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[h2]Flame Brooks[/h2]

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[i]Artwork Originally of Lark Meadows from Moonlight Apparition, a webcomic made by one [url=https://www.deviantart.com/darkhalo4321]Darkhalo4321[/url]; all credit given to her.[/i][/center]

[b]16 | Male  |  148  | 5'6
Fire[sub]Goa[/sub] | Non-Native | Human[/b]

[u][b]  Description  [/b][/u]

Gay kid with a dark past who's finally found love and family...but has it taken away from him by the events of the RP.

[u][b] Appearance Description (optional) [/b][/u]

Optional.

[u][b]  Personality [/b][/u]

Flame Brooks is a firm believer that most people are ignorant at best, mean-spirited at worst, and although his relationship with Ashton and his family have softened this belief, he still tends to view other people with suspicion, especially if they appear to threaten those he holds dear. Though not entirely anti-social, he prefers to hang back and let strangers reveal information about themselves that he can use to safeguard the party, and eventually, help him find Ashton. Though concious of the prospect of betrayal, he will prove a true friend if his loyalty is earned through both actions and words. Nevertheless, he is slow to forgive those who [i]do[/i] betray the group...

[u][b]  Class [/b][/u]

Flame wants to be a Mage, pure and simple. He sees himself wielding his namesake element as a means of attack at all ranges, and even besting other, more experienced magic users in battle eventually. But for now, he prefers to be the group's 'analyzer' and 'vetter', scrutinizing individuals for threats and acting behind the scenes to ensure that group dynamics work out for his group's safety, or even success. He is also an amateur botanist, which allows him to survive in an area with lots of plants that resemble Earth's...

[u][b]  Bio  [/b][/u]

Flame had a relatively normal childhood, with a father that loved hunting in the woods outside the small town he lived in, and a mother who kept the house while homeschooling him. He played with the neighbors' children when he had the time, celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with good food and music, and listened to stories about God and Man and the latter's duty to obey him. Then, at the age of 10, he found out he liked boys and only boys, and everything changed when his parents inevitably found out too. 

The law would penalize them for throwing him out, but they can freeze him out of their family, make it clear that they would only do the minimum for him. No more bedtime stories, no more hunting trips, no more play dates with the other children. And he would be 'sent away' to a normal public school in order to keep him out of their hair. To someone who had been taught that normal public schools were places of sin and violence, Flame saw this as judgement on a sinful soul.

And indeed, for the first few months, public school was bad, due to culture shock at how different the subjects were from what his Mother had taught him, and of course, bullies. A further shock was that many of those bullies were his former playmates; he lived in a small town, after all. Then Flame adapted, learned to stand up for himself, and managed to make friends. He also discovered his adeptness in Botany, a subject that became dear to his heart as in his own words: 'Flowers cannot betray people'.

Then his parents were killed in a car accident when he was 13, and while his feelings about them were mixed now, the fact was that he had to be put into Foster Care in the 'Big City', Bangor, Maine.

The first household he was in was made up of people who, though outwardly accepting of his sexuality, expected him to be eternally grateful for their acceptance. They made a big deal of how accepting they were to all who came near, whether friends and relatives, even as in private, they treated him more as their servant than their child. He had to clean, he had to cook, he had to sew and clear the snow, all as 'payment' for their allowing him to share their home.

At least he still had school, where the most handsome student he had ever seen, Ashton Andrews, lived. Ashton, well, he was kind, smart, and knew what to do with his life. Flame admired him a lot, and always sought ways to be close to him. And it appeared Ashton felt the same way, because the latter said to him one day,"Want to get together?"

Flame accepted.

But when his foster parents found out, they were only outwardly glad. Oh, sure, they boasted about how 'open-minded' they were, but now they shortened the hours Flame had to himself, made his meals smaller, and denied him sleep. It was when Flame caught a fever when things reached a head.

On his sickbed, Ashton went to Flame's house to give him a 'get well soon' present... And found the foster parents complaining about how 'the f*g' had the gall to get sick' and how 'he was more trouble than he was worth'. Thinking quickly, the boy took out his smartphone and recorded the entire conversation, before forwarding it to all of his contacts. Then, he confronted Flame's foster parents, who had been having their loud conversation in the kitchenette.

The next thing Flame knew Ashton was in his room, saying: "We'll take care of you now, Flame; I and my parents talked it over with your fake guardians and they say we're responsible for you now."

And with that, the redhead knew he was home.

Life with the Andrews household was serene, if not idyllic; compared to his previous homes, it was halcyon. He and Ashton split the chores, studied together, and occasionally went out on a date. Ashton's parents were also genuinely kind people whom not even his new cynicism could accuse of ulterior motives. They were kind to him, he was grateful to them, and all was good.

It was such a shame that all would be taken away...

[u][b]Magic[/b][/u]

Life energy: B

Flow: C

Regular Magic

[u][b]Abstract Magic[/b][/u]

Nothing yet, but I will have Flame attain a Magical Boy form along with Ashton if needed.

[u][b]  Extra [/b][/u]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiJIsMyXF4o

Flame has his own smartphone.
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