Liseran Thistle — Roleplayer Guild

fun fact, i thought pheonix up before i thought eris up, so i guess technically he's older despite being younger then them.

edit: I NEVER PUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET HERE OMG MY SONS BEEN ALL ALONE FOR MONTHS IN THE OOC!
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character you have created: Fexiote (Prounounced Fesh-e-oat-ay) or Fexi (Fe-shi the 'E' is soft like the 'E' in 'flesh' or 'fresh')

Alias: Pheonix

Speech Color: Maroon

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Known
	
Character Personality: Pheonix is a very quiet person, he doesn't talk much. Though that doesn't mean he's stoic and unmovable. He has emotions just like anyone else, he just expresses them differently than others. His anger is his weakness and his strength, as it is literally what fuels his power. He can get pretty angry at things, even things that are what others would think are small inconviences. Though he tries, his anger gets the best of him sometimes, and he often ends up hurting people because of it. Pheonix is slow to apologize, more out of awkwardness than pride. He likes helping people, and he wants to be a hero with his power, but he knows that his power can be very scary to some. He also knows he can hurt others with his power if he's not careful.
 
Uniform/costume:

(Pheonix's hair is realllllllly long, and luminous looking no one knows how he keeps it so pretty looking, especially with all that ash.)

(Rolun is a fake language.)

Origin Info/Details: Fexiote was born in a small village located in the middle of the ocean. His parents were not very active in his life, and when he was about 4 they were both killed. The village he lived in had customs, traditions that demanded to be followed till the end of time. Their leader, a man called Yulioxolo (Pronounced Yu-lee-oh-show-lo) claimed to be immortal, he had magick powers that proved it. Fexi understood that his culture was one from long ago, almost long forgotten. They called themselves "Rolonu" (Pronounced Row-Low-New) which is Rolun for "Hidden". "No one but us speaks our language, no one but us eats our food, for we are the pure, the ones hidden from the world." Yulioxolo said that the night his parents died. It was one of the few things Fexi remembers him saying from when he was a child. On that night, his parents had been choosen for the sacrfice. 

His sister, the only person he had then, explained to him before they attended the ceramony what the sacrfice was for. "Mala and Paxa (Paw-sha) have been chosen, little one. They are going to our God, the one in the sea. They will not return,   but their souls will feed him and he will be happy. They were good people, and good people keep him happy. They taste the best." She tried her best to put a positive spin on it, but it didn't stop Fexi from crying then. "It's okay to cry, for you will miss them. But one day, you will see them again. If you are good like Mala and Paxa were, we can both see them again in the sea. Maybe one day, we will be chosen to go." She kissed his forehead, and Fexi watched his parents drown. 

Years later, he became quite the eccentric little boy. He had outbursts, and would often play tricks on his neighbors. He soon garnered the name "Fexixote" (Fesh-shi-show-te) (which is a play on the word wildfire in Rolun) Many liked him well enough, he wasn't particularly mean just oddly emotional. His pranks almost never worked, and no matter what his sister always forgave him. 
Everything was going great on the little island he lived on, until Fexiote heard a conversation he should never have heard. The talk was between Yulioxolo and a strange man with a red coat. Back then, Fexi could not understand what they were saying as they were both talking in a language he had never heard before. The Red Coat reached into his jacket, and took out a mysterious orange jewel that glowed. Yulioxolo and The Red Coat hid behind a corner, trying to be unseen and speaking in a different language to be misunderstood. Fexi didn't understand the scene at first, but then a voice whispered to him in Rolun, and it asked him a question. "Thexi yu eresil thulix?" Do you wish to know what the jewel is? 

Fexi nodded, slowly. "Thulix yu dere funkil, Fexixolo." It is the key to me, Pheonix. Fexi still didn't understand. "Rexi rexu, hulike yu dere ghox. Thulix gre erexil, Fexixolo." Take the jewel, and the spirit will reveal itself to you. The Jewel is knowledge, Pheonix. Fexi understood then. He had to take the jewel from The Red Coat. Said man hid it away, and began to walk away. Yulioxolo rounded the corner, and bumped into Fexiote. He looked down at the boy, who began to ask questions about which way his ball went. Yulioxolo rolled his eyes, and shooed the boy away, the latter gladly obeyed thankful that his quick lie was brought easily.

