Bonfire
Player: @Vio-lena
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Can't take the heat? Get out of the kitchen!
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Quinn Robinson
Known Aliases:	Confidential
Gender:	Female
Species:	Meta Human
Ethnicity:	N/A
Place of Birth:	Millennium City
Base of Operations:	Confidential
Relatives:	Confidential
Characteristics
Age:	21
Height:	5'0
Weight:	120lbs
Eyes:	Orange/red
Hair:	Warm Orange
Complexion:	Pale
Physical Build:	Thin
Physical Features:	None
Status
Fame:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Unknown
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Identity:	Public
Years Active:	Confidential
Citizenship:	American
Occupation:	Confidential
Education:	GED
Marital Status:	Single
Known Powers and Abilities
Pyrokinetic
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Confidential

Physical Attributes
	Strength			Weapon
	Durability			Armor
	Speed			Reflexes
	Resistance			Stamina
	Dexterity			Agility
	Combat			Regen

Non-Physical Attributes
	Energy			Psionics
	Telepathy			Willpower
	Sorcery			Tech.
	Intel.			Knowledge
	Charisma			Bravery
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The spark of the flame

Bonfire, born Quinn Robinson; was raised in what would seem like a loving home. Well, at least until her powers came to be. For her, she only had a nice life for a year after her birth. Her powers manifested themselves fairly early as she was still a baby, catching her crib aflame one night during a tantrum. Her parents were not pleased and in fact found her to be a danger to their other two children. Unable to put their other children in such a danger they took Quinn to UNTIL to see suggestions. With her age a inhibitor collar was not suggested due to the stress it could cause on her body since she was so young. In a desperate attempt to fix the issue, the family placed Quinn in to a specialized Orphanage meant for Metas. As she aged the orphanage did their best to accommodate her. They had to give her vitamins as her body was eating as much nutrients as possible and her skin seemed oddly pale as her flame required as much oxygen as possible. Her hair grew out awkwardly and in truth looked funny if long. The heat generated by her body caused the cool air around her to swirl, much like forming a tornado. This in turn caused her hair to stand upwards and with long hair she felt silly. With that, she would always be sure to have her hair cut every month to keep it at a comfortable length.Her family would come to visit her everyday, her mother cutting her hair to keep her child happy. However, as the years passed contact slowly began to dwindle. She would wait for her parents constantly at the front of the building, waiting hours on end, and as they started to fail to show, all day. It seemed her own family had nothing to do with her which in turn caused a deep amount of anger. She was now officially an orphan, something she had told the other kids that would never happen, her family loved her!

In anger she began to burn things to try and ease the stress and the emotions that were going through her mind. She would often burn the leave piles during the fall, wood during the winter to keep the place warm, and sticks and old toys during the spring and summer. She did what she could to keep herself in check but as her inner rage continued to grow her urge to burn things. One day she lost it, unable to hold the urge as she set fire to the orphanage herself. She stood, watching as the flames took over the building and was only able to stand there and smile. It felt so good to see something such as that burn. Something that was nothing but a painful memory for her. This was the start, this was what truly made her happy.

Life of a Villain

After burning down her home around the age of 14, Quinn was quick to make a name for herself in Westside and Millennium as a Pyromaniac. She burned everything, homes, shelters, markets, cars, nothing was off her list! She caused easily a million dollars in property damage during the full year she was out and about causing mayhem. She found it to be a game when the police tried to catch her. At first, she would often run figuring they would never catch her. However, as her attacks on objects mounted the force grew against her. She could no longer run. One day, she was cornered by a small squad. It was a dark night and a dead-end alley seemed to be the day she would be caught. In fear as well as ego she refused to be captured. Nothing would stop her from being free! She did not want to be locked away and she sure as hell did not want to be told she was wrong. The world was wrong to her! The family she once had was wrong! Everything was wrong! She attacked head on, the police however did not use pistols or tasers, instead they had her all figured out. As she charged to attack one of the police vehicles a helicopter flew overhead. It was one often used and outfitted to fight forest fires. All they needed as an idea of where she was, aiming was not needed due to the amount of water they had brought. With a pull of a lever she was out cold as the shower of water slammed her to the ground and doused her flames.

She awoke in a cell, arms bound behind her, an inhibitor collar around her neck. She felt weak, sick to her stomach and had a terrible urge to burn something as if it was what was needed to make her feel better. Outside of the cell were several uniformed men. They seemed to be from both MCPD, UNTIL, and another agency in which she could not make out. They even had a hero there, another fire user who seemed to look at her with pity. That look of course only angered her. In a fit of rage she began to kick at the bars of the cell cussing every word she could think of. The uniforms? They didn't pay her any mind knowing she was just going through a tantrum. She exerted as much energy as she could and they were just letting her look like a small child crying on the floor. There was a reason for this though, it was to wear her out. It would make her much easier to ship off to the Millennium City Prison.

After transportation to the prison, her life hit rock bottom. She was small compared to the other inmates due to the way her body was built. She was the runt and was never treated well. She was often the center of fights during lunch, always beaten up in the showers, and always the one chased around the exercise yard for cruel fun from the others. She hated it, she hated every day of it and she had several years to serve. Her own cell buddy hated her and would often take anything she had. Pillows? She took them. Bed sheets? She took them. Toothbrush and paste? She took those too. Poor little Quinn was literally stripped from anything and everything but the brutes in the prison. The guards paid no mind feeling that this little punk deserved everything she got. It would be several years of this hell-hole of a life before she would be released for serving out her sentence. Once out, she was instantly picked up by UNTIL.

Redemption

Current Life of the Flame

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