*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 14, 2020 22:19:21 GMT -5
House of Chaos Current plot idea(s): The Thief and the Demi-God: What will happen when two fiery Irish people meet in an unconventional way? thievery, godly powers, and shenanigans will not doubt ensue. (Phoenix & Phallon)
Characters: Full name: Phoenix Arson Rising Nicknames/Aliases: none (it is recommended that one not try to change that fact) Species: demigod Age: 21 (born August 29) Occupation: part-time bouncer at a nightclub; teaches troubled kids and teens parkour Description: 6'3; 180lbs; well-muscled and extremely fit; lightly tanned, darkens and pales based on exposure to sun; flame-red hair, wild and unruly; bright amber-gold eyes, constantly shifting like a real fire Distinguishing Features: his hair and eyes, his imposing height; he is constantly giving off heat, like a furnace Characteristics: hot-tempered and easily riled; challenging and infuriatingly stubborn; fearless and entirely overprotective of those he cares for; can be overbearing, even dangerous; horrible with words, and prefers actions to express how he feels; surprisingly selfless, with a bit of a hero complex (though completely unaware of the fact); also unnecessarily destructive and violent (he's a walking contradiction) Magical Abilities (if applicable): can summon heat and fire with nary a thought, and is always running at a temperature that is noticeably warmer than everyone else; can move objects without touching them, though rarely on purpose or in a controlled manner; when truly angry or out-of-control, he can cause natural disasters, namely earthquakes Weapon Abilities (if applicable): none, though he's a quick study when the situation calls for it Physical Abilities (if applicable): stronger and faster than normal humans; has martial arts training, but often forgets to use it in the heat of a fight; expert in parkour Relations: born to Sky Rising and unknown god (was unaware of that fact until recently); raised by Sky and stepfather Liam; has a younger half-sister, Catori Rising Theme songs: All In, by Brad Paisley; Last One Standing, by Simple Plan; Titanium, by David Guetta (feat. Sia); Gladiator, by Zayde Wolf; Cant Take Me, by Bryan Adams
Phallon McAlister:
Phallon is of Irish decent, which is most notable from her pale skin tone and freckles that cover her face. She appears to have a more delicate look to her due to the narrow, heart shaped face, high cheek bones, and narrow nose. Even her eyebrows are thin, but that’s because she takes care to keep them trimmed and neat. While she isn’t exactly what you call a girly-girl, she does take pride in her appearance, making sure she’s presentable and decent looking when she needs to be. She does her make-up and eyebrows not to impress others, but because she feels good when she’s able to make her face look the way she wants it to. She is also in the 10% of Irish people who are naturally redheaded, which only makes her emerald eyes pop in contrast. Throughout the irises, flecks of brown can be found if anyone looks close enough. She’s stands around 5’6”, and has an athletic build. Growing up, she was always running about the hills and forest of her home town, which fueled her taking up jogging and hiking as hobbies in her adult life. Along with that, she’s a dancer, taking classes whenever she can find the spare time, keeping her in somewhat shape. Her freckles make another appearance over her shoulders and upper arms, seen whenever she decides to where sleeveless shirts during the warmer months. Phallon is a very chill person. If you don’t mess with her, than she won’t mess with you. Easy as that. However, if you insist on pushing her buttons and testing her patience, she will snap. She has a fiery temper that will show itself to anything if it makes her angry enough. She is sarcastic and has a dry/dark sense of humor. Originally from Ireland, Phallon’s parents moved away from their home town for her father’s job. It wasn’t something she was thrilled about, but there was little she could do about it since she was young. She can speak two languages, English and Irish. While she uses English for everyday conversation, she will slip into Irish when she’s either, singing, tired, angry, or just over emotional.
