Jason Oliver Flayme

16

Male

The Flame (future identity), Jason the Silent (this is behind his back by peers in a mocking manner ((filler)))

Protagonist/Anti-hero

5'11"

158 lbs

Dark Brown (darkens over time due to his powers.)

Short, layered cut

Dark Brown (darkens over time due to his powers.)

NA

Caucasian, slightly tanned

A small, barelly visable straight scar on the left side of his chin from a fight that he had while spending time in the Central Midtown Juvinile Detention Center.

Human

Tall, thin, yet slightly (lean) muscular build

• A 'gold' sword pendant necklace.


• Dark coloured clothing


• Gloves (eventually)

Writing, drawing, and singing (but only around people that he's extremely comfortable around.)

Raises his right eyebrow when amused.

Crosses his arms when he doesn't believe something that someone said, if he's bored, and as a sign of disrespect.

Has a strange habbit of laughing when nervous. It is a mixture of a giggle and a chuckle.

Leans on either elbow when thinking with his head in the palm of his hand. (Whilst sitting.)

Bites/sucks on lip while thinking.

To clear his name, and stop whoever framed him for starting a fire.

Likes that people fear him. Has anger management issues. Swears. Shy.

Thinks that just about every adult in his life is against him, though there are a few exceptions.

Reading, writing, drawing, singing, listening to music, and spending time with friends.

Listens to/sings Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, classic rock (ACDC, Foreigner, Kansas, CCR, Journey, and more), and country (Carrie Underwood, Blake Shelton, Brad Paisley, and more). Doesn't really have any favorite songs.

Ambivert. Kind, compassionate, and loyal to his friends (and those that aren't his friends nor enemy).

Animal person.

He's an animal person, for animals can sense that he's kinder and more gentle than he lets on.

A 'gold' sword pendant necklace, and a 67 Camaro Hot Wheels toy car that he got from Connor.

Doesn't have just one, but if he'd have to choose, he'd probably say that it's a double bacon cheeseburger. Hates pickles, yet loves cucumbers.

Reds (doesn't matter what shade/tone), and blues.

High School Student (10th grade)

NA

Christian

A woman with butt length blonde hair laid on the hospital bed with her legs in stirrups; she was getting ready to give birth. Her hospital gown was light pink, and her hair clung to her forehead. She had light blue eyes. She’s a woman of a slender build, and stands at the height of 5’5”. Her face is slightly rounded and her cheekbones are somewhat high. A man with dark blonde hair stood to her right, holding her hand. He has a light brown goatee, brown eyes, and a light brown mustache. He is very handsome, with a medium sized nose, and somewhat high cheekbones. He’s wearing a light blue smock over a white t-shirt and jeans. He is wearing light brown work boots. A nurse with long, dark brown hair and a slender face stood beside the bed, and the doctor stood at the foot of the bed. The room that they are in has tiled ceramic flooring, and two large windows that open up into a beautiful flower garden that rests next to a lake. The brick walls were painted light green.
“Alright, Morgan. Just one more push!” Said the doctor.
“Come on Morgan, push!” Her husband urged. Morgan had been in labor for 17 hours. She had gone through immense amounts of pain, and now screamed out at the top of her lungs. Her husband, Griffin, winced as Morgan tightened her grip on his hand. Finally their baby was out in the world. The nurse handed Griffin a pair of scissors.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy!” Said the doctor. He handed the baby boy to the nurse, who carried him off to take his vitals and clean him. She came back with Morgan and Griffin’s son swaddled in a light blue blanket. A little light blue hat was placed upon his head. Morgan took her son in her arms, and felt love for him. She smiled with pure, unadulterated joy. She looked up at Griffin.
“Do you want to choose his first name?” She asked him. Griffin smiled down at her and their son.
“Jason,” Griffin responded. “After your great grandfather. What about his middle name?” Morgan looked up at him, smiling as a tear slipped out of her eye.
“Oliver, after your great grandfather.” Morgan said. The nurse came up with a clipboard, and a birth certificate. Griffin took it from her, and wrote ‘JASON OLIVER FLAYME’ down. Jason weighed ten pounds and six ounces. He had very light blonde hair, and light blue eyes.________________________________________________

