Arte Firaga
Route vers Crystal Palace Quelque part entre l'arène, les bidonvilles, et le grand marché
"Pour la dernière fois, grand-père, cette combinaison crée toujours une explosion, et nous ne voulons pas faire sauter la ville, n'est-ce pas?" Arte ne pouvait pas croire qu'il devait rappeler cela à son grand-père... et, vu la sénilité du vieil homme, ça devenait une chose quotidienne. En fait, cette fois, juste pour être sûr, Arte a dû prendre l'un des deux mélanges loin de son grand-père, le cacher, et espérer qu'il ne le retrouvera pas plus tard. Pendant qu'il cachait le mélange, Arte a remarqué quelque chose... on dirait qu'on n'a plus de nourriture, encore. J'espère avoir assez de gil pour manger au moins jusqu'à la semaine prochaine. Frustré, Arte a fermé la porte du garde-manger et a vérifié le sac à pièces. Apparemment, cela a attiré l'attention de son grand-père, qui a demandé "Eh? Tu fais encore des courses, fiston? Peux-tu m'en donner un peu plus... hein... Qu'est-ce que c'était? Moogle Brew? Confu Ale? Tu as compris, tu m'as trouvé quelque chose comme ça," Arte secoua la tête, et répondit avec "Tu ne te souviens pas de la dernière fois que tu as essayé d'inventer quand tu étais ivre, n'est-ce pas? Je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas vous permettre d'être ivre, encore une fois, grand-père," Arte s'est honnêtement demandé comment le vieil homme n'était pas confronté à une condamnation à perpétuité pour son 'invention', ou ce que dit l'invention a fait à un orphelinat pauvre et sans défense, mais le refus d'Arte d'obtenir son grand-père un peu d'alcool avait le vieil homme criant sur lui, probablement assez fort que la plupart des gens penseraient que la tour a explosé, à nouveau... Arte ne voulait pas entendre beaucoup plus qu'il n'avait à, donc il a juste couru la porte, et se dirige vers la seule route sûre dans cet endroit, la route vers le palais de cristal.
Une fois arrivé sur la route, il semblait passer par une scène impliquant deux bangaa, l'un avec les écailles oranges habituelles, et l'autre avec des écailles blanches plutôt jolies, et quelques gardes humés, et quelques chocobos. Arte a essayé de trouver la meilleure façon d'aborder la situation, mais il semblait que la bangaa était déjà un peu rigolée, et sa présence seule pourrait suffire à les irriter... bien sûr, il a fini juste là pendant qu'ils continuaient avec leur jour, avec la situation se résolvant, au moins pour l'instant. Peut-être qu'ils vont se calmer plus tard... ou peut-être qu'ils vont quelque part au-delà du grand marché... Arte pensait qu'il se dirigeait finalement vers la route, maintenant suivi par un marchand vendant des bibelots bizarres, et hors marque, peut-être de faux rubans. Pendant qu'ils marchaient, le marchand racontait quelques histoires sur la façon dont il s'est fait embusquer par des monstres sur la route, pour être sauvé par un passant aléatoire sur un chocobo, et comment il a voyagé si loin juste pour arriver ici, la grande ville, pour vendre ses marchandises... après cela, il a essayé de vendre Arte un ruban pour cinquante gil, mais... Arte savait, du seul prix, que cela ne fonctionnerait pas très bien, si ce n'était pas du tout, et même si ce n'était pas le cas, Arte avait besoin de tous les gil qu'il avait pour la nourriture, donc, il a dû refuser l'offre du marchand... peu importe combien de fois le marchand a fait l'offre.
Sur son chemin vers le marché, Arte a rencontré quelqu'un qui semblait être un mage bleu parlant aux enfants de la vie quotidienne du goblin moyen. Les enfants semblaient confus quant à la raison pour laquelle quelqu'un allait CHOISIR de passer du temps avec des monstres, mais, il n'a pas fallu trop de temps pour Arte pour le comprendre. Avant qu'il ne puisse s'approcher d'elle, Vincent se dirigea vers les enfants, et se mit à jeter son argent autour, supposément, sa prochaine plus grande invention était assez grande pour qu'il devienne monsieur sac à argent pour une journée. Je me sens généreux Kupo. J'espère que les enfants pourront profiter du festival. » Vincent a dit aux enfants avec un soupçon d'excitation et de joie. Arte s'en est pris à lui-même, et s'est approché de son ami Moogle. "Eh bien, regardez qui est monsieur sac à argent, aujourd'hui. Je suppose que votre dernière invention s'est bien vendue, hein?" Arte a demandé à son ami, et, après s'être souvenu du vide de son propre sac de monnaie, il a ajouté: «Malheureusement, je n'ai pas beaucoup à épargner, aujourd'hui... grand-père a découvert que je vendais ses potions spéciales et son éther au marché, et il n'a pas aimé un peu... il a dit quelque chose au sujet de «ne pas vendre», ou de «se garder un secret familial», je ne me souviens pas qui, cependant, parce que je suis temporairement sourd à la moitié de la conversation, heh, vous savez comment il obtient», Arte a ensuite remarqué que le mage bleu était toujours là, et, du regard sur son visage, il semblait qu'elle allait embrasser Vincent, et, pour une raison quelconque, Arte n'avait pas vraiment envie de l'avertir de cela.
