Encarcion

She was born with fire in her eyes and a flame in her belly. It was obvious she could fight from the beginning, but she never did, only to protect her brother Dunes from their angry siblings. She was pressed to fight, to join the war like her siblings, to use her talents. But she refused, for she knew that, if given the chance, she would love to fight. And that was her problem. She loved to fight, loved it with a passion, loved to feel blood in her teeth and flame in her belly and the hot stench of killing. But she couldn't control it. She would lose control of her fervor, her flame, and kill everything, everyone, leaving behind a desolate wasteland that could not be recovered.
So she ignored the inferno in her, and cultivated life. She created a sanctuary, a beautiful, lively, flourishing garden full of flowers and good things to eat. And she helped her clan grow, feeding them and tending to them and helping build their lair. She was satisfied.