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Username: xX-Void-Rayne-Xx
Full Name: Vincent Sinnova
Code Name(s): Sinner
Age: 35
Race: Flame Elemental
Gender: Male
Orientation: Anything that walks
Personality: Vincent is cocky, sarcastic, and raunchy. He likes to describe himself as having no filter. He does nothing halfway, everything is all or nothing. He has a temper, and woe unto those who light it's spark. But he also has a softer side, that few get to see. He can be gentle, he can be loving, he can be friendly. Consider yourself favored if you have seen his true smile, rather than his trademark smirk.
Gang: Hellfire Syndicate
Rank: Former Head Honcho (unknown for now)
Abilities: The ability to summon and control a raging inferno of flames, seemingly without thinking.
Weapon of Choice: His hands
Personal Quote(s): I have spent my entire life flirting with my humanity.
Theme Songs: Indestructible by Disturbed
Made of Scars by Stone Sour
Bio:
Vincent Sinnova was your typical boy, from a typical family, with a typical upbringing. Until his mother died. Being only eleven, it was hard on him. He didn't realize how much he leaned on the her until she was no longer there. His father, though, took it even harder. Life became terrible. He lost his job, they lost their house, and Vincent lost all respect for him. On his thirteenth birthday, it all became too much. He had been allowed to have two friends over, and had been thrilled. But he found a way to ruin it, just like everything else. He came home, under the influence of whatever he had chosen for the day, and began singing at the top of his lungs, throwing things, and ended up tipping over the table with his cake on it. His friend's mother had baked it special for him, after hearing that he hadn't had one since his own mother had died. He exploded. Literally. Flames tore from inside his flesh, and engulfed everything in a fifty foot radius. His father and friends narrowly escaped with their lives. But it woke his father up. He dropped the drugs, and picked up a new bad habit. He began beating him, cursing him with every other breath. His life was lower than it had ever been. Scared of himself, he tried desperately to control the flames that roared to his protection when he was angry or scared. Each time he failed, his father let him know how terrible he was. It wasn't long before he found, (through realizing he had never set his father on fire while he was beating him within an inch of his life) that pain was the best way to control himself. Once he had mastered the art of self mutilation, the years between his father and himself were quiet. On his eighteenth birthday, he threw him out, and told him a secret that changed everything. All the time he had hurt him, all the horrible things he had screamed at him, none could compare to how this particular thing had destroyed him completely. His mother's death had been no accident. The fire that started in the car, the one his mother tried desperately to save both of them from, had been started by Vincent himself. He had no recollection of these events, and called him a liar. But in a fleabag motel across town, gin and scotch loosened the wall on his memories. It was true.
It took him four long months to even begin rebuilding himself. But he couldn't control his flames as well anymore. It seemed everywhere he went, he left a trail of smoke and ash in his wake. One day, while at the ice machine, his flames slipped out of his grasp, and melted the entire contents. Annoyed, he walked back to his room, setting several trash cans on fire as he went. He was not in his room two minutes when the curtains caught fire. A voice from the doorway made him jump, and marked the moment when his life would change forever. It was a man named Jayce. He was another Flame Elemental, and before Vincent could blink, he was teaching him how to control his abilities. He learned quickly under a proper teacher, and it was not long before he had mastered it. Somewhere along the way, he and Jayce had entered an odd sort of relationship, where Jayce was the subject of his anger, pain, and deepest fantasies. The male gave no protest, enjoyed it even. Together, they set off to Lohrith, where a gang of their kind ran the city. He rose quickly through the ranks, as did Jayce. They were equally devastating on the battlefield. And with the promise to bring the Hellfire Syndicate back to it's former glory, he took position of leader as soon as the spot opened up. His first act was to appoint Jayce as his Second in Command, as the male was the only one he trusted. Through his leadership, Flame Elementals from all around had joined their ranks, and they took control of their territory with very little force necessary. A few well placed displays of power, and lots of ashes, and not a single soul dared defy them. He finally found where he belonged, and it was right where politics met the fires of Hell.

Username:
xX-Void-Rayne-Xx
Full Name:
Rayyan Ryder
Nickname(s):
Gypsy
Age:
19
Race:
Unaware Changeling
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Still Experimenting
Personality:
Rayyan is a very energetic and temperamental person.
His boisterous nature and crazy shenanigans can attract
unwanted attention quite easily, which often goes badly for him.
Although he hardly ever worries about the consequences of his actions,
he is surprisingly considerate of his friends' feelings and insecurities.

