Sitting on the top of a stone cliff, I cup my hands and will the bluish white fire I can control into existence. Spreading my hands while extending my arms to their full length, I make it grow into a ball of fire as big as I am tall. I've always thought of it as a gift of sorts but others treat it like it's a curse, they see it as a mark of a demon and now I'm starting to not like it. In spite of that, I still try to use it to help, like I am now. Sleep hasn't been an issue for me so serving as a makeshift lighthouse at night is something I do whenever I can.

Training I wish I didn't have to do.

It's a bit...abnormal.

Trying to figure out how to make an airship run off of my fire.

Someone who's generally misunderstood.

I'm not sure why I agreed to go to a party.