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vulcuhns​:

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❝ fucking vending machine … ❞ he hisses under his breath. the machines are convenient, yes and normally they work but today, his drink isn’t coming out. and now his already short fuse is getting shorter. gabriel gives it one last bang. nothing. eyes glow as he fires off a blast ❝ AHHHH ! ❞, leaving a black, smoldering mess where the machine was. the mutant turns around and glances at the other. �� … … it was the machine’s fault. it wasn’t doing it’s job. ❞

“Oh, damn, don’t apologize. That was really fucking hot, pun intended.” He used a spark from the smoldering machine and cupped his hand around the resulting flame, smiling at the way it tickled his palm, “Let’s go find another machine. Dibs if it’s also not working. I haven’t destroyed anything yet today and I’m starting to get all sorts of bad ideas.”

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flameontm​:

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The skyline of New York stretched out around him, a high that Johnny craved. He could forget the horror that he’d seen down below as he took in a breath, burning like a second sun, and expelled all the fire he’d just absorbed. He was running so hot all oxygen had been burnt away, no way for him to breathe, but in this moment he didn’t need it, he was fire. Pure flame, elemental, everything that made him him burnt away. No more Johnny Storm, just the Human Torch. Absolute peace and absolute oblivion. None of the other ways he’d found to obliterate himself were as good. Johnny felt shaky as he flew back down to ground, kind of like it had used to be when he was first starting out and he’d ended just about every fight passed out on the floor. But the Fantastic Four were done, it wasn’t like he had to conserve his energy in case Doom or Namor called in for a not-so-friendly chat, so why not give it all when people needed him? At least he was still good for something. 

The third fire he’d been called out to today, this was pushing the line of dangerous, but this one had been the worst of the lot, a high rise of residentials, the kind of call he would never say no to. With the smell of smoke in the air and the exhaustion Johnny could feel in every bone of his body, he felt off, a weird sense that something was wrong about this one, something was different, crackling on his skin as he stumbled the landing, nearly falling to the ground. Steeling himself, he waded his way through the crowd towards the firefighters streaming in and out of the building, and tapped the first guy he saw on the back, “Hey, man, good job out there. I, uh, I’m pretty good at tracking the point of origin of a fire, if you want me to take a look inside?” Then his eyes widened. “Wait. Pyro? What? Back up. The X-Men fight fires now? I thought some of you liked starting them better.” 

John bristled at the assumption. He wasn’t meant to be seen by anyone who knew his face. Not today. Not this fire. Not the one he was keeping alive by subtly counteracting all of the attempts by his fellow firefighters. Hah. Fire fighting. It was a nice cover, and offered almost as many accolades and recognition as being a background member of the X-Men. But it was so fucking boring. And believe him, he really tried to be good...for a week or two. But there was nothing like the sheer ecstasy of watching something turn to ash. Men had been losing to fire for millennia, as its ancient tongue licked across everything men had built. Bringing commoners and kings to their knees, melting bones and cloth, wood and stone. 

And it was John’s greatest love. which was why he was consistently drawn to those whose powers aligned with his own. Was it fascination? Kinship? Lust? Hunger? He’d never taken the time to figure it out, as any sort of introspection was OUT of the question when it came to John. He didn’t want to know how his own mind worked. There were too many skeletons in that closet. 

He finally turned toward Johnny fucking Storm, as if he deserved any sort of answers, John practically spat, “And some of us had to get regular jobs when everyone who appreciated our talents of the past blipped away.” Johnny looked great, of course. Something John absolutely could not say for himself. These days, he rolled out of bed and into the firehouse, barely remembering to shave or shower. What was the point? Why look his best when he was forced to play a part and spend every day as a mere shadow of his true self?

Then, he remembered the first half of what Johnny had said, “Wait, you can track the origin of a fire?” His fingers tingled with the effort of keeping the blaze lit, sending endorphins flooding through his body. He wanted to out himself and brag about just how much he’d destroyed, but Johnny wasn’t exactly an accepting audience. 

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solarosta​:

@saintarsonist​ asked for a starter !

❝ you still messing around ? ❞ it’s small talk and a pathetic attempt at small talk but when your unstable sorta ex is back in your life again, it leaves a guy a little confused as to what to say. especially when you didn’t end on the best of terms. ❝ i meant. how are you ? ❞ better but not by much. but he’s not going to let anyone shake HIM.

John wouldn’t exactly call what he did ‘messing around’, which is why the two of them ultimately separated. Berto could never grasp how intensely John felt everything. Using his powers was akin to climaxing, and the aftermath was always viewed in a state of bliss, no matter how many people suffered. It was the reason he woke, and half of his dreams were fire. “I’m fine,” he lied, not quite meeting Berto’s gaze. “You still playing hero?”

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XAVIER SAMUEL PHOTOGRAPHED IN 2011.

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🔥St. John Allerdyce🔥

( xavier samuel. 28. he/him. cis male. ) are you a VILLAIN? something tells me that discarded matches littering the floor, the smell of smoke lingering in your hair, and pure hedonism make you who you are, ST. JOHN ALLERDYCE. with the powers of FIRE MANIPULATION, you’re sure to have an ambitious, stubborn personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE by BILLY JOEL on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( paige. 29. she/her. EST. )

Character name: St. John Allerdyce

Age: 28

Faceclaim: Xavier Samuel 

Voiceclaim: Xavier Samuel

Skill set: Fire manipulation, heat/fire invulnerability, 

Affiliations: X-Men, Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, NYC Fire Department, Marauders, Freedom Force

Family: None on record, but he considers quite a few of the “less righteous” X-Men to be family, and most other mutants. 

Zodiac: Aries

Wiki link: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/St._John_Allerdyce_(Earth-616) but the canon I’ll be more closely following is: https://xmenmovies.fandom.com/wiki/Pyro

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Was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed? ( if your character is a dc muse:  what were they doing when they passed through the portal? )

It seemed to John that all of his allies had blipped away, though that wasn’t true in the slightest. Perhaps he was just scared of who remained, and therefore chose instead to hide out as a human, both creating fires and fighting them, as NYC’s newest and most enthusiastic Firefighter. That way he could play at being a hero, while being appreciated, but also let loose and destroy. If only Professor X had understood what he needed, maybe he wouldn’t have left…

where are they living? are they living with anyone? 

He lives alone in a tiny, shitty apartment close to the station. Just don’t ask why he’s got 1000 candles, or why the smoke detectors are all missing.

why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with? 

The X-Men never appreciated what he was capable of, and upon meeting Magneto, Mystique, and a few of the others, John finally felt surrounded by like minds. Even though he’s looked down upon by some, he enjoys the freedom to be himself. To feel the delicious heat of his flames as they consume something or someone.

who are their major friends, allies, and foes?

John doesn’t make friends easily. Though there are some that may believe themselves to be his friends, John wouldn’t agree. He has many allies though. He’ll change almost everything about himself to fit a situation, if he believes he can gain something from those around him. Is it manipulative? Absolutely. Has it kept him alive far past when he should have been flattened by a far more powerful mutant? Also yes. And foes? John is impatient and stubborn and sometimes finds it difficult to hide his feelings about a person. This has made him the most random and varied of enemies. He is also personally against anyone who dislikes or distrusts mutants. 

whose hands do they believe the country should be in? 

“How the fuck should I know?” When it comes down to it, he’ll side with the winner to save himself, and otherwise stay out of any sort of politics

what’s their current mental state at? their physical state? 

Mental state? He has several severe psychological issues that are not being treated. A few of which are getting worse. Physically, he is in excellent shape.