That night, Yulixolo announced that The Red Coat would be staying with them for the next month. "He is a friend, and shall be treated as one." He said. A friend of Yulioxolo was a friend to all Rolonu. The Red Coat, who said his name was Thaddeus Goodoire, was very friendly. He didn't treat anyone terribly when he stayed with the village people, and everyone loved him. Everyone, except Fexi's sister (Semix means sister in Rolun. Pronounced Se-meesh, again the 'E' is soft.) Fexi's Semix did not trust The Red Coat, but Thaddeus had taken a liking to her. He fell in love with her in a week, and decided he must take her back with him to his country. Fexi's Semix declined, "I cannot go, I would reveal the secret of all Rolonu and that is forbidden. We are to stay hidden." She had said.

 Thaddeus grew angry then. On the last night, he planned to kidnap her. Fexi he-ard him, yet again in that strange language, talking to the orange ewel. The voice whispered to Fexi again. "Semix fruline thused gre therix. Thulix gre frolike monu erexis, bruy thuy er froi, Felixolo. Wiyla hu airy dre gre yulix!" He plans to take your sister. The jewel is his key, take it Pheonix. Gain your wings, and fly!  Fexi jumped from his hiding spot behind The Red Coat's door, and lunged for the jewel. The Red Coat stood up, startled. He was raving mad at Fexi, and easily flung him aside. Fexi laid on his side, hurting. 

Fexi heard a scream, and then the breaking of wood. He got up, and stumbled to his Semix's room only to be met with a grisly sight. The Red Coat held a bloodied Semix in his hands, his fist was wrapped around her neck and he held her dramaticlly in the air. Her legs kicked at him, but he refused to let go. Fexi didn't have time to wonder how a man could possibly hold so much strenght in one hand. He beat against the side of The Red Coat, but it did nothing. 

Fexi watched his parents drown at 4. He watched his sister suffocate to death at 14. The Red Coat dropped her lifeless body by his feet, Fexi could see the orange jewel clutched in his other hand. He held it so tight, Fexi noticed. He stared at The Red Coats hand, and the glow of the Jewel because it was easier than looking at his Semix on the floor. The Red Coat said something, but Fexi did not understand. He stared at the jewel, and the man picked him up effortlessly. He shook him violently, yet Fexi's eyes never left the jewel. By this point, The Red Coat felt so much anger and hatred for Fexi in him. 

He dragged the boy outside, and threw him down on the front steps. The Red Coat said something, and raised the jewel in the air. He threw it down, and flames hotter than any Xeote (Rolun for match stick, and it is in fact what Fexi is named after) bundle burst from the rock. Everything scorched around Fexi, accept himself. The flames licked him, and seemed to grab him every chance they got, but no matter what they could not take him like they did everything else. 

People came from other houses, screaming about how The Red Coat's house was on fire. Fexi could hear them calling his house "The Red Coat's" house. He felt sick, and far too hot, and yet he did not burn. When the flames died, it was dawn. Nothing was left. Nothing but Fexi, and his Semix's winter shawl. It had blown out a window before the flames could take it. Fexi had stayed on the steps, or what was the steps of his house. Some tried to console him, patting his back and apologizing. He was alone now, no one to call family. "Yu yulike fru dre hyui" You will always have me. Said the voice. And Fexi couldn't argue with that. He welcomed the voice, whoever they were. "Golux dere thuh thre sader drelix, thru freg hui yu eres xi." I am that God in the Sea, the one who burns for eternity. Yulioxolo came upon the scene, and looked horrified. His friend was gone, dead. Taken by fire. Yulioxolo blamed Fexi, as he was the only one who seemed untouched by the flames. 

