When in fire-form, if Bian comes into contact with water, or other
fire-retardant material, she immediately returns to her human form,
regardless of where she is, she could fall from a great height because
of this. She also needs to wear fire-proof clothing that are made
of unstable molecules that change with her when she becomes living fire.
Any other clothes would burn with this form.
Ice does double damage to Bian, but her body temperature is normal
otherwise.
Bian has a very high metabolism, she must eat every two hours
or otherwise she will start to show starvation symptoms. She must
binge on food before sleep
"My personality? I'm spunky and bright! I'm friendly and
loyal, but I ain't no puppy dog! My temper is quick, and I can
hold grudges, but usually I'm a good shoulder to cry on and a good
confidante. I am a little awkward in social situations, as I
haven't had many. I try to be as friendly as possible, but
sometimes I can over-compensate."
A person might think I had a strange childhood. I may have to
disagree, but it was what I was used to.
My parents owned a little Chinese restaurant by the name of Lee's.
I know, real creative. They were visited by these really
nice people from a research lab that studied genetics and mutations.
Being a family restaurant, I was there. . . a lot. That place
was daycare to me.
After a bad review by this stuffy food critic I accidentally
spilled duck sauce on, my parents were a little strapped for cash.
When those nice lab people found out that my parents might close their
favorite restaurant, they suggested a program for children where they
would pay my parents. I think they held a grudge and blamed me
for their hurt financial situation, so without even hearing much about
it, I was shipped off at the age of 10.
Now, it would be a lie if I said it was fun. This "research"
hurt, a lot. And there were a lot of stupid tests and all this
combat training. Yeah, that's normal, a kid learning Tae Kwan
Do, and Kickboxing. Fun. I got a really good
education, but I had zero play time and no friends.
A couple years later, when they were about to give up, they had a
breakthrough, and by breakthrough, I mean wicked bad traumatic
experience for me. I was brought out for a "fun day" when the
restaurant my research friends ("torturers") and I ("torturee") were
at was attacked by these wicked stupid criminals. There was
gunfire, I completely wigged...and BOOM! Fire.
Everywhere. And where was little ol' me? I was
the fire.
So six years after my entry into the "program" and four years after
my "breakthrough" I was sent to New Beginnings to help learn control,
also because I accidentally burned down the lab. "Oops!"
No one was hurt, thank God.
Well I'm trying to find this "normal" thing everyone talks about,
and hopefully I make a few friends along the way.
Acts like an air-head, but really that is an act.
Likes bubble gum, a lot, she smacks it and pops it a lot.