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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 Apr 15, 2020 2:18:05 GMT -5
Since I can't sleep, here's my guy:
Full name: Phoenix Arson Rising
Nicknames/Aliases: none (it is recommended that one not try to change that fact)
Species: demigod
Age: 21 (born August 29)
Occupation: part-time bouncer at a nightclub; teaches troubled kids and teens parkour
Description: 6'3; 180lbs; well-muscled and extremely fit; lightly tanned, darkens and pales based on exposure to sun; flame-red hair, wild and unruly; bright amber-gold eyes, constantly shifting like a real fire
Distinguishing Features: his hair and eyes, his imposing height; he is constantly giving off heat, like a furnace
Characteristics: hot-tempered and easily riled; challenging and infuriatingly stubborn; fearless and entirely overprotective of those he cares for; can be overbearing, even dangerous; horrible with words, and prefers actions to express how he feels; surprisingly selfless, with a bit of a hero complex (though completely unaware of the fact); also unnecessarily destructive and violent (he's a walking contradiction)
Magical Abilities (if applicable): can summon heat and fire with nary a thought, and is always running at a temperature that is noticeably warmer than everyone else; can move objects without touching them, though rarely on purpose or in a controlled manner; when truly angry or out-of-control, he can cause natural disasters, namely earthquakes
Weapon Abilities (if applicable): none, though he's a quick study when the situation calls for it
Physical Abilities (if applicable): stronger and faster than normal humans; has martial arts training, but often forgets to use it in the heat of a fight; expert in parkour
Relations: born to Sky Rising and unknown god (was unaware of that fact until recently); raised by Sky and stepfather Liam; has a younger half-sister, Catori Rising
And, because music is life...
Theme songs: All In, by Brad Paisley; Last One Standing, by Simple Plan; Titanium, by David Guetta (feat. Sia); Gladiator, by Zayde Wolf; Cant Take Me, by Bryan Adams
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Apr 15, 2020 18:29:24 GMT -5
Sorry in advance if it's not good!
Phallon was lounging in the sofa of her run-down apartment, admiring her newest find. A beautiful fire opal pendant set in gold hung from a matching chain. She admired the way the colors shifted in the light as she turned the piece this way and that. It was the sort of item she could see her mother wearing, however, it was far too flashy for her taste. Which was exactly why she would be selling it the first chance she could tomorrow morning. Of course, she would have to head to the next town over so it wouldn't accidentally be found by its previous owner, thus being traced back to her, but the extra step was a necessary one. She never pawned anything she acquired in the place she lived.
Standing up, she went to place the necklace in the top drawer of the end table beside her. There was no safe place to hide valuables, but it would do until she could trade it in. Until then, she wouldn't worry about it. Instead, she wondered to the kitchen to find some inspiration for dinner.
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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 Apr 15, 2020 19:17:43 GMT -5
Its fine. Makes showing off Phoenix's assholery nice and easy. xD Phoenix hadn't lived under the same roof as his sister in almost three years. Despite the newfound distance to their living arrangements, the strength of their relationship hadn't diminished. Phoenix was still the one Catori went to for help and advice, even before her father. Phoenix had never minded, though he had made a show of the typical big brother disdain a time or two. Catori never bought it, and Phoenix stopped putting in the effort.
So he wasn't surprised when he got a call from her, even though he was in the middle of getting ready for work. But all it took was about two seconds of hearing his sister's teary voice for work to be forgotten. His first instinct was to demand who's ass he had to kick, but Catori shot that down fairly quickly and told him what the real problem was: her necklace was missing.
At that, Phoenix almost dismissed the whole thing and told her it was around somewhere and would turn up eventually. But some instinct made him hold his tongue, and while Catori went on to tell him the last time she'd seen it, Phoenix's thoughts wandered as he tried to pinpoint the reason for why he thought something was amiss here.
The answer hit him a moment later. "I'll find your necklace, Cat," he promised. "Call you soon." He hung up, then quickly changed back into his jeans and a grey shirt. He didn't want to ruin another work suit. Then he grabbed his wallet and keys and left his apartment.
As he hit the street, he thought about hopping on his bike and riding to his destination, but his temper was already spiking, and with it came the burning hum under his skin that was both familiar and unwelcome. But he couldn't ignore it — bad things happened when he ignored it — so instead he let it out in one of the only safe ways he could.
He ran. Clear across town, from his apartment downtown to the newer ones by his mother's house. He covered the distance faster than any person should be able to on foot, and he was barely even out of breath when he got there. He had only been there once before, and he hadn't entered the building then. He did now.
He had to threaten the lobby man to get him to tell him which apartment he was looking for, so as soon as he had the apartment number he was off again like a shot. The lobby man was likely to call the cops, so Phoenix didn't have a lot of time. But one thing was for certain: he wasn't leaving this building without his sister's necklace.
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