"If not for you, he would still be here! Traitor!" Yulioxolo had spat. He was taken over by anger, but no one knew why at Fexi. Yulioxolo ordered for Fexi to be given to the God, and at this point everyone in the village had heard and was very concerned for their leaders mind. The boy has clearly lost everything, why take his life now? Nonetheless, they complied and took Fexi to the port. The Port was where all sacrifices were held. The Offering namely the person being pushed into the sea, were not shackled or chained in anyway. In fact, there was nothing to stop the Offering from swimming to safety. Nothing but the water itself. They called the sea Golux (Pronounced Go-Loosh, meaning God) and it showed, as no matter how calm it seemed, the water would hold you. The water never raged, it was quiet and the most beautiful crystal blue anyone had ever seen. To swim in it is to ensure death. The waves whispered to its Offerings. They dragged you to the bottom like a stone. They made you want to drown, to join the others down below.

To finally hit the bottom of Golux is said to be euphoric. To others, it seemed as if Yulioxolo was, while very angry and willing to kill the boy, not mad enough to torture him. This relaxed some. "You will be with them now, Fexiote." Yulioxolo said, coldly. "You are but a child, so I cannot impose harm on you. The waves will take you to your Frelike (Pronounced Fray-Lee, meaning family.) The God will judge you, not I." Fexi said nothing, he accepted his death.

At 4 Fexi saw his parents drown in these very calm waters. At 14 he saw a mysterious stranger strangle his sister. And shortly after she left the world, he tried to follow her.

The waves whispered sweet forgiveness in his ears as he fell deeper into the water. But beyond them, another voice whipsered louder. "Yu dre wiyli aser thulix dere thul, Felixolo?" Do you wish to have wings, Pheonix? It asked.

"Xa..."(Pronounced Sha, meaning yes.) Wings sounded nice, everything sounded nice when he was at the bottom of the ocean. His lungs grew tighter, but he did not mind them closing. 
"Yu rexu gre thuy frelike gru, Felixolo" I will give you wings and a family, Pheonix. 

Suddenly, everything grew hot. Fexi could breathe, and this time he was not calm. He felt the hot pricks of anger poke at him all the way from the bottom of the sea. His skin was blistering, but he didn't care. The water around him was boiling, until he grew so hot he evaporated it all into steam. Hot geyser air rose in the air, and Fexi could feel his anger burst out of him. They were heavy on his back, but soon they felt like air. Wings of flame came from him, they were so erratic and wild, they tried to burn him but he would not catch. Screams of terror could be heard below, and Fexi looked down to see terrified people. He scanned their faces trying to see anyone he recognized.

But he knew no one below him. He flew above a city he did not know, and people who held strange glittering devices in their hands. "Wyli...Whe..." He tried to speak, his words getting jumbled in a strange conglemeration of language. "Whe...where...am I?" He said. He was scared now, his anger gone. And with it, went his wings. He fell from the sky, but someone caught him in the nick of time. They wore a uniform, black and green and silver. And pinned to their chest a tiny little pin, one that Fexi recognized as a moth. He felt himself in the arms of a stranger, and yet he could've sworn that they too had wings on their back.

When he woke up, the stranger who saved him was there. He smiled at Fexi. "You're awake now." He said. He had a nice voice, calming like the waves. "Do you think you can speak?" The stranger asked.

"X...a...Yes. Yes I...can talk." Fexi said. His language was slurred, and he kept mixing Rolun with whatever he was speaking now. The stranger nodded his head, kindly.

"What's your name? I'm Crow, I saved you from a pretty nasty fall back there." He said.

Fexi tried to think of his name, but the only thing coming to mind was the word Pheonix. Fexixolo. It was what the voice called him. "Pheonix." He told the stranger. Crow had been the first person Fexi had ever spoken to, before he formerly joined Paradox Agency. 

Hero Select one): Elemental fire controlled by rage, given to him as a gift by a God. 
Power Level (Select one below): city Level

Powers (Be Specific): 	Pheonix has the ability to summon wings of flame and fly, as well as scorch anything in his path as long as he is angry enough to summon them. 

