Styxx Acheron

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@Drakey@BespeckledCeph

Grim touched the brim of his hat to Azrael in respect, then turned to the draconic female. 

"You may be a 'beast,' but you are still a female, are you not?" Grim drawled causally, refusing to get irritated with a female he barely knew. "In my book, that makes you a 'Miss,' and it's how i show respect." He met her half mechanical blue gaze with a golden one, pupils turning to slits, reflecting the light. He tilted his head at her in a very feline way when she suggested he keep his hands on his Jack Daniels. He smiled, and purposely flashed a sharp looking canine at her.

"I suggest you not tell me what to do," he purred. "I'm older, and more dangerous than you may think, young one." Oh, yes, he knew she was young, he could smell the youth in her skin and scales. He could also smell the ozone that shimmered over them. "Don't think to shock me. You'll never make contact."

He let his form shimmer out of eyesight for a few heartbeats, then solidified. He knocked back his shot of whisky and poured another, all while his hand remained on his bicep. Then, tired of the posturing, he removed his hand from his bicep to take of his stetson and to shake out his neck length brown black hair. 

"I came for a drink, Draco," He used the latin term for dragon. "Not a fight. And neither, it seems, did you." He motioned to her sign, and bit his lip ring in thought.

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@Drakey

Clad in black from head to toe, save for the chain clipped to a belt loop that led back to the wallet in his back pocket, and the two handles of the pistols in the holsters at each hip, Grim cut a dark figure as he stepped into the virtual bar. The low lights of the place flashed glimpses of the spiraling dragon tattoo on his wrist and forearm, leading up to the rolled up sleeves of his button down shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, slightly exposing high collarbones and naturally tanned skin. Golden eyes scanned the bar, pupils contracting into slits for a moment to adjust to the light. His lips quirked when he saw the sign next to the only woman in there. He hung back for a minute when another male with robotic body parts went and sat next to her.

Tilting his head in thought, black stetson covering an eye from view, he hummed a small snatch of a song. Internally shrugging, he walked to the seat in the other side of the woman, noting her draconic features and black metal arm. His chain jingled as he walked and sat down. He motioned to the robotic bartender.

"Jack Daniels whisky," he drawled in the Texan accent that had not faded one bit in all his years roaming the states. "Just bring the whole bottle, partner." He turned to the woman and touched the brim of his hat.

"Evening, Miss," he murmured. He kept his senses open to asses the other male though, and his hand slid up to his left bicep to feel the hidden set of blades strapped there. Another set was on the other arm. He always came prepared. Even in virtual circumstances. He took the bottle from the bartender and poured some whisky into a square shot glass.

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Phoenix perked up when he heard footsteps. He smirked as three new white coats rounded the corner and stopped when they saw the first ones laying on the ground, unconscious. The small of melted plastic, burned flesh and denim reached Phoenix's nose. Two of the newcomers were a male and the third was a female. The female and one other male were ones he had not seen before, and he tilted his head in thought.

Dr. Freemen, the only whitecoat he knew, gave him a withering stare. Nix returned it with a cruel, unsettling smile.

"Phoenix," Freemen was obviously ticked. "How many times are you going to hurt us when we only want to help you?"

"Help me?" Nix snorted. "If what ye do is helping me, then I'd hate tae see what harming me looks like." He shuffled his wings, causing the flaming tips of his feathers to flicker. His hands began to steam once more as a clear warning, though his skin never turned red.

His body temp was four degrees above average so it wasn't really a surprise to anyone who might have read his file. Nix spat an Irish slur at them, then studied them with cold, green blue eyes. He held nothing but contempt and hate for the whitecoats so they never saw the kindness in his heart.

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Habitual Spy

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I was invited here courtesy of @Drakey.
Come meet my boy, Grim.

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Phoenix glowered at the whitecoats who came to his cage. One of them was obviously new, for he stared in awe at the tall male with flaming, feathery hair that reached to below his shoulder blades, blue green eyes and golden skin. Phoenix's long limbs were graceful even as he scooted further back into his cage. He narrowed his eyes at the restraints they had in their hands and knew it was that time of day where they would try to get him to use his pyrokinesis so they could poke him with needles again. Fuck that. He couldn't command fire on purpose yet, but he could heat his hands up to a burning hot temperature.

