Pyreblast
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Pyreblast | |
| Player: @1337VV4ff135 | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Blaster |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Brenton Stokes |
| Known Aliases: | Brent, Sparky, Red, "Firecrotch". |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 21 (November 1, 1988) |
| Height: | 6'0'' |
| Weight: | 175 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Red/Orange |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Hero for Hire (No affiliation with Hero Corps). |
| Place of Birth: | Detroit, Michigan |
| Base of Operations: | Galaxy City, Paragon, Rhode Island. |
| Marital Status: | Complicated |
| Known Relatives: | All deceased, short of a younger sister |
| Known Powers | |
| Hellfire Conjuration and Evocation. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Extensive knowledge of the lower planes and their Infernal denizens. | |
| Equipment | |
| Not much. | |
| Footnotes | |
| Special thanks to Jinks for the awesome banner! | |
Contents |
Birth and Childhood
Brenton Stokes and his younger sister, born to parents Trent and Kelsey Stokes in Detroit, Michigan lived the beginning of their lives as many children had. Brenton went to school, and had a fair B average, and he spent his free time hanging out with friends, watching TV and playing videogames. It wasn't until their parents had moved to Paragon, Rhode Island when Brenton was seventeen years of age that he had started hanging out with the wrong crowds. Having previous interests in fantasy pen and paper genre games, Brenton had a tendency to "get into things" a bit too much, and it wasn't all too surprising when he eventually found himself as a part of the Hellions.
The Hellions
Fanatic as he was, attending every meeting he possibly could, Brenton didn't quite have the..inherent malice that many others in his little clique did. More mischievous than anything, he spent a good deal of his time creating "relatively harmless" fires in alleyways, burning pools of gasoline in parking lots, and the like. Of course Brenton had little to any comprehension of the forces he toyed with on a regular basis. The various occult scarrings he had afflicted upon himself and the constant attempts at Infernal conjurations would come to take a toll on the naive Brenton, and eventually he came up against powers that he just wasn't ready for...
Deal with a Devil
After a great deal of ridicule from his higher-ups in the Hellions, Brenton was determined to prove himself just as adept, if not even MORE experienced in the arcane and the Infernal than they could ever be. Though still he was the lowest of the low, no more than your common garden-variety Blood Brother, he was intent on extending his power greater than those who had previously laughed at his inadequacy. And so one evening when all others were gone, Brenton stayed at one of their usual hangouts--some old warehouse in Atlas. A ramshackle summoning circle was made; a simple pentacle, candles, and some old chicken bones would prove to be an appropriate tribute for a potential summon--or so Brenton had liked to think. And yet finally, a breakthrough as brought forth was none other than a creature from the Hells; this creature, a lowly imp. And yet even such a meager thing found the offering that was brought to it to be insufficient--chicken bones just weren't enough to please a Devil. A terrified Brenton had never seen a denizen of the lower planes before, and never imagined meeting such a creature, and lowered himself before the small Devil, groveling and begging for the power that was granted to his betters. A Devil never gave gifts without a cost, and the price was usually the same. And that is when the foolish Brenton bartered his soul. The contract was signed in blood, and the decision was made final. Flames engulfed Brenton, and at that point, everything went black...
Awakening
Brenton woke, clothes singed to the point of where they were nearly nonexistent. The warehouse around him was up in flames, and it took a great deal of quick maneuvering to get out alive. It wasn't long afte Brenton finally managed to escape the fiery deathtrap that is collapsed complete. The Paragon Fire Department was already on the job by the time he got out. Knowing that he would be charged with arson by officials, Brenton was left with no choice but to run, to flee from the ashen scene. It seemed as though things were finally returning back to normal; at least until Brenton came to the realization of the powers he now wielded. As was a relatively common characteristic with a number of superpowered individuals, Brenton's control over his powers were based almost entirely on his current situation and certain emotions. As such, it wasn't uncommon for his powers to manifest themselves on a regular basis--anything that had pissed him off usually resulted in him bursting into flames. Likewise, being surprised had a tendency to cause his powers to take hold; if he was snuck up on, or even something as simple as watching a scary movie. Of course there was also the problem of him catching things on fire if he was excited or had otherwise just had a great day. Over time, Brenton learned how to gain better control of his emotions, and in turn, his powers. There were still times when he suffered fits of rage, but those had grown less common. In fact, Brenton's power grew to the point of where it rivaled that of his superiors. He took a new name for himself based on his new powers, generic as it was. He was Pyreblast. His personality had begun to change as he grew cockier, full of himself, and gained a sense of self-superiority. The Fallen and the Damned grew jealous of the new abilities of their former punching bag, and together devised a plan to take him down a few pegs.
