WANTED OUTLAW

The Scion of Flame. A woman caught in the center of a bitter conflict between two rival nations: The prosperous floating city of 'Arcadia', and the lawless badlands of 'Tanus'.Lyra Kreiss is a former member of the Arcadian Legion, now a wanted outlaw banished from their ranks after her lineage with the people of Tanus became public: a heritage she once knew nothing about.Deemed an enemy of the state with an ever-increasing bounty placed upon her head, the pyromancer makes her move to crush the corrupt regime of Arcadia: including the woman who both trained her - and sold her out.

DOSSIER

" Burn bright, but never burn out. "

NAME: Lyra Kreiss.
TITLE: Scion of Flame.
AGE: Somewhere in her thirties.
SPECIES: Human.
GENDER: Female/Intersex.
PRONOUNS: She/They.
OCCUPATION: Tanusian Rebel, Slayer of Beasts, formerly a soldier of the Arcadian Legion.
CURRENT BOUNTY: $42,270,000.
NATIONALITY: Tanusian.
PSYCHE: Hot-headed, snarky, self-assured. Tries to be kind-hearted to others, but gets irritated very easily. Prone to lashing out when provoked and acts on instinct rather than logic. Her heart is in the right place though.

ABILITIES: Proficient in martial arts, capable of decimating her opponents in close-quarters with a modified pair of Arcadian Legion Gauntlets. As a pyromancer, she is capable of summoning fiery projectiles to augment her punches. Her body also bears a natural resistance to intense heat.
HEIGHT: 6’5”.
HAIR: Sandy Blonde, unkempt.
EYES: Lilac.
WEAKNESSES: Suffers from frequent bouts of PTSD, when under situations of high stress.
FOOD OF CHOICE: Anything with a particularly spicy kick.
DRINK OF CHOICE: A bottle of Spiced Rum, to herself.
ENJOYS: Machines, Adventuring, Heavy Metal.
HATES: Bounty Hunters, collateral damage, Broccoli.
VOICE CLAIM: Valerie Arem

SAGA

" What, you expect your beloved Arcadia to save your hide? Good joke. "

Recognise me? Right, you've read the wanted posters - you’re talkin’ to the Scion of Flame. A wanted criminal beatin' the shit out of Arcadians and conducting the taboo art of pyromancy wherever she goes. Yours truly, Lyra Kreiss. How does that make you feel, I wonder? Scared? Maybe even eager to cut me down for the fat, juicy wad of bounty money? Right, don't make me laugh: if you're fond of keeping that pretty little head upon your shoulders, I'd strongly advise against the latter.Whenever I take in my surroundings, all I can see are flames: raging, consuming fires that incinerate all in their wake. Even though I know they're just in my head, that they're not real - they're still there, still serving as a constant reminder of the kind of power that lies right at my fingertips. It's kind of hillarious. As a kid, I never questions any of these 'visions' at all. Hell no. For me, conjuring up fire from the palms of my hands and burning shit to the ground was about as second nature as using your legs to walk... all part of my heritage, after all... a part of me once thought 'forbidden'.Now, I suppose I should let you in on the big clusterfuck that’s been my life up until now - you do look like you’ve been living under a rock or somethin’, after all. Ever since the first conflict broke out, the land has been divided into two nations: the prosperous floating city of Arcadia, where the Arcadian Legion rule over the lives of the masses with an iron fist and who certainly aren’t keen to take shit from anyone who says otherwise… and the lawless wildlands of the surface below the city, a barren plain known as Tanus where bandits, sorcerers and tribespeople run amok. Me? I’m living in Arcadia, the city in the sky. Right… living. Everyone around here has the same ‘ol mentality: You’re either one of us; or one of ‘them’. And no matter your allegiance, there’ll always be an enemy who wants your head on a fine china plate as a result. But… sides change like the wind. As it turns out, I had been the one fighting on the wrong side right since day one. It took me far too long to realise that, of course...