He'd given more than two whitecoats burn scars. A smirk touched his lips at the memory, curving his full lips into a cruel smile. He concentrated on raising his body temp. The whitecoat who'd dealt with Nix before motioned to Nix's now steaming hand and issued a warning to the newbie.

"Careful with The Phoenix," he said. "He'll burn you, and it will leave scars. He's also very strong. He works out despite how small we make his containment unit." The newbie gulped visibly, looking at the thick plastic restraints in his hands with mistrust, then back at the avian hybrid in the cage. He was rewarded with a mockery of a smile.

"Try it, boyo."

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With burns on both the newbie and the experienced whitecoat who lay on the ground next to the melted restraints, cupping themselves, Nix had his brilliant, flaming wings half unfurled, the tips of his feathers flickering with tongues of flame. He tilted his head in satisfied thought, hair falling to cover half of his beautifully sculpted face. Nix gives a satisfied hum and climbs up onto the top of cage, too tall for any of the whitecoats to reach him.

He sits and waits. He knows he can't find his way out of where he is being kept, so he makes it a game to see how long it takes for other whitecoats to come find out why he's not being poked and prodded yet.

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Phoenix

Phoenix "Nix"

I drew that myself cuz i couldn't find what i wanted.

"I won't pick a fight with ya, boyo, but I am no' gonna let ya beat me up."

Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Pheonix | Font Color: f26522 | Experiment No. 259

Gender
Male

Age
18

Date of Birth
August 29th

Physical Appearance
At a lean height of 6'3, with flaming, feathery hair that reaches to below his shoulder blades, Nix is easily awe-inspiring to strangers. Named for the bird of myth, Nix often has a few whitecoats refer to him as The Phoenix, for his mannerisms and the way he holds himself are almost ethereal. Long, graceful limbs and green blue eyes, angular facial features and high cheekbones. His skin is a pale golden color, and along his spine is a scar about 6 inches long. His muscles are sleek and streamlined, not at all like the ones you might see on a body builder. His slightly loose clothes hide the power in his body, which has caused many opponents to underestimate him. An irish trinity knot rests on a slender, strong chain around his neck.

Personality
He is calm and quiet most of the time, preferring to watch things progress. He's sarcastic, especially when dealing with whitecoats and erasers. He's as protective as a dragon and twice as fierce. Nix can be foul tempered when it rains or after a fight due to the overabundance of adrenaline his body produces. He has strong insecurities but prefers not to voice them, and he occasionally snaps, then flies off to blow off steam (sometimes literally). Nix hates having his feet knocked out from under him, or having his legs pinned due to the accident and then screwed up surgery he had been given. He sometimes has nightmares over the memories.

Strengths
Fast and graceful flier, can be counted on to remain steady when in a tough situation, and he's extremely strong from having to drag himself around for almost six years. He does his own strict, rigorous physical workout to remain so.

Weaknesses
Phoenix can be hot tempered when provoked, despite his normally calm and quiet demeanor. His pyrokinesis needs work. He almost set his bed on fire once. He panics if his legs are pinned, and gets angry when they are knocked out from underneath him. The scar along his spinal cord aches and hurts him sometimes.

Mutant Powers
Pyrokinesis-Fire manipulation.

Wing Appearance
With a mighty wingspan of 15 feet, multiple hues of reds, yellows and faint hints of orange glow in sunlight, giving the appearance that they're made of fire.

Background Story
Phoenix's mom's sister was a whitecoat who injected avian dna into the womb when his mother was pregnant. His mother had no clue. And when he was only a year old, he and his parents got into a terrible car accident. Both parents died in the crash, his aunt immediately claimed him. Phoenix was horribly injured in the accident, and his legs were paralyzed. The whitecoat whisked him off to a laboratory on the far Irish coast where the scientists tried to fix his legs. they failed and for six years they tried to find a solution.

