Mick Rory does not believe in mistletoe, definitely doesn't kiss on command, and recognizes pretty damn quick that the compulsion to act against instinct isn't his.
Which is why two of the cameras have ended up smashed, one boom mic set on fire with his newly-acquired pyrokinesis, and he's now holding the executive producer up by the front of his coat with one hand. Fire dances in Mick's free palm, which he raises until it's hovering dangerously close to the producer's cheek. ]
Bad idea, messing with people like that. Should give you a lesson that lasts.
|| Maurtia Falls ||
[ Mick is all about the chaos.
And all about trying not to feel homesick while this guy blasts ice and snow everywhere and endless versions of him loot the stores. The ice is Leonard's shtick.
It's hard to tell whether or not he's on the side of the angels. Yeah, he's taken out a few of the Klones, broken some noses, laid some of them out flat. Set some of their polyester costumes on fire. But he's also setting fire to decorations and helping himself to cash from the tills of the stores being looted.
Mick Rory's DnD alignment is Chaotic Chaotic and he's living his best life. ]
|| Wildcard ||
[ Mick has found himself a little bench in a park in one of the cities, playing with his pyrokinesis. Summoning little balls of flame, rolling them across his palms. He's not sure how he feels yet about being fireproof himself. He can touch fire now, be part of it, in theory. But fire consumes. That's what it does. It destroys or clarifies.
He can touch fire now. But he can't be part of it. Not without the burns.
So there's a weirdo on a bench in the middle of a park holding a palmful of fire at eye-level and staring into it like someone might look at their significant other.
Maybe he'll heat up your lukewarm cocoa for you. ]
|| Network ||
why do u people work for the goons who brought us here ?
Mick Rory / Heat Wave || Legends of Tomorrow
[ The camera crew has made a Terrible Mistake.
Mick Rory does not believe in mistletoe, definitely doesn't kiss on command, and recognizes pretty damn quick that the compulsion to act against instinct isn't his.
Which is why two of the cameras have ended up smashed, one boom mic set on fire with his newly-acquired pyrokinesis, and he's now holding the executive producer up by the front of his coat with one hand. Fire dances in Mick's free palm, which he raises until it's hovering dangerously close to the producer's cheek. ]
Bad idea, messing with people like that. Should give you a lesson that lasts.
|| Maurtia Falls ||
[ Mick is all about the chaos.
And all about trying not to feel homesick while this guy blasts ice and snow everywhere and endless versions of him loot the stores. The ice is Leonard's shtick.
It's hard to tell whether or not he's on the side of the angels. Yeah, he's taken out a few of the Klones, broken some noses, laid some of them out flat. Set some of their polyester costumes on fire. But he's also setting fire to decorations and helping himself to cash from the tills of the stores being looted.
Mick Rory's DnD alignment is Chaotic Chaotic and he's living his best life. ]
|| Wildcard ||
[ Mick has found himself a little bench in a park in one of the cities, playing with his pyrokinesis. Summoning little balls of flame, rolling them across his palms. He's not sure how he feels yet about being fireproof himself. He can touch fire now, be part of it, in theory. But fire consumes. That's what it does. It destroys or clarifies.
He can touch fire now. But he can't be part of it. Not without the burns.
So there's a weirdo on a bench in the middle of a park holding a palmful of fire at eye-level and staring into it like someone might look at their significant other.
Maybe he'll heat up your lukewarm cocoa for you. ]
|| Network ||
why do u people work for the goons who brought us here ?