Fantasy Flight of the Phoenix Character Thread

[BittyBobcat]

Remember that intense BBcoding isn't allowed, both IC and in character sheets. You can add whatever extra information you want to add to your CS as long as you have all the required things in the template. Refer to the interest check for extra guidelines and rules if you haven't already. Characters will not be allowed to enter the RP until their CS has been approved by one of the GMs (me, ScatheAriiasqDrayceon , or Tapfic )

Character Sheet Template

Name:
Nicknames/Aliases: (Optional)
Age:
Preferred Pronouns:

Wing-Type: (Remember any wing can be a phoenix wing, so if you're a phoenix then be specific. Ex: Activated Phoenix Dragonfly)
Wingspan:
Height:
Physical Description: (Remember phoenix wings change appearance after activation)
Faceclaim: (Optional) (Remember to credit the artist if it is not your own art)

Abilities: (Remember not to be too overpowered, if you're unsure then feel free to ask; Bullet-point, paragraph, and other formats are allowed)
Flight-Type: (Optional, describes strengths and weaknesses of their flight, like being particularly agile, being a slow flyer, etc)

Personality: (This will be allowed to change throughout the rp, but this is meant to establish a beginning baseline; Bullet-point, paragraph, and other formats are allowed; Vagueness is also allowed)
Likes: (Optional)
Dislikes: (Optional)
History: (Remember you can message any of the GMs with questions; If you'd like to keep your character's backstory or specific aspects of it hidden, then PM their full backstory to one of the GMs; Bullet-point, paragraph, and other formats are allowed)

Are you cool?:

Group Name: (Remember this can change later on if you want, this is only where they're entering the RP)
How/Why they join this group: (if you're making a new group, then say how you plan to have this group meet up)

 

[BittyBobcat]

Name: Luca Graymin
Nicknames/Aliases: Gray
Age: 36
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Common Whitetail Dragonfly
Wingspan: 13ft
Height: 6'1"
Physical Description:
Gray is a tall, lanky man with skin that's so pale that one might assume that he's ill. The deep bags under his eyes don't help this. Though he appears to be 24, the large number of grey peppered across his otherwise jet-black hair suggests something beyond that. A short and scraggly beard adorns his face with it's hairs similarly greyed. He has hazel green eyes and is almost always frowning. He has small scars that are somehow paler than the rest of his skin scattered across his arms and a larger, gash-shaped one on his forehead.
His wings are mostly translucent with markings near the base and middle that mimic a common whitetail dragonfly's. Unlike the wings of that species, his markings are a bright red-orange color that is extremely reflective and tends to gleam like gold in the sunlight. The clear parts of his wings have a slight red tinting and usually reflect more reds, yellows, and oranges than any other colors. When flying in direct light, this makes him almost difficult to look at, and extremely noticeable. They also glow slightly in the dark. Crimson, exoskeleton-like plates similar to that of a dragonfly run down his spine, forming a thin oval on his back that stops off at the base of his neck and a few inches above his tailbone. Unlike a real dragonfly, Gray can fold his wings down.
Faceclaim:
(Faceclaim made by the amazing Tapfic )

Abilities:
- Heat Absorption: Gray can take heat from around him through touch and use it as energy for himself. He could live without food for quite a while as long as he has fuel for a fire and water (presumably, he would eventually die due to lacking certain vitamins, but—lucky for him—that's impermanent). While he doesn't necessarily need to absorb heat to live, he's gotten used to the energy boost, and on cold days he is noticeably more tired. If he absorbs too much energy, his skin will become hot enough to burn and the heat will be rapidly released in a large wave (he cannot do this unless he has an extreme amount of excess heat).

- Fire Resistance: Gray is extremely hard to burn. He's not completely invulnerable, but—generally speaking—if he were to stick his hand in a fire for a few seconds without absorbing the heat, he'd be alright.

- Regeneration: Same as other phoenixes. He regens to a 24-year-old body, a large scrape on his forehead in place of his scar, various smaller puncture wounds on his arm and chest, and various bruises. His core is located directly beneath the plate where his uppermost pair of wings meet his back
Flight-Type: Gray is fairly quick, but covering any significant distance takes preparation (he needs to have a lot of energy stored up). He can outmaneuver almost anyone in the sky, being able to take off almost instantly, rapidly change directions, and fly backwards or upside-down. However, strong winds can make it very difficult for him to fly.

