Name: Phoenix
Alias/Nickname: “Burning Berserker”, “Raging Sun”
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 11/11
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics:
Personality:
Phoenix has two major personality traits, he’s a rage-o-holic and emotionally unstable, including his instinct to survive. On many occasions he has legitimately attacked anyone in brutish fury for the smallest of reasons. From being called a “Numbskull” to “AHHN QUIT TRYING TO TEAR OUT MY SPLEEN” and even “YOU BURNT DOWN MY HOUSE YOU FO-!! AGH QUIT BURNING ME ALIVE”. It doesn’t really matter, it’s very easy to piss him off and invoke the rage of a supernova about to go off (That’s 100 billion Kelvin, your planet would vaporize). He gained his nickname “Phoenix” due to how hot headed he is.
Phoenix's magic is also tied to his' instinct for survival, saving him when he is attacked by a drunken fighter and later when he is attacked by a pack of wolves. In both cases, Phoenix did not intend to kill his attacker and in the latter case, even resigned himself to death before realizing how much he wanted to live. His "struggler" attitude towards most things, however, has a rebound in which Phoenix realizes the true value of what he had left behind (His family which he had brutally murdered, his positive emotions, leaving only a twisted shell of hate and pain) after he has lost it. All this combined serves to fuel large disregard of and hatred towards the concept of fate. He displays a similar, though more mellow, disregard of God, simply shrugging it off as a dark joke compared to his heated response to fate. When someone larger than him, whether it be 100 meters tall and breaths fire, or simply an ignorant fool with a big ego, he will not stop but tear them apart.
Phoenix has a very tactical personality, when he is not enraged he will study his opponent thoroughly if given the opportunity. He has become a brilliant fighter because of this and on-top of his normal survival instincts, this advantage of his brain allows him to survive some of the most difficult battles. He is prone to using tricks to defeat his larger enemies, on-top of evasive maneuvers and hiding while looking for a weak spot, or simply when his mind breaks and he looses it. In his Berserk Mode however, Phoenix acts as a wild animal with only the will to kill and survive. He will use anything that he can forge as a weapon (Even an uprooted tree) and is not afraid to practically cover himself in blood to kill all of his enemies. If he's not in his Berserk Mode, sometimes Phoenix enters a sort of kill mode that causes his eyes to somewhat fade but become very serious, thus showing his resolve and determination to kill anything in his way to achieve victory.
Phoenix is subject to bloodlust, getting an intense beastial satisfaction off of killing other people almost to the degree that he could be considered somewhat psychotic. He will occasionally grin in such a manner that makes him appear to be a demon and loves the feeling of killing scum. He's always open for a challenge and does not mind literally crushing somebody's body and internal organs to employ his battle techniques. That being said, Phoenix has no morals on how he kills people and will easily slaughter anyone without giving it a second thought.
If you had access to Phoenix's journals, he valued life according to strength: the weaker the being, the more it deserved to die, with a measure of nonchalance toward bystanders and those caught in the crossfire (an example of the weak would be his parents). When it comes to close friends (if he had any), he will smile and talk with them on an even level very interested in sharing his own thoughts but keeping his secrets as well. He seems to see life as "War", and how the last man standing, is the winner.
He treats those who claim to be gods, or simply very powerful evil magicians, as targets that deserve to die and while some he will kill quickly, others he would not mind calling out for the terrible things they do and wants them to feel pain, getting a sick satisfaction off of some of it.
Phoenix is, first and foremost, an incredibly resilient man. Despite the hardships he's been meant to suffer from his cursed birth, he has grown and changed considerably, gaining in both strength of body and mind. The brash stubbornness of his youth has melted into a somewhat "worldly" view on things and the people around him; he's come to realize over time what matters most to him and what he is willing to sacrifice to protect it - everything. He gives of himself relentlessly for the sake of those precious few who've managed to fight their ways into his heart despite the long voyage it took to get there; Phoenix is both incredibly loyal and incredibly selfless, though this was not always the case. It took unfathomable loss for him to finally understand what his priorities truly were.
