Ever since I was a child I have loved fire, obsessed over it. Fire is warm and inviting as long as you keep your distance but get to close and it burns. It dances with grace and destroys with speed. Its unpredictable, it doesn't feel or worry it just consumes everything it touches. It's the perfect killer yet man has tamed it. Contained it down to a little red box. I grew up normal. I lived in a middle class house in Mississauga, Ontario. My parents were nice maybe a little distant at times. My brother was a brat but who's wasn't. I lit the kitchen on fire when I was 10. I saw a nice lady in a clean room. She asked to many questions. They said I would grow out of my love for fire. She was wrong I still love it so many years later. After high school I went to YORK to study History. In my first year I took a trip to chernarus to study the castles. I got engaged. Then well you know the rest.