Gawd, Like Kitsu, Ive kinda made a long Lantern bio. Its not too great. I mean, its 1:01AM here... But... yeah.
[spoiler]As the mystical power rings of the emotional spectrum one day descended upon RPM, many of RPM's members were recruited into what was called the "Lantern corps". PB, with a willpower almost as strong as his ego, into the Green, Sparky, craving power, into the Red, and Vixy, unsurprisingly, into the Star Sapphires, embodying love. Many other members would follow suit. Their conflicts were quite the problem. Leaving much destruction in its wake.
However, when the reanimation of RPM's dead started, an even bigger threat arose. The Black Lantern corps. As the darkness of these new Black rings descended upon RPM, many of the dead became reanimated... shadows, specters, malicious shells of their former selves, out for the life of the still living. The streets were alit with fire, and the sky was as black as ever. Not a single star in sight. Not even the moon. Black. Blacker than the blackest black. The battles between the Corps had left many casualties in its wake. Fuel for the Black Lantern corps' ranks.
Flame and his space station had decided not to get involved with the various corps, merely providing local aid to civilians, who were left in the middle of the conflict, trying to move people to his space station, where miraculously, none of the Lanterns had decided to turn their sights to. Until one day, while leading a group of his men around RPM in search of distressed civilians, Flame was struck by a stray raw energy beam from a Lantern, overloading his cybernetic systems, causing them to burn out and short circuit. Flame was announced dead, and buried on a hill overlooking the main City of RPM, his sword was stuck in the ground to mark his grave. His death garnering the attention of a black ring.
However, it was not this death that had garnered the rings attention, but a long overdue death of his former human identity. Flame as he was now, was far from dead. His systems merely needed to start auto repair procedures, and in due time, he would be able to reboot. But nonetheless, the near death experience alerted the ring, which by unknown means, was alerted to the death of Flame's human identity during his conversion into a reconstructed cyborg The ring flew into the ground, and slipped onto Flame's finger, and a voice was heard, the voice from the ring reciting a dark and evil oath...
"The Blackest Night falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your demise,
By my black hand--The dead shall rise! "
"Flame of RPM..."
"RISE"
Instantly Flames eyes snapped open, his irises blood red and the sclera pitch black. From the corner of his eyes, blood leaked down his cheeks, embedding itself into his skin, creating red markings. Flame burst from his grave and towered over the pit, with the sword marking his grave slightly askew. His pitch black armor now with gray highlights rather than red, and with a dead white glow emanating from the lights on his boots. On the chest of his armor, black-gray smoke arose as the insignia of the Black lantern corps appeared.
"Flame of RPM... Welcome to the Black Lantern corps..."[/spoiler]