There are those who seek to make the world a safer place, striving to improve it for everyone around them. Others who just want to watch the world burn. Wildfire falls in the latter group. Raised by the famed scientist Artificer, Wildfire learned how to work with machines from a young age. Engines purred at her touch and metal bent itself for her affection. Wildfire knew she had the talent to be one of the best blacksmiths in the world, if not the best. As a young girl, she spent her time with her adoptive sister and mother, learning all she could about machines. Still, she never felt quite satisfied living in her mentor’s shadow.
Rejecting the pacifist principles upon which she was raised, Wildfire struck it out on her own to forge her own path in the world. She accepts no authority besides her own and chafes under the thumb of any of the would-be lords and masters of Metal City. When her mentor was branded as a heretic, Wildfire packed up her things and hit the road, not wanting to deal with the hassle of the Metal Sect or stick it out with Artificer.
In the wilderness, it was just Wildfire and her machine, her hot rod that she built and maintained herself. From time to time she rode alongside the other lords and princes of the Waste when their paths crossed. Wildfire even spent a season riding with Dirt Devil and his gang in their hunt, bringing the heat to the sandy dunes. Still, at the end of the day, Wildfire’s journey always saw her riding free. She’d traverse the ruins and scrap yards that littered the wastes for parts to keep her machine running and at the top of the bracket. With her trusty flamethrower by her side, any raider who got it in their head to mess with Wildfire often found themselves regretting their life choices. In the Arena, her car lights up the track with its flames, melting plastic and metal as it catches the other drivers.