Phoenix's personality is similar to that of a psychopath as he generally exhibits tremendously uncontrollable rage and is uplifted by the very idea of bringing destruction and inevitably crushing his enemies. He loves nothing more than to destroy things, as shown by his wanton destruction of families for little more than intimidation; those regarded as a close group of friends (or the guild if possible) have referred to his rage as demonic, even the most brutal of warrior has been disgusted even at the comparison of his battle standards to their own. Phoenix also has a tendency to toy with his victims (as evidenced by his statements, such as "If you'd just let me kill you all before, you wouldn't be dealing with this pain now.") and enjoys playing with his feeble foes with sadistic sarcasm, often teasing his opponents with a plethora of 'free punches'. Phoenix never expresses the expression of fear, anything to fear from any opponent he faces, which may have contributed to his arrogance. It is implied that Phoenix might have grown insane from living with the pain and fear endured by phoenix for so long; he has a tendency to become hysterical, laughing abruptly and maniacally , and even kills his own mother and father for attempting to impale him on a wooden pike after burning him at the stake.
Likes: Girls (…he fears them as well), the sun, fighting
Dislikes: .
Motivations:
Fears:
General Appearance
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 159 lbs
Hair: Light red
Eyes: Orange
Skin Tone: Average Caucasian skin tone, often referred to as “Peach”.
Appearance:
Phoenix is of average height (5'9"), having fair bright red hair on a scalp that had mostly been burnt and scar-covered by years of ‘wear and tear’; his hair was styled into a tribunal braided Mohawk going down the back of his head in a long braid that had been adorned with Norse beads. Despite having handsome facial features, his torched skin would’ve been easily identified as ‘burns of the third degree’ (nearly down to the bone), and from what it looked like, the burns were over his entire body excluding the scalp, the mere expression(his eyes are closed, and he’s giving an ‘angry face’) and scars on his face made him look older than he really was. The rags adorned by the man were elegant dress cloths, the kind a prince might’ve worn to a ball if not covered in blood.
From behind, the clothing looked beautiful, his hair had been styled into kinsman’s Mohawk would have been given the impression that he was a noble (due to the solid gold bands and beads in the braid); as if he had stepped right out of a painting, despite the skin color, but from up front they were torn and ravaged by man, monster and beast alike. A white button-up long sleeved with gold insignia’s stained by bodily fluid that could only be identified as ‘that which drips from the wounded’, the sleeves were absolutely ruined, its elbows were torn and, whatever remained of the forearm of the sleeves were, like his mouth, drenched in blood that could neither be identified as fresh or dry. The pants the man wore were some form of baggy leather that had plates on the knees and thighs, but otherwise provided no real protection physically, his boots were plated as well; the large bolts in the boots seemed large enough that they might go into the poor man’s leg. Over his 'Noble garbs', he had chains dangling from his neck, the kind a prison might have to restrain something that was far stronger than a normal man, there must have been over 250 pounds worth of rusted metal were bound around his neck, his hands were cuffed together, a ball and chain was attached to his right ankle…How was he standing straight up without a problem? (All the chains are rusted to the point where they might be over 100 years old)
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: On the side of his head.
Rank: D-rank
Alias/Nickname: “Burning Berserker”, “Raging Sun”
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 11/11
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics:
- Third to fourth degree burns: At a very young age, Phoenix was nearly burnt to death by his parents as a "punishment" for not showing any magical aptitude. Strangely, he survived this, and overcame it. He now has third to fourth degree burns over 99.999% of his body, its a miracle he survived, and its strange how he walks around lacking large patches of skin...
Personality:
Phoenix has two major personality traits, he’s a rage-o-holic and emotionally unstable, including his instinct to survive. On many occasions he has legitimately attacked anyone in brutish fury for the smallest of reasons. From being called a “Numbskull” to “AHHN QUIT TRYING TO TEAR OUT MY SPLEEN” and even “YOU BURNT DOWN MY HOUSE YOU FO-!! AGH QUIT BURNING ME ALIVE”. It doesn’t really matter, it’s very easy to piss him off and invoke the rage of a supernova about to go off (That’s 100 billion Kelvin, your planet would vaporize). He gained his nickname “Phoenix” due to how hot headed he is.