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 6"5 (He is tall)
Weight: 225 pounds
Strength Level: super human strength
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: super human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 17 hours
Agility: Super Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Extreme
 
Weaknesses: He fears water, and suffocating. His fear can stifle his anger, which in turn gets rid of his wings. Pheonix has to remain angry when fighting, otherwise he loses his powers.

Supporting Characters: Crow Dreiford, a friend of his at Paradox who bears black wings on his back. Leila Mayner, his friend and boss in a way. Eris Goodoire, a good person who Pheonix thinks is nice (Though he swears they seem so familiar to him somehow...). Hailey Hughes, a friend of his at Paradox who bears humming bird wings on her back. Mindy Diasco, a brilliant and pretty scientist who loves Eris dearly.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: yes.

Sample Post:

(ust so you guys can get a feel for him.)
 
"The Bermuda Triangle is a mystery I have been trying to solve for years." Marian said. She stood in Leila's office, papers and maps scattered all over the floor in an attempt to explain to her the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. She pointed to one map pinned up to the wall, scribbled and littered with notes. "Right here is where I'm most concerned, because it's where the planes are most likely to get lost in. And here," She pointed a little ways to the left. "Is where I believe the cause of the disapperances resides." Leila, who had been supervising Marian Freedman's claim, nodded along as if agreeing but then said something quite alarming.

"This all seems quite interesting Ms. Freedman, but I'm afraid this mystery isn't really a personal problem of your's. It seems more like a hobby than anything." She said. Marian nodded.

"I understand completely, but I'm not interested in the Triangle for nothing Leila. It's taken someone from me. My sister." Her tone became deflated. "She was an airline pilot who did tropical flights. One night, she crossed the Triangle, and never came back."

"But the flight did." Leila continued. "I remember hearing this story on the news about 2 years ago. The passengers, and even the Co-Pilot made it back home safely, but the Pilot hadn't. No one could even recall when she disappeared, for they say they heard her voice on the intercom and the Co-Pilot was sure that she was sitting next to him when they landed." She scratched her chin, curious. "That was a strange predicament. How does one go missing in front of dozens of people like that?"

"I don't know, all I know is that the Triangle is not what it seems." Marian said. "It's not just a myth made by conspiracy theorists. The Triangle is...alive. Or at least sentient. Something out there is taking ships and planes with it." 

"I think I know just the Agent to help you, Ms. Freedman. This case seems Paradoxical enough in nature." She said, smiling.
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Pheonix stood in the planes doorway, his poncho wildly fluttering in the wind. He tied his hair back to keep it out of his face, but a few sand colored strands escaped. Marian Freedman, his client, was flying the plane lower. "Alright, you're gonna jump in a little while!" She yelled over the wind. "I'd try to fly closer, but the plane might go down! So you will have to make the trip by yourself." Pheonix nodded, he felt a pang of fear. He swallowed it, upon realizing he'd need his wings to fly.He waited for the signal, and then Marian shouted "Now!" And he jumped from the plane. The world seemed a blur as wind flew past his face. He tried to tell himself to calm down, and when he finally did, he felt his wings release, but a tad bit too late. 

He hit water, but he flapped his wings twice to soften the landing a bit. He landed near a shore line, and stood up quickly once he realized where he was. He flew into the air, away from the water, and finally stood on solid ground. He was on an island, one that he knew to be his island. The island hidden from the world, home of the Rolonu. The God at the Bottom of the Sea whispered to him, "No one is here, Pheonix. You are in a time without them." Pheonix knew that already. He was a stranger from the past, someone of this world but in the wrong time. The God who Whispered to him tried to explain this when he first woke up in Paradox HQ. The God in the Sea had given him a new family and wings just as he promised. Pheonix wasn't sure if he was happy with it though. 

