Age: 16
Homeworld: Unknown
Statues: Good
Side: Chasers
Rank: Apprentice
Element: Fire
Description: Cinder stands at around 5'9, he is rather tall for his age. His eyes are either a soft lavender or sharp violet depending on the situation. His hair is dark brown and long, the back hair is tightly wrapped in a tail. His usual attire consists of light clothing Attached at his hips are two sheaths both carrying a finely crafted scimitar within them.
Personality: Cinders first impression is that of a man with a serious tone who shows little emotion. But in battle his true disposition is revealed, a wild young man whose skills with a blade are beyond his years. Once one has gotten to know the youth they find that he's a very kind and thoughtful young man.
Weapon(s): Phoenix- One of the scimitars given to Cinder by his master Zife, its counterpart being Idolo. A very thin, flexible sword with rubies set in its hilt. The blade is able to burst into flames; its power depends on the emotional state of its wielder. One of Cinders training missions was to take a feather from a phoenix located on another planet. The spirit of a phoenix resides in the weapon. The feather can be seen embedded in the side of the sword.
Idolo- A diamond edged scimitar that has an unknown gem found by Cinder; set in the blade just above the hilt. Its sculpted surface flickers with non-elemental energies that paint a glittering arc of destruction as it is swung.
Summons: Unknown
Bio:
Cinder was born in Sol’linquo the desert city. Sol’linquo is one of the many settlements across Terra, located at near the edge of the Great Sands; a vast desert that stretches many many miles.
Sol’linquo is a rather populated place due to its location, and its natural oasis makes it a perfect spot for warn out travelers. Many of the buildings are made from yellow stone, and don’t get much higher than three stories. This is due to the sandstorms that are known to hit the city, which wear down the rock and may cause the structures to collapse.
Cinder was a street rat, his parents died out in the desert, or so he was told. They were archeologists and loving parents from what he can recall. One day they left to study some newly unearthed ruins. Sadly they never returned.
He lived out his childhood on the streets, not exactly a great life, but he got by. The boy lived only for himself looking out for only himself, and he learned fast that this was the law of the street. No one was going to help him, or teach him he had to adapt. When he was thirteen he joined a gang known as the Desert Vultures. They spent their days searching through caravans that the desert had claimed. Looking for anything of value. Their nights were filled with drinking and harassing travelers and townsfolk, this side of the gang Cinder never took part in.
He never expected his life to get any better unless he had money, that’s all that mattered to him was money, money and fighting. With money he could get respect he thought, and get off the streets.
It was during a normal desert day, the hot sun overhead. Just another day, or so Cinder thought. However this was the day he discovered his unique powers. The gang was looking through a recently destroyed caravan, Cinder noted it odd that there was no bones left behind. It didn’t look like the work of a sandstorm. His suspicion was correct, a Sand Worm jumped the gang. Killing two members the moment the beast broke through the sand.
Cinder drew his weapon, the outlaws had faced Sand Worms before but none on this scale; it was massive. The youth stood ready to take one the beast, it bellowed causing the sands to rise and blind the group.
They ran, got on their horses and rode as far away as they could. Cinder was disappointed, these people were the closet he had to a family. And just like his parents they abandoned him. The youth however did not turn tail and run, the boy realized that he never had a family and never will. All that mattered now fighting, it was all he got enjoyment in doing. Perfecting his ability as a fighter.
The Sand Worm to him was a trail, that would test his resolve. He firmly grasped his battered looking blades, and jumped at the beast his eyes a sharp purple a flame with determination.
Soon it became a battle of attrition and Cinder was losing. His arms felt like noodles, his blades felt extremely heavy, his breathing was rapid and strenuous. It was at this moment that something inside him ignited, like someone striking a match.
The youths hands became engulfed in white flames, but the roaring fire did not burn his flesh, or cause him any pain at all. This new power he acquired left him in awe, and also left him a sitting morsel for the giant worm.
The beast lunged at the unsuspecting boy, its massive maw wide open ready to shallow its prey whole. Cinder broke free of his trance just in time to get his sword up stopping the jagged teeth from crushing his body. He was surprised he was much stronger than before, never could he believe that he would have the strength to stop a Sand Worms powerful jaws.
He screamed pushing upwards with his blade cutting the monsters upper teeth line. The Sand Worm reared back in agony, thrashing its enormous body about.
Cinder jumped out of the beasts maw, he felt a rush of heat surge through his body. The youth dove down landing on top of his opponent, he slammed his hands down. A stream of flames erupted down the worms back. He drew his blades again, and stabbed them into the flame, easily cutting through the monsters thick hide. Cinder ran down the beasts back jumping just before he got to the end of the massive creatures body.
It let loose one finally deafening bellow before it feel dead. The flames around Cinder died out and the youth collapsed onto his back, laughing at his accomplishment.
“well done, I must say that was a exciting fight.” A man clapped from behind the youth, he rose up quickly and looked at the clapping stranger. Right away he noticed the seething energy coming from the strangers eyes, which a black cloth covered.
The man smiled and held out his hand, “My name is Zife. . . .”
