A strong breeze blew off the bay blowing Fire-in-the-Sky’s hair back off of his neck. The sad shaman of a lost people turned to face the city of San Francisco. Even from the island that he stood on he could clearly see the city with its towering buildings and rumbling trolleys. Fire-in-the-Sky was the one of the last of his people. The white man had seen to that. His wounded heart cried out for vengeance against the whites, and this city of hills on the bay would bleed like the way his people had.

It had taken Fire-in-the-Sky several months to gather the components for the ritual he was going to perform. A feather of the firebird was the hardest to come by, the blacked tips of the fingers of his left hand standing out as testament of his conviction. Now he had found the place to perform the summoning and the binding.

Moving purposely Fire-in-the-Sky came to the circle. He had spent twelve hours straight creating the circle. Tied in the center of the circle was a young boy; a boy that Fire-in-the-Sky had taken from the city, for this ritual. It would be a white that brought doom to the city of San Francisco. The sun was just cresting in the east as the shaman started the chant. Up came the feather of the firebird. In an intricate pattern the shaman performed the magic. The feather burst into flames in Fire-in-the Sky’s hand. The pain was excruciating but the old man persisted. Fire leaped from the feather to the boy in the circle, and a gate opened as well. Out came a ball of pure fire before the gate slammed shut.

When the ball of fire touched the boy, it transformed him. In the boys place now stood a creature of flames. A happy smile made entirely of flames crossed his face. Fire-in-the-Sky smiled as well and pointed towards San Francisco. The fiery boy turned to look as well, a look of delight on his face. In a burst of flames the boy flew towards the city, and the second part of the ritual went into effect. The ground started shaking and before he died from the exertion of the ritual Fire-in-the-Sky watched San Francisco be struck with worst earthquake the city had ever seen, and his Inferno would cause even more destruction.

Inferno had been on Earth for well over a hundred years. He’s still very much a juvenile. He has traveled all over North America, causing fires wherever he goes. Inferno takes great delight in causing fires, and after a fire is going Inferno likes to make it even bigger. However, like the fire that he is, Inferno looses interest and wanders away, until the next fire. His attention span isn’t very long. While not cruel, Inferno has no problem with using his fire on humans, because he really doesn’t understand what a human is.

"Can I burn it? Can I? Huh? Huh?"

Inferno is a minor fire elemental who has bonded with a human. He never ages, nor is affected by fire or flames. When showing off his abilities, Inferno can cause a lot of fiery destruction. His most devistating attacks are his firestorm, which throws out flames in all directions, and his heatwave attack which drains a foe of all moisture. Inferno can also ignite flammables with just a touch. Naturally being made out of flames, Inferno is painful to touch. Those touching Inferno will be burned. Furthermore fire based attacks aren't as effective against Inferno.

Inferno looks like he's a smiling kid, a smiling kid made entirely out of flames. For a costume, Inferno wears a yellow bodysuit with matching gloves and boots in red. On the chest of his bodysuit is a ball of fire. His hair naturally is a cone of fire, while his eyes look like yellow flames. Inferno even has freckles. He can also disguise his supernatural nature by assuming a more human appearance. While looking similiar his hair becomes red and his eyes become a light blue. In his disguised form Inferno dresses like a young punk, but a quirky smile is always on his lips.