My parents named me: Brendon Vale
But you can call me: Brendon or Chandelure
I'm a majestic: BuruburuI've been around this many years: 18
Remember this day: May 13th
My eyes are the color of: Goldenrod
My hair is a beautiful shade of: Amethyst to cyan
The image of perfection: 5' 11" ; 162 lb
I enjoy: □ Smoking
□ Photography
□ Gambling
□ Piano
□ Teasing others
I'm interested in: Women
and Men
People say I'm: a womanizer, despite what I have to even say about it! I'm a laid back guy to tell you the truth. But I'm only chill if I want to be.
I don't tolerate kids trying to boss me around, but I do however don't mind them feisty. I may be strict, and might be an a*****e at times but people just don't understand my humor. I can let almost anything slide past me, but once you piss me off thats it for you. When I was a
true man, I was violent and charming, and this is what I am still.
But they don't know me: Thirty-four years ago, I died. Simple as that. If my memory is correct, I was a wealthy man with a beautiful trophy wife. Due to my upbringings, to be quite the gentleman and a smart business man, I was none the less. My only problem was the fact that I feared fire and was traumatized by the infernal thing because my mother died in a fire.
Now don't you dare say I had mommy issues! Had my father not carried me out of the fire, I'd be dead before I died thirty-four years later. Anyway, I grew up to be a handsome gentleman, much like the well known Gatsby who lived up the street. . . I just never threw parties quite as well as he did. I met my wife through a business party, only to find out that the only reason she
loved me was because her father's company was failing and I would bail her out if I married her. Unlucky for me, I did. However I was fed up with my wife and set out looking for younger, and more appealing pieces to feast upon, if you understand what I mean. Sadly, my wife was a jealous hag. Some years after I married her, she broke into the wine cellar in the basement. Me being me, I went to go investigate and found myself locked down there. I wasn't worried a bit, considering I was stuck in a room with fine wine to drink. I began to worry once I smelled smoke leak into the basement - my home was now on fire. I died in an uncanny way. . . seeing as how I died in a fire. . .
I believe that after I had died, I woke up to find myself, well alive. At least I thought I was. Most of my memories were intact after I had died, but I seemed to have gained to harness the power of something my
'father' dreaded - fire. Looking into the mirror, I look as if I was 18 once again. It took me a few years to master my ability. I hitchhiked all over the world, sitting atop modern airplanes and bullet trains. I've learned quite a bit since my death, but at least my skin doesn't whither away over time.
Fire/heat Manipulation Fire Manipulation takes quite a bit of concentration, so my guard goes down before I actually use it, leaving me vulnerable for a good minute or two. I can make the heat around me feel boiling hot or freezing cold. The oxygen in the air is extremely flammable, so if I must make fire, I would have to make it very small to begin with and build it up which also takes time.
I've mastered this: Morturary SwordMy ID # is: #033
I guard: Amber TreinnaMy rank is: Diamond
I take: Gym
Martial Arts
Science
More of these: ✔ Cakes / Sweets
✔ Cool Weather
✔ People
✔ Violence
✔ Wine
Less of these: ✖ Silence
✖ Disobedient Brats
✖ Organization
✖ Cheap Anything
✖ Bitter Food
I can't live without: Molleh
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