Fire Control

My brother and I have both developed mutant abilities to control fire. To hear Robbie tell it, he's been the target of a vast blacklisting conspiracy for years (not me too, mind you, just him). If you buy that, I'd like to sell you some prime real estate out in Woodvale. The truth is, Rob's an action junkie, and a little bit of a bully to boot. Throwing his lot in with Arachnos was the path of least resistance; Rob doesn't care which side he's in for, as long as he's in the game. My brother's gone on long enough, dragging our family's reputation into the mud as Cinderlock. It's time for me to be the responsible one and start cleaning up the mess he's made.

My name's Andrew Locke. How can I help?

Have you ever felt that something is missing or out o place?? Well, that is my life, i know there is something or someplace out there where i will fit. When my talents begin to appear i though it was a blessing, but since my strenght and power begin to grow I also begin to fear... I begin to fear that my place is not really on this world, everytime i embrace the fire i want it more and more.... It is like a drug, and i am getting addicted. And that is not all, i can feel I am getting more violent, and now everytime i fight evil i fight it twice, one in Paragon and the other inside my head... But i fear, i fear the violence is my true nature and i might not be able to hold it at bay for long and end up becoming a villain. I can only hope that in the end i win this struggle, because heroism is where I have found myself so far.

This text was taken from one (of the many) the therapy sessions at Ultimate Firelord attends in our SG

Is it heroic if your behavior is prompted by selfishness or is a hero classified as such because of the basic altruistic nature of all their actions? I need to be a hero. I must be a hero. I've been Grounded for over 5,000 years, bound to my human form for one day for every villager I destroyed. I thought it would pass in the blink of an eye- 5,000 years is a single thread in the tapestry of a dragon's lifespan. I scoffed at the small human sorceress that threatened to upturn my existence because who in their right mind threatens a dragon, especially a Red Dragon? It would be as if a mouse threatened a lion or a fish threw itself at a hawk! Looking back, I should have eaten her. Instead, I let her talk for a few moments, spilling her thoughts out of her frail, bony frame. How was I to know she had the power to curse me? To Ground me! She stared at me, eyes glowing a peculiar shade of purple, matching a stone she now held in her hand.