[hider=Arson][center][i]"Shit... I'm out of cigarettes."[/i] [/center]
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[center][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/center] [center]Arson "Fire-breather" Lodern[/center]
[center][b]Age:[/b][/center] [center]18[/center]
[center][b]Gender:[/b][/center] [center]Male[/center]
[center][b]Appearance:[/b][/center] [center]Arson stands at 5'9" and weighs 130 pounds. He is rather thin and isn't all that muscular, mainly depending on his speed rather than his strength in fights. His hair is ash black and mainly unkempt while still retaining a strange flamboyancy. His eyes are two different colors, one pitch black and the other an alluring crimson. When preforming his eyes both become a dull black. He usually wears the same usual thing, nearly never washing his attire and smelling of ash and fire. Although he disregards and keeps his clothing unkempt like his hair, he manages to still be eye-catching... Not necessarily in the good way. Along with his dark tie, vest, shoes, fireproof dark brown gloves, and white collared shirt, he occasionally wears stolen hats that catch his interest and cannot be found without something sticking out of his mouth. Be it his tongue at people he is attempting to taunt or his favorite basic wooden pipe. He carries himself in a rather confident and positive manner, never slouching and always smiling. His grins are usually not comforting and seem to have a rather sadistic streak, usually smiling while either greeting an old friend or while manifesting the thought of incinerating what is left in the wreckage of what used to be a great world.[/center]
[center][b]Personality:[/b][/center] [center]Arson is a person once met, most people would like to forget or remember for the rest of their lives. He is an eccentric most of all, differing from nearly everyone you'll ever meet; be it because of his unkempt clothes or more likely because of the way he interacts with others. He is a rather quite person who grins a lot.... If you decided to only spin the flint wheel without creating the attainable divine flames. When actually communicated to, Arson is a rather zealous person. Happy to do what he does and always satisfied when his performances do well. A bit jumpy, he gives off a rather energetic enthusiasm with a small slightly contradicting touch of dark gloominess mixed together. A comical humorous being who enjoys makes people laugh and laughing himself. He is clever and charming, capable of quite a tongue lashing as well. Overall, he would seem like a happy energetic man who enjoys what he does and makes some rather vulgar dark comments occasionally. A bit of a wierdo but still great company. He doesn't seem to have a worry in the world and usually makes others feel just as good. 

You finally spin the flint wheel and press the button creating the exquisite flame. When in combat or surrounded by fire, Arson's energy is replaced with lethargy. His jokes become more sinister than they were and lose their appeal, becoming rather gloomy and tragic. Those he considers friends may become the butts of said jokes if their fortunate. He becomes relatively calm until he quite noticeably shifts his moods and tones from chaotic and wretched to tranquil repeatedly. Most of all, his sadist streak shows itself, using his lighter and matches for rather destructive means. His pyrophilia becomes apparent during these occurrences. His intentions and purpose become rather clear when he is gifting other humans oil and matches. [/center]
[center][b]Ability:[/b][/center][center][i][u]Pyrokinesis[/u][/i][/center][center] Arson is capable of creating and controlling fire with his mind. The flame can be created using his mind and an outside source is not required. The one downside is Arson himself is not fireproof... There is no limit to the fire that can be created but too much use , especially when the fire was created by his mind and not an outside source, weakens him.[/center]
[center][b]Biography:[/b][/center][center] Life was rather good to Arson. He was born into the circus, his father was fire-eater/breather and his mother a skilled magician of sorts. He was born in quite a strange way, not screaming as if dead. Growing up he picked up different characteristics from each of his parents. His dad's humor, fascination with fire, and his old fire-eating torch. From his mother his sociability, enthusiastic outlook, and basic card tricks. Arson often times played with matches and lighters, occasionally burning himself but continuing to play after being harmed. This tendency to play with fire gradually evolved into him training with a torch. Soon he himself preformed at the age of 10 as some sort of kid fire breather, even at a young age he never ceased to amaze and impress people. He loved playing with his torch and entertaining those around him, it felt good to be able to entertain and please people. After many performances Arson was just as good as his father at a craft his father had much more experience with. 
One night his father and mother had a small childish wager, they would switch performances. This bright idea came to them after a dispute over whose act was more impressive and difficult. Arsons father would have to break out of chains underwater, wear something showing lots of skin...., and appear to survive a hanging. His mother would have to do what fire breathers do... Needless to say, they were both terrible at eachother's act. One worse than the other. During the performance, his father was incapable of escaping the chains and nearly drowned before a few supervisors broke him out. Perhaps some kind of satisfaction swept over Arson's mother before her act was even more cataclysmic. The secret to doing what fire eaters do is simple, cut off the oxygen supply and the flames will go out. Just don't panic. Arson's mother had panicked and what happened next is quite tragically predictable. While both of Arson's parents had suffered, the one that lived would live in agony and torment for the rest of their life. 

