[hider=The Not So Friendly Taylor Boy][center][img]http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/028/e/f/highly_flammable__reworked__by_greg_opalinski-d5t444e.jpg[/img]
[color=B22222][b][i]Your neighborhood Pyro[/i][/b][/color]  [url=http://greg-opalinski.deviantart.com/art/Highly-Flammable-reworked-351231710]Source[/url]

Name: Ash Taylor
Age: 18, Senior
Gender: Male
Power: [i]Pyrokinesis[/i]
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Personality:
Ash is a closed book, simple as that. He's not interested in making friends or fitting in with all the other kids. He doesn't take anything seriously, even if the consequences are absolutely dire. Everything is a burden in his eyes and everyone is twice as unreliable as the last person. The best way to get Ash on your side is to be willing to put in a lot of work, otherwise you'll have to get used to a middle finger and the occasional glare.

Likes:
Cigarettes (rolled himself), The dead of night, Punk music, Bourbon, Coffee, Things that are fast, Comics, Reptiles

Dislikes:
Bars, School, Cold weather, Persistent people, Birds, Guns, Parties, Bullshit

History: 
Ash isn't a Pavar native. As far as Ash is concerned, he isn't a native anywhere. He also has a tendency of trying too hard to look like he doesn't care. He moved to Pavar with his twin brother Curtis and their mother at the start of his Sophomore year. They had gotten the hell out of dodge after a nasty divorce between his momma and his pops. Ash wouldn't complain about the sudden lack of weekly black eyes or the occasional broken rib from dear old dad, but moving across the country wasn't that thrilling to him either. Unlike his straight laced brother, Ash find enjoyment in showing up to school once a week, give or take a day, smoking, drinking, getting into trouble, and being an all around menace to society. He's a bucking bronco daring the world to try and tame him. Ash and Curt are as close as radically different brothers usually are. Curtis is often wandering town trying to find him and, after a little agreement with the cute barista at the Sand Creek Mall cafe, Ash usually hides out at the Cafe whenever Curt is trying to find him.

Awakening:
What Ash was doing at the time of the awakening was almost as if fate was trying its best to mock him, something that seemed more and more true with every year. Ash was one of the local Thai joint's, a place called Thai Cafe, best customers. [b]Was[/b], being that he once [i]was[/i] their best customer. [b]Was[/b], because there was no longer a Thai Cafe. He dug his fork into the Thai hot pad thai and brought a piece a pepper up to his lips, savoring the scent that cauterised his nostrils, and then he bit in. Fate was a silly thing and, as fate would have it, his awakening came about the same moment he bit into the pepper. A burn built in the back of his throat and for a moment his mouth and nostrils felt as if they were filled with smoke. He opened his mouth to gasp for air, only for a burst of flame to spill out onto the table, searing the pad thai and setting the table ablaze. "Jesus!" He gasped, falling backwards out of his chair, arms flailing out in front of him, hands also ablaze.

Ash flailed about of the floor, trying to pad out the flames, only to spread them more. In his panic he hadn't yet realised that the fire didn't hurt or that he was unintentionally willing more and more of it to spill out of him in his state of panic. Ash stumbled out of the restaurant and left the building to burn down, the staff fleeing out the back of the crumbling restaurant. Ash crashed in an alley, exhausted and filled with a lingering terror which turned to shock when he finally noticed his hands. He wasn't even slightly burned. His clothing had been scorched in some places, but beyond that he was absolutely immaculate. Ash stared in silence at his hands and reluctantly placed his fingers together, ready to snap. He closed his eyes and snapped. And when they opened, there was a flame.[/hider]