Xeno: He was a pale, lanky young man who had violently red unkempt hair that stuck up at odd angles all over his head. His left eyebrow and right nostril bore piercings of small silver rings and, in addition to the ink around his fingers, the now-ruined sweatshirt revealed a thin black loop across his left wrist as well as two symmetrical red marks in the imitation of a poisonous spider bite along the right side of his neck.
"Its cold." He whispered through cracked lips. I looked around as a cold breeze blew my hair in my face. "Lemme try this again..." I said more to myself than anyone else. I snapped my fingers a few times and nothing happened. "Its not going to wor-" he started to say before I cut him off. "Shh, I almost got it" I snapped my fingers one last time and a flame arose in the palm of my hand. "Still cold?" I asked through grinning lips.