Dragons. Magnificent, winged, frie breathing behemoths. Driven to the point of extinction by a race that feared and despised them, the last of this mystical race uses its magic to choose a champion. Four beasts remain. The last dragon is among them. Its champion - the human known for his bravery, courage, and hot temper - was gifted with mighty fire powers. Using these powers, he is Hothead, the Dragon Knight!
Consider a human male. He's like any other. Striving to be the best he can. If he has a flaw, its his temper. A gym, the lights dark. A single light shines on the punching bag as it creaks back and forth on a slightly rusty chain. A fist flies out of the darkness surrounding it and strikes the bag. A loud, almost mournful screeching sound as the chain protests its treatment. Two fists fly out of the dark. Thumpthump! The punch bag swings around, a leg powerfully striking it. A disturbance of the light as a shoulder is seen, a rolling motion as if to confuse an enemy. From the new direction, the effort to pound the equipment into submission is redoubled. Slowly shuffling sounds are heard below the power of the man striking the bag again and again as the angle slowly changes. A slight pause and a whisper of air as the unknown assailant dodges imaginary blows, before commencing his vicious assault. The creaking of the chain halts for a second before it snaps, the bag swinging more freely, and savaged by a high roundhouse kick. The assault stops and a deep panting sound is heard. The lights snap on, and the fighter stands. He turns, and sees nothing. A voice rumbles in his head. "You...are brave and courageous."
Derek Reeves went rigid with shock, then slowly looked around. There was no one here. "You are wondering where I am Derek? The question is not where, but what."
The accomplished fighter's body fell limply to the wooden floor, as in his mind he was rushing over mountain ranges and through clouds. Suddenly he dove through a hole in the ground into a dark cavern. A coiling mass of dark red scales sat before him. Scanning up, he stared into the beast's eyes, two points of yellow set in the almost black face. "I am the last of the Dragons."
The thing said, Derek's mind burning from the telepathic connection. "And you are my Champion."
Derek gulped. "What?"
The dragon fired a stream of flame from its mouth, enveloping the fighter, and he fell to the ground as he felt the heat endlessly pouring itself upon him. After a moment, the powerful stream of flame ended, and Derek forced himself up onto his knees, and crawled to the deep pool at one edge of the cave. He stared into the deep water, that allowed him to stare back at his scarred face. He whipped around in anger, on his feet now. "What did you do?"
He yelled, a few flames coming from his mouth. "You can now control flame, bend it to your will, and there is a link between my mind and your mind. Go forth from this place and make people believe in the glory of the Dragon!"
With a powerful roar from the Dragons lungs, Derek jerked upwards into a sitting position on the floor of his gym. Was it a dream? A hallucination?
He stared around. The gym looked the same, apart from...Upon the wall sat a mysterious sword rack. It held a single blade. Stylised like a dragon, it held the sword with a claw near the tip, and a claw below the hilt.
The blade of Dragon Champion in holder.
He walked to it and seized the handle, drawing it with a metallic ring. A burning sensation flared in his head. "This is the blade of the Dragon Champion. You are a master with it. It is in your fiery blood."
Derek had never used a sword in his life. And yet he spun it expertly, swiping the air a number of times. His muscles seemed to twirl the sword for him. "This sword was forged with my breath. It shall never be broken."
He slid the sword back into its place.
He closed his fists and they set alight. "I guess I don't have a choice. This world will be purified in fire!"
Powers Blazing Bolts
: The ability to project blazing
bolts, destructive, incinerating long-range beams of fire from any part
of one's body at will (They could be able to blow reinforced, solid
titanium walls without effort). Burning
: The ability to burn, scald, singe, scorch, vaporize, evaporate, and incinerate virtually any being or object by touch. Fire Absorption
: The character can absorb any amount of flame into his/her body harmlessly. Fire Breath
: A character can project his/her fire from his/her mouth by breathing and exhaling at will, like a dragon. Fire Extinguishing
: The character can extinguish any fire in his vicinity mentally. Fire Projectiles
: The ability to make constructs out of flame (fireballs being the most
common) and hurl them at opponents. Also includes shooting a steady
stream of fire from the hands. Fiery Projections
: The ability to generate, project, and create virtually any shapes,
objects, constructs, weapons, and even beings composed of fire from any
point on one's body. Firestorm
: The ability to summon a firestorm that can cover great distances, from an acre to over a fifty thousand-mile radius. Flight
: A character's body and plasma could possess a high hydrogen content,
and could be surrounded by an exuded cloud of mono-atomic hydrogen
atoms. This hot cloud could provides sufficient positive buoyancy for
him/her to float. With mental stimulation of his/her flame, he/she could
provide enough lift to carry an undetermined amount of weight that
could be greater than one could normally carry. By forming a jet from
his/her feet, directed behind him/her, one could achieve supersonic
speeds of up to at least 300 miles per hour. Pyrokinesis
: The ability to telekinetically control and manipulate any fire or
flame, even ones one did not manufacture, and utilize them in any way
imaginable. One could possess complete and precise control over their
shape, size, intensity, density, temperature, and even color. He/she
could alter its size and intensity from a mere candlestick flame, to an
immeasurable inferno. He/she could telekinetically manipulate any fire
or flame to do whatever he/she desires. Spontaneous Combustion
: The ability to spontaneously combust and/or engulf any portion of or
all of oneself in fiery plamsa without harm to oneself whatsoever. Welding and Fusing
: One can control his flame to perform the most delicate welding jobs.
He/she can fuse craters, holes, or openings in walls, floors, ceilings,
or the ground.
Weaknesses Extreme cold:
In extremely cold conditions, one finds it near or completely impossible to create or maintain a good amount of fire. The fire breath power can be reduced to simply spitting hot embers from ones mouth.