Post by Feos on Mar 14, 2016 12:35:49 GMT -5
Full Name: Feos Zephyr
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Dorm:Lyra
Power(s): Feos is a Phoenix, and thus, his power revolves around flames that can destroy and flames that can heal and restore. His flames are of white colour, and can be harnessed mostly via physical movements which resemble martial arts. They can be "willed" to appear, but to much lesser effect ( and not so as to auto-hit ). When the flames are used to incinerate, they burn blazing hot and can be blasted a reasonably good distance away, and they can also be manipulated in various shapes. When they are used for healing purposes, they are warm and soothing with a soft glow, and they resemble round, gentle embers. The magical flames burn inside Feos at all times, providing a small amount of mental resistance and magic resistance, and they increase the man's strength, athleticism and reflexes to a supernatural state, further honed by his martial arts training. Feos is able to grow a pair of white and golden phoenix wings from his back that allow him to fly, and if he dies, Feos shall be covered in white flames and be reborn as an infant.
Appearance: Feos stands at 5'11'' tall, and has a regular, somewhat toned build, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He has blonde-brown hair that reach his shoulders, and half of them are styled in a high ponytail. His eyes are blue-green, with hues that depend on the angle and colour of the light they reflect at each time. He has a burn mark at his back, between his shoulders, roughly round and at the size of an apple. There used to be a sun tattoo there but has been burned off. He always wears a pendant, a warm, honey coloured oval crystal, and usually dresses semi-casually, with jeans, hoodies and sweaters, or more sporty clothes when he's working out. His voice is generally soft and relatively deep, and his movements have a certain grace about them.
Personality: Feos is generally calm around people he hasn't opened up. If talked to, he's relatively friendly and he could go out of his way to help another. He's collected and serious, and while he cares for the general well-being of others, even strangers, he's not one to easily make bonds with others. He enjoys quiet time, where he can draw or practice his martial arts, or even play his flute, but to his frustration, sometimes his heart gets lonely and it seeks out a friend, someone he could trust and open up to. Feos still carries deep emotional, bleeding wounds from his past life and is uninterested in romance, flinching away from it. In his mind, he loved once, the real love of his life, but couldn't have it, he couldn't experience and live it. Thus, if one is perceptive, one could feel a bitter, pained aura emanating from him occasionally.
Feos is still in the process of trying to truly look into himself, to determine and figure out his values and principles, to see his weaknesses and find a way to correct them. Shaken and fragile as he is from past experiences, he feels uncertain when expressing himself, holding the fear of if what he expresses truly represents him or if it's just a half-thought shadow of a principle, something he might later end up discarding and throwing away. He hopes that improving his powers and coming closer to his true nature will help him attain wisdom and understand more about himself and the world surrounding him.
Weaknesses: Feos is unsure of who he truly is, what he truly wants and what holds meaning and value for him. Sometimes, he has trouble finding his drive and setting goals, and this affects his powers and the way he lives. Seeing into himself and finding a clear image there is something he cannot currently do. He also bears scars from a hazy past, and thus has trouble connecting with people at a deeper level. He can be friendly, laugh and experience joy, but can't form deep bonds and if those people vanished the next day, it would be something that, despite the great pain, he could endure, considering it as natural perhaps at a subconscious level. Feos is struggling with many revelations about how he is. He used to judge himself and his worth only through others and what they thought of him, and thus put on "masks" to seem good and gain approval, losing his real self more and more, burrying himself and not living like the person he truly is, reaching his maximum potential. Even if he's aware of it now, it's still a struggle to break the chains he himself forged.
Strengths: Feos is very intelligent and can keep his judgement even under stressful situations. He is a generally talented individual who can learn fast, and when he commits to something, he can find great amounts of mental strength to pursue it. He enjoys honing his powers as a means to find himself and achieve wisdom, and is rather hard-working in that front. Feos is also a good speaker, and can organize and lead people, though he generally prefers to be in the sidelines. One other aspect of Feos, is that he's very creative, having a vivid and inventive imagination.
History & Family:
-50 years ago-
As a Phoenix, Feos lived a sheltered life, 50 years ago. Surrounded by safety, luxury and without many challenges, he found little that would push him forth other than what he chose for himself. While he was respected by many, and thought of himself as cultivated, calm, gifted and balanced, he failed to actually see who he truly was, and how this life of repetition and forced balance had prevented him from seeking wisdom and self-reflection. Feos, through this lifestyle, had become someone who always followed the "safe" path, always put on a "mask" to be respected, approved, saught after, always judging his worth through the eyes and opinions of others about himself, and he gave up on any dreams and spontaneous thoughts he would have from time to time, deeming them "unable to be realised."
It wasn't until he fell in love with a very special woman, one that saw through all that from the very start, even before he could, that he realized those. That woman saw the chains Feos had forged for himself, saw the mask he had created, and still loved him passionately and dearly....for that reason exactly. Because he saw, behind those, a rebellious, passionate, gentle and loving soul, and adventurous spirit, an artist and a poet.
The two of them, each carrying their own weights and baggages, each unwise in different ways and wise in others, experienced hardships. But it was for -and with- this woman that Feos broke most of his chains, dared to break the limits he had set for himself, to offset the fake "balance" he had built. And even if the two of them were challenged with their deepest insecurities and fears in the face of each other, they still persisted.
Until, the burden became too heavy. The sorrow that followed happiness became too bitter, and the skin had no more room for scars, the mind's library no room for other painful experiences and memories, that seemed to go hand to hand with those of unimaginable joy and magic, one following the other. Feos lost his mind, and distanced himself from everything...from her....He lost his heart, his ability to feel, lost his luster, and alone, the Phoenix that was Feos burst in flames.
-Present-
Feos, reborn and raised by a foster family of humans, one that had loved and cared for him, still has some memories of that time, hazy and full of mixed, strong emotions. He carries scars, but also painfully-attained wisdom....answers, and yet more questions. His heart still bleeds, and is still gray, his steps are heavy. But he's at least committed to not allow himself to make the same mistakes in this life. He will be who he truly is...he will discover that. He won't make chains for himself. He decides to join the Academy where people are helped to reach their full potential. The more he learns about himself, his powers included, the more he remembers of the past life. The sorrow is great and bitter, but his determination has not yet been shaken.
In Character sample: The drizzling of the spring's first rain did little to feed the shaky spark of inspiration Feos was left with, after typing up their character's bio. It had been quite a long time since Feos last roleplayed, and typing up a bio felt as if they had given birth to a rather sizable egg. Once it had been so easy, bios were being created in Feos' mind one after another when they were simply leading their life- at the subway, over the deafening, and yet so oddly ever-ignored sound of the train, during classes when the professors used to drone on and on about one thing or the other, during a walk outside- , but now it felt so many times more difficult. At least, Feos could type up a writing sample, one that somewhat demonstrated the rusty but hopefully adequate skills they were left with. The gentle piano melody coming from an alternate tab of Feos' browser was half-distracting, half-soothing, and try as Feos might have, they couldn't smell the familiar, beloved scent of moist ground after the rain from outside. A typing sample....Feos wondered how long this should be, softly scratching their right cheek twice, eyebrows mildly furrowed. Up to this point, it should be long enough, yes? After all, it could be summed up as third person roleplaying, past tense, at a length that generally depended on the time given, mood and the partner's post's length, varying from two paragraphs minimum to more than ten paragraphs-whew, those were some long posts once, probably not anymore though-. To add some roleplaying flavor to this generally dull text, Feos snapped their left hand's index and middle finger and conjured a flame, as if the hand was a lighter. With a quick swirl of the same index finger, Feos shaped the flame into a circle, and with a reverse stroke, Feos added details, making it appear like a tiny fire dragon that was biting its tail. It spiraled with accelerating speed, imploding inwards until it was a fast-spinning sphere of fire, and then finally burst into sparks around the room, softly, gently drifting around then vanishing. This definitely happened.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Dorm:Lyra
Power(s): Feos is a Phoenix, and thus, his power revolves around flames that can destroy and flames that can heal and restore. His flames are of white colour, and can be harnessed mostly via physical movements which resemble martial arts. They can be "willed" to appear, but to much lesser effect ( and not so as to auto-hit ). When the flames are used to incinerate, they burn blazing hot and can be blasted a reasonably good distance away, and they can also be manipulated in various shapes. When they are used for healing purposes, they are warm and soothing with a soft glow, and they resemble round, gentle embers. The magical flames burn inside Feos at all times, providing a small amount of mental resistance and magic resistance, and they increase the man's strength, athleticism and reflexes to a supernatural state, further honed by his martial arts training. Feos is able to grow a pair of white and golden phoenix wings from his back that allow him to fly, and if he dies, Feos shall be covered in white flames and be reborn as an infant.
Appearance: Feos stands at 5'11'' tall, and has a regular, somewhat toned build, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He has blonde-brown hair that reach his shoulders, and half of them are styled in a high ponytail. His eyes are blue-green, with hues that depend on the angle and colour of the light they reflect at each time. He has a burn mark at his back, between his shoulders, roughly round and at the size of an apple. There used to be a sun tattoo there but has been burned off. He always wears a pendant, a warm, honey coloured oval crystal, and usually dresses semi-casually, with jeans, hoodies and sweaters, or more sporty clothes when he's working out. His voice is generally soft and relatively deep, and his movements have a certain grace about them.
Personality: Feos is generally calm around people he hasn't opened up. If talked to, he's relatively friendly and he could go out of his way to help another. He's collected and serious, and while he cares for the general well-being of others, even strangers, he's not one to easily make bonds with others. He enjoys quiet time, where he can draw or practice his martial arts, or even play his flute, but to his frustration, sometimes his heart gets lonely and it seeks out a friend, someone he could trust and open up to. Feos still carries deep emotional, bleeding wounds from his past life and is uninterested in romance, flinching away from it. In his mind, he loved once, the real love of his life, but couldn't have it, he couldn't experience and live it. Thus, if one is perceptive, one could feel a bitter, pained aura emanating from him occasionally.
Feos is still in the process of trying to truly look into himself, to determine and figure out his values and principles, to see his weaknesses and find a way to correct them. Shaken and fragile as he is from past experiences, he feels uncertain when expressing himself, holding the fear of if what he expresses truly represents him or if it's just a half-thought shadow of a principle, something he might later end up discarding and throwing away. He hopes that improving his powers and coming closer to his true nature will help him attain wisdom and understand more about himself and the world surrounding him.
Weaknesses: Feos is unsure of who he truly is, what he truly wants and what holds meaning and value for him. Sometimes, he has trouble finding his drive and setting goals, and this affects his powers and the way he lives. Seeing into himself and finding a clear image there is something he cannot currently do. He also bears scars from a hazy past, and thus has trouble connecting with people at a deeper level. He can be friendly, laugh and experience joy, but can't form deep bonds and if those people vanished the next day, it would be something that, despite the great pain, he could endure, considering it as natural perhaps at a subconscious level. Feos is struggling with many revelations about how he is. He used to judge himself and his worth only through others and what they thought of him, and thus put on "masks" to seem good and gain approval, losing his real self more and more, burrying himself and not living like the person he truly is, reaching his maximum potential. Even if he's aware of it now, it's still a struggle to break the chains he himself forged.
Strengths: Feos is very intelligent and can keep his judgement even under stressful situations. He is a generally talented individual who can learn fast, and when he commits to something, he can find great amounts of mental strength to pursue it. He enjoys honing his powers as a means to find himself and achieve wisdom, and is rather hard-working in that front. Feos is also a good speaker, and can organize and lead people, though he generally prefers to be in the sidelines. One other aspect of Feos, is that he's very creative, having a vivid and inventive imagination.