There was a time when the choice was easy for me… I mean, I was born and raised up in Arcadia and life was pretty good. My mother insisted that I learn how to fight and be able to defend myself from ‘the enemy’… so, after learning the art of hand-to-hand combat from the woman I once called 'master', Brandt, the natural thing for me to do was to fight for the Arcadian Legion. After all, the job paid well, and I got to push around countless idiots who wanted to make a scene. It gave me an outlet for my many frustrations. It was nice having that kind of power… and yet, once I told my parents the good news? They… they resented the idea. One heated argument later, and I was living on my own, keeping minimal contact with my family. It hurt being forced away like that. What was their problem with me fighting for Arcadia? Of course, little did I know, both of my parents were hiding something from me since my childhood days… but I moved on with my life.The only downside of living in Arcadia was the strict forbiddence of anything related to sorcery... that naturally included my fiery fingertips. I had to rely solely on my fists to get through thick and thin... we had a fairly strict policy towards any would-be magic users - often resulting in the death penalty. So, I kept it quiet... keeping my inner abilities tightly-guarded for fear of ending up like the people we fought: Tanusians... those who revel in the art of sorcery. I never really questioned why I had these abilities, honestly... it all seemed so organic at the time - so natural.I fought under the squad of my former master, Brandt, becoming involved in countless bloody conflicts against the Tanusian surface dwellers. I mean, I tried my best not to kill, but… when someone’s hellbent on ending your life, sometimes you don’t have a choice but to end theirs, too. I made a name for myself, much to the dismay of my parents. I’d soon find out why they had such a bee in their bonnet, however…

Brandt had discovered something disturbing about my family during a background check leading up to my next promotion. Her blood boiled… how did this slip under her nose? Yeah… my parents didn’t want me fighting against Tanus… because I was of Tanusian descent myself. Heh… it’s funny how quickly someone can throw away a past of friendship, camaraderie and fighting together at the drop of a hat. Brandt confronted me, calling me a scourge, scum and other such lovely names. I was stunned… how could my parents have hidden this from me? I mean, I was every bit as clueless as my master had been. And… to think I had been killing my own people for this long… it really freaked me out, you know. There are nightmares that still won’t go away – a never-ending guilt… not that it bothered Brandt, however. No… my former master had other ideas.She sent a team to capture me that night and bring me for public execution. Thankfully, I had been away from home, boozing away my sorrows at a seedy little bar on the edge of the city… but my parents? They got exiled back to Tanus… after being burned out of our family home on Arcadia, that is. When I discovered what had happened, I fell to my knees at the sight of what charred remains lingered of my home. I… I became filled with rage… inconsolable anger and sorrow against Arcadia.The nation I had worked so hard to fight for, had now turned its back on me in an instant. I was an outlaw, in the eyes of the public.

My only course of action was to get the Hell out. I managed to sneak on board one of the connecting elevators that bridge Arcadia with Tanus, with great difficulty of course, and ultimately reunite with my folks on the surface of the lawless badlands of Tanus. I was a mess… but after letting out more than a few emotions for a day or two, I managed to regain my composure. I had to, after all… there was no way I was letting Brandt get away with this, and dwelling on matters wasn’t going to get the job done any faster. They had put a hit out on me... the bastards I once gave my life to. Wanted posters or not, I was going to tear the Arcadian Legion apart, piece by piece - until I got my revenge on that cold-blooded bitch. For months, I trained with the local Tanusian tribesmen. Even though I had once tried to kill these very same people on behalf of Arcadia, they were surprisingly accomodating... at the end of the day? I was still one of their own - Tanusian blood ran through my veins... I guess that was good enough for them. The people of Tanus taught me how to let go of any inhibitions I once had in relation to my pyromancy... to use it - to combine the flames with my fists... to stick it to Arcadia and fight back as I pleased. No laws, no restrictions... to beat those authorative bastards, I'd need to use every underhanded trick in the book.Ever since, I've been a wanted criminal – given the moniker ‘Scion of Flame’ – and ultimately, I’ve been a scourge from Tanus despised by Arcadia. These days, I'm always on the move, plotting my chance to take the life of Brandt with my bare hands. She may have taught me everything I know about hand-to-hand combat, and credit where it's due - for that I'm eternally grateful… but I can't condone her newfound brutality - adhering to the regime's beck and call, even it it means upheaving alliances forged through time and steel.But now that you're all caught up, how about we grab a bite to eat or somethin'? Unless you're still afraid of this 'ol outlaw, that is.

TRIVIA

" I brought fireworks - and you're the party. "

FINALE

" Smile for the mugshot. "