Keith in 100

Keith has Houdini-quick hands and an even quicker smile, and his red hair is even redder in the flames he builds. The girls swoon for his accent. The boys swoon after he punches them. His kisses taste like Irish whiskey, and his laughter is a Celtic battle cry. He was a warrior for the Irish Glorious Cause and now he plays bass in an obscure American ska band. Today he will self-immolate, release himself to the gods of fire, send an entire building up in flames. Then Christian will put him back together, and he’ll be Keith again.