I guess I should post one as well 
*I had originally intended to refrain from referring to the Pyro as a male for female because it is often debated, but I decided to just go ahead and make it a male for ease of RP. This also came out a little darker than I wanted...but it hopefully gives you all a sense of my writing style*
scratch...scratch...scratch, FWOOSH!
The child grinned as the match burned before his eyes. It burned slowly, working it's way down to his fingers. The boy dropped the match stick and let it fall into the pile of burnt sticks at his feet. The sweet aroma of smoke and burnt matches permeated the air. He drew in a deep breath and felt for another match, reaching with his small hands into the match box, and pulled out one last match.
scratch...scratch...scratch, FWOOSH!
Again, the brilliant flame of the match illuminated his gaze. But it was extinguished by a short gust of wind just as quickly as it had been struck into life. The boy sighed and turned the matchbox upside down, shaking it and hoping for just one more match. When nothing fell out he shrugged and dropped the box on the ground in disappointment.
A voice shouted from downstairs, it was his mother calling for him to come for supper. He quickly forgot about his disappointment and ran down the stairs. The smell of smoke still lingered as he strolled into the kitchen. His mother was sitting at the table when suddenly she caught the scent of smoke. She stood and went to the stairwell. A mixture of fear and anger flashed across her face as she saw the wisp of smoke slowly roll down the stairs. She gasped and grabbed her sons hand. She quickly ran towards the front door and carried him outside frantically.
The boy seemed confused by his mother's behavior. He asked her what was wrong, she only replied with a few words of comfort. Suddenly, a loud pop resounded and the familiar scent of fire and smoke washed across them. The boy giggled, as his mother put him down on the sidewalk. He turned towards his mother, she told him to stay put. The woman looked back towards the house in terror, an expression as though she had forgotten something important formed and she quickly ran back towards small house.
The child was confused and started to follow. His mother disappeared through the smokey doorway ahead of him. A group of neighbors began to gather outside as flames burst from the windows of the small cottage. A moment later he was scooped up by a large man, the child recoiled as he saw the firefighter's frightening mask. The fire raged before them and more firefighters ran towards the house, frantically trying to douse the flames. The boy tried and failed to break free of the firefighter's grasp, yelling for his mother. He looked back towards the smokey doorway to the house and saw only the glow of embers...
BOOM!
The Pyro suddenly snapped out of is day dream as an enemy rocket exploded behind him. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The RED soldier who had shot at him turned to fire again, but it was too late. The Pyro let loose with his flamethrower, covering the enemy soldier in a shower of fire. The man let out a scream and collapsed to the ground smoking and charred. The Pyro grinned beneath his mask and let out a muffled shout of joy as he looked for his next victim.
*I had originally intended to refrain from referring to the Pyro as a male for female because it is often debated, but I decided to just go ahead and make it a male for ease of RP. This also came out a little darker than I wanted...but it hopefully gives you all a sense of my writing style*
scratch...scratch...scratch, FWOOSH!
The child grinned as the match burned before his eyes. It burned slowly, working it's way down to his fingers. The boy dropped the match stick and let it fall into the pile of burnt sticks at his feet. The sweet aroma of smoke and burnt matches permeated the air. He drew in a deep breath and felt for another match, reaching with his small hands into the match box, and pulled out one last match.
scratch...scratch...scratch, FWOOSH!
Again, the brilliant flame of the match illuminated his gaze. But it was extinguished by a short gust of wind just as quickly as it had been struck into life. The boy sighed and turned the matchbox upside down, shaking it and hoping for just one more match. When nothing fell out he shrugged and dropped the box on the ground in disappointment.
A voice shouted from downstairs, it was his mother calling for him to come for supper. He quickly forgot about his disappointment and ran down the stairs. The smell of smoke still lingered as he strolled into the kitchen. His mother was sitting at the table when suddenly she caught the scent of smoke. She stood and went to the stairwell. A mixture of fear and anger flashed across her face as she saw the wisp of smoke slowly roll down the stairs. She gasped and grabbed her sons hand. She quickly ran towards the front door and carried him outside frantically.
The boy seemed confused by his mother's behavior. He asked her what was wrong, she only replied with a few words of comfort. Suddenly, a loud pop resounded and the familiar scent of fire and smoke washed across them. The boy giggled, as his mother put him down on the sidewalk. He turned towards his mother, she told him to stay put. The woman looked back towards the house in terror, an expression as though she had forgotten something important formed and she quickly ran back towards small house.
The child was confused and started to follow. His mother disappeared through the smokey doorway ahead of him. A group of neighbors began to gather outside as flames burst from the windows of the small cottage. A moment later he was scooped up by a large man, the child recoiled as he saw the firefighter's frightening mask. The fire raged before them and more firefighters ran towards the house, frantically trying to douse the flames. The boy tried and failed to break free of the firefighter's grasp, yelling for his mother. He looked back towards the smokey doorway to the house and saw only the glow of embers...
BOOM!
The Pyro suddenly snapped out of is day dream as an enemy rocket exploded behind him. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The RED soldier who had shot at him turned to fire again, but it was too late. The Pyro let loose with his flamethrower, covering the enemy soldier in a shower of fire. The man let out a scream and collapsed to the ground smoking and charred. The Pyro grinned beneath his mask and let out a muffled shout of joy as he looked for his next victim.