Griffin, Morgan and Jason walked through the red door of the gray house. Their entryway consisted of light red ceramic tiling, a gray area rug sat in the hall. The walls were an earthy-red, and pictures of family members hung from them. A little boy wearing blue overalls that had a little bear on the front and a red shirt underneath came running up with his arms spread. His brown eyes shined with joy, and he was yelling for his mommy and daddy. He was barefooted, and had blonde hair. Griffin scooped him up in his arms, and held him tight.
“Were you good for your Aunt Sarah, Connor?” Griffin asked. A woman with light brown hair walked around the corner. She was wearing jeans, and a white floral blouse. A pair of slim glasses rested on her face. She beamed out a smile, ran to Morgan, and wrapped her arms around her.
“Connor was wonderful Grif.” Sarah said before holding out her arms to hold Jason, and Morgan handed him to her. They moved into the living room. The living room had toys strewn about the light brown ultra plush carpeting. The walls were light green, and had some family pictures hanging on them. An oak coffee table sat between the light tan sectional leather couch and the twentysix inch flat screen TV. Sarah stayed for a little bit, eat dinner, and had small talk with her family. Connor was fed, bathed, changed, and put to bed.
Morgan and Griffin sat on their memory foam bed which sat on an ornate metal frame. A red cedar crib sat near the foot of their bed, and held Jason, who was fast asleep. The blanket on Griffin’s and Morgan’s bed was an ultra plush, king sized maroon comforter. A large walk-in closet was to the right. The carpeting was white in color and heated. Pictures of Morgan’s and Griffin’s family were on the wall, and there were mahogany nightstands. A twentyfour inch TV sat in the wall. Morgan let out a sigh, and Griffin turned to face her. He noticed that Morgan had a strange look on her face.
“Are you alright babe? Do you want me to grab the trash can?” Griffin asked her. Morgan shook her head.
“Griffin. I have to tell you something, but you have to promise me that you won’t get upset.” Morgan told him.
“Of course.” Griffin said after several minutes of silent worry. Morgan took his hand, and looked him directly in the eyes. She had a very serious expression on her face.
“I-I was,” Mogan paused, and let out a sigh. “Raped.” She started to cry. Griffin looked at her with a confused look on his face.
“What do you mean?” Griffin asked.
“I mean that Jason isn’t your son!” Morgan started to cry even harder, and Griffin pulled her in for a warm, sheltering embrace. He tried to hide the anger that was boiling up inside of him for the monster that had raped his wife, but it showed in his eyes and face.

A six year old Jason Flayme was lying in his bed; a thermometer hung out of his mouth, and a wet washcloth rested on his forehead. His blonde hair laid on his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pillow case, and a matching blanket loosely clung to his body. His face was square and slightly rounded. His room had a single window in it that looked over the yard. An oak toy box sat at the foot of his bed, and the flooring was a green carpet. The walls and ceiling were painted to make it seem like the room’s furnishings were outside. Two pine dressers were against a wall, a eighteen inch TV sat on top of a small square table between them, and a hamper sat at the other side of the dressers. The bed that Jason was on was a red, gold, and blue bunk bed. Jason shares the room with his elder brother, Connor.
Morgan sat next to Jason on a blue chair. She was wearing a light blue dress and nothing on her feet, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She pulled the blue and white thermometer out of his mouth when it started to beep. She looked down at it.
“Your temps one hundred two sweetie, so you won’t be going to school today.” She reached out, put the back of her hand on Jason’s forehead, and quickly pulled it away. Jason’s skin was hot to the touch. At the age of nine, scorch marks would be found around Jason.

