[OOC]: Basic character bio:
[b]Gratianus Petrescu[/b]
Aasimar Summoner
Appearance: Like most aasimar, Gratianus's looks hint at his heritage; in this case, the blood of the fire-loving peri burns hot in his veins. His eyes are the iridescent blue of the root of a flame, his hair a reddish blond that turns auburn before fading into the white of ash at the ends. He is accompanied by a quadrupedal eidolon, Nerva, which takes a quadrupedal, distinctly feline form. While Nerva is primarily a cool grey, its surface reflects any and all flames nearby without reflecting much else of the surroundings, leading to Nerva seeming to glow orange or red when flames are nearby...which is somewhat common around Gratianus.
Personality: The angel and demon on either shoulder is a common way of representing conflict, but for Gratianus, it's more literal. As with all emberkin, while the blood of a celestial flows through his veins, the blood of a fallen angel is mixed in with it. His solution to resist these urges, both good and bad, is to live a strict, codified lifestyle. One thing his two ancestors can agree upon, however, is an affinity for fire. While some say fire purges evil and cleanses the soul, it's also capable of reckless destruction, and when he was younger, Gratianus used it for both. Now days, he tries to reserve it for more mundane tasks, but it still tends to be one of his earlier options for self-defense.

[OOC] And now, with that out of the way, my actual post.

The smell of fire woke Gratianus from one of his reoccurring dreams that, like many, tended to end in flames. [i]Wood smoke. Slightly damp, harvested three to four days prior, primarily oak, some aspen...STOP.[/i] He clamped down hard on that train of thought. Taking a deep breath, he took a moment to meditate and brush off the dream–it wouldn't be fair to call it a nightmare, with how used to them he had gotten and how vague they had become as of late–before heading downstairs to breakfast, greeting Acora and accepting a plate of meat and eggs, the smell of burning wood still bringing errant thoughts of flames like bubbles in a pot approaching boiling–albeit one with a tightly sealed lid.