Soon You Will Feel It Too

[Dr. Strange]

A history on my newest character, Livor Mortem. (Also known by Firix Arenas~ Firestar)

Prologue

             The little child watched the fire climbing higher, listening to the screams with a twisted smile on her face. She enjoyed hearing others finally get what they deserved. At 12, she was a trained pyro, born and bred. Letting the last scream fall silent, she threw the last of her things into the fire eating away at the building she'd called home and turned to leave, tears starting to stream down her face as she felt her break into a thousand or more pieces...

~~TWO YEARS LATER~~

            Another flare snapped back at her, causing the teenager to go blind momentarily. Firix threw the lighter to the ground, cursing a blue streak as she felt it creep up her spine; that familiar feeling of fear and equal peace. The fire climbed higher, singing her human skin. She felt nothing, never did anymore. The thoughts were gone, the insatiable urge to burn everything is sight left as well. Feeling the first of a long line of storming emotions, Firix put the fire out and brushed off her hands on her pants leg. She could tell when the anger would kick in; right after the happiness faded to nothing. Her eyes reflected the color of a raging storm of yellow, orange and red: blending together in a dangerously beautiful dance of fire and unquenchable hunger for acceptance.

             As she felt the fire inside her slowly fade in ferocity, Firix shook her head to clear her mind and stooped to pick up the lighter, anger flashing, controlled, through her eyes the color of burnt amber. The lighter clicked and she smiled, the flame licked at her skin. She shivered with anticipation, hoping to set something else on fire. Being inattentive as usual, Firix realized only too late that the flames now engulfed her entire body. She watched in amazement as the fire slowly licked away the human flesh; exposing the black and crimson marked fur below. The anger subsided, her fingers clenched and unclenched; renewed energy coursed through her. As the

[Somebody]

Nice read, but it seems to have cut off at the end. "As the"

I didnt know your character had power over fire

[Dr. Strange]

Yes, Firix does. She's become Na'ha'nel/Livor Mortem. New update. I tried to fix it but my session on the forums timed out... Sorry...

            As the flames flared bright yellow, she felt the one inside her rekindle and rush to meet the outside. Suddenly the 'bonfire' in front of her blazed a fierce emerald. Reflected in her eyes was the same color with the effect magnified. Firix smiled blissfully, feeling more alive than before. Turning away, the wind picked up and blew the ashes and rubble into a star, the last of the fire burning along the outside. She mouthed one word; "Firestar" and walked away from the remnants of the Empire State Building. A hideous screech tore through her maw, shattering the glass of a helicopter documenting her departure. She left, a new person altogether...

            The smell of burnt skin and melted cloth greeted Firix as she walked into the homeless shelter, covered in lots of clothing. Leaning over, she whispered in the older man's ear beside her; "What's going on?"

             "Someone burned down the Empire State Building and took off, little ***** didn't stick around to watch the fireworks... Just as well, humph!" He snorted, snuggling deeper into his hood. His ragged clothing seemed to be made of nothing but old sheets and worn-out sweaters. He smelled of old garbage and week old tuna.

             "Can you keep a secret?" She asked, eyes a vibrant amber.

             "Depends, what's in it for me?" The old geezer asked, smirking. He knew the games well, he'd played them not so long ago himself.

             "I'll tell you who did it and buy ya lunch, but you promise you won't tell a soul. Else they'll get you next." She warned, completely serious as her muzzle peeked out from beneath the elegant black hood of her Soho cloak.

             "Alright. I want seafood though or no deal." He grumbled, standing shakily and stretching out. A long, white tail poked out of the seat of his pants.

             Firix smirked, "Tail's showin'." She teased, flicking the end playfully. She stepped close, adjusting her hood so he could see who she was. "The culprit is standing near you, and is buying a new friend lunch at a seafood place. Comprehend?" She murmured, smirking; her fangs flashed menacingly.

             "Yea, I got it. Nice sign, kid." He replied, smirking himself.



That's all for now, have ot work longer tomorrow.... Yippee! ~ >_<

[Somebody]

Very nice, I always find character stories fun to read and yours is no different. Look forward to reading more and finding out more about her powers

[flames]

I completely agree with Tezz. This background story in particular is quite intriguing, considering the rather original way it begins. I can't wait for more!

[Dr. Strange]

Thanks. I'm really trying to crunch it. My typing skills are sorely lacking right now though. I've been out of touch recently. Forgive my skills.

            They made their way silently along 19th street towards Tello's Ristorante, sniffing the air. The rich smell of carp, catfish, and lobster wafted through and seemed to wrap around them. Firix smiled, tail swishing slowly from side to side beneath her expensive cloak. The old fox murred in anticipation.

            "You think they'll say anything about me?" He asked, hanging back as they came upon the entrance.

           "No, I have this." She replied, pulling out a square of light blue cloth, folded many times over. As he watched, she shook it out; a handsome shirt and pants materializing. She smirked at him, handing them over.

           Catching a spark from the barrel of fire beside them, she let it crawl up her arm; enclosing them in a dark shroud. Helping him out of his tattered clothes, she put him in the suit and smiled. Her green dress sparkled as she unbuckled the black cloak. The darkness receded and they were once again visible. Walking briskly, they traveled across the street, entering the restaurant unnoticed.

            Seating themselves at an elegantly decorated table, Firix waved over a waiter, making a shh motion at his surprised face. "I'll pay you handsomely if you keep your lip buttoned." She murmured, looking at the menu. "I think I'll have the Maine lobster with some shrimp scampi." Rubbing her stomach under the table, Firestar felt some fire spark in her. Recognizing the danger, she quickly asked for a bottle of water and drank it down the second it was given to her.