He walked further into the depths of the Islands forest, and found a path he remembered from childhood. It was a pathway used to get food from the tree groves, he remembered walking along on warm sunny afternoons with his sister to get Banana's and small honey suckle flowers. He trudged along the path, trying to erase the image of his sister from his head. He couldn't think of her while he was here, it would be too much for him to bare. Soon he came across the grove, and noticed that the trees were more plentiful than they had been when he was a child. Probably because there was no one here but animals to pick them now.

He looked around, and wondered shortly just what was he supposed to be looking for. A woman? The island seemed barren. He could fly up to get a better view, but he didn't want to risk burning the beautiful honey suckle bushes nearby. He decided to continue walking. Perhaps the woman had stumbled upon his empty village. As he neared the entrance he remembered so fondly, he could hear a strange static noise coming from within the village. "Come on! Work, you stupid thing!" It wasn't a woman's voice, but that of a man's. As Pheonix entered the villlage he saw a man in rags, banging on what he had come to know as a radio. Pheonix could feel his frustration.

The man turned, and yelled when he saw Pheonix. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, scared. Pheonix raised a hand in greeting, trying to calm the man. 

"I'm here to help." Pheonix said. The man squinted at him, but his eyes widened upon seeing the moth pinned to his poncho.

"You're a Paradox Agent?" He asked. "That's great! Get me off this island!' He ran up to Pheonix, frantically shaking his arm.

"Okay, we go. But first, I need to find a woman." He tried to explain as best he could, but his english could still use some work.

"Woman? You mean...." He looked back at the radio. "There's a crazy lady who lives up there, in the mountains." He pointed up where Pheonix remembered the Leader slept. His house must still be standing, for her to live up there.

"Take me to woman. Now." He said. The man shook his head, scared.

"No, what are you crazy? Lets leave! What did you come in on?" Pheonix shook the man off, and headed for the mountains. He would just find his way to her with his memory. "Okay, okay fine! I'll help you!" He said. "There used to be a pathway up to the mountain top but-"

"It's gone." Pheonix finished. The man nodded, slowly. 

"Yeah...hey, how did you find me?" He asked.

"I used to live here. Long time ago." He answered. "Your radio was also loud..." 

"Woah, wait. This place is your native land? You're one of the...locals?" He looked around, confused. "I thought you were all gone? Where did you all go?"

"I don't know. I left before I could find out what happened to the others." Pheonix said. "Why...are you here? How you find my village?" 

The man perked up, "Oh, I'm an Anthropologist from the states. My name is Cedric Rails, I was going to take a look at things in Tahiti, some old artifacts from the Bentu people that were recently discovered, when the plane crashed and I ended up here." He explained.

"Where the plane?" Pheonix asked. He didn't see one on the shoreline.

Cedric stopped. "Well. I'd like to know that too. The plane definitely crashed, but where it is on this island, I couldn't tell you." He said.

"Island is big." Pheonix conceded.

"Yeah, it is, but I've been on it for about 2 years now. I've searched every where and still can't find any ruins of a plane." They reached the beginning of the mountain trail. "All I've been able to find is your people's village, and that hut on the mountain. With the crazy lady in it." 

2 years, he claims. He must be from the same flight, for what are the odds of two people going to the same place, but only one of them making headlines? Pheonix began the trek up the mountain, retracing his steps from the days he went to see Yulioxolo to relay messages. Cedric, having taken in interest in his culture, badgered him with questions. "What did your people call themselves? Were they violent, wait excuse me that was rude of me. I mean, did they ever fight with other tribes or villages? Were there rituals of any kind?"

"Can't tell you anything." Pheonix replied. "It's a secret."

"What? Seriously?" He complained. "Can you at least tell me what you called yourselves?"

"We were Rolonu." He answered.

Cedric stayed quiet for awhile. "Rolunu...?"

"Rolonu. It means 'Hidden'." Pheonix corrected him. As they walked, Cedric began to ask questions about Pheonix himself. The trek up the mountain seemed longer than he remembered.

"Why did you leave? How did you leave? Paradox HQ is all the way in Jersey, and where here in the Bermuda." He pondered.

"I...I don't really remember how I got to Paradox." Pheonix said.

