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[h2]BASIC INFO[/h2]
[indent][b]Name:[/b] Christopher Christian
[b]Age:[/b] 18
[b]Year:[/b] Senior
[b]Gender:[/b] M[/indent]
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[b]Height:[/b] 5'8"
[b]Weight:[/b] 165 lbs

[b]Skin Color:[/b] F8F2ED base tone with FFFADA lowlights and a distinctive spackling of FBFCFA highlights, particularly in this dreadful winter time. His skin tends to swell with a FFFFFFing effect when he gets excited, on account of the blood rising to his epidermis.

[b]Physical Description:[/b] He's got a fairly unimposing build. It wouldn't be inaccurate to describe him generally as soft bodied but he's not got much in the way of visible pudge to him. His mop of auburn hair, though somewhat boorish, tends to flop about when he speaks, almost as though it were a drum keeping the beat, as his head bobs left and right. By looking at him, at any given moment, there's a decent chance that you'll see him squinting angrily at nothing in particular, with his teeth tied taut around his tongue.

[b]Clothing:[/b] His attire swings from semi-formal button-up style digs to more grungy hoodies and sweatpants, usually in black but often enough in a somber blue or grey. There was a brief period of time, following his incarceration, where he'd wear an orange long sleeve button-up along with orange denim pants as a sort of knowing jest to acknowledge that he's seen as a criminal but the reaction was more than he was looking for and the outfit has since been retired.

[b]Voice:[/b] Daffy Duck without the lisp. They share the pulsing cadence and general frustration in their tone.
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[h2]PERSONALITY:[/h2]
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[b]Character Traits:[/b] He's something of a spitfire with a tendency to let his emotions sweep him away. Self-control is something of a weakness and he's lacking in terms of discretion but it's well understood that when Chris is anything but duplicitous. In many ways, it's what he sees as his unfettered integrity that holds him back from being a desirable member of society. He's seen as a nutjob by some and a burnout in the making by others. He's pretty irritated by the fact that there's an entire prison being constructed specifically to incarcerate him specifically.

[b]Bonds:[/b] Chris is a Christian but he's extremely dissatisfied with his own church. In fact, it's his desire to imitate the Christ that lead him to speak out with boldness in criticizing the hypocrites he had seen in his company. He's since been excommunicated from his own congregation. On paper, his own parents aren't even allowed to talk to him. They still do when they're in the privacy of their own home.

[b]Activities:[/b] He likes to spend his time camping and studying the local wildlife so he can escape the expectations of his family and community. At this point, he actually spends a decent amount of time stalking the invasive population of [I]snow leopards[/I] and turning them over to animal control to be exported to zoos across the nation, if not to be released in Mongolia. In a way, it could be said that he's something of an amateur businessman[I]--not that he's told the IRS[/I].

[b]Skills:[/b] He's a decent hunter. Not great. The main reason he hasn't been murdered by snow leopards is the fact that he can set himself on fire at a whim. He's very patient and good at standing still for hours, even though he doesn't have much in the way of stamina.
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[h2]BACKSTORY[/h2]

[indent][b]Backstory:[/b]Eighteen years ago, Chris' mom got irradiated by a space rock thing. Shortly thereafter, he was born. His father was a police lieutenant and his mother was a stay at home mom. He was an only child.

Ten years later, his father is the head of the police labor union in the town of Lee and they're living very comfortably thanks to the union dues paid by every officer on the force. His ma became a Sunday School teacher somewhere in there and little Chrissy is off at Summer Camp, where he made fast friends with a little girl by the name of Adaline, who confided to him that one of the camp counselors had behaved very inappropriately with her. They told some of the staff and nobody did anything about it. For a time, nothing came of it.

One day, it came out that his father had been having an affair so, naturally, he swore up and down that he'd repent. After a couple days on the couch, Mr. Christian found Jesus and, from then on, the family spent every Sunday knackered up in spit-shined shoes and dry-cleaned jackets, in the pews of the Ten Tablets Church of Jesus Christ, where he reconnected with both Adaline and that smarmy bastard who was working as a camp counselor, now amongst the clergy. 

As Chris grew older, the magnitude of the wrongness of the man's position became increasingly apparent to him, so he told the pastor, who doubted him and wrote it off as the misremembering of hearsay. So, one fateful Sunday afternoon, thirteen year old Chris Christian went over to have a nice, productive chat with the clergyman to clear matters up when he accidentally [I]lit him the fuck up[/I] in a cleansing fire that he didn't know he was capable of producing while he was beating him to a pulp with his fists. This is the very moment that he discovered he had superpowers.

Thirteen year old Chris Christian was sentenced to three years in York County Youth Development Center and, during that time, learned that he had inspired the construction of a new facility specifically built to incarcerate and depower other CLs like him, so they wouldn't be a danger to the general population in adult prisons. While still in the center, he remained parallel to his school curriculum with the aim to reintegrate him as smoothly as possible. He never received letters from his family, though upon his release, he was reaccepted into their home with neither fuss nor fanfare. Rumor has it that his father's position as the head of the policeman's union is one of the only reasons why Chris wasn't tried as an adult.

In the time since, Chris has generally tried to avoid being at school, being at church or being around other institutions where he's subject to other people's judgements longer than necessary. He's disgusted with the moral depravity of people with authority over him and he doesn't really want another assault charge. He's spent his recent days in the Pennsylvania woods stalking snow leopards after school and tranquilizing them with non-lethal darts before arranging to have them relocated in a workflow that probably isn't entirely above board legally but has gone undisturbed nonetheless.[/indent]
[h2]POWERS:[/h2]
[indent][b]Description:[/b] Chris can set himself on fire. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets [I]excited[/I] but he's also usually quite capable of bursting into flame on command. He can also produce an incendiary fluid akin to napalm from his hands, which he refers to as his brimstream, and he can adjust its consistency and formulation to a certain extent.

[b]Limitations:[/b] He doesn't get to decide if he's going to light something on fire or not, he merely has the ability to strike a match within himself and cast his brimstream. He can spread the brimstream to an aerosol style spray that can project about ten feet in front of him and, on the other hand, he can condense it to the density and weight of a golf ball, where the distance is more or less limited by his actual untrained throwing skill.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Whether he's aflame or not, he still needs to be able to breathe, so its not in his best interest to light up in enclosed spaces. He is not unusually tough beyond being fireproof and resistant to extreme temperatures, regardless of whether he's alight or not. That said, it'd be pretty easy to kill him by throwing a gas can at him or something to that effect.
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[h2]SCHOOLING[/h2]

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[b]Favorite Subject:[/b] Criminology

[b]Least-Favorite Subject:[/b] Religious Ed

[b]Grades:[/b] C Student

[b]Embarrassing Moment:[/b] For a week after getting out from the Youth Development Center, people kept stuffing his locker with feathers and writing jailbird on all his stuff. This frustrated him so severely that he accidentally started smoking and set off the school's fire alarm.
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