Adin Pyrrhos Zentradd

Adin was a normal child.  Born to a family of average standing and income in an average city, he came into the world in an average way.  Born in a hospital.  He attended school just like any other kids, and he had friends, just like other kids.

But there was one fateful day that changed his life, drastically.  He was returning home with his parents.  He was about fourteen or so.  But his happy little life came to an abrubt end in a matter of seconds.  Thugs, looking to make some extra money, jumped him and his parents.  His mother, fearing for her child sent off Adin while his father fought as hard as he could.

They did not survive, but Adin did.  He had run off and hidden, and hidden well.  He could see them as they looted his parents of everything they owned.

Most children would have broken down and cried.  But Adin, despite his upbringing, did no such thing.  He didn't even call the police.  No, this child swore on his life that he would personally take the lives of these men.

And as such, he took up an unsavory line of work.  Assasination and mercenary work.  He couldn't do it alone though, and he knew it, so he apprenticed under someone for a few years.  That man eventualy turned on him though, so Adin killed the man.  By that time, he was able to.  He was still fairly new to the business, but that didn't mean he wasn't well-suited to it.  He had long since developed the coolness and calousness needed to be able to kill in cold blood at that point.

Once his former teacher was dead, he claimed his belongings as his own.  A few weapons, and a poorly-made ship for interstelar travel.  They were his now.

Fast forward a few years.  He has long since dropped Adin as the name to call him by.  He uses his middle name, Pyrrhos.  He has aquired far better gear, some as payment, some he built himself.  Some he stole, some he looted.  Some he payed for.  He has a strange reputation as being ruthless, cold, and cruel.  But at the same time, he never kills without a reason.  Or even fights without one, for that matter.

He's also aquired the nickname 'Crimson Phoenix' because of the nature of the weaponry he has a prefernce for.  Most of his weapons involve using superheated plasma, but it's his ship and armor that gave him the name.

His armor can fire miniature jets from the back, the front, and his upper arms to allow for very fast three dimensional movement.  On top of that, if he activates a certain protocol in the armor, it opens panels up on the back, and fire erups from vents there.  Why?  It's trying to keep cool.  What his armor is doing is running in overdrive, allowing him to hit harder, move faster, and boost farther and faster.  The wings of fire are just a by-product of the venting.

His ship on the other hand, makes use of it's fire.  If he enables it, his ship's core and engines also overclock themselves, and, again, vents open.  However, these vents are on specific parts of the hull, so that when the fire does begin to vent, it coats the ship in flames.  These flames are so intense that the ship's shielding will only last a few minutes at best, and the fire can burn through anything that the ship is about to make contact with.  This makes it seem as if it's 'cutting' through it's opposition.

However, despite his reputation, he has one major requirement to be hired.  The first, his targets must have commited crimes worthy of being killed over.  Anything less, and he will not accept the contract.

Even to this day, he still looks for the men who killed his parents.  The fire of revenge burns brightly in the young man, who is no older than 21.  And he will not stop untill the men who wronged him have paid with their lives.  Even then, he may not stop, such is the strength of the young mercenary's will to fight.