Warren decided to copy off Gaston and this is what he wrote...
Name: Warren Peace. Not Battle. Not anymore, don't you dare call me Warren Battle. I dropped the name, m'kay?!
Alias: Huh? I haven't graduated yet... that comes later. I get called Hot-Head by my gym teacher, though... Umm, I use my personal name at work, Huifeng... Mandarin for "wise phoenix".
Age: 16, and I'm still a freshman. Fail my life.
Is From: I don't really know where home is... I was born in Seattle, so I stubbornly root for the Sea Hawks, even though they never get anywhere... I moved to Beijing and spent the bulk of my childhood there, so I guess that's what feels most like home.
Species: Pyrokinetic human. Yeah, I have mutant DNA.
Height: I'm 6'2''. I tower over the rest of my class... Ugh. Makes me stick out even more.
Weight: Um... I'm kindave heavy. Most of it's muscle, I work out a lot... but the food at work's pretty tempting, so I indulge a lot... I gotta stop with the sweet-and-sour pork.
Gender: I'm a guy.
Likes: Fire, books, Macaria, reading, painting, drawing, burning stuff, being antisocial, tattoos, poetry (you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you), baseball.
Dislikes: Water, cold stuff, Melinoe, Hades, my temper, feeling depressed, people staring at me 'cuz I'm Baron Battle's son, people dissing me for the same reason, people humiliating me for, guess what, the same flippin' reason... hell, just being associated with my dad in general.
Normal Attire: Black t-shirt (my favorite's the one I designed, the one with the phoenix on it), I layer it with a few more shirts, red one, orange one... Ripped jeans, studded belt, black sneakers or boots, my leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves, a few studded cuffs and punk jewelry... I'm goth. Whatever.
Powers: I'm pyrokinetic, so I can blow fire outta my hands. Impenetrability comes with it in the deal, and I'm immune to fire (obviously). I also run way hotter than a normal person, around 207 Fahrenheit.
Strengths: Firepower, duh. I don't get sick like normal people, I run too warm. I'm real active when it's hot, I've got a great throwing arm, nice accuracy... I'm also pretty fit, I can do about 170 on the bench press... I dunno, people say I'm smart, and I think a lot, but I don't really think so. I know smarter people than me. And I'm bilingual in Mandarin, if that counts for anything. And Maci says that I'm great in bed.
Weaknesses: Ugh, I've got total problems with my temper. Anger issues. You say the wrong thing, and I'm psychotic. I hate it, and I act so stupid when I'm mad. My mom's counseling me, but...
There's also the power quirks. My body temperature's unstable, since I gotta spike it to power up. I need oxygen, fire burns it to keep going, to understand it totally, I suggest you study thermodynamics. No oxygen... I conk out, total headache. I know everyone gets K.O.'ed without air, but it can kill me pretty fast, and it HURTS. Water's also dangerous- it's cold, smothering, and I'm not a strong swimmer at all. Cold in general's awful... It drains me. I loose heat way to fast, my body works overtime to keep me warm, and I just get tired so fast. If I'm too cold, I get sick... flu symptoms, though it's just my body freaking out and trying not to go hypothermic.
Allied with: Um, Stronghold, I guess... Layla, Majenta, Ethan and Zach (when they're not getting on my nerves), Macaria all the way, Persephone (I refuse to get along with her husband), Elisa and Tulio, Esme and Quasi, Jim, Nani... that whole effed-up family.
Mortal Enemy: Melinoe. God, I hate her. I'm not some little doll that she can play with and break and do whatever she wants with! Oh, man... She made me a total wreck. Worst time of my life.
History: I choose not to talk about my past. I don't trust people with it, and it's none of your business. So scram.