Personality: It would be wrong to start any description of Gray's behaviors without saying the phrase "paranoid" because he spends an unhealthy (and probably unnecessary) amount of time planning the safest route for him and Lan to travel on (and backup routes, and backup backup routes...). He's generally irritable, but rarely goes any further with his anger than harsh words unless someone's safety depends on it. He hates making rushed decisions. His distrust for people he doesn't know well is high, but even more so for non-phoenixes.

Likes: Cats, Caffeine (coffee excluded), Alchemy
Dislikes: Coffee, Responsibility, People
History: Gray was born to a wealthy merchant family who made most of their fortune shipping products. Because they could afford to fund his interest in alchemy, Gray was able to spend his younger days studying beneath various tutors and masters in the field. He was halfway through an apprenticeship when a carelessly placed candle resulted in the entire lab exploding and his wings being activated. Being someone with as many connections as he had, Gray had heard plenty of legends about phoenixes, and had even met a few owners of phoenix farms. He knew that if he stayed then he'd likely get caught, so he stole one of his family's own airships and ran away. Eventually he met Lan, and they've been constantly travelling ever since.

Are you cool?: Cool beans

Group Name: Sparkly Idiots
How/Why they join this group: He just so happens to be in Diamond Plaza when things start setting on fire, and—grumpy as he is—abandoning a bunch of newly-activated phoenixes is too much of an asshole move even for him.

 

[BittyBobcat]

Name: Plume
Nicknames/Aliases: P1-7
Age: 17
Preferred Pronouns: He/She/They (their preference changes from day to day, but any is acceptable so long as they aren't being called an 'it')

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Resplendant Quetzal (the bird, not the pterosaur)
Wingspan: 17ft
Height: 5'4"
Physical Description: Plume has brown eyes that are almost always glaring at anyone and everyone around her. Her light hair is usually drawn into a ponytail that never seems to keep her hair fully out of her face for more than two seconds after it's been pulled up. Her skin is pale from extreme lack of sunlight. She's unused to having her pick of what clothes she wears, but will usually opt for warm jackets whenever given the chance. Lacking that, she prefers things with a high neck to hide the inch-thick band of oddly calloused and paler-than-usual skin on her neck.
Her wings are similar to that of the resplendant quetzal's—darkly colored with a brighter colored line just below the secondary coverts (near the middle)—but, where the quetzal's would be black, Plume's feathers are an iridescent maroon-red, and the white line is a golden yellow with a similar shine to it and glows faintly. The back of her wings sports a similar bright-colored patch as a regular quetzal's as well, but instead of green it is a bright, reflective red. In her body's natural state, she would also have tail feathers about five feet long with similar coloration replacements, but this is often missing.
Faceclaim:

(Image made by the skilled artist Tapfic )

Abilities:
- Fire Creation: Plume can make extremely hot, blue flames, but has very minimal control over them. He can shoot them in certain directions when making them, but once made, he cannot redirect them. It also takes a lot of energy for him to fuel his fire, and if he uses it for any significant amount of time he will experience rapidly-onset symptoms of hypoglycemia and likely pass out.

- Fire Resistance: Plume will not be burned by exposure to most fire unless it lasts a significant amount of time (think multiple minutes of uninterrupted being-on-fire), but this is not strong enough to protect very well against his own flames for longer than a few seconds.

- Regeneration: Same as other phoenixes. If killed, Plume will regenerate to his 14-year-old self, tail feathers included.
Flight-Type: Maneuverable and quick in short bursts, Plume was built to fly in forests. However, the tree-hopping nature of a quetzal results in low endurance. Though they still aren't ass maneuverable as a hoverer, they're less affected by wing than dragonflies and those with similar wings.

Personality: Plume has a temper that flares just as hotly as their fire, but—unfortunately—their ire has significantly more endurance to it. You might think that, because their grudges are so long and intense, that they'd be few and far between, but you'd be wrong. Plume is willing to snap at anyone at any moment for any reason, and is generally what most sane people would call an asshole. They're stubborn to a fault and quick to assume the worst in others. That being said, they have an odd child-like innocence about them. They don't know much about the world outside the farm, and—as much as they may try to hide it—their delight is obvious when finding new things that they like such as good food and soft blankets.
Likes: Fluffy objects, Sweet foods, Weapons
Dislikes: Being touched, Non-phoenixes, Restrictive clothing
History: Plume has been on a phoenix farm for a very long time.

