FlameBurst

Fire and desolation will be the only thing I leave in my wake.

A tactician skilled in kamikaze technique, FlameBurst's first time leading an army ended in failure and left him seriously injured. His back legs are intricate prosthetics that he had spray painted into a striking gold color, and this setback does not seem to deter his ends. To him, his subordinates are merely pawns, and their deaths are insignificant as to him, they have failed to deliver what he expects of them. Due to the disparities he has, he often clashes with the other tactician RippleCurrent- he refuses to admit that he would lose to a woman. He likes to visit his sibling and heckle them to no end to derive entertainment. Unlike SilentStealth, FlameBurst often goes on long voyages to heckle his sibling and gather information of their allied Plague clan- of course, the other party does the same.

...it's best not to ask where he got his crown from, and he thinks the bow is cute, compared to his sister. Abyss might've gone too far with taking liberties in upgrading his prosthetic legs. He's received news of his sister's unfortunate death in Plague, and FlameBurst has lost quite a bit of his usual arrogant and vicarious nature from that. He keeps the bow on him at all times, and is rarely seen nowadays.

Subtle changes have been seen on FlameBurst- what once used to be splatters of blood on his body has now converged into thick, bloodstreaked lines that run across his back. His eyes are dark, contemplative and much more mature than before, now that he had broken free of mourning his sister. Making a deal with the ghostly seer to share their collective power, FlameBurst throws himself into training his children into tacticians like him in order to forget his admittedly embarrassing past- his current prosthetics now melt fluidly into his stumps, one with his body.

FlameBurst is (ง'̀-'́)ง at his kids.