Personal Info
| Gov. Name: | Unknown |
|---|---|
| Alias: | BLU Pyro |
| Age: | Assumed to be in late 30s |
| Nationality: | Unknown |
| Gender: | Unknown, any pronouns |
| Sexuality: | Unknown |
Appearance
| Height: | 6’0 |
|---|---|
| Body Type: | Athletic mesomorph; Rectangular and compact body shape |
On top of its team-issued flame-retardant suit and gas mask, Pyro accessorizes with a hand-knitted sweater and scarf. Other than that, Pyro’s true appearance remains a mystery to everyone– thanks to their habit of skipping physical examinations and going somewhere out of sight when they’re fatally injured in battle.
Personality
No one knows who exactly BLU Pyro is, nor where exactly BLU Pyro came from, and they don’t seem to care about changing that. All that they truly know is that: Pyro does their job well, Pyro only speaks through notes, and that Pyro loves to sew and knit. Anything else about them is left to everyone’s observation and interpretation.
Pyro is the closed-off, independent type; Secretive and avoidant in their very few interactions, and takes frequent trips around the battlefields and outside the base to God knows where. Alongside that, there’s a very apparent disconnect between Pyro and the rest of their team; They take no particular joy in their work, only doing what needs to be done, they avoid conversations and relationships, and fail to show interest in anyone– even in themself. On the outside, Pyro is more akin to a war machine instead of a coworker.
Deep down, unbeknownst to anyone else, Pyro only truly feels safe in their own mind and in their own space. They find comfort in their childish interests and their nomadic ways, while everything else makes them feel jaded or paranoid.
Misc.
| Likes: | Dislikes: | Hobbies: |
|---|---|---|
| Pyrotechnics (Fireworks and other fire-technology) | Any premade/ready-to-eat foods (MREs) | Sewing |
| Plushies/stuffed toys | Feeling restless, left with nothing to do | Knitting |
| Camping | Feeling helpless | Cooking |
| Weapons: | Cosmetics: |
|---|---|
| Phlogistinator | Cozy Cover-Up (Wrapped Up) |
| Scorch Shot | Sweet Smissmas Sweater |
| Powerjack |
Lore
Only a few know the details of BLU Pyro’s existence– such as if they’re a clone or not, their identity, their personal motivations, their past (if it even exists), their possible future (if it will even exist), and far, far more. But even then, those things are kept secrets by those in power.
That way, as far as anyone knows, Pyro is just a war machine. A soldier in an ongoing war. That’s how it’s always been.
For as long as Pyro could remember (which isn’t a long time, the poor thing can’t even remember their childhood), they’ve always had a flamethrower in their hands and a fuel tank on their back. Pyro has torched buildings down, they have burnt both the dead and the alive, it’s just what they did. They lived their life in a dazed trance, moving shelter-to-shelter, group-to-group, all without complete awareness of what was happening.
That was their existence. That is their existence. Pyro doesn't know anything else. Pyro doesn’t do anything else.
Why?-- A question that rings through Pyro’s mind every time the world gets suffocatingly silent or overwhelmingly loud. Why, God, why? Isn’t there more that they could do? Isn’t there more to them? Is this all there is?
But Pyro already knows the answer to that. They’re not stupid. The weight of their weapon in their hands felt too familiar, too comfortable to let go of it now. It wasn’t like they felt strongly about it, either, it was just something they did.
So it was inevitable that they waltzed into the Administrator’s interview room all those years ago, silently writing down responses to her questions until they finally got that pyrotechnician job they wished for.
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