"You have amnesia?" Cedric asked. Pheonix shook his head.

"Bits and pieces float around in my head. I just...I don't know." He said. "It's strange, it is. To think about how I got....to there." 

Cedric looked at him sadly. "What's your name? I completely forgot to ask."

"Pheonix."

"Well Pheonix, hopefully we can all get off this island in one piece. Do you miss home?" He said.

"Sometimes." Pheonix answered. They reached the broken down mountain path. "I know a way around." 

Cedric followed Pheonix, and soon they reached the top of the mountain. A big hut decorated with ceramonial regalia and words in Rolun stood at the very top. A woman sat on the front steps. Judging from her clothes, Pheonix had no doubt that she was the missing pilot. She stood up upon seeing them, and held something out to them.

"Careful, she has a knife." Cedric warned. Pheonix could see that was not the only thing in her hand. She held a necklace in her other hand, and it had a familiar orange glint. The God whispered to him, "Ah, I see you've found a part of my key." 

"WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR?!" She demanded. Cedric held his hands up, frightened.

"We're just here to talk. We're leaving the island now." he told her, wary. 

"Come with us." Pheonix said. She would not listen.

"You. He warned me about a Rolonu coming to take him away from me." She said, in quiet suspicion. "WELL YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! The Jewel is mine, Felixolo." Cedric looked at Pheonix.

"See? I told you she was crazy!" He said. The orange jewel had driven her crazy, just like it did Thaddeus Goodoire. There was only one thing Pheonix could do to remove it's influence. Take it for himself. He walked towards her, and told Cedric not to follow him. 

He thought of something that made him angry, and the wings he hid released from his back. Cedric felt hot flames on his face, and backed away quickly. The Pilot held the orange jewel close to her heart. He shot a ball of flame her way, but the jewel protected her. A purplish aura surrounded her. "She has found a way to control the key, Pheonix." The God whispered. Pheonix lunged at her, and a flap of his wings sent him hurtling towards her. The Pilot bowled over on her side, and the jewel went flying and balanced on the side of the mountain's edge. 

Pheonix shoved her aside, and went for the jewel, snatching it up quickly. The minute he touched the jewel, a heat radiated from  it so hot that it burned his hand. He held onto it though, and released a heat of his own, contesting with the spirit inside of it. It soon gave up, and the key glowed a bright orange, before bursting into flames and disappearing. "It is done." Pheonix said. The Pilot  got up from the ground, dazed and slightly confused. The effects of the jewel wore off, and the The God who Whispers voice grew louder to Pheonix. "Very good, Pheonix. The Key is not yet complete, but you have gotten an integral piece.

Pheonix returned to Paradox HQ with the help of Marian, who was finally able to reunite with her sister. The jewel did things to her, but because of Pheonix taking it away, she became her old regular self in no time. Cedric also returned,  but oddly enough no one seemed to know he was gone. 
"So, how was it? Returning back there?" Leila had asked him, as they sat in her office going over the field report.

"It was not...bad. I am still confused, though. About the missing people." He said. "Maybe Triangle worked some kind of magick on them. My leader had powers that could make people see things that weren't there. He was why the island was never discovered." Leila nodded.

"How strange." She said. "Well it certainly sounds like a harrowing tale, Pheonix. I'm sure the others would love to hear you talk about it!" Pheonix laughed, a rare sound.

"Yes, I'm sure a tale like that would be interesting to tell." he said.
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Darius gaped at Leila the entire time she relayed her friends tale over tea. It had been about a month since he got the assignment, but it still made for interesting table talk. "Wow, that's...unbelievable. Like, I literally don't believe you." He said.

Leila chuckled knowingly. "Oh I'm sure in due time the story of Pheonix and the Bermuda Triangle will become believable to you." Darius rolled his eyes.
"There you go again, being all cryptic and spooky." He said. "I doubt there could ever be anything to make me believe such a story. And I probably won't ever meet this Pheonix fella." 

Leila just sipped her tea, a smile on her lips.
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