FIyRE

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FIyRe is an (almost) insane chiseled man with a thirst for well, anything. Here i tell you the story of when i used to be sane....We both live in the same body now.
==Our backstory....==
We used to be sane, if you call minor schizophrenia sane, then, we were sane. We'd always knock around, cause trouble and general mischeif like a normal suburbian kid. Hehe, we'd even got ourselfs a tough looking gang. Life was great, can't complain, mid-wealth parents, healthy upbringing, what more could you want? It all went south when the Sackers came, horrible horrible bandits who came to tear everything apart..They burnt everything. Houses, Shops, money...men...women...children....We where the only ones who escaped, harmed of course. A large black burn across the left side of our face like we had to clean the fireplace or something. It was only until uncle Jint was scheduled to visit we were found. He patched us up, took us home. He took us home for miles, for days. He gave us training, remedies, chants, weapons the whole lot a veangful warrior needed. Nobody deserved what happend to us, but then again, that don't make us special. Alot of things happen to people who don't deserve them. And then, that one fateful day we can't forget....He gave me the mask. That white and yellow mask and it drove the other one inside me mad. Very mad. He came out, tore me apart. And he made me the voice in the head. That horrible schizophrenic voice, free, roaming, alive. Now i was the schizophrenia. We were insane. Uncle Jint had to cast me out and we were left to roam, with only an axe and a heavy lust for blood to our name. We roamed, and roamed. My voice was the only thing keeping him from killing the innocent. That don't mean that he can't scare 'em, though. It was only until I could break free that we where sane, or atleast, partly sane. I could talk again. It took so long, so many people, so much killing. And that, is us.
==The weapons he and i bear.==
Buzz Axe - A large axe but without the axe head. The axe head is instead replaced with a toothed buzz saw.
==The insanity we share==
Rampage - He goes mad, he bulls out his axe and he kills, and kills and kills until he feels like stopping. It can't be stopped, can't be remedied, can't be broken. He's gone when he's in this state. It's like baking a cake, once you've done it, you can't go back until you smash the crap out of that cake...
==WhY DO u GeTto do THE TyPingggg==
THE BONES WE STRIP OF THE MARROW, THE FLESH WE STRIP OF THE BONES,THE WOUNDS WE DRESS IN SALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLT - FIyRE. Damnit, Fiyre, i didn't know you could type..- That part of you that keeps you sane.