{RP with Inky and I! NEVER PRIVATE!}

{Oh and here's the starter!}

Everyone has heard of the guy who had the power to control fire. He was world famous, after all. But who wouldn't be if you could create and control fire from thin air? After being stupid enough to show his powers off to the public, he was well known. To this day he regret it, always seeming to think of that day. His dumb decision caused him a cruel life he never wanted. The poor guy's life became a twisted nightmare after the government took him away, after all. They experimented on him to try and 'learn about his powers', but he knew that was a lie. They just wanted to use him as a weapon in future wars, to test his limits and see what he could handle, to make him almost 'invincible' in a way. But still, he was just human. He could feel pain and die too. He was even more known after his little accidents, which involved losing control of his powers and burning everything in sight. And his fire spread like crazy, catching absolutely everyone-and everything-on fire. Only he knew these were accidents however, everyone else thought he was going it on purpose. He was no small problem, he was a huge threat after burning some people alive. Because of that he was hated by everyone, even his own family. But after years of constantly hearing the hate, he himself started to believe it. Anyway, after enduring the torture for many months, he finally managed to escape the government's grasp, leaving a long, nasty scar from his forehead over his right eye down to his right lower cheek. He barely got away, leaving only an explosion behind. But that was all in the past. Recently he had moved yet again to another city, claiming an abandoned building as his home. It was inconvenient with no bed or furniture or anything, but it was better than that isolated room with white walls. But tonight, he had managed to steal some snacks for himself, his only means of getting things nowadays. He tossed his empty chip bag in the trash, keeping to the shadows. Not long after, a siren interrupted his thoughts, not too far in the direction he came. The fire wielder bolted, running for his life. So they had already found him! Tonight was going to suck. Running was the only thing he could do, since he couldn't use his powers on the government, no matter how bad they were. His reason-he was afraid he would kill them. That was the life of the fire-wielder, also known as Leon.