The Town of Salem

Arsonist

Alignment:
Neutral (Killing)

Abilities:
Douse someone in gasoline or ignite all doused targets.

Attributes:
Targets will know that they are doused in gasoline.
Death from fire can't be prevented by healing or night immunities.
Select yourself to ignite doused people.
You can take no action to undouse yourself.

Goal:
Live to see everyone burn.

A young man paced through his garage, the scuffling of his feet echoing throughout the cool, cemented walls. Surrounding him were endless barrels of gasoline, towering above his head as he admired his work.

He had taken inventory of his storage in time for the clock to strike midnight. His efficiency had ensured him that his daily quota had been met, allowing him to relax for the remainder of the week. He praised himself for a moment longer before turning to head into the house.

He went to the kitchen sink, careful to not rub the gasoline over the stainless steel as the water ran across his hands. He watched the flammable liquid as it twisted down the drain, reaching for the towel to his right once he was thorough with his work. He kept himself focused solely on the simple, mindless task to keep himself preoccupied.

He had an awful habit of fixating on his plans, working to ignite his neighbors and townspeople alike. He had dreamt of watching the flames as they tore through the town, cries for help suffocated by the mixture of smoke swirled within the clouds. His trigger finger was itching, but he had to wait until the time was right. Igniting too early would be a major risk, becoming exposed and ultimately getting himself hanged. He couldn't take that chance.

The man could see the shadows shifting from the corner of his eye, snapping him out of his trance as his gaze raised to the window in front of him. He could see that a young woman was emerging from the world outside, a notebook in hand as she entered the town square. She looked rejuvenated and inquisitive, thoroughly observing her surroundings. He could feel the thoughts creeping back into his mind, his vision blurred by the overwhelming smell of gasoline. He watched as she entered the first house, audibly hearing the door close behind her. He was unable to control his malicious smirk, his head whipping back towards the entrance to the garage.

He could see the gasoline dripping from her skin.