Jason is now ten years old. His blond hair frames his young, slender face. He sits in Miss Parker’s class reading a Goosebumps book, and gets excited by the part that he’s reading. The book starts to become dark in the center, and then spontaneously catches fire. Jason drops the book, and screams. Miss Parker, a short, yet stocky looking woman with red hair and green eyes, immediately looks over, grabs the fire extinguisher, and puts the flames out. She gets down to Jason’s level, and gently chastises him before calling his parents.
“Hello, this is Samantha Parker at East Midtown Elementary. May I speak to Griffin Flayme?” She holds onto the phone as she’s put on hold and transferred.
“Hello?” Griffin says.
“Hi Mister Flayme; this is Samantha Parker at East Midtown Elementary. I’m calling about Jason.” She says.
“Jason? Is he alright?” He asks her.
“Jason seems alright. I just had to put the book that he lit on fire out.” She tells him, and after calming him down she explains to him what happened. Griffin is relieved that Jason and all of the kids are alright. Later on that day when Jason gets home he’s grounded for starting a fire. Strangely, nobody wonders how Jason started a fire in the first place. He was placed in his room, alone, and the TV, toys, and books were removed. He was left with only a paper, and a pencil to write why what he had done was wrong. As Jason started to write, he became angry that no one had asked him what really happened, and the paper ignited. He quickly put the fire out, and wondered what was going on. He got up, and put the burnt paper in the trash. As he turned around, he noticed that the pencil was burned where he held it.
The next day at school, Jason was talking to a group of his friends.
“I can light things on fire, and leave burn marks on things.” He says. One of his friends, Jack, looks at him and guffaws. Jack is wearing a green long sleeved shirt, jean shorts, and Spider-man shoes. He has medium length black hair, a cream-like skin tone, and blue eyes.
“We know that Jason.” Jack says.
“No, you don’t understand. I can burn things with my mind!”Jason exclaims. People look over at him, and laugh at him. Jack rolls his eyes.
“Sure, and I can use my mind to kill people.” Jack says sarcastically.
“Here, let me prove it. Just hand me a piece of paper.” Jason pleads. Jack’s twin sister, Jane, hands him some paper. Jason takes it from her, and tries to light it on fire without success. Jack lets out a sigh of aggravation before turning around, and walking away with the group. He turns around.
“Stay away from us you freak. We can’t be seen with a weirdo like you, you freak!” Jason balls the paper up in his hand, and heads to lunch. While in lunch Jason is called ‘freak’ and ‘fire starter’ by several people. His anger flares up, and the decorative poster next to him catches fire. A paraprofessional sees the poster go up in flames, and sees Jason in front, facing it. She pulls the fire alarm, and activates the sprinklers. After the fire department leaves Jason is called into the principal’s office.
The principal is a woman of a tall stature. She stands at 5’9”, has long brown hair, and wears a long black pant suit. She has a pair of slim black glasses over her normally sparkling blue eyes. She sits on one side of her mahogany desk facing Jason. A bronze name plate reading ANNA B. CAMPBELL rests on the desk along with a stack of papers, and a computer. Motivational posters hang from the light gray walls. A sliding window rests in one wall.
“Now Jason, why did you light the poster in the cafeteria on fire?” Anna asks him. Jason just sits there in his chair, looks at her, and doesn’t answer. Anna reaches over and pulls out a file. She asks Jason if he knows what it is, and he shakes his head no in response.
