Nature versus nurture, a never-ending debate, but what happens when one feeds the other?

Flint never fit the norm, in fact, being a hybrid between several species, nothing about her was normal, and her parents knew that, whoever they may have been. Before Flint was old enough to form memories, before the word flint even existed to her, she was left on the door of an institution, ”Home for troubled young” it was called, though if you ask her, ”Prison for kids that parents can't handle” would be more accurate.

And Flint’s opinion is not without cause, as the place was less a home, and more an old-school mental institution, where young creatures like her were left by parents that never came back, left to be subjected to various ”treatments”, which most of the time only made things worse. Early medicine at its finest. 

Flint wasn’t called Flint back then, but her original name has been lost to history, as later in life she went on a mission to wipe herself from existence, a mission in which she succeeded, as storing of said information had been given as much care as she ever was. She herself of course knows it still, but as she doesn't consider it as her name anymore, it will never be said out loud.

Because of her young age at arrival, the ”home” is the only thing she ever knew, she never had a Dad or a Mom, only Doctors and Officers; And at the time, she didn’t question it. She however never saw it as a home, just a place she lived in.

Life in the institution was quite unpleasant, most of Flint’s days were spend in her room, a small room with minimal furniture and barred window, there were some supervised times for social interaction with the others, and of course all the ”treatments”, but most of the time her only interaction was with staff, and with a plush toy of a dragon she called ”Scaly”, her best and only friend. This kind of life combined with already existing issues made Flint spite others and life itself, especially so, as she felt she got punished even when she was being good.

Flint was fascinated with two things from very young age, fire and blades, and in her young naive mind she hoped she’d grow up to be like Scaly, a sharp clawed, fire-breathing dragon. This lead to her stealing things like knives when she got a chance, which in turn lead her to find something particularly interesting about herself.

Due to the unique way her fur-scale mess of a skin grows, when stricken in the right way with right kind of material, sparks are formed; After this discovery, she couldn’t get enough of it, sometimes accidentally harming herself as she tried to make herself spark. The staff of course tried to stop her, but she always found a way. This all lead to her, in her early adolescent years, to do something that changed not only her, but many others' lives.

It was a regular day in the building, when Flint managed to escape the eyes of the staff, and hid in the basement, there she started to strike sparks once more, though this time she had placed herself close to flammable material, which caught the sparks and ignited; It is not known if this was intentional or accidental, but the fire soon spread, and due to the building’s fire safety being as up to date as their medical practices, the fire spread quickly.

Flint didn't run, and instead sat there for a while, staring at the flames in awe, letting them swallow her; Turns out she was fireproof. She finally broke out of her trance like state when she felt something, or rather, felt the absence of something; Due to being a plush toy, Scaly wasn’t actually fireproof, and had turned to ash, making Flint very upset. After getting over the loss of her only friend worryingly quickly, she got up and started walking, ultimately walking out of the burning building into the snowy outside world.
 

The fire destroyed the place entirely, and wasn’t without casualties, as most of the staff were mysteriously unable to leave the place in time, though due to the total destruction of the building, and the local authorities being less than stellar at their job, no conclusions were made of the cause or possibility of foul play. The young patients of the place however all made it out, be it some with injuries, though one was never found, and was thus marked as a casualty; Flint.

Flint found herself from city streets, filled with creatures of all kinds and all ages, yet she didn’t know how to approach anyone, after all, this was the first time she was outside all alone, and in full honesty, she didn't trust adults. She collected all her courage to seek help, yet she got none; Thinking she was just a beggar, many ignored her, some were even hostile, and few, while friendly, only gave her some money and told her to get going, without letting her explain anything.

However, when she finally gave up and sat down in an alley to get cover from the wind, a group of creatures approached her, they insulted her and threatened her at first, but after they realized she was a fish out of water, they offered a hand, a hand that Flint regrettably took, a hand that was not that of kindness and compassion, but that of exploitation; that group was not a group of friendly strangers, but a group of gang members, and a naive little girl was exactly what they needed.

