- Name: Farid
Guardian: No one (Donna the Vixen)
Spirit:There's nothing anyone loves quite as much as a parade. A grand parade! Festivities and fireworks, magic and enchantment running rampant over the grounds. As it was, a hush had already fallen over the crowd at the stunts of the strongman. Amazing feats of physical might to fall as a precursor to the true magnificence that was to come. It was early evening when one of the young carnies, effects being his though he oft was seen in the freak show, went behind this spectacle to check on what he considered to be his deux ex machina, his finest creation. As soon as night fell, the stars would dim in envy of the cascade of confetti and color from his fabulous firework display. It seemed the heavens had such envy that their spite had seeped into his very creations. All seemed well as he lovingly ran his hands over the confetti cannon and gazed into the barrel to assure that it had been perfectly calibrated with the precise amount of the holographic, prismatic paper. As it happened, perhaps it was just the tiniest bit imperfect, for as he peered inside, the mechanism shot! The confetti canons burst open in an awe inspiring display, hitting the poor lad square in the face. He reeled back, trying to pull the scraps away in a blind, frantic attempt. However, in his haste he failed to find the edge of the stage and fell back, right into the fireworks that had been set to go off soon after the fire of the canons! The last thing the poor boy ever saw was a brilliant display of color and light before the largest rocket shot through the heart that held it dear and he died. However sad this event, the crowd was so cowed by the beautiful display that he received a standing ovation - whether he ever knew of it or not.
Vessel: Platypus
Season: Summer
Powers: Able to create psionic energy in the palms of his hands that can be directed in outward blasts that simulates firecrackers.