He can be extremely impatient, excitable and impulsive.
As he puts it, "I simply get too fired up for my own good".
He doesn't bother to filter his words, and is therefore prone to blurting out
whatever he's thinking in a loud and tactless manner.
In-performance, however, his attitude changes drastically:
he becomes incredibly focused and serious,
remaining calm and doing everything in his power
to provide the best show.

Much of his bad temper comes from his insecurity about his height.
If someone mentions it, even if they aren't mentioning it to insult him,
he goes on the defensive. Also, if there is something he can't do because
his height doesn't allow it, expect him to be grumpy, snippy, and pouty.

Some other oddities include:
Talking to himself -
He blames it on living alone for so long.
When he's in deep thought, he'll stare off into space,
and mumble to himself. Sometimes it's just a few words,
sometimes it's a whole conversation.

Flirting -
He'll flirt with anybody. Some say it's part of his personality,
and it's harmless. Others say he had to learn new ways to survive
when he was traveling, and the habit stuck. If you ask him, he's just being nice.

Bouncing -
He has a hard time sitting still. This causes him to bounce.
All. The. Time. If he's sitting down, he'll bounce in the chair.
If he's having a conversation with someone, he'll bounce on the balls of his feet.
People often ask if he has to go to the bathroom, and he just laughs,
usually responding with something along the lines of
'No, I've just gone too long without doing a backflip.'

Honesty -
He cannot tell a lie. At all. Ever.
He is in awe of anyone who can, because it is
physically impossible for him to do it, and he does not know why.
What he can do, is withhold certain information,
and creatively word things to either hide the truth in plain sight,
or change the subject entirely.

Bio:
For as long as he can remember, Rayyan has been on his own. It hasn't been bad.
Sure, it was hard, but he's made the best of it.
He did a bit of traveling, learned some pretty neat stuff,
but eventually came back to Cleka.
He's managed to afford a small apartment on the edge of town,
and made it his own. He makes his living doing shows and stunts,
as well as odd jobs around the city.
City:
Cleka
Occupation:
Performer
Abilities:
Can carry a tune pretty well,
dances either like a pro or like
he belongs in an adult bar depending
on the music, knows how to play several instruments, can pick up on new skills rather quickly,
extremely flexible/athletic.
Abilities he is not entirely aware of -
Passion
When he is touched by a particularly strong emotion,
he gets a slight boost of energy.
Depending on the situation,
this energy can be applied to strength, speed, stamina,
or general cognitive processing (essentially enhanced fight or flight reflex).
This boost is extremely slight, and would by no means tip the scale
if he was vastly overpowered in a competition of any sort.
It never runs for more than a minute (60 seconds),
because his body simply cannot handle it.

Wildsight
He can see better than most humans in dim light.
He cannot see any better than a human in darkness, though.

Fae Music
Similar to a bard’s ability, people are naturally drawn to his music/ dancing etc.
Additionally, plants grow better when exposed to his music,
whether it be from his voice or musical instruments.

Weaknesses/ Afflictions:
Allergic to iron. Direct contact will cause burns,
varying in degree depending on the
concentration of the substance.
Pure iron will result in third degree burns.
These wounds will heal particularly slow.

Has ridiculous insomnia.
Is known to stay up for days at a time,
before crashing and sleeping an entire day away.
His sleep schedule is generally sporadic.

He is almost always hungry.
You will never see him without some
kind of snack in his hand. If he goes too long without eating,
he becomes weak, dizzy, and is highly susceptible to migraines.


Weapon of Choice:
Sick Dance Moves, a few small pocket knives, and a can of mace.
Personal Quote(s):
"TNT comes in small packages!"
"I really make so many friends so that it's less potential enemies."
"I'm too tiny for this cold weather! I'll be a popsicle!"
Theme Songs:
"Work This Body" by Walk the Moon
"Anything" by Hedley
"Long Live the Reckless and the Brave" by All Time Low
"Guys Don't Like Me" by It Boys!
Appearance:
5'2", and 113lbs soaking wet. His eyes are a luminescent honey color, his hair is a chocolate brown with a tuft of bottle-bleached blonde right in the front. He spikes it to add height to himself. His body is proportional to his height, so he has tiny hands and feet, often needing to shop in the junior’s section for clothes and shoes.




Note from Void:
Alright, so basically I took a few abilities from a Pathfinder book about Fae and watered them down. He is completely unaware that he is a Changeling, he thinks he is human. I do have it planned for him to have wings some time in the future, but that will be after some serious rp-based soul searching when he finally starts to grasp the idea that he is not human. I will make sure there are reference pictures of his wings before then. Please feel free to tell me if you disagree with any part of this profile!
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