Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Sept 18, 2018 15:38:44 GMT -5
"Rise"
One can only run from destiny for so long...
Phoenix has been running from his for as long as he can remember. A prophecy passed down through his family for generations has foretold of a [G]ypsy whose power was destined to save their Clan—or destroy it. Believing the worst of the boy born with fire in his eyes, Phoenix was cast out as a child and left to die. He survived, and now he lives his life in the slums of a decrepit town, playing Robin Hood to those less fortunate than himself.
[name] has had enough of doing as she’s told. When her rich parents cross the line and sell her into a marriage she does not want, to save the business her father’s previous actions jeopardized, she runs away. From home, from the life she’s always known, and from the one she no longer wants. But [name] isn’t cut out for a life on the streets, and it soon becomes apparent when all the money and valuables she brought with her is stolen. And it is not just her possessions the lowlifes are after—they want her, too.
She’s saved from an unimaginable fate by a man with more power than any she’s ever seen before. Grateful and wanting to repay him—somehow—she follows him when he takes his leave, and from there she is drawn into a world of magic and adventure that she never could have imagined. And when Phoenix’s past comes knocking, she is determined to convince him that saving his people is exactly what he was always meant to do.
Will Phoenix be able to let go of his pride to do what is right? Or will the pain of betrayal bring about the very thing he has spent his life trying to avoid? And when all is said and done, on which side will [name] be standing on? Will she return to the easy life she’s always known, or remain with the people who taught her the true meaning of family?
Phoenix Rising
[ Theme Songs: All In, by Brad Paisley; Last One Standing, by Simple Plan; Titanium, by David Guetta (feat. Sia) ]
Age: 21
Description: Phoenix stands just over 6’3 and weighs about 180lbs. He has lived (and still does, for the most part) a hard life, so it’s hardly surprising that his body reflects that. He spent much of his childhood running from authorities, so his legs are well-toned and muscular, and he has very good stamina, all helped along by a rigorous workout regime. The workouts aren’t just to make him stronger, however; they are also a way for him to let off some steam, and it sometimes helps him with control—of his temper and his powers. He’s a bit wide in the shoulders, less so than a football player but more so than a hockey player. Phoenix doesn’t exactly hide the fact he’s well-toned and in shape, but he doesn’t flaunt it either. He wears t-shirts usually, showing off his arms, but he isn’t a fan of confinement so they’re often baggy enough to hide his pecs and abs. Phoenix also has several small scars all over his arms and torso, and a few on his legs. Phoenix’s hair is, simply put, red. A shocking, flame-red that often has people doing a double-take to make sure his head isn't on fire. It’s length could either be considered semi-long or semi-short, depending on your viewpoint. In back it falls to the middle of his neck; around the side of his head it's long enough to cover the top half of his ears; and in the front it hides his forehead and is constantly falling in his eyes. Short as it is, Phoenix’s hair is quite straight. But when it starts growing longer, and when it's damp, it has a slight curl at the tips. Phoenix’s eyes are like a furnace: filled with fire and constantly burning. They're a vivid amber-gold colour that is ever in motion. The hue changes with his moods; the colours brighten and darken with his temper. If ever you want to know what Phoenix is feeling or thinking, just meet his fiery gaze—you'll know soon enough.
Characteristics: Phoenix is very hot-tempered and easily riled; it doesn't take much to make him angry, and there are some who say he's always angry. He's challenging and incredibly stubborn. He is never easy to deal with, and he is very averse to authority figures and anyone who acts like one. He is completely and utterly fearless—there is nothing that would make him back down from a threat or a challenge. He can be extremely protective of those close to him, to the point of being overbearing (to them) and downright dangerous (to anyone who threatens them). He is very reactive, with no ability or desire to hide how he feels or what he thinks, though his reactions may vary from something as simple as a muttered curse to a full-on (and often literal) explosion.
Power: Telekinesis (Power of Energy) As a telekinetic [G]ypsy, Phoenix has a wide range of abilities. In simple terms, he can manipulate matter itself. The most popular manifestation of this power is moving objects with nothing but his mind. He is capable of much more, but as his powers are emotion-based (react and manifest strongest when he is emotional), Phoenix’s powers tend to appear more limited than they are. In truth, his telekinetic strength has only one limit: his mind. Basically, if he thinks/believes he can do it, he can. He can lift/shift/move large masses that no physical strength could move; he can create force fields/shields out of nothing but pure energy; he could even levitate/fly if he really wanted to. He just hasn't quite figured out how to properly utilize his abilities to their full potential.