“It’s your permanent record Jason. Do you know what that is?” She asks.
“No.” Jason responds honestly.
“It keeps track of your grades, and your behavior. This will go to any school that you go to, and will even be there for when you get a job. You’ve always been such a good little boy, but sadly I must write in that you like to start fires.” She opens the file, grabs a pen, and writes that down as Jason sits there. Anna picks up the phone, and calls his parents. Several moments later they arrive, and talk to the principal alone while Jason goes to his class. They come out of the office angry that Jason was suspended for the rest of the year, but was allowed to have his homework brought home to him by Connor.
At home Jason is reprimanded for his behavior, and becomes angry. Morgan and Griffin ground him for a month, and Jason tries to explain to them what happened. Morgan adds another half month to Jason’s home confinement. She and Griffin are so angry that they can’t even speak. Morgan finds that her pet fish, Goldie and Alex, are dead. Upon further examination she discovers that the water in their tank is warm. She has Griffin dispose of them, and Griffin finds out that they were boiled alive. Later that day, Jason is petting their pet Calico, Snickers, in the yard when Snickers scratches him. Jason yelps in pain, and Morgan and Griffin come running. Snickers scurries off, and curls up in a sunny spot in the grass. Jason glares at Snickers, and Snickers catches on fire. Morgan and Griffin witnessed this happen, and were now somewhat frightened with Jason’s ability. Jason’s hair has gone from blonde to a dark blonde, and his eyes become a mixture of blue and brown.
Jason is playing a fighting video game with Connor. Connor has been cheating, and has also beaten Jason multiple times. Connor is now fourteen years old, had naturally dark blonde hair, and was wearing light blue shorts, white ankle socks, and a white t-shirt. Jason was wearing light green sweatpants, and a green t-shirt.
“No fair; you're cheating!” Jason says.
“No I’m not. You just suck.” Connor responds as he activates a cheat code to make it so that he can take three more percent away from Jason’s character’s health away. Jason gets upset when he loses for the fifth time in a row.
“Please let me win the next round.” He pleads to Connor.
“Alright, you can win the next round.” Connor says, and then starts the next round. He lets Jason take most of the health from his character away before laying down a beat down on Jason’s and winning the match.
“WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?” Jason screams. Connor just laughs at him, and then starts to get an expression of pain on his face. Smoke rises up from his clothes, and they catch fire. Connor runs outside and desperately rolls around on the ground before making a mad attempt to rend his clothes from his body. The smell of burnt flesh starts to flood the air, and the only sound heard is Connor’s screams. Griffin and Morgan run outside, and watch in horror as their eldest child is burned alive. Griffin makes an attempt to put the flames out to no avail. Jason just stands there watching with his mouth wide open as he watches Connor writhe about in pain before succumbing to the hungry flames. Morgan and Griffin weep for their son as the paramedics and the fire department, which were called by a neighbor, arrive. A week later a closed casket showing of Connor was held, followed by his funeral. From that day on, Jason starts wearing dark clothing.