Name: Arte Firaga
Title: Walking Explosion
Race: Nu Mou
Job: Black Mage
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: Yes

Appearance Information
Physical Features:
He stands at 4'3", rather short for his species, he is, however, of an average build for his kind, his skin color is a sort of brownish grey, almost annoyingly matching his fur color, at least, when said fur isn't covered in soot, He has blue eyes, and completely lacks facial hair. He doesn't have any ACTUAL scars, but there are plenty of burn marks on him that won't go away. He is often covered in soot and ash from failed attempts at casting fire magic... yes, he's aware of the irony, given his last name.
Clothing/Armor/Weapons:
Arte wears a rather simple set of blue robes (which cannot be caught on fire, but are not particularly RESISTANT to it.), as well as some usually hidden pants, and even a shirt underneath, he also wields a basic wooden staff... even if it looks special, since, like most of him, it's covered in soot. As he's a mage, he's not one for armor, so, thus, he wears his usual clothing into battle.
Psychological Information
Personality Traits:
Calm | Cheerful | Usually tries everything at least once | Can be known to hold a grudge for a LONG time | Occasionally unaware of just how dangerous the enemy is
As he takes after his mad scientist of a father, he's obviously rather curious, prone to try any food, or thing once, if he thinks he can either get a laugh out of it, or actually like it. Arte is also normally calm, and slow to anger... but, if you DO anger him, expect him to hold a grudge against you for quite some time to come. He also has a nasty habit of underestimating his opponents... which might have him use his weaker (and less controlled) fire magic, as opposed to his lightning magic.
Likes:
Sweet and or Spicy food | Chocobos | Lightning magic
He absolutely LOVES the taste of anything sweet and or spicy, which makes one wonder why he isn't fat... in fact, he usually carries around a bag of candy, which he claims to be 'components for lightning spells'... despite the fact that he doesn't NEED components for lightning spells anymore. Like most people, he adores the piles of feathers known as chocobos, even if he cannot ride them... and he likes all forms of lightning, be it a storm, or just magic from someone (even himself), and when asked why, he shrugs, and says 'It looks nice'.
Dislikes:
He hates the taste of fish | He can't stand being cold | Bomb-type enemies | He also hates betrayal
If there's one kind of food he can't stand, it's fish. He tried it once, a while ago, and, thus far, it's been the only kind of food to actually make him puke... whether this was because it was poorly prepared, or not, he holds that against all fishy foods, and can't even stand smelling the stuff, anymore. He also despises the feeling of being cold, though, this might just be due to him being used to the heat from all of his failed fire spells... speaking of, he doesn't like bombs, either, due to the fact that he can't kill them in time, and they usually explode on him, and only HE can explode on him, dang it! Arte can't STAND it when someone pretends to be friendly towards him, and then either attacks him, or steals from him... the few who've successfully done it will most likely warn others to just LEAVE HIM BE, instead.

Personal History
Hometown: Dahlgren
Current Residence: Thorne
Occupation: Student. He also takes care of his elderly, 350 year old grandfather (we'll call him just a 'grandfather' for the sake of brevity), and makes sure that neither he, nor the city, blows up due to his grandpa's insane inventions.
Backstory:
Arte Firaga was fairly ordinary as a child, as he didn't do much outside of his own 'comfort zone', and thus, didn't try his hand at fire magic, or talk to his 'grandpa', yet, however, he also didn't have many, if any friends, and when he was really young, he used to always carry around a small plush chocobo... which got him regularly picked on by other children. A couple months after he turned ten, he met an odd man by the name of Cid, who drove a strange-looking, probably custom-made airship, and, much like the other kids at the time, once Cid landed, he asked him how he built that, and specifically, how he knew he was good at doing that. Cid just shrugged and said something along the lines of 'I didn't. I just tried to make an airship one day, and it worked' after that, Arte made the potentially fatal mistake of trying his hand at fire magic. He was JUST as good at not making it blow up back then, as he is to this very day, so, obviously, he's made a LOT of progress, right?
When Arte reached the age of eighteen, is 'grandfather's' caregiver gave up on the old coot, and they had to find a new caretaker... unfortunately, everyone else was already aware of exactly what this 'job' entailed, poor Arte was more or less forced into it, and forced to move to Thorne, where his grandfather's lab was. It took about two weeks before Arte figured out that he was supposed to STOP his grandfather from inventing things, and it took another couple of months before he came up with some guidelines for his grandfather, who he learned was a former warrior of light, himself, to follow, after which, he didn't have to stop EVERY invention from happening. Among said new inventions were the 'mechanical chocobo'... which doesn't move, has no seat other than the wrong side of a gear, but strangely enough made a good juicer, and the 'macro scope' which was supposed to allow you to see things much larger than yourself, which people can already do by using their eyes... oddly enough, the macro scope made for a decent enough mace.
Oddly enough, Arte met one of his first friends, a moogle by the name of Vincent, at around the time his grandfather invented the macro scope, and the two have worked to help 'Professor' Firaga ever since, with Arte trying to keep the two from making anything explosive, and Vincent actually helping the self-proclaimed professor make actually useful things... though, the two haven't made a single device together, as of yet.
Other:
From his near-constant failures, Arte has become quite resistant to spells hostile or otherwise, and his fire spells have a decent chance at failing, and literally blowing up in his face... however, he's actually extremely good at using lightning magic.