Name: Daniel Day Dalton
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: One certified badass. Ok, not certified, but a badass. Oh, and minus the cigarette.Personality: He's got a cool demeanor, but a fiery spirit. He won't hesitate to get into a fight for the fun of punching someone's face in. However, he tends to look down on people, and often underestimates his opponents. There are times when he just walks away from an opponent because he/she looks weak. He's also not good with girls, despite his looks.
Skills: He's surprisingly good at cooking.
Abilities: Fire manipulation: In short bursts, he can summon flames to propel him in different directions. Often used under his feet for extra mobility, or behind his elbows for extra punch in his punch. The only places where he can keep up a sustained flame is on his hands, but all that really does is make his attacks look cooler, and possibly burn his opponent with each hit. He also cannot shoot any flames, although not for lack of trying. However, he is at least fireproof, so that's something at least.
Fist Fighting: his answer to just about anything. Guy bothering him? Punch in the face. A challenge from some unfortunate punk? Punch in the face. Getting asked out by a girl? Awkward silence followed by running away.
Equipment: Does "Fists" count as equipment? :P
Brief History: A delinquent through and through. He's the type that'd rather fight his way out rather than talk things through, which he usually did. Surprisingly, though, he's been able to stay out of trouble long enough to pass through school, if only to please his parents. Then the day when his eye caught the posters of the tournament. Like a lot of people, he was skeptical of it, but the stadium caught his interest. He couldn't care less about the wish; he wanted to find some good fighters to fight against. And hey, if he somehow managed to win the wish thing, even better.
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