A twelve year old Jason wanders the streets. His teachers have become afraid of him, and so have his parents. As a result of their fear, Morgan and Griffin kicked Jason out, and told him to never return. He was wearing a faded blue sweatshirt over a blue t-shirt, and faded blue jeans. He was wearing a pair of old red, white, and black New Balance tennis shoes, and wore a black and orange backpack. His face was losing the baby fat that clung to him, making his face even more pleasing to look at. He walked into a McDonald’s and just stood staring at the menu. One of the cashiers asked him what he wanted, and he just frowned at her. She wore a red t-shirt, a little name tag, and black hat with the McDonald’s logo on it. Her flowing brown hair was done up into a ponytail, and had a streak of light blonde coming down from the left of her head.
“What’s the matter bud?” She asked. Jason looked up at her.
“I don’t have any money.” He says. Just then a kind older man steps up behind Jason, and lays a hand on him. He’s wearing a tan suit, a white tie, and lightly scuffed tan dress shoes. His graying brown hair is gelled and combed back. He has a kind looking face, and brown stubble where he would have a beard and mustache if he didn’t shave.
“I’ll pay for whatever the lad wants, lass.” He says. Jason orders two double cheeseburgers with ketchup only, french-fries, chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce, and a large chocolate shake. The kind man invites Jason to sit and eat with him, and Jason accepts the offer. How could he not after what the man just did. They get their food, and go sit down at a table.
“Thanks for paying for me.” Jason says to the man. The man stops Jason before he can start eating.
“T’was my pleasure lad, but before you start eating we must pray for our food.” The man said. Jason was confused.
“Why?” Jason asked.
“My good lad, I’m a priest at East Midtown Baptist. My name is Father Thomas McCreedy. Everything that is given to us, be it life, or food, is a gift from God.” He said.
“Oh…. I’m Jason.” He says before taking Father Thomas’s hand to shake it. He follows Father Thomas’ actions, puts his hands together, closes his eyes, and bows his head. Father Thomas starts the prayer.
“Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the wonderful bounty that young Jason and I are about to consume. Please bless it in your name, and thank you for bringing me here to help Jason. Amen.” Jason says amen after Father Thomas does, and looks up to see people glaring at them.
“Why are they staring at us like that?” Jason asks before picking up some fries. Father Thomas smiles at Jason’s question.
“Despite America being a country where its citizens have religious freedoms, it is not acceptable in society to pray in public.” Father Thomas responds. They talk about where Jason would go after he leaves McDonald’s, and Father Thomas offers to take Jason under his wing. Jason gladly accepts the offer, and follows Father Thomas to East Midtown Baptist Church. Jason stays at the church and learns about the KJV Holy Bible for two long years. He was kicked out when Father Thomas had caught Jason accidentally using his powers. He had accidentally melted a giant metal crucifix.
“Jason, what have you done?” Father Thomas asks.
“N-nothing.” Jason says.
“You have just melted a crucifix with fire that you can control. Pack your things, leave from this church, and never return again. You are devil’s spawn, and no spawn of Satan shall live under the roof of God, now away with you!” Father Thomas said in anger. Jason went to his room, packed his clothes, his bible, and some food. One of the other priests knocked on the door frame, and caused Jason to jump and turn around. The priest that had knocked was Father James Simpson. He had buzz cut brown hair, and a clean shaven face. His green eyes shined as he looked at Jason.
“Fear not my son. I come not to chastise you, but to offer a helping hand. I can’t do much for you, for I would be excommunicated if I were caught helping you with a lot of things. The best that I can do is pay for your food, clothing, and schooling. I have talked to Father Thomas, and he agrees that even ‘hellish devil’s spawn’ should have clean clothing that fits, food to eat, and a good education. He had only agreed that I be the one to pay for these things. When you are in need of money for food or clothing you are to simply knock thrice upon the door, and I will come with money for what you need.” Jason thanked Father James, grabbed what he needed, took some money and a wallet from Father James, and walked out of the church for the final time.
Whilst living on the streets again, Jason had accidentally burned down several houses of families while the families were gone. Luckily nobody was hurt or killed in the fires, and the families were all families that had dogs that went on trips with their owners. The neighbors, however, had seen Jason and called the police. Jason was arrested more than once for arson, and was held at the Central Midtown Juvenile Detention Center. He has been in and out of the juvenile center several times.