At the age of four, he began to grow his wings, and it was painful for him. He lay in his bed crying for days on end. when he was eight, the scientists finally found a way to fix his legs. They operated on him, injected him with various chemicals, sewed him up and restricted him to his bed for four months. His slightly advanced healing helped though. When his back was healed they taught him to walk and it was slow going. To punish him when he failed to do what exercises they wanted him to do, they would often knock his feet out from under him or to pin them to the ground. He'd land on on his wings and it would hurt.

when he was 12, they moved him to a laboratory in America where he's been ever since. He's only just noW discovered his pyrokinesis.

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Styxx I love your drawing!! And also your character is fantastic. I love the fact that his ability is fire. It will come in handy and also nice job on the background story.
@Styxx Acheron

That is understandable. If you guys are still interested later down the road just let me know and I will gladly welcome you into the RP.
@Potter

@Natascha

Imma move Nix to the Character tab if that's alright with you. Also, thank you! His fire will come in handy, yes, lol. As for the background story, I've been formulating that for him since I read the series and decided I wanted to make my own Avian hybrid.

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Phoenix "Nix"

I drew that myself cuz i couldn't find what i wanted.

"I won't pick a fight with ya, boyo, but I am no' gonna let ya beat me up."

Theme Song: Fall Out Boy - Pheonix | Font Color: f26522 | Experiment No. 259

Gender
Male

Age
18

Date of Birth
August 29th

Physical Appearance
At a lean height of 6'3, with flaming, feathery hair that reaches to below his shoulder blades, Nix is easily awe-inspiring to strangers. Named for the bird of myth, Nix often has a few whitecoats refer to him as The Phoenix, for his mannerisms and the way he holds himself are almost ethereal. Long, graceful limbs and green blue eyes, angular facial features and high cheekbones. His skin is a pale golden color, and along his spine is a scar about 6 inches long. His muscles are sleek and streamlined, not at all like the ones you might see on a body builder. His slightly loose clothes hide the power in his body, which has caused many opponents to underestimate him. An irish trinity knot rests on a slender, strong chain around his neck.

Personality
He is calm and quiet most of the time, preferring to watch things progress. He's sarcastic, especially when dealing with whitecoats and erasers. He's as protective as a dragon and twice as fierce. Nix can be foul tempered when it rains or after a fight due to the overabundance of adrenaline his body produces. He has strong insecurities but prefers not to voice them, and he occasionally snaps, then flies off to blow off steam (sometimes literally). Nix hates having his feet knocked out from under him, or having his legs pinned due to the accident and then screwed up surgery he had been given. He sometimes has nightmares over the memories.

Strengths
Fast and graceful flier, can be counted on to remain steady when in a tough situation, and he's extremely strong from having to drag himself around for almost six years. He does his own strict, rigorous physical workout to remain so.

Weaknesses
Phoenix can be hot tempered when provoked, despite his normally calm and quiet demeanor. His pyrokinesis needs work. He almost set his bed on fire once. He panics if his legs are pinned, and gets angry when they are knocked out from underneath him. The scar along his spinal cord aches and hurts him sometimes.

Mutant Powers
Pyrokinesis-Fire manipulation.

Wing Appearance
With a mighty wingspan of 15 feet, multiple hues of reds, yellows and faint hints of orange glow in sunlight, giving the appearance that they're made of fire.

Background Story
Phoenix's mom's sister was a whitecoat who injected avian dna into the womb when his mother was pregnant. His mother had no clue. And when he was only a year old, he and his parents got into a terrible car accident. Both parents died in the crash, his aunt immediately claimed him. Phoenix was horribly injured in the accident, and his legs were paralyzed. The whitecoat whisked him off to a laboratory on the far Irish coast where the scientists tried to fix his legs. they failed and for six years they tried to find a solution.

At the age of four, he began to grow his wings, and it was painful for him. He lay in his bed crying for days on end. when he was eight, the scientists finally found a way to fix his legs. They operated on him, injected him with various chemicals, sewed him up and restricted him to his bed for four months. His slightly advanced healing helped though. When his back was healed they taught him to walk and it was slow going. To punish him when he failed to do what exercises they wanted him to do, they would often knock his feet out from under him or to pin them to the ground. He'd land on on his wings and it would hurt.

when he was 12, they moved him to a laboratory in America where he's been ever since. He's only just now discovered his pyrokinesis.

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I am Sooooooooooooooooooooooo interested