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Name: Daniel "Fieryone" Cain
Age: 29
Gender:Male
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5"10'
Occupation: Mercenary
Residence: Wherever the winds take him.
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Physical Description: Fieryone sports Bright red hair, He is usually seen wearing a simple black T-Shirt with a fire decal that goes around the waist, a simple pair of blue jeans with a simplistic belt to hold them up. On his feet are a pair of brown steel toed combat boots. Other phyiscal characteristics include black pupils, and rather well toned and chiseled body.
Personality: Fieryone for the most part considers himself to be a decent guy, not going out of his way to make life particular hard for anyone, so long as they haven't done anything to harm him. He can be quick to temper though, being a rather hot blooded individual but he generally tries to do the right thing. Though he can and will do things that others would call "indecent" should they see him in the process of doing something like that. Generally as well, he can usually be seen wearing a smile, even in tough times.
Magic/Abilities: Pyrokinesis, the ability to control and create fire at will, allowing him to use it as a weapon and create streams of fire from his hands and body, What he cannot do is set other living beings alive, though articles of clothing can be set aflame. He is also a skilled Gun Users due to years of trainning.
Equipemnt: Fieryone has two .45 ACP Ammo using pistols, both holstered on either side of the hip. He also tends to carry around a 12 Gauge Shotgun slung across his back when doing a job.
Relationships: None at the moment
History Ever since he was a little boy, Daniel "Fieryone" Cain, found that life was a hard, considering he and his parents lived on a small colony known as Haven. Out on the edge of habitable space, where most people didn't go due to it being right on the edge of known space. All he knew about Haven as a child was what its name suggested, it was a haven for people like his parents. Those who escaped the harsh and cruel realities of human weapons testing, such as Genetic Manipulation or engineering, those who found their way to Haven tended to be such. Dainel himself was the child two such individuals, unlike his parents whose genetic manipulation was a failure it carried into him. Giving him from birth the ability of Pyrokinesis. So growing up, he was used to seeing those with odd powers, or physical mutations that he himself felt lucky. Though in his earlier years, the ability to set things on fire at will was one that got him some in trouble at an early age, and thus he was forced to keep try and keep it under control. He didn't need to be the cause of Havens demise. So from the ages of two to 16 he and his family lived in relative piece at the colony, on its edge so as to minimize the damage he could potentially cause, of course as he got older it wouldn't really matter for the colony. As those who knew of the colonies locations and had the ships to get supplies to and from the colony would slowly disappear, and with each ship disappearing the colony would begin to shrink, as those living in it would being to feel the pressures of a dying colony, at 16, Fieryone and his parents would leave the colony, heading outbound on a ship of one the colonists and heading for the nearest station.
For the next few years, Fieryone and his parents would hop from station to station, not staying at anyone place for too long, out of his parents fear of being found his Father took it upon himself to teach him how to use a firearm for basic protection as they traveled around, taking in every opprotunity they could, and as they traveled Fieryone grew to think he was a pretty decent shot, but his supposed skills would not be enough, in his 18th year of freedom his world would be sent tumbling when he and his parent were found by those searching for them. Still searching after all this time, after an ensuing gun battle in one of the space stations Fieryone and them would be seperated, the only thing to Fieryone's name at this point was the bag of clothes on his back, his gun, and a meager amount of ammo and money. Using only his wits and whatever bit of luck he could make for himself, avoiding capture. Once he was sure that those where chasing after him and his family he'd come out of hiding, and begin to figure out how to survive on his own, the first thing he did was use what little bit of money he had to buy his way off the station to anywhere else. He'd found himself becoming a drifter afterwards, bumming around for odd jobs to make money so he could feed himself, and even joinning up with crews on ships in an attempt to stay hidden, learning all he could as he did so, building up his skills that he was able to break free and go solo as Mercenary.
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