            "Thank you. I was feeling thirsty. Can we get some wine? Your best?" She inquired sweetly, batting her eyelashes at the waiter. He took the older fox's order and scrambled off to get it.

            "You're such a disgrace." The fox growled, rolling his crystalline eyes. The opaque silver glittered with mischief far beyond hers.

            "What? I have no idea what you're talking about." Firix replied, smiling wider.

            The waiter, named Joseph, returned with some Red Bordeaux- La Mission Haut Brion circa 1937. He hastily poured them both a long glass, trying his best to appear under control. Firix, giggling, gently grasped his chin and pulled his face close to hers. Her ears twitched. Glancing past him, she could see several younger males nervously touching their waistbands. Rolling her eyes, she purred into Joseph's ear; "Could you do me... a favor? Tell those boys over there to calmly join us over here. I'm sure they'd like that."

            Joseph nodded, a shiver rippling through his body the instant she started purring. He shook his head slightly to clear it, turning, walking over to the large table....

            A few minutes later, the ten or so boys all stood up in unison and slowly made their way over. The first to reach Firix, a human of about twenty or so, regarded her with cold disgust. Firix smiled wider, spreading her arms to the empty chairs at the table. It could seat at least thirty people. When they'd finally seated themselves, she smiled warmly.

            "Hello, my name is Firix. Why do you touch your waistbands? A concealed weapon, perhaps? Or a store of drugs?" Her voice was soft, barely audible. The boys moved closer, mesmerized by her enchanting voice and goddess-like appearance. "I would like you to accompany me to a new building being constructed, the Ellis Island Hotel. Perhaps you've heard of it?"

            "Yea, we heard of i'. Only loaders hang 'ere. Whacha wan' from us? We ain' got no t'ing for you. We low, you a loader. Why you wan'a know abou' us for? We mean no'hin' 'o you." The oldest boy replied, adjusting something in his waist.

            " 'Cause, I ain' so much be'er t'an you, if you mus' know." She replied, snickering at his puzzled expression. "I co' from a poor fam'ly too, y'know." Her speech surprised them only because she was dressed so expensively.

            The young man recovered quickly, scowling at her. "You makin' fun o' me?"

[Somebody]

It actually came out pretty good. I'm not exactly sure were your going with this but that makes a story interesting

[Dr. Strange]

           Ignoring them for the moment now, Firix leaned over and whispered in the old fox's ear, "My name, by birth, isn't Firix, it's Firestar. I can't stand people knowing it. I trust you with my name only because none will believe you if I walk out right now. I have a way of disappearing on people." She smiled knowingly, continuing; "I doubt you'll use it against me anyway, I control the  fire and none own my soul. Be careful." She warned, moving away and standing with a yawn.

           She'd barely touched her meal and the wine bottle was gone. The waiter rushed over with her bill, bowing deeply. Paying the bill and the waiter off, she calmly left the restaurant and walked back to the shelter, her fingers clenched; claws drawing fiery blood. When she arrived, she felt the air shift: the hour of witching was coming. She grabbed a newspaper quickly, reading the date and putting it back, a look of disgust on her face.

           "October thirty-first.. Lovely..." She snorted, rolling her eyes and her sleeves up. This is going to be a long night... Thinking this, she swept her cloak off and burned the dress away, leaving her traditional clothing; a too short green tank top, faded green camouflage pants, and Tesla guns on her back. Loud, black, thirty-pound combat boots finished off the look of total fear she struck in many people.



---That's all for now, my father's breathing down my neck about work and house stuff.. I'll try to be on later or edit this tomorrow. Enjoy my furs. ^_~ ---

[Dr. Strange]

            Loving the feel of the wind on her skin, she began to run down nineteenth street, taking a sharp turn onto Park Avenue South. Her breath made rolling white clouds that billowed behind her. Catching sight of Gramercy Park, she sped up and blasted right into the oak tree across from the benches. Recovering, she blushed and smiled, brushing herself off. She was practically a sore thumb, sticking out easily because of her Tesla guns. Disrupting the air, she could feel her blood boil with glee.

            The unease of others watching her made her blood fire up hotter. The temperature of her skin spiked, causing steam to rise and swirl off into the air. She frowned, her body temperature never spiked like this. Reveling in the new sensation, she clenched her fist, watching the fire blaze alive along her fingers, wrist and arm. The sensation was like nothing else, indescribable. Eyes full of fiery passion, Firix stole a glance at the gathering humans. Her fingers clenched, the flames licking along her skin in dizzying swirls. She smirked, voice developing a hallow echo.

            "Want to see a show?" She asked, face gaunt.

[flames]

I may not know exactly what is going on, but I don't need to in order to enjoy it. As interesting and intriguing as always.

[Dr. Strange]

Awe, thanks.

[Somebody]

(Sorry for not getting to this sooner)

Nice read, I particularly like her personality I cant help but like her

[Dr. Strange]

I'm experimenting with a lovable person being totally unstable inside but is able to hide it well. I think it's coming along nicely. I'll update tomorrow, the story hasn't progressed enough for my taste. I hope you guys and all my other silent audience enjoy the way it is turning.

[Somebody]

Of course, its a nice story told a interesting way. Instead of just making a glorified timesheet of events *cough like me *cough* you tell her story as if it were just casual happenings

[Dr. Strange]

*cough i know cough* It's rather depressing how my characters are more likable than I myself am. >_>