Phoenix's magic is also tied to his' instinct for survival, saving him when he is attacked by a drunken fighter and later when he is attacked by a pack of wolves. In both cases, Phoenix did not intend to kill his attacker and in the latter case, even resigned himself to death before realizing how much he wanted to live. His "struggler" attitude towards most things, however, has a rebound in which Phoenix realizes the true value of what he had left behind (His family which he had brutally murdered, his positive emotions, leaving only a twisted shell of hate and pain) after he has lost it. All this combined serves to fuel large disregard of and hatred towards the concept of fate. He displays a similar, though more mellow, disregard of God, simply shrugging it off as a dark joke compared to his heated response to fate. When someone larger than him, whether it be 100 meters tall and breaths fire, or simply an ignorant fool with a big ego, he will not stop but tear them apart.
Phoenix has a very tactical personality, when he is not enraged he will study his opponent thoroughly if given the opportunity. He has become a brilliant fighter because of this and on-top of his normal survival instincts, this advantage of his brain allows him to survive some of the most difficult battles. He is prone to using tricks to defeat his larger enemies, on-top of evasive maneuvers and hiding while looking for a weak spot, or simply when his mind breaks and he looses it. In his Berserk Mode however, Phoenix acts as a wild animal with only the will to kill and survive. He will use anything that he can forge as a weapon (Even an uprooted tree) and is not afraid to practically cover himself in blood to kill all of his enemies. If he's not in his Berserk Mode, sometimes Phoenix enters a sort of kill mode that causes his eyes to somewhat fade but become very serious, thus showing his resolve and determination to kill anything in his way to achieve victory.
Phoenix is subject to bloodlust, getting an intense beastial satisfaction off of killing other people almost to the degree that he could be considered somewhat psychotic. He will occasionally grin in such a manner that makes him appear to be a demon and loves the feeling of killing scum. He's always open for a challenge and does not mind literally crushing somebody's body and internal organs to employ his battle techniques. That being said, Phoenix has no morals on how he kills people and will easily slaughter anyone without giving it a second thought.
If you had access to Phoenix's journals, he valued life according to strength: the weaker the being, the more it deserved to die, with a measure of nonchalance toward bystanders and those caught in the crossfire (an example of the weak would be his parents). When it comes to close friends (if he had any), he will smile and talk with them on an even level very interested in sharing his own thoughts but keeping his secrets as well. He seems to see life as "War", and how the last man standing, is the winner.
He treats those who claim to be gods, or simply very powerful evil magicians, as targets that deserve to die and while some he will kill quickly, others he would not mind calling out for the terrible things they do and wants them to feel pain, getting a sick satisfaction off of some of it.
Phoenix is, first and foremost, an incredibly resilient man. Despite the hardships he's been meant to suffer from his cursed birth, he has grown and changed considerably, gaining in both strength of body and mind. The brash stubbornness of his youth has melted into a somewhat "worldly" view on things and the people around him; he's come to realize over time what matters most to him and what he is willing to sacrifice to protect it - everything. He gives of himself relentlessly for the sake of those precious few who've managed to fight their ways into his heart despite the long voyage it took to get there; Phoenix is both incredibly loyal and incredibly selfless, though this was not always the case. It took unfathomable loss for him to finally understand what his priorities truly were.
Phoenix's personality is similar to that of a psychopath as he generally exhibits tremendously uncontrollable rage and is uplifted by the very idea of bringing destruction and inevitably crushing his enemies. He loves nothing more than to destroy things, as shown by his wanton destruction of families for little more than intimidation; those regarded as a close group of friends (or the guild if possible) have referred to his rage as demonic, even the most brutal of warrior has been disgusted even at the comparison of his battle standards to their own. Phoenix also has a tendency to toy with his victims (as evidenced by his statements, such as "If you'd just let me kill you all before, you wouldn't be dealing with this pain now.") and enjoys playing with his feeble foes with sadistic sarcasm, often teasing his opponents with a plethora of 'free punches'. Phoenix never expresses the expression of fear, anything to fear from any opponent he faces, which may have contributed to his arrogance. It is implied that Phoenix might have grown insane from living with the pain and fear endured by phoenix for so long; he has a tendency to become hysterical, laughing abruptly and maniacally , and even kills his own mother and father for attempting to impale him on a wooden pike after burning him at the stake.
Likes: Girls (…he fears them as well), the sun, fighting
- Inflicting pain on others: He is a sadist at best, and enjoys bringing pain to his enemies. He will legitimately make his enemies suffer before allowing them to die, and even then, their death will be slow.
- Girls: Its reasonable for a teenage boy to have some interest in the female gender, even if that interest includes offering a slain monster head on a furnace...
