
Staccato saw Isabelle and grinned at her. He walked over her, not bothering to put his shirt back on. The water on his skin had completely evaporated, and not even a drop was in his hair.

Staccato pulled himself out of the water and back onto the boardwalk. He lay back, smiling, his hair cascading along the concrete, making it darker than it normally is. He splayed his arms out to the side and started laughing to himself. He then cast a humongous wall of fire the shape of his body, spitting out in all directions, to dry himself off. "Whoa!" he yelled, sitting up. "That was AWESOME!!!"

Staccato Mamba Jepsen-Navarro> single, but a ladies man.

Staccato stood up. He looked at the group behind him, looked back to the sea, took his shirt off, and dove in. Even though water was his natural enemy, he still loved the feeling of water completely surrounding his body. His muscle-bound arms propelled him through the water.

Staccato sat on the edge of the boardwalk, legs dangling feet from the water. He knew it was weird, him liking water, but every once in a while he just wanted to go for a good swim. But now was not the time. He shook his head. He didn't need any more trouble. And anyways, the water isn't worth THAT much.

Just a suggestion, but I think the Fire counsel(is that right?) should be known as a kind and helpful people. Fire being the bad, angry people is very normal. I think it would be really cool if they were known for being a kind, affectionate, and caring society.