but an idiot thank god he is dead now 3000 souls can be laid to rest and my mind can stop buzzing with voices.END OF CHAPTER

(my um... unique trick's seen here)

the insignia for the "Flames-of-War")

(the insignia on my coat sleeves)

(my armor)

(solid fire sword)

(malice - flame of war true form)

(cardian -flame of the smith or creation true form)