Flint soon learned the nature of the place she found herself in, a city of gangs and corrupt law, it made sense to her, only a place like that would allow places like where she came from to exist. As time went on, she learned into the ways of crime, and during the years of being a tool for gain of others, Flint started to realize her situation, how she was just being used, and like her uses, something else changed with age; She was in her late teens now, and she was no longer a naive little girl.

One day, as she was locked in a room in one of the gang’s buildings after making a mistake, she started to think and realized what her future would most likely look like, so she made a plan for escape. As days went on, she was in and out of the room, she was once more a prisoner; But she learned that the building had lacking fire safety, and it was relatively easy to make it even more so,  so she did, and when the time was right, all it took was a little spark. 

After that she disappeared, and only she knows where she went or what happened, but few years later, she appeared once more, changed, and with a bone to pick.

First, there was set of fires, the homes of the staff members from the ”Home for troubled young”, who had survived but later died of natural causes, were burned to ash; and so was every other place that held information about the institution, more specifically a certain patient. Then, a memorial put up for the victims of the fire was vandalized, the name of the single lost child was removed, and with all paperwork of them having been burned, and the last creatures to remember them being dead, the name was lost to history.

Rumors about Flint started to spread, giving her nice nicknames like "the purple freak" as the operations of a specific gang came under attack, building after building, member after member; a once influential gang crumbled, then another, and another. And as her destruction spread, so did her name ”Flint.”; she picked it herself, based on the unique feature of her skin. And Flint was nothing like that girl that had disappeared years before, empowered by magical artifacts that had bound themselves to her, she had a new purpose, chaos, the disruption of established order.

She has no ideology, no deep message, it is a game to her, a chase; she does not seek to change things, she doesn't care to make a difference. It matters not if you are cruel or kind, honest or corrupt, criminal or the law; for all she cares is that you have authority, authority she is going to defy.

And she is going to enjoy every moment of it. 

Old/MLP Design ˅

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A bit about the "artifacts" and her abilities/powers.

--First the most obvious one, her outfit, or armor, or however you want to call it:
She found it in some old ruin worn by a skeleton, so naturally, the first thing she did, was to put it on.
The moment she put it on, it reshaped it to her body and bound itself to her, meaning that she cannot take it off, nor can anyone else as long as she's alive.

It looks like metal, feels like metal, and acts mostly like metal, with few differences:
1. It is more durable than metal, and even when damaged, it fixes itself
2. It constantly changes to fit the host, loosening enough to let Flint move normally, reshaping if she loses or gains weight, etc. but it's always just a bit too tight, making it uncomfortable to wear.
3. It weights barely anything

Abilities:
1. It protects her even beyond what regular armor would, but she feels everything like she is unprotected.
2. It allows Flint to get out of any restraint and go through any lock, as they kinda just break when she wants them to.
3. Not an attribute of the "armor" per say, but in combination to Flint's unique skin, when she moves in specific ways, sparks are created.

--Second, The thing between her eyes.
It too was found from some old tomb, and as she touched it, she passed out from pain, only to wake up with it fused to her forehead, all the way into the bone.
It came with a negatives too, as it came with an extra voice in her head, though Flint at it are mostly in agreement, and it makes her unable to lie; it doesn't force her to tell the truth, just not tell lies. She however is not aware of the latter, as it's less an active block, and more a control of her mind to not feeling the need to lie. 
It also turned her eyes unnatural and blue.

Abilities:
1. It makes Flint more durable than regular creatures, allowing her survive even normally lethal blows, to certain limit. It allows her to heal injuries that normally don't heal, a hard limit being dismemberment.
It however does not protect from pain.
2. It gives her the magical ability to materialize anything (solid) she can think of, and to dematerialize what she has created at will; She uses it mainly to make knifes. These materialized objects act like the real objects, but are always blue.