Fire Blast

He's not exactly the most chatty, and even then that's stretching. Actually he doesn't talk at all...he does this sort of mind flash and puts pictures in your head, but he understands us all just fine.

We don't really know much about him, and the psychics can't pick his brain so all we know is what he's shown us and honestly it all just kind of runs together and isn't all that clear. Best we figure out is that he was abandoned down here in the tunnels, at a young age no less, and left to die. The brains think he's got some ability they are calling 'reactive adaptation' where he can go and change himself to fit whatever he's gotten himself into. And let me tell you, seeing it in action is some freaky stuff...and I have seen some freaky stuff before.

So he's gonna make a great weapon for us, seers can't do anything about him and the rest will have a hard time dealing with his abilities.

It was a beautiful day, brilliantly blue and cloudless and the sun baked the San Diego streets as Caitlin Rose Baker walked to school, surrounded by her friends who were busy catching up on the latest television episodes. It really was the perfect day for an 18th birthday and Caitlin was enjoying every minute of it. She bounded into class, waving hello to her friend Jiāo as she sat down. He had been one of the people she became fast friends with at Aquinas Academy and she loved hanging out with him outside of school. Caitlin’s phone buzzed with a text message and she silenced it quickly without much thought. It looked like another birthday text message from her East Coast friends. What was a Rikti anyway? She snapped her phone shut as the late bell rang and the teacher started collecting last night’s Calculus homework. As Caitlin passed her papers forward, the classroom darkened with a greenish cast.

Long ago, the mighty nation of Mu battled the dark power of Oranbega. Mu did not stand alone in the fight against evil. Lemuria, the domain of the Dragons, fought alongside Mu. Though Mu and Lemuria were destroyed during this great battle, the threat of Oranbega was eliminated.
In time, Oranbega reemerged from the ruins as the Circle of Thorns. The descendants of Mu still battle them to this day. Yet the truth of their allies has faded into legend. The Circle, however, has not forgotten the help the Dragons provided and seeks revenge. They hunt the last of the true Dragons, killing any they find. Left alone, many of the true Dragons went into hiding, masking their draconic nature with magic.
My father was one of the last of the true Dragons. I lived an ordinary life until the Circle came for us. My mother fell prey to a spirit thorn and fought the man she loved. My father used all of his power to protect my escape.

Sporting one of five experimental Paxian armored versions that channel the strength of DNA based organisms, in this case, a Pteranodon.