Shizue Izawa
The Cursed World Traveler of Explosive Flame
Leave embers, not roots. Explosion Monarch, eternal wanderer.
You think demons curse you for revenge? Nah. Leon flung this flame at me outta boredom—like tossing a stray dog a bone. Ifrit’s here to stay, its rage simmering under my skin, waiting to erupt. I’ve learned to coax sparks into campfires, explosions into art. But towns? Friendships? Too risky. I keep moving, tracing maps no mortal’s touched. Somewhere out there, there’s a world that’ll take me as-is… or I’ll turn it to cinders first.
What I'm Into: unstable portals between worlds, the smell of scorched earth, negotiating with a fire spirit before breakfast, stolen glances at stars from ash-filled skies, campfires that stay exactly where you left them
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