- Fighting: Phoenix is subject to bloodlust, getting an intense beastial satisfaction off of killing other people almost to the degree that he could be considered somewhat psychotic. He will occasionally grin in such a manner that makes him appear to be a demon and loves the feeling of killing scum. He's always open for a challenge and does not mind literally crushing somebody's body and internal organs to employ his battle techniques. That being said, Phoenix, has no morals on how he kills people and will easily slaughter anyone without giving it a second though.
Dislikes: .
- Demons: "He will kill them all, even if he is about to die...the heavens forbid he reach valhallah."
- The concept of fate: He disregards the ideas of gods and "Fate"
- The Weak: The people in the world who are weak, in his opinion, they deserve to die.
Motivations:
- Feeling again: Phoenix is striving to find the "Gap" or "Hole" in his heart, the sole thing that prevents him from feeling any other emotions other than rage. His past haunts him, and his dreams are full of demons...
- Winning the war of "Life": Phoenix has quoted on many of occasions in battle, that "Life is war, and the last man standing is the winner".
- The Rush of the kill: Phoenix is subject to bloodlust, getting an intense beastial satisfaction off of killing other people almost to the degree that he could be considered somewhat psychotic. He will occasionally grin in such a manner that makes him appear to be a demon and loves the feeling of killing scum. He's always open for a challenge and does not mind literally crushing somebody's body and internal organs to employ his battle techniques. That being said, Phoenix, has no morals on how he kills people and will easily slaughter anyone without giving it a second though.
Fears:
- Emotional relationships (Love): Feeling emotions made him vulnerable as a child thanks to his little ‘paternal captors’, he had been burned alive by the people that were supposed to love him more than anything in the world, his parents. As a child he loved them, but only in return he was burnt alive at the stake. His emotional switch turned off the emotion of love, leaving him with nothing but burning hatred, rage, and utter raw emotion (excluding love).
- Girls: He’s a 17 year old boy that has trouble talking to girls, he gets extremely nervous and unable to think well. He may be unable to feel the emotion of “love”, but he is able to have some form of twisted crush on someone. If he himself expresses the emotion love he pukes. When girls confront him he either runs away or hides behind a tree or the nearest object with a thickness of that a human waist, seeking him out after he runs away leads to him going "Berserk".
- Needles: Its his only rational fear…
General Appearance
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 159 lbs
Hair: Light red
Eyes: Orange
Skin Tone: Average Caucasian skin tone, often referred to as “Peach”.
Appearance:
Phoenix is of average height (5'9"), having fair bright red hair on a scalp that had mostly been burnt and scar-covered by years of ‘wear and tear’; his hair was styled into a tribunal braided Mohawk going down the back of his head in a long braid that had been adorned with Norse beads. Despite having handsome facial features, his torched skin would’ve been easily identified as ‘burns of the third degree’ (nearly down to the bone), and from what it looked like, the burns were over his entire body excluding the scalp, the mere expression(his eyes are closed, and he’s giving an ‘angry face’) and scars on his face made him look older than he really was. The rags adorned by the man were elegant dress cloths, the kind a prince might’ve worn to a ball if not covered in blood.
From behind, the clothing looked beautiful, his hair had been styled into kinsman’s Mohawk would have been given the impression that he was a noble (due to the solid gold bands and beads in the braid); as if he had stepped right out of a painting, despite the skin color, but from up front they were torn and ravaged by man, monster and beast alike. A white button-up long sleeved with gold insignia’s stained by bodily fluid that could only be identified as ‘that which drips from the wounded’, the sleeves were absolutely ruined, its elbows were torn and, whatever remained of the forearm of the sleeves were, like his mouth, drenched in blood that could neither be identified as fresh or dry. The pants the man wore were some form of baggy leather that had plates on the knees and thighs, but otherwise provided no real protection physically, his boots were plated as well; the large bolts in the boots seemed large enough that they might go into the poor man’s leg. Over his 'Noble garbs', he had chains dangling from his neck, the kind a prison might have to restrain something that was far stronger than a normal man, there must have been over 250 pounds worth of rusted metal were bound around his neck, his hands were cuffed together, a ball and chain was attached to his right ankle…How was he standing straight up without a problem? (All the chains are rusted to the point where they might be over 100 years old)
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: On the side of his head.
Rank: D-rank
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