Name: Pat Heisman
Gender: Male
Place coming from: USA
Age: 16
Appearence: Has green eyes, medium length untended blackish brown hair and wears a black T-shirt. Ripped jeans, aviator sunglasses and a digital watch complete his attire.
Personality: Cocky, selfish. Won't do anything unless it benefits him.
other: As an infant, Pat showed odd skills. Fires started wherver the child was left alone, yet no lighters or matches to be found. The government snatched the baby from its family and took it to a secret government facility. The scientists subjected the baby to many cruel expiraments to try to unlock its full pyrokinetic power.
At age 7, after years of the cruel expiramentation, the child escaped from the government lab.The child was foudn wandering the streets of a city and was put into an orphanage. The child was adopted by a rich investor, which would give rise to Pat's cocky attitude over time.
When his pyrokinesis started acting up again, Pat journeyed to the Black Harmony school, hoping to learn to control his fiery powers.
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Pat strolled across the campus of his new school. The students bustling around didn't look abnormal...but they had to be...or else they wouldn't be here. The gentle breeze ruffled Pat's dark colored hair as he looked around.
Pat's hair burst into flame as he passed a tree with several students huddled in its shade. Sudden as it was, it didn't suprise him, it happened all the time. People looked at him with confused glances on their faces, whispers could be heard. Pat violently shook his head, putting out the flames. And lo and behold, his hair didn't suffer a bit.
Pat turned to a group of young girls that were staring at him. Pat looked annoyed and said angrily, "You like that? I can set your hair on fire if you want me to!"
The girls ran away from him, and Pat continued his stroll. He kept walking until he saw someone lying on the ground. It was a kid that looked like himself, except with silvery highlights in his hair and was a bit taller than he. Something odd about this boy, the sleeves of his overcoat were soaked in blood.
Pat bent over and asked, "Dude...are you ok?"
No response, the body lay there in a puddle of blood growing from the left side. Pat spoke again, "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Still no response.
Pat said, "Fine, I'll just have to wake you up."
Pat stood up and held up his hands, palms open. One fireball formed over each hand, and he tossed them in unison at the unconcious body.