Eira s'est effondrée un moment quand l'un des concurrents s'est changé. Sarah était son nom, et apparemment l'eau était son amie. Eira riait, d'une manière sarcastique. Son sourire n'était que cambriolage de sang. "Damn, j'aurais aimé être contre elle. Elle n'aurait pas duré une demi-seconde."
Elle a regardé le garçon, Cole, changer. Merde, il était rapide. C'est nettement plus rapide que Kaze. Cependant, Eira a deviné qu'il avait une température corporelle plus basse, ce qui le rendrait plus sensible à ses flammes. Quoi qu'il en soit, Eira aurait pu essuyer le terrain avec l'un ou l'autre de ces concurrents.
Name: Eira Luters
Age: 17
Appearance (pictures accepted):

Eira is usaully wearing a pitch black, close-fitting hoodie, blue jeans, and combat boots. Black, fingerless gloves adorn her hands as well.
Power:
Eira's power is control over a special type of flame. Her flames are pitch black, darker than night. They soak up, no devour, light and are colder than liquid nitrogen.
Background:
This is Eira's first day at the Haven, and she is a bit of a punk. Having grown up on the streets of New York, Eira was disowned by her parents after an 'accident' that she refuses to talk about. Actually, Eira refuses to talk about her past at all. She is cold to people she doesn't know, preferring to burn them rather than to make friends. Her biggest weakness is her lack of control, usually letting her volatile ability consume her when she loses her temper.