Character Name: Glacirus
Name: Natsume, Seto (last, first)
Age: 34 ~ appears 16 due to magic.
Eye Color: Faded purple
Hair Color: Dark pink
Breed: "Magically inclined" human...alright, Mage
Powers: Partial controll over fire. Breathing, manipulating, spontanious combusting, that sort of thing. Comes in handy when you need to cook something just right.
Personality: Contrary to the natures of his power, actually quite calm and collected most of the time, following a path of nonviolence and pacifism. However, though not easily aggrivated, once he is, he has a horrible temper.
Appearance: When outside the kitchen he usually has his hair tied back in a small ponytail with a yellow and orange bandana. Hanging around his neck is an old-fashioned silver dollar on a string. He wears a white sleeveless shirt with a blue leaf pattern running up the right side, which he has several pairs of. His pants are nothing special, slightly torn jeans who are cut just above his anckles. He either goes barefoot, or in sandals. When cooking though, he wraps the bandanna completely around his hair to keep it out of the food. The orange part turns out to be a cartoon skull with it's tongue sticking out. His silver dollar is put in his pocket, and he wears a pair of heavy boots. He also puts on an apron, with a similar pattern to the bandana.
Weapons: Aside from his powers and whatever kitchen utensil he has in his hands, Seto uses no weapons. He tries to adhere to pacifism as much as he can, untill his last nerve gives.
Element: Fire, of course.
History: Well...after burning down most of his homes and apartments in fits of rage, Seto was arrested for serial arson. Only the arresting officers and a select few of those he associated with during the 'rehabilitation' knew about his powers. They all knew he had not emant to, and gave him support he needed. Released early, for good behavior, Seto wandered the streets. Finding afew places to stay, but never able to hold it down because, regardless of the truth, he was labled as an arsonist, and no one really wanted to hire a criminal. Stumbling across this place, Seto decided why the hell not, and decided to try his hand at holding a new job, among people who would over look his record.
Rp Sample:
Looking up at the sky, Seto let out a long, drawn out sigh. His hands in his pocket, he passed by store after store. looking into a window, he stopped, tugged his pockets inside out, and sighed again in dismay. ~Uh-hunh...,~ he thought to himself shaking his head, ~Empty. Just like always.~ His stomach growling he kept walking on, turning down an abandoned alley. Kicking a piece of garbage to the side, Seto's eyes closed, his breath visable in the colder air. It wasn't winter, but the air was still chilled slightly. Turning to check if anyone was nearby, he looked at one of the filled trash cans in the alley. "Well...It'll stink like all hell, but better than catching a cold." he muttered as he drew his head back slightly, before releasing a small stream of fire from his mouth to light the trash for warmth. "Just one job...and I wouldn't be standing out here like some bum. I'd be cooking up something nice..." His stomach growled again, a stray cat walked by him and he watched as it turned from the alley and made it's way down the street.
"Just one job...and that cat wouldn't have looked like a decent meal. I'm going crazy..." he laughed abit, looking back up at the sky. The wind picked up a little and what he tought was another piece of trash flew into his face, causing him to flail his arms a bit before able to grab it and get a better look. It was trash, a day old newspaper page. The classifieds "Cook wanted. Well, guess it couldn't hurt to go give this place a look." Seto shrugged his shoulders and pocketed the paper, heading out of the alley and down the street, the same way that cat had gone.
~Just gotta keep positive...and work out some way to get a meal out of this atleast!~
