Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150618041511

Rojo gave Azulius a sympathetic smile and clapped for him, "I hope you know how lucky you are to be born into a reforming gang. Also, I live to that wise man's saying, everyday."

He walked over to the wall, and took his kama from its place. He held it in the air for a second, before activating the Fire Dust within through his Aura. The sickle's blade was engulfed in fire. He felt up the red side of his head, and brushed it down.

"You know, fire was the only way I could connect with my own mobster past," he said to the magician, before gesturing to the green half of his hair, "Wind was how I got away from it. It saved me from accepting the Legion, as the right thing. Despite how you see me right now, I'm usually a calm and peaceful person. My own Semblance is the manifestation of my anger. I lose all my moral, and attack everything in sight. On that, I attain new levels of prowess in all physical fields. It's five minutes of carnage. Few people snap me out of it."