[Un]usual Skills: parkour expert, and a moderate martial artist, though he is often too emotional during a fight to properly use those skills; surprisingly good at making things, considering his tendency to break things with the slightest pressure, and he actually enjoys creating things out of wood and stone, though he rarely takes the time to do such; incredible instincts: he is often the first to sense danger, and the first into it.
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Post by Adria on Sept 18, 2018 17:40:03 GMT -5
( I can, of course, fill out a larger form with more information if desired, but here's a gist of what I think would work. All of her information is subject to change, of course ) Dakota Grace Landell - 18 - Former Prom Queen & Cheerleader Dark brown hair with ginger undertones and a slight wave to it; pale hazel eyes mostly green, blue, and grey; athletic build; doesn't know her own strength; prefers pale greens and blues for clothes; always wears a small golden bracelet; used to wear makeup daily before leaving home. Hot-headed leading her to make rash and split-second decisions without thinking about the consequences; wise in terms of understanding the emotions of others; naive in terms of having no life experience; she grew up sheltered and really has no idea what it means to survive alone; sweet and caring when it comes to friends; showed a mean-streak during her time in high school that could potentially lead to trouble in their current town
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Post by Adria on Sept 18, 2018 21:04:40 GMT -5
( That'll add some spice to the roleplay! Everything needs a bit of spice ;P He seems like a well-developed character, I'm actually impressed. I'll be interested to see how these two characters end up meshing. Would you like me to start? )
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Post by Adria on Sept 18, 2018 21:17:50 GMT -5
( Alright, I'll get one up before the night is over. x) It'll likely be kind of long; please don't feel obligated to match since there's going to be some backstory! )
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Post by Adria on Sept 18, 2018 23:40:31 GMT -5
Dakota Grace “You know this isn’t fair!”
Her parents shared a knowing look with one another, the pair remaining silent for several long moments. During this, her heart raced and beat painfully in her chest. It was just another symptom of the backstabbing she had received earlier in the month.
“If we go under, then what do you think will happen to you? We can’t afford to send you to college, buy you nice clothes, and offer all the expensive accessories you currently own. We couldn’t even afford to keep this house! What do you mean this isn’t fair? Why wouldn’t you want to help your parents stay afloat?”
There was a pause and then, “Selfish brat.”
And that was the last straw.
It wasn’t the expensive shoes, the car, the massive house… None of that mattered to Dakota. All she wanted to do was live life on her own terms – not those of her parents. All the explanations they gave did nothing to justify their decision in her mind. And she certainly wasn’t being selfish, spoiled, or a brat. She would have gladly given up all the “extras” her parents claimed she needed.
“Plenty of people take out loans, you know.”
“I’m not completely disabled! I can work any job!”
“Keeping this house is more important to you than your own daughter’s happiness?”
Every explanation she gave was merely shot down. She especially hated the justification “He’s a nice guy, honey. He will take care of you with no problem for the rest of your life!” As if she needed a man to take care of her?
I can take care of myself, thank you very much...
Which is what she planned on doing from now on. She didn’t need anyone’s help – she could survive on her own. The night before, she had packed a couple bags mostly of clothes, jewelry she could pawn, and all the money she had stashed in her undergarments’ drawer.
Then Dakota took off in the dark of the night. It was cold, and she had begun shivering within minutes, but determination burned deep within her. With just a drive alone, she pushed onward until dawn was beginning to break and sleep tugged at the edges of her consciousness.
At 18, her parents couldn’t send the police after her, especially since they had a note taped to their door explaining her disappearance. It didn’t matter how nice, attractive, or well-off the guy was... She didn’t want to marry someone she didn’t know. Especially under the pretense of rectifying her parents’ bad investments.
Dakota chose to wear a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, tennis shoes, a red sweater with her high school’s mascot on it (a white lion), and an expensive pale grey leather jacket atop it all. She kept going for as long as she could, going so far as to hop on a bus. It didn’t drive for long until they threw her out at the last stop. She curled up on a bench, yawning and shivering a bit more. Her bags were resting at her feet. But her eyes just couldn’t stay open any longer...
‘Thwack.’
“Ah, God! No, Frick! My knee, man. MY KNEE.”