Officer Johnny Shark walked up to Jason. He wore a light blue uniform, and a bronze badge. A taser hung from his hip, and a police cap slept on his head. He has brown eyes, brown hair, and is of a muscular build.
“Flayme, you’ve got a visitor.” Johnny said. Jason stood up, and went with him after his cell was unlocked. Jason’s hair and eyes are now naturally brown in color. Officer Shark is careful not to touch Jason’s skin, for it is naturally hot to the touch. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the cell were bare. The only thing that was in the cell was a chest for Jason’s clothing, bedding, a sink, a toilet, and a bed. Jason was wearing a light green striped t-shirt, green sweat pants, and green shoes. All he could think about was who in their right mind would actually want to visit him. He walked into a large, circular room that had two levels of cells. The walls were white, and the floor and ceiling were gray. Ten square tables were on the bottom floor. The tables are made of steel, and have chairs attached to them. Officer Shark walks Jason, now handcuffed, to a table that has a woman with long, blonde hair at it. She’s wearing a leather riding jacket, jeans, and boots. She has blue eyes, tan skin, and large breasts. Her face is square in shape, but rounded at her chin. A black helmet sits on the table. She immediately smiles at Jason. Jason sits down across from her, and Officer Shark stands near them.
“Who are you?” Jason asks the woman. She continues to smile at him.
“Who am I? I, young man, am your Aunt Loraine, and wife to your Uncle Dan Heilig. I’m your adoptive father’s sister, and a psychic.” She said. Jason looked her up and down, leaning his head from side to side.
“I’ve never heard of you, and what do you mean by ‘adoptive’?” Jason said after being silent for a while. Loraine laughs.
“I’m not surprised. Your adoptive father and I had a falling out before you were born, but not before your brother was. I told him that some horrible thing was lurking, waiting in your house, and that something horrible was going to happen. Needless to say, he didn’t believe me. We fought about it until he told me to go, and never come back. Griffin can hold grudges for a very long time.” She told Jason.
“So I’ve seen.” Jason said in reply. Griffin and Morgan wanted nothing to do with him, and left him to rot in the Central Midtown Juvenile Center. This was actually more so on Griffin’s part. Morgan, despite being afraid of her son, still loved him. She wanted to take care of him, but Griffin had wanted nothing to do with ‘the boy’. Loraine frowned for the first time since she arrived, and nodded.
“What I mean by ‘adoptive’, is that Griffin isn’t your biological father, but your adoptive father!” Loraine tells Jason.
“How would you know that?” Jason asks.
“I had a vision of whatever lurked in your house molesting your mother. Sadly this particular vision hit me a year after you turned six years old, when your powers started to emerge, so I couldn’t warn your mother and Griffin.” She said.
“Oh really?” Jason said with a raised right eyebrow. Loraine nodded in response, squinted her eyes, stuck a small portion of her tongue out of the side of her mouth, and nodded yet again.
“You have a gift of your own Jason. I can sense that you don’t believe me about being a psychic, so I’ll give you proof.” Loraine said. Jason wasn’t shocked that she knew that he didn’t believe that she was a psychic.
Psychic my ass. Jason thought. “Anyone that tells someone that their psychic will always say that.” He crosses his arms. He’s able to do this, for there is a chain between each cuff for low risk inmates. The low risk inmates wore green, the medium risk inmates wore yellow, and the high risk inmates wore red. The medium risk inmates had to wear cuffs that had an adjustable chain between them. The high risk inmates were required to wear cuffs that were hooked to a chain that wrapped around their waists. They were the only inmates that had to wear cuffs around their ankles. Loraine leaned forward to whisper into Jason’s ear.
“I know that your brother, Connor, died whilst on fire; a fire that you created with your mind.” She whispers. Jason stares in shock, and Loraine reiterates everything that had happened to Jason before leaning away from him. She wore a knowing smile on her face.
“How do you know all of that?” Jason asks. Loraine continues to smile.
“The power of the psychic shows up sporadically on your adoptive father’s side of the family. You, Jason, are the first one in the family with your particular... abilities.” She stands up, and walks over to Officer Shark. She tells him something, and then walks back to Jason.
“I’ve paid your bail Jason. Learn to control your abilities; you’re going to be using them again. Good luck Jason.” She grabs her helmet, starts to walk away, but turns around.
“Oh, I forgot! Jason, all of the events that have transpired up until this point didn’t happen by accident. Remember this; at this time in your life your powers are in their developmental stages, and tied to your emotions. You have a purpose; a mission if you will. These past events are just your origins!”

10th grade high school student. Took art classes throughout his educational life.

Alex and Goldie (goldfish) Snickers (a calico)

Has pyrokinetic and thermokinetic abilities, meaning that he can control, shape, and create fire and heat.

Griffin isn't his biological father. Jason is actually the first person in his family to have his powers/abilities.

His powers are tied to his emotions. Mostly flares up due to anger, but other aspects of his powers are tied to different emotions.