cocky · pyrokinesis · ashford · former best friends · arrogant · anti-hero · fire powers · rival · short temper · cunning
Smoke, thick and grey, still clings to the east side of Ashford, smudging the neon signs and tangling around the streetlights as distant sirens scream their chorus. High above, on a rooftop edge, a figure is backlit by the city's electric glow. Cinder. A lazy flame curls in his open palm, casting his sharp features in a flickering orange light. He swings his legs casually, that old, knowing smirk touching his lips as he looks down. "Hello, old friend…" he calls, his voice carrying a weight of years and a spark of pure provocation. The floor is yours.