The commotion gave her a start and her eyes snapped open, body jolting upright. Two men had Dakota’s belongings thrown over their shoulders.
“Wh-? Hey! Give that back to me!” She was instantly on her feet, grabbing hold of the bag slung across a scruffy blonde guy’s shoulder. He was dressed in ratty, dirty old clothing, and literally smelled like moldy cheese. Dakota grimaced and clung tighter as he yanked the bag back towards himself.
“You little—Let. Go!”
His accomplice, an elderly man in a black beanie was quick to jump to his companion’s defense. He grabbed her arms and though his body looked like skin and bone, he had enough strength to keep her there.
The blonde one stepped away and laughed, turning around to face Dakota. He gave her a quick up and down, appraising his newest victim.
“What’re you doing out here so late, princess?”
Dakota merely glared at him in response, the sudden weight of the situation filling her chest. The man stepped closer and she felt her whole body tense and so did the one behind her. Their sinister laughed broke the night, the perfect theme for the fate that was about to befall her.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Sept 20, 2018 13:13:49 GMT -5
Phoenix was not in the habit of saving damsels. Just the fact he was thinking that word at all as he stared across the street at the girl made him want to roll his eyes at himself. He wasn’t a hero, and he had no desire to be one. Even “vigilante” was more than what he wanted to be know as. He much prefered his current status of “completely unknown.”
At least… that was his status when it came to him doing good things for people. He was pretty well-known for the bad, which he didn’t mind so much. Not like anyone could do anything about it. They didn’t know what he looked like, or how he pulled off the things he did. The police had no leads. He never left anything behind, and there were never any witnesses who could report more than a “tall, dark shape” fleeing the scene. Phoenix was a ghost story, which was just fine by him. He was supposed to be dead, after all.
The scene across the street was not something he wanted to get involved in. But he knew he would, because if there was one thing he hated, it was bullies. And this pair could win an award with the tag-team bully stunt they were pulling right now.
With a muttered curse and a roll of his shoulders, Phoenix stepped off the curb and crossed the street. He stopped on the edge of the pool of light cast by the closest streetlamp. “Hey,” he called. “Why don’t you a-holes pick on someone your own size?” Not that either of them were his size, but they were still closer to him in height and weight than the girl.
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Post by Adria on Sept 20, 2018 19:02:34 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, tough guy?" One of them taunted with a loud laugh. He turned on Phoenix and prepared to throw a swing at him. The two were about the same size, so the fight appeared as if it would be fair enough. A bit arrogant, he didn't bother to look back at his mate for any sort of reassurance or back up. He would do just fine -- he was fast enough, strong enough, smart enough...
The other guy kept a hold of Dakota, his grip around her upper arms tightening as Phoenix approached. As far as they had been able to tell, no one was around and no bus was due here for another few hours. They had time to steal and possibly even the capture the girl... But this guy seemed to appear out of thin air. Something wasn't right and a sense of uncertainty began to roil in the other guy's stomach. Anxiety.
Dakota, however, felt a huge wave of relief as someone appeared to come to her rescue. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes and having never felt what true thankfulness was... She was overcome with the emotion. She tensed her shoulders and swung a hard kick backwards. Her foot connected with her assailants knee, forcing it backwards at an angle knees weren't meant to go. This caught the attention of the first guy squaring off against Phoenix, clearly allowing him to get in a free hit in.
Now free from the grasp, Dakota spun around and kicked the guy again, aiming mainly for his softest parts. She needed him to stay down. The young woman grabbed her bag and yanked it away from the guy, turning back to see how her savior was doing in his own battle.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Sept 25, 2018 22:02:08 GMT -5
Phoenix watched from the shadows, not moving an inch when the first guy approached him, and he didn’t take the chance at a free hit. He was just as distracted as the first guy when the girl showed her spunk and took the older guy down. If Phoenix didn’t know her odds against the younger guy were slim to none, he would have turned right around and left her to handle herself. But taking on a younger, larger guy would not be as easy as taking down an old bag of bones.
So Phoenix shifted his gaze back to the guy facing him across the pool of light cast by the street light. “Unless you feel like joining your friend in an unconscious heap on the ground, I suggest you [d]uck off,” he said. Somehow, he doubted the threat would scare the dumbarse, but he could care less. If the guy wanted a fight, Phoenix was more than happy to oblige him.
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