Are you cool?: As the filling of a sesame ball

Group Name: All Farmers Are Bastards (AFAB)
How/Why they join this group: They will be breaking out of the farm when the RP starts, and will bring along anyone they get the chance to help escape.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

• Ariiasqthylinh
• Jet
• Platinum

• 
  Name: Ariiasqthyinh Au Drayceon
  Nicknames/Aliases:
  -Imperial
  -The kid
  -Little bird
  -Kindling
  -Spark
  
  Age: Appears around 12-15
  Preferred Pronouns: They/them
  
  Wing-Type: Activated phoenix common Eastern kite (dragon)
  Wingspan: 23 ft not including the fans.
  Height: 5'8"
  Physical Description:
  -Their wings turn dark and ashy when they get cold.
  
  Faceclaim:
  
  
  Abilities:
  
  -Regeneration: Just the same as every other phoenix, Ariiasq can regen if killed. They come back in the body of a 13-15-looking child with a concussion, and a stich-worthy blunt-trauma gash on the back of their neck. Their core is located under their wing shoulder-blades, deep in their back.
  
  -Compounded: The longer Arii doesn't use their fire breath, the hotter it gets. If not used for long enough, they can explode their own face when they use it.
  
  -Fire breath: Arii has a very limited amount of sticky, kerosene-gel-like fire breath that can be used for combat, but they mostly use for utility, due to its short range.
  
  -Fire cloak: Arii has a thin layer of oil across all of their dorsal side, as well as down the backs of their arms to their hands. This oil is highly flammable, and burns hot and fast. It can and will burn them, as well.
  
  
  Flight-Type: Fast, agile, and very, very unstable.
  
  Arii is built to fly semi-short distances on strong bursts of energy. They have very little stamina, as it takes a lot of effort to fly as fast as they do, but they're highly maneuverable due to the set of fans attached to the base of their spine. They have very little in the way of carrying capacity, and almost always have to travel extremely light if they are going to have to fly any amount of distance. Their wingtips whistle at low speeds.
  
  Personality:
  
  A little childish and very fickle, Arii is the pinnacle of adaptive. They usually only do something if they find it beneficial to them in some way, and they don't like people who don't know how to properly strike a deal. They're very intelligent, despite their typical nonchalant attitude, and can often be found watching from an inconspicuous position.
  
  They don't trust easy, but do a good job of coming off like they like people.
  
  Likes: Very... few things. Verbal deals, flying, and racing among them.
  Dislikes: People they deem as "unintelligent", calendars, old history books, writing, the color magenta, the smell of just about everything that isn't food or trees.
  
  History: There seems to be a pattern in the making.
  
  Are you cool?: Frozen peas.
  
  Group Name: Sparkly idiots.
  How/Why they join this group: Arii's looking for someone. They need information. They also need to not be caught by hunters.
  
• 
  Name: Jet Kadoshi
  Nicknames/Aliases:
  -(rune penname) black-dark-blue... not that anyone knows this.
  
  Age: Appears 38-ish.
  Preferred Pronouns: He/him.
  
  Wing-Type: Non-phoenix tern.
  Wingspan: 48ft
  Height: 7'6"
  Physical Description:
  
  Notes:
  -he has claws that resemble that of most fishing birds'.
  
  Faceclaim:
  
  For this RP, he will be wearing the dress, starting out, though he does have a pair of leggings on under it.
  
  Abilities:
  
  -Walking electrical storm: Jet can store electricity to discharge later, though the electricity behaves like it would normally, so it can only be transferred with close proximity or physical contact. Using too much will burn him, and there's a chance that he'll set his wings on fire.
  
  Flight-Type:
  
  Ocean-glider. Best performing in low altitudes and tropical storms, Jet has the wings of a migratory seabird, resulting in a truly atrocious amount of stamina and passive flight potential, but poor speed and worse maneuverability. He has a good active-flight carry-capacity at 364 lbs, but due to the length and weight of his wings, he cannot fly too low to the ground, meaning to land, he has to simply tuck his wings and drop.
  
