Post by Phoenix Garcia on Aug 25, 2012 19:49:20 GMT -5
Name: Phoenix Garcia
Aliases: Around Cressa, especially, he’s known as Red because of his (you guessed it) fiery red hair.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: A ‘treasure hunter’ (A.K.A your common thief).
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: At 5’9, for a grown man you wouldn’t say that Phoenix is particularly tall. In fact he looks rather scrawny, all things considered. But he’s lithe and strong despite being on the shorter side, quick on his feet and athletic, which is needed in his line of work to say the least. For someone brought up in one of the poorest parts of Cressa, Phoenix considers himself to be rather handsome, not having the look of your typical malnourished slum-dweller. His pale skin offers a stark contrast to the crimson bangs that often fall into his face – if let loose his hair would fall around his shoulders, lightly tousled, but he almost always winds it into a loose plait at the back of his neck to keep it out of the way.
Although his hair is, by far, the first thing people notice about him, his most striking feature is his eyes. A warm, vibrant green and full to the brim with charm, it is Phoenix’s gaze that mainly gets him what he wants. His eyes are ‘You can trust me’ eyes, roughly translated in thief to ‘I am going to steal your gold right from under your nose and you aren’t going to notice’ eyes.
He favours his frayed old Avalan comforts, consisting mostly of threadbare shirts and waistcoats, as well as his old tool belt with its lock picks and a variety of other tricks and treats.
Play-by: FFVII’s Reno.
Personality Description: Roguish and charming, Phoenix is a good natured soul, though it’s clear that he will never be your typical ‘leap in and save the day’ hero unless there is something seriously morally wrong happening. He is outspoken and tends towards self-centredness at times, acting purely for his own gain, but he’s never mean spirited and his temper has a long fuse. However, the people who know him best can see through the cheerful, debonair front he puts on. At times it’s truly nothing more than a clever façade, and deep down it’s obvious that something is eating at him.
A renowned womaniser, Phoenix oozes charisma, though his love tends to be fleeting and he’s very easily distracted, so any one of his many relationships is guaranteed not to last long (discounting a certain young princess by name of Rory). He isn’t intelligent academically – he can barely even sign his name – but he’s street smart and cunning with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. His quick thinking and artful stretching of the truth have been getting him out of trouble for years. He may not be your trustworthy, wholehearted Mr Nice Guy, but if you do get on his good side it’s a guarantee that you will have a loyal friend with a good connection or two. Though it’s best not to ask on which side of the law that connection might be.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: Phoenix was born in the slums of Cressa, to a father who daydreamed just as much as he drank and a mother who earned all of what little money they had selling handmade trinkets in the market. He learned from an early age that life wasn’t going to be fair to him, or to people like him; the upper classes, the decent, upstanding citizens preferred to pretend that his like didn’t even exist. At such a young age he may have taken to resenting the social order that stepped on the slummers, but his mother had taught him to hit the ground running. His moral code speaks of playing the cards you were dealt, and if you don’t like the way things turn, you’re the only person who can change them.
Phoenix stole his way through childhood; other boys his age were just the same, and when you had to steal to live there was no point in feeling bad about it. He was ten or eleven when he first threw in his lot with the Ruby Guild, Cressa’s largest band of thieves. They weren’t bloodthirsty, unlike most bandits; they simply knew (like most other slummers in the streets) that sometimes in order to get by you needed to break the law. So, they figured, why not have some organisation about it? Under their tuition Phoenix turned his attention to stealing for a living, running small errands for the Guild, his skill improving day by day. As he grew he clawed up through the ranks, becoming a permanent part of the ‘high life’, as the thieves were apt to call it.
When he was fourteen he received news that his mother had fallen ill, and was forced to discard his life as a rising professional thief to return home. Things hadn’t improved. His father was drinking even more than before, and his mother was no longer able leave the house. It was a difficult time, having to go out and work to keep the household running smoothly while children younger than himself would secretly steal from the market stall – something he had so often done, something he still missed.
Longing soon became fury, and only a few months after returning to his old life a fierce argument broke out between himself and his father. Words quickly turned to blows, the brawl ending with Phoenix storming out of the little house. He claimed never to return, not as long as he was breathing, hoping that would spur his father into action to take care of things. He moved far from his old district, even away from the Ruby Guild; Cressa was a big place after all, and there were a lot of nooks and crannies he could hide in. A year or so passed, and he had become much more like the Phoenix he is now; carefree, laid back and, of course, a lecherous thief. Things were looking up.
News of his mother’s death came weeks, perhaps months after the actual event, the thief showing no emotion as it was delivered. He had been wrong in his assumptions; his father simply had refused to take the responsibility… but thanks to his leaving, his mother had been the one to pay the price. He has pushed this to the back of his mind and to this day the subject is a touchy one, but in general he is too busy living in the now to dwell much on it.
And to be honest, there’s so much happening in ‘the now’ that Phoenix rarely has time to think of anything else. Since meeting up with the renegade princess of Avalas and aiding her in her escape of the city of Cressa, his exploits have dragged him in and out of various prisons, into the company of outlaws, troublemakers and even a cupid or two. He’s leapt from Avalas to Märmosia and finally to Écritêtre, where he’s currently making a living.
Likes: Pretty women and Rory in particular, gold, the city, black coffee, heights.
Dislikes: Losing (competitions or otherwise), being alone, the law, the cold, alcoholism and himself, on occasion.
Strengths: Phoenix is pretty agile, and normally finds it easy to slip away unnoticed in a crowd. He is an accomplished thief and escape artist, and his sharp tongue and ease with lying means that he is remarkably good at talking himself out of difficult situations. A people person, he can also be quite charming at times, which is a plus side when it comes to explaining to women why it just isn’t going to work out… although he’s earned more than one slap across the face despite this.
Weaknesses: Physically Phoenix isn’t that strong, and he won’t take too much knocking around. He’s also very easily distracted and/or bribed. While very street smart and savvy, academically it’s relatively easy to outsmart him. Regrettably, he’s also developed a bit of a drinking problem, something he’s still trying to remedy. But all that aside, women are easily his biggest weakness, the Avalan princess most of all. He would do anything for a beautiful lady.
Weapons/Armor/Magic: Phoenix wears no armour other than his clothing (armour is heavy and cumbersome) and while the only weapon he wields is a small knife, he considers himself to be quite resourceful, and can usually take advantage of what his surroundings offer. He also carries a set of battered lock picks, which have come in useful in all manner of situations.
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Aliases: Around Cressa, especially, he’s known as Red because of his (you guessed it) fiery red hair.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: A ‘treasure hunter’ (A.K.A your common thief).
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: At 5’9, for a grown man you wouldn’t say that Phoenix is particularly tall. In fact he looks rather scrawny, all things considered. But he’s lithe and strong despite being on the shorter side, quick on his feet and athletic, which is needed in his line of work to say the least. For someone brought up in one of the poorest parts of Cressa, Phoenix considers himself to be rather handsome, not having the look of your typical malnourished slum-dweller. His pale skin offers a stark contrast to the crimson bangs that often fall into his face – if let loose his hair would fall around his shoulders, lightly tousled, but he almost always winds it into a loose plait at the back of his neck to keep it out of the way.
Although his hair is, by far, the first thing people notice about him, his most striking feature is his eyes. A warm, vibrant green and full to the brim with charm, it is Phoenix’s gaze that mainly gets him what he wants. His eyes are ‘You can trust me’ eyes, roughly translated in thief to ‘I am going to steal your gold right from under your nose and you aren’t going to notice’ eyes.
He favours his frayed old Avalan comforts, consisting mostly of threadbare shirts and waistcoats, as well as his old tool belt with its lock picks and a variety of other tricks and treats.
Play-by: FFVII’s Reno.
Personality Description: Roguish and charming, Phoenix is a good natured soul, though it’s clear that he will never be your typical ‘leap in and save the day’ hero unless there is something seriously morally wrong happening. He is outspoken and tends towards self-centredness at times, acting purely for his own gain, but he’s never mean spirited and his temper has a long fuse. However, the people who know him best can see through the cheerful, debonair front he puts on. At times it’s truly nothing more than a clever façade, and deep down it’s obvious that something is eating at him.
A renowned womaniser, Phoenix oozes charisma, though his love tends to be fleeting and he’s very easily distracted, so any one of his many relationships is guaranteed not to last long (discounting a certain young princess by name of Rory). He isn’t intelligent academically – he can barely even sign his name – but he’s street smart and cunning with a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. His quick thinking and artful stretching of the truth have been getting him out of trouble for years. He may not be your trustworthy, wholehearted Mr Nice Guy, but if you do get on his good side it’s a guarantee that you will have a loyal friend with a good connection or two. Though it’s best not to ask on which side of the law that connection might be.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: Phoenix was born in the slums of Cressa, to a father who daydreamed just as much as he drank and a mother who earned all of what little money they had selling handmade trinkets in the market. He learned from an early age that life wasn’t going to be fair to him, or to people like him; the upper classes, the decent, upstanding citizens preferred to pretend that his like didn’t even exist. At such a young age he may have taken to resenting the social order that stepped on the slummers, but his mother had taught him to hit the ground running. His moral code speaks of playing the cards you were dealt, and if you don’t like the way things turn, you’re the only person who can change them.
Phoenix stole his way through childhood; other boys his age were just the same, and when you had to steal to live there was no point in feeling bad about it. He was ten or eleven when he first threw in his lot with the Ruby Guild, Cressa’s largest band of thieves. They weren’t bloodthirsty, unlike most bandits; they simply knew (like most other slummers in the streets) that sometimes in order to get by you needed to break the law. So, they figured, why not have some organisation about it? Under their tuition Phoenix turned his attention to stealing for a living, running small errands for the Guild, his skill improving day by day. As he grew he clawed up through the ranks, becoming a permanent part of the ‘high life’, as the thieves were apt to call it.
When he was fourteen he received news that his mother had fallen ill, and was forced to discard his life as a rising professional thief to return home. Things hadn’t improved. His father was drinking even more than before, and his mother was no longer able leave the house. It was a difficult time, having to go out and work to keep the household running smoothly while children younger than himself would secretly steal from the market stall – something he had so often done, something he still missed.
Longing soon became fury, and only a few months after returning to his old life a fierce argument broke out between himself and his father. Words quickly turned to blows, the brawl ending with Phoenix storming out of the little house. He claimed never to return, not as long as he was breathing, hoping that would spur his father into action to take care of things. He moved far from his old district, even away from the Ruby Guild; Cressa was a big place after all, and there were a lot of nooks and crannies he could hide in. A year or so passed, and he had become much more like the Phoenix he is now; carefree, laid back and, of course, a lecherous thief. Things were looking up.
News of his mother’s death came weeks, perhaps months after the actual event, the thief showing no emotion as it was delivered. He had been wrong in his assumptions; his father simply had refused to take the responsibility… but thanks to his leaving, his mother had been the one to pay the price. He has pushed this to the back of his mind and to this day the subject is a touchy one, but in general he is too busy living in the now to dwell much on it.
And to be honest, there’s so much happening in ‘the now’ that Phoenix rarely has time to think of anything else. Since meeting up with the renegade princess of Avalas and aiding her in her escape of the city of Cressa, his exploits have dragged him in and out of various prisons, into the company of outlaws, troublemakers and even a cupid or two. He’s leapt from Avalas to Märmosia and finally to Écritêtre, where he’s currently making a living.
Likes: Pretty women and Rory in particular, gold, the city, black coffee, heights.
Dislikes: Losing (competitions or otherwise), being alone, the law, the cold, alcoholism and himself, on occasion.
Strengths: Phoenix is pretty agile, and normally finds it easy to slip away unnoticed in a crowd. He is an accomplished thief and escape artist, and his sharp tongue and ease with lying means that he is remarkably good at talking himself out of difficult situations. A people person, he can also be quite charming at times, which is a plus side when it comes to explaining to women why it just isn’t going to work out… although he’s earned more than one slap across the face despite this.
Weaknesses: Physically Phoenix isn’t that strong, and he won’t take too much knocking around. He’s also very easily distracted and/or bribed. While very street smart and savvy, academically it’s relatively easy to outsmart him. Regrettably, he’s also developed a bit of a drinking problem, something he’s still trying to remedy. But all that aside, women are easily his biggest weakness, the Avalan princess most of all. He would do anything for a beautiful lady.
Weapons/Armor/Magic: Phoenix wears no armour other than his clothing (armour is heavy and cumbersome) and while the only weapon he wields is a small knife, he considers himself to be quite resourceful, and can usually take advantage of what his surroundings offer. He also carries a set of battered lock picks, which have come in useful in all manner of situations.
RP Sample:
