Description
Just pushing 6'0 and weighing 171 lbs, Mike has a lightly tanned wiry body crafted from his years of poverty. Since he was born, he always had wild short black hair, enhanced with red highlights and standing in drooping spikes. His eye's, a sunset orange, compliments his soft melancholy face giving him the feeling of a much older man who has seen many tragedies in his life. He likes wear simple clothing and as such sticks to sleeveless shirts and cargo slacks with sandels. Bandages cover his arms from fingers to shoulders covering his disfigured and evil arms.
(Pyroclastic form) His right arm appears to be crafted from magma, and indeed it gives of the effect of one. When unsealed the conditions spreads engulfing his body and growing obsidian black horns over his hair.
(Phoenix form) Seemingly feathered, Mike's left arm is just as twisted as his right, unsealed causes Mike to become a birdlike creature covered in flame pattern feathers and wide black eyes. He speaks telepathicaly in this form as it has no mouth.
Personality
Mike was raised to be content and kind. As such he refuses to fight without a reason, and generally slow in angering. He is willing to stick up for his friends, and has been called a weakling on many occasions due to his unwillingness to fight.
(Pyroclastic form) Inside Mike's right arm the Pyroclastic dragon exists constantly battling for control of Mike's body. Cruel and merciless, He seeks to destroy the world because it bore's him. He acts more on impulse then thoughts.
(Phoenix form) Like Mike's right arm, the Phoenix exists in his left. He also attempts to gain control in order to accomplish his twisted mission from "God" and destroy the world in order to rebuild it. He kills each and everyone because of their sins, and firmly believes that he is the only pure being in the world.
Equipment
Mike sticks with the only two weapons he was gifted with when he first began a career as a Mercenary. A long thin scimitar, with a circular guard and wire wrapped hilt, and a short wide butterfly sword, with a wide guard and leather wrapped hilt. Both have crimson chain handing from the end and are suited to fit Mike's style of attack and defense.
Being a mutant, Mike has the power of Pyrokinesis, but gains additional power when he unseals his arm.
(Pyroclastic form) Mike gains the ability to summon and manipulate magma to his will. in addition he radiates a draining heat aura that can tire out opponets faster then usual.
(Phoenix form) Mike gains the ability to manipulate the very heat. His skills are also enhanced, raising his speed, strength, and reflexes to a superhuman's level
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."