  He can perform a standing takeoff, however, he'd have to find somewhere open enough to fit almost 50 feet of wingspan.
  
  Personality:
  
  Jet is notably unsettling. Between his vibrant eyes, inexpressive face, and stiff posture, he appears cold and distant. When he speaks, it comes off as more of a hum, words blending together and often linked with an almost-song-like rhythm. His demeanor is strange, often sending very mixed signals about what he actually wants.
  
  Under all of that social incompetence, Jet is generally a nice guy, enjoying making—and keeping—people happy, and simply helping in general. He doesn't need much to be happy, and is usually perfectly content to do whatever job he's asked to... though, he is a stickler for a sanitized medical room.
  
  Likes: Cooking, baking, giving good advice, children, singing, dance, art—many things, really.
  Dislikes: Violence, water, hot weather.
  History: Oh. Oh, you thought you were gonna get this one? Nah.
  
  Are you cool?: Cool as patbingsu!
  
  Group Name: AFAB (All Farmers Are Bastards)
  How/Why they join this group: Jet's looking for someone very important to him, and he has reason to believe they're on a phoenix farm.
  
• 
  Name: Vihaan (Platinum) Vaeis
  Nicknames/Aliases:
  TBA
  Age: 36
  Preferred Pronouns: He/him
  
  Wing-Type: Non-phoenix Honduran white bat.
  Wingspan: 15 ft
  Height: 4'6"
  Physical Description:
  
  Standing at a grand 4'6", Platinum is a stoutly-built man with hair that reaches down to the floor. The scars littering his face, neck, torso, and arm are as deep and jagged as they are old, even affecting his eyesight in their severity, with one of his pupils permanently contracted to render him visually impaired on that side.
  
  His wings are covered in a light layer of opalescent white fur that bleeds down slightly to the back of his neck to create a small hackle-strip. His underwings appear blue due to the large amounts of surface-facing veins, giving the illusion that the near-crystal-like translucent skin is blue.
  
  The scars on his wings are thick and raised, in contrast to the ones on his body, which are concave. They're streaked with darker greys from the old burn marks.
  
  Faceclaim:
  
  
  Abilities: N/A
  Flight-Type: He can't fly, but if he really tries, he can shakily slow his fall in an uncontrollable, uncoordinated, half-glide.
  
  Personality: Playful and immature, Platinum doesn't particularly care for manners very much, only opting to use the flowery language he knows when making "deals". He's generally a neutral force, but it's not uncommon for him to decide he wants to do something then do it at all costs, blind to the possible moral implications of his actions.
  
  Likes: His hometown Tafa'Alan, making drinks, baking, weaving random things out of grass, having leverage over people, and reading.
  Dislikes: The Void Under the Clouds, cold drinks, people touching his face, his hair tangling, people stepping on his hair, and his half-blind eye on his bad side.
  
  History: Hippity hoppity, this description is only my property.
  
  Are you cool?: Hell yes; cool as beans
  
  Group Name: Sparkly idiots.
  How/Why they join this group: Platinum is looking for someone, and he needed information.
  

 

[Tapfic]

Name: Lan Clementine
Age: 22
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Spotted Owl

Wingspan: Three. God. Damn. Feet. (and one inch)
Height: 5'2

Physical Description:
A small person. Slim shoulders, a soft face, delicate hands- frankly rather girlish in appearance. He has long brown hair that is soft to the touch, in fact- it's pretty obvious by the look that he takes good care of it. The baggy clothes he wares don't really help his situation- they just make him look even smaller than he is.
Lan's eyes are large, round, and a clear gold color that borders on amber.

However his most eye-catching feature is almost certainly his wings. Or rather- what's missing of them.
They're made up of soft gold feathers that glow and flicker like candle light, but each only a measly two and a half feet long. They are completely useless when it comes to flight.
He is quite obviously embarrassed by them- so he often keeps them tucked under his bulky coat; even in the presence of only other phoenixes.
Faceclaim:

Abilities:

Regen; If he dies it wont be for very long

Healing tears; If he manages to cry, his tears will share the soft glow of his wings- and cure any ailments or injuries afflicting the next person they touch- not including Lan.

Flight-Type: Absolutely none

Personality:
Lan is a busy person, if he doesn't have something to do- