[hider=Keandre Roux]

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[b][color=a0410d]Nicknames/Aliases[/color][/b]
[i]Kea, Pyro, Roux.[/I]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Age[/color][/b] 
[i]18.[/I]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Gender[/color][/b]
[i]Male.[/i]


[b][color=a0410d]Primary[/color][/b]
[i]Terramancy.[/i]

[b][color=a0410d]Secondaries[/color][/b]
[i]Toxin Production, MWI (Of Interest).[/i]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Description[/color][/b]
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[i]Keandre is a tall male with an athletic build. He's quite lean and absolutely covered in freckles, just about every inch of him is coated in a dusting of freckles. Amidst the freckles that cover his flesh, one may note the marbled burn scars that spiderweb over his hands and arms.

A handsome face with high cheekbones and a straight nose is deterred by a glaringly obvious flaw, his right eye is entirely blind. His right eye is a milky blue opaque while his left eye is a standard pale green in shade. His hair is a vibrant and natural ginger and has a bit of a wave to it though it's not often that he has it unstyled.

He can frequently be found in a brown suede jacket, usually carrying a beige messenger bag slung over his shoulder.[/I]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Personality[/color][/b]

[i]To put it kindly, Keandre is very blunt by nature and doesn't believe in talking bullshit. He often says what he thinks and doesn't consider the consequences of saying that, this can make him seem unapproachable. His unflinching honesty is complimented by a sharp sense of humor, a tendency towards quips that can come off as quite mean. 

Unnervingly unreactive at times, it can be hard to distinguish his emotions at any given moment. He doesn't give much away in his expression or his voice, this can make him seem rather monotonous. He's not easily impressed and he can be very authorative, almost dictatorial. He's not happy unless he's in charge in some manner or form and he will often make that very clear. 

It can be noted that Keandre has a terrible temper and at times he may absolutely blow his top. He's prone to small rants and pacing rampages and once these have began, it can be very hard to make them stop. Strategic and intelligent, he’s a thinker and a planner. He's likely to follow his head before his heart in any given situation.

Of course, this does not always apply. His loyalty can outweigh his thoughtful nature in some cases. When he devotes himself to someone, he often devotes everything to them and nothing can shake him from this.[/I]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Skills[/color][/b]
[i]- Quick to the draw, as they say. He often will jump straight into the action without hesitation.
- An intensive knowledge of chemistry, especially relating to corrosive chemicals and explosives. This makes his toxin production near impossible to best despite his age.
- A limited knowledge of combat and how to hold his own in a fight.
- Willing to do whatever it takes to survive, not easily shaken from his tasks.[/I]

[b][color=a0410d]Weaknesses[/color][/b]
[i]- A bit of a self admitted alcoholic, often sneaking drinks in.
- Loyal to a fault, will follow those he trusts into anything and everything.
- Often loses control when he's angry, leading to him lashing out violently.
- Terrible depth perception.[/I]
 
[b][color=a0410d]Brief History[/color][/b]
[i]Keandre was raised in a bit of a hectic household with an absent father figure and a mother who didn't really know what to do with him. He was quite loved by her, treated with all of the kindness in the world but he could never seem to quite live up to her expectations and dreams. The bright young man that she saw in him was buried in his own self doubt and a growing kind of darkness that made him unreachable. 

As he grew older, she began to notice signs that he wasn't handling his problems in a way that she deemed healthy. He had started to set fires, obsessing over flame as if it were something magical. It wasn't until a terrible accident happened and he lost all the vision in his right eye that he was going sent to therapy in hopes of "fixing him".

This did not end up helping him much his impulse control disorder spiraled out of control, when they received his invitation to Marchand, she send him off without hesitation.[/i][/center][/hider]