"Okay... What is the basic guidelines for Pyro, e.g. weapon(s) of choice, personality, likes, dislikes, and other stuff? Or can I do whatever and just keep in mind he competes for Umbra's attention for whatever reason that would even be a mystery to God?"
Korzis stands in the room, away from both his father and mother. "It is possible Flint is alive. You Changelings are hard to kill. Not unless you're willing to. Also, Flint could have been captured by something and warped out before that ship was blown apart. And Terra, I dare you to do that again." Pyro snickers as Korzis shifts his attention to the exchange between Shadow and his mother. "Mind explaining to me who she is, or was?"
Zaros stands still. His eyes closed, his head facing the floor, and he seemed slumped against the wall. But he was very much awake, and was irritated by the exchanges, half-wanting to beat the granddaughter down to the edges for her attack. It had only be fifty-three years since the attack, and still the ferocity, lack of mercy, and the blood he had let loose in that day haunted him. He had never let himself go into such a state of brutality since, all his attack aimed straight for a quick and clean kill.
I paced through my room, spinning my scythe, and looking at all the sh!t that was still here. I wanted to go out and burn half the stuff. Whenever I had the chance I was either too lazy, or was on very bad terms with my annoying @ss brother. I hated to admit that he was the best choice for the job of burning it, as people just knew when I set fire to something, as it would either end up being charred, or catch everything on fire. Both cases having been seen not to long ago, and the latter having gotten me grounded when I was ten.
I sighed as I just sit on my bed, the green colour long faded away, with a few splotches here and there. I set my scythe on my lap, admiring the work put into it. The blade was of a darker tint, but was still very shiny and silver-like. The black leather crossing over itself up the pitch black steel shaft. A rune like inscription, something that was only there for aesthetics, is carved into blade end of the shaft on either side of it. It was basic, yet masterly worked, and could prove a very dangerous weapon when in my hands.
"First person is Kayla.Though since she came last, that should be obvious."