After the incident Arson's father became more of a downer and neglected Arson whenever he asked for help or advice. He had left the circus after no longer performing for a bit before going broke. Arson left the cheap apartment they inhabited and his more-dead-than-alive father to become a street preformer. Eventually one of the members of his audience one day handed him a letter. An invitation to the academy, he reluctantly accepted, who knows what could be lost if this place were to be burnt down?[/center]

Other: He smokes and carries around some things in a small pack. These things include:
Sugar cubes, matches, a lighter, cigarettes, his pipe, tobacco, a more weapon-like firepoker that almost always hangs out of the bag, and a few newspapers on discussing the burnings of buildings. The most prominent thing is the presence of many sweets and candy inside of it though.[/hider]

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I may edit the bio a bit later but that's the general gist of it.

[hider=Smokey][center][i]"Meow."[/i][/center]
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[center][b]Name:[/b][/center][center]Smokey Lodern[/center]
[center][b]Gender:[/b][/center][center]Male[/center]
[center][b]Age:[/b][/center][center]2 human years or about 24 cat years[/center]
[center][b]Appearance:[/b][/center][center]Smokey is a Russian Blue cat and displays many of the features of a Russian Blue. Along with the long lifespan and good health that Russian Blue's are blessed with, Smokey has the common grayish-blue coat that is thick and soft to touch. Smokey's raiment, unlike his master's, is well kept and clean. Smokey is about 11 kg in weight, being a somewhat slim cat. Although Smokey appears as rather skeletal, when it comes to cat standards, Smokey is strong. Smokey usually wears close to no accessories like a collar but smokey does occasionally wear wear a small hat or a sock that gets stuck on his head. The one piece of clothing worn is the occasional booties that Arson thinks he looks so cute in. Despite any attempts to place hats or other clothing on, Smokey always takes it off preferring nakedness. 
Smokey carries himself in a rather confident manner as well, walking forward with his head high and always appearing to smile. If you havent guessed, his name is Smokey because of his Gray coat.[/center]
[center][b]Personality:[/b][/center][center]Smokey is an intelligent playful cat that loves people. Smokey likes to poke peoples faces to awake them and is capable of playing fetch along with other tricks. Smokey loves interaction with humans he recognizes or trusts. His loyalty for Arson never wavers and any friend of his is usually a friend of Smokey. He loves interaction with other beings and being petted. Snuggling and cuddling times are always appreciated by Smokey. He is a rather talkative cat and meows alot. It should be notable that when upset or angry Smokey will show his emotions rather blatantly show it by either hissing or biting. Overall, Smokey is a kind lovable cat. [/center]
[center][b]Biography:[/b][/center] [center]Smokey was left alone being the smallest and weakest of the liter. Arson found him and kept him, taking him on his travels and keeping him around during performances. They grew quite connected and have been close ever since...[/center]
[center][b]Ability[/b][/center][center]Memory Absorption[/center][center]Smokey is capable of stealing peoples memories or fragments of memories by being close to them. While incredibly unaware of this ability, Arson is aware and occasionally lets people in the audience pet Smokey; this would lead to a good laugh for Arson and treats for Smokey. While Smokey cannot control this power, it usually useless memories that are stolen. Memories may be regained by petting him again. It should be noted that Arson knows which ways to pet him without losing precious memories.[/hider]