Pyrrhos

The Ring of Embers was abandoned after early tests scorched entire hangars and friendly crews; the blue fire it births clings like tar and eats through armor, composites—even force fields—until nothing remains but glassed scars. 

The Supreme Commander strapped it on a zealot and named him Pyrrhos. On Earth he wears the face of Arin Voss, a contract “fire safety auditor” granted access to power plants, tank farms, and port control towers across Bastion Bay. 

Officially he writes risk reports; secretly he seeds “incidents” to chart response times, evacuation routes, and blackout cascades. Pyrrhos’s mission is energy denial: cripple generation, grid switching, and fuel throughput the night the fleet arrives. He also serves as the squad’s shock beacon—a spectacular threat meant to drag Earth’s strongest heroes into the open so the others can observe them. 

Pyrrhos loathes subtlety; he believes fear is the cleanest tool. Against Mimesis he’s eager—because borrowed flame still burns, and Pyrrhos knows a hundred ways to make fire the last thing anyone ever breathes.