History & Family:
-50 years ago-
As a Phoenix, Feos lived a sheltered life, 50 years ago. Surrounded by safety, luxury and without many challenges, he found little that would push him forth other than what he chose for himself. While he was respected by many, and thought of himself as cultivated, calm, gifted and balanced, he failed to actually see who he truly was, and how this life of repetition and forced balance had prevented him from seeking wisdom and self-reflection. Feos, through this lifestyle, had become someone who always followed the "safe" path, always put on a "mask" to be respected, approved, saught after, always judging his worth through the eyes and opinions of others about himself, and he gave up on any dreams and spontaneous thoughts he would have from time to time, deeming them "unable to be realised."
It wasn't until he fell in love with a very special woman, one that saw through all that from the very start, even before he could, that he realized those. That woman saw the chains Feos had forged for himself, saw the mask he had created, and still loved him passionately and dearly....for that reason exactly. Because he saw, behind those, a rebellious, passionate, gentle and loving soul, and adventurous spirit, an artist and a poet.
The two of them, each carrying their own weights and baggages, each unwise in different ways and wise in others, experienced hardships. But it was for -and with- this woman that Feos broke most of his chains, dared to break the limits he had set for himself, to offset the fake "balance" he had built. And even if the two of them were challenged with their deepest insecurities and fears in the face of each other, they still persisted.
Until, the burden became too heavy. The sorrow that followed happiness became too bitter, and the skin had no more room for scars, the mind's library no room for other painful experiences and memories, that seemed to go hand to hand with those of unimaginable joy and magic, one following the other. Feos lost his mind, and distanced himself from everything...from her....He lost his heart, his ability to feel, lost his luster, and alone, the Phoenix that was Feos burst in flames.
-Present-
Feos, reborn and raised by a foster family of humans, one that had loved and cared for him, still has some memories of that time, hazy and full of mixed, strong emotions. He carries scars, but also painfully-attained wisdom....answers, and yet more questions. His heart still bleeds, and is still gray, his steps are heavy. But he's at least committed to not allow himself to make the same mistakes in this life. He will be who he truly is...he will discover that. He won't make chains for himself. He decides to join the Academy where people are helped to reach their full potential. The more he learns about himself, his powers included, the more he remembers of the past life. The sorrow is great and bitter, but his determination has not yet been shaken.
In Character sample: The drizzling of the spring's first rain did little to feed the shaky spark of inspiration Feos was left with, after typing up their character's bio. It had been quite a long time since Feos last roleplayed, and typing up a bio felt as if they had given birth to a rather sizable egg. Once it had been so easy, bios were being created in Feos' mind one after another when they were simply leading their life- at the subway, over the deafening, and yet so oddly ever-ignored sound of the train, during classes when the professors used to drone on and on about one thing or the other, during a walk outside- , but now it felt so many times more difficult. At least, Feos could type up a writing sample, one that somewhat demonstrated the rusty but hopefully adequate skills they were left with. The gentle piano melody coming from an alternate tab of Feos' browser was half-distracting, half-soothing, and try as Feos might have, they couldn't smell the familiar, beloved scent of moist ground after the rain from outside. A typing sample....Feos wondered how long this should be, softly scratching their right cheek twice, eyebrows mildly furrowed. Up to this point, it should be long enough, yes? After all, it could be summed up as third person roleplaying, past tense, at a length that generally depended on the time given, mood and the partner's post's length, varying from two paragraphs minimum to more than ten paragraphs-whew, those were some long posts once, probably not anymore though-. To add some roleplaying flavor to this generally dull text, Feos snapped their left hand's index and middle finger and conjured a flame, as if the hand was a lighter. With a quick swirl of the same index finger, Feos shaped the flame into a circle, and with a reverse stroke, Feos added details, making it appear like a tiny fire dragon that was biting its tail. It spiraled with accelerating speed, imploding inwards until it was a fast-spinning sphere of fire, and then finally burst into sparks around the room, softly, gently drifting around then vanishing. This definitely happened.
