[Bio] Flammia

[Nonfictionless]

Name: Flammia
Age: Endless although he doesn't remember the Titans
Race: Fire Revenant

Faction: Covenant of the Flame

Appearance: He looks like most other revenants. Legs made of fire and arms of molten lava. A solid body covered in a Bloodstone metal plate. His helm, set in the same metal forms around his head leaving only one opening for him to see through. However unlike most revenants he does not carry a sheild but two massive swords.

Languages: Kalimag with a deep Ignan dialect.

Class: Warrior, Mage. He wades through his enimies sorching everything often setting his blades on fire.

Personality: He serves only the Firelord. Flammia has little personal goals other than to see the destruction of the other elements. He thrives in combat and is rather calm outside of it. He only enjoys interacting with flesh devoted to the Firelord otherwise he is setting the ones not on fire. He cares not for his territory outside of the Firelands, prefering to spread his flames as far as he can.

Likes/Dislikes: Volcanic ash is his favorite burning smell next to how the fleshs smell when burning. Water being his natural enemy he hates them. Earth he does not care for either but he lets them pass more easily. Air is difficult for him as he knows that Air is nessecary for his fire so he won't attack them unprevoked but still hates them.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Flammia's greatest strength is that he is an elemental. While in the mortal plane he can not die. Aside from that most things don't phase him, being a creature of fire. The elements can hurt him, except his own, but few mortals now to attack his bindings while in the mortal realm so many fall to his blades and fire. However likewise because he is an element of Fire even the simplest water spells hurt him all the more.

History:

"Reth"

Spoken like a whisper was the first word Flammia heard and so he did. Born unto Fire and so that is what he breathed and served.

Flammia has been around forever. Staying in the elemental plane of fire. Serving Ragnaros was all he desired. To help him forge this plane and bathe it in fire. Wanting to expand the lands his lord controlled He spent countless years locked in combat with the elements of Earth under the command of a Prince. Pushing, breaking, burning and erupting into Deepholme. He blazed into Deepholme behind his Prince striking to break these rocks.

After years of battle he was put to work on a new enterance to Deepholme, each portal never lasted long, and once they broke through he felt like he was being ripped apart and put back together. He was someplace new. Some place green. Bracers, shackles, bindings held him in this world. Few others made it through with him.

He saw a new opportunity to bring his master's fire to this world too. He set to burning the land. He was eventually met strange creatures made of flesh who attacked him. He slew them with ease. They were such frail creatures. But then he met one who summoned a horrid water elemental and they both slew each other or so he thought until he found himself back in the elemental plane of fire. The bindings gone. Simple enough to put one and two together he found a new way to spread his flames without fear of death.

He worked for years breaking into the mortal plane, failing more often then succeeding. When the time came that his lord was summoned from their realm Flammia was off in another part of the mortal world and missed all that transpired. He then swore to himself that he would be there for the next time, as Ragnaros was already planning his return.

It wasn't until they found a dragon in Deepholme that this would be possible. He spent his time defening the dragon with the promise of helping his lord. This dragon truely saw what fire was good for. On the day of his release Flammia, like many other elements broke forth from their plane and set themselves upon the world of the flesh. The great tree stood in the distance taunting him, begging for his flames.

The flesh put up a valiant defence but they burned much of their land. The tree is within their reach. Even these acients won't stand long against my flame, my lord's flame.