PCs:Kassha Firehart

A flighty sorcerer from Bachwood, Kassha Firehart has spent most of his adult life wandering in and out of trouble across southern M'chek. Quite adept with Transmutations, Kassha erratically follows his one consistent goal; to become a Master Transmutant. Although fickle, flighty, and as changing as the west wind there are several constants in Kassha's life that keep him fairly grounded; chief among these is the Red Order of the Flame.

Trouble at Home

Kassha was the seventh child born to Peri and Sala Firehart on a small farm near Bachwood. With four older sisters and two older brothers Kassha soon learned in order to get attention you had to stand out. Every now and then his hasty scheming for attention would back fire but his pearly whites usually got him out of trouble ... that is until Brianna Haggleshort. Brianna was with out a doubt the prettiest girl in the area; long red locks, deep blue eyes, and an ample bosom guaranteed she always got her way. An un-repentant flirt, Kassha soon obtained Brianna's attention with treats of candy, flowers, and sweet words; all of this right under the nose of Brianna's fiancee, or so he thought. The problem was Brianna's fiancee was quite aware of Kassha's flirtations. At first he ignored them, but when he caught Kassha and Brianna sneaking off to a barn he confronted them in a rage. The furious fiancee burst into the barn right at the height of Kassha and Brianna's passion; naked, a little drunk, and really confused Kassha did the first thing that came natural to him ... he cast color spray. The spell worked, dazing the suitor while simultaneously staining random objects random colors. Brianna burst into tears at the sight of her favorite dress stained a deep orange; Kassha on the other hand was pleased that the magical misfire saved him from a severe beating and used the precious seconds obtained to gather his clothes, make a naked dash from the barn, and take a slight pause to admire his hair in a rain barrel which was once raven black, and was now a deep luxurious purple. Hearing Brianna's sobbing and a furious fiancee bursting from a barn, Kassha cast his second spell and quickly decided on a vacation.

Fate, chance, or the gods occasionally bring Kassha back to Bachwood. And though there are several times he has risked life and limb for Bachwood, Kassha can't help but feeling like a failure two his parents. From time to time he'll stop and visit his parents, but these visits are usually seldom, brief, and always hasty. Whether it is Brianna, the furious fiancee, or some other consequence of his actions, something keeps Kassha away from Bachwood

The Umbrella of Chaos

Random chance played a large part in forming Kassha's second most consistent trait; his devotion and use of the Umbrella of Chaos. In an early attempt to impress the beautiful and stern Captain Pike, Kassha somehow managed to pick up skill with a wide variety of weapons and armor. Mimicking Captain Pike he first began devoting himself to the exclusive use of swords of an un-natural size. However after a fortuitous viewing of Marie's skill with a book and a fan, Kassha began to see the possibilities in being flexible and in doing the unexpected; After all, no one expects an umbrella in the eye. In an effort to mimic Marie, be un-expected, and fashionably conscious Kassha began his study in the art of the umbrella. Unfortunatlly, most umbrellas are not designed to smack against sand lizard scales, be shoved in bear maws, or crush beetle shells and in the process of perfecting the art of the umbrella, Kassha ended up destroying quite a few umbrellas. Still he persevered (which is un-usual for Kassha) and his efforts were rewarded by finding the Umbrella of Chaos. Seized from the lair of OldFrostyGritchesAlot, empowered by magic, and tempered by the heat of battle; Kassha has transformed this umbrella into something that is more than the sum of it's parts; slowly Kassha has found that the Umbrella of Chaos needs less enchanting as it slowly grows more and more powerful. While this would worry some, Kassha is pleased and a little elated that his umbrella has grown stronger by osmosis.

Forever as an Initiate

During his first year on his own Kassha found himself in Elysia. As far as he was concerned Elysia wasn't a bad place, although there were a few too many uptight people for his preference. Just as Kassha was giving up on Elysia and deciding maybe to move to Ferrell he met Bedlam. Kassha idolized Bedlam from day one. At Bedlam's urging Kassha began to focus more on his magic, be more creative, and began to think more of his future as a mage. Eventually Kassha decided on joining the Red Order of the Flame, and a few years after that he managed to enroll himself in the Academy of Mortal Magic, speak with several other mages to verify that the Red Order of the Flame was the place for him, and finally make that side trip to Ferrell. One of the happiest days of Kassha's life was the day Bedlam inducted Kassha into the Order as an initiate. But several years went by before Kassha finally finished his studies at the Academy of Mortal Magic and a half a year went by before Kassha managed to actually move from being an initiate to a Magus of the Red Order of the Flame.

More Recently

At the urging of Magus Flenken, Kassha begain considering joining the army. Some how, he still isn't quite sure, Kassha found himself in army brown. After a few minor patrols/skirmishes Kassha had a flash of (rare) insight that he probably won't be officer material; which suited him just fine as he finds it much easier and more fun disintegrating whomever his superiors deem necessary. When he isn't on patrol he is usually found wandering around his adopted city of Mikona. Until recently a malaise had settled on poor Kassha. He was his usual out-going bubbly self but there seemed to be a spark .... a passion that was missing from his actions. For too long his un-requited love had focused on the beautiful but stern Captain Pike and clouded his already poor judgment. Suddenly as if an answer from the gods Kassha met Petunia. After spending a wonderfully flexible night with Petunia Kassha woke the next morning with a note on his pillow, her scent in his nose, but more importantly the malaise had lifted from his soul and Kassha got his groove back. Occasionally when the urge takes him Kassha will briefly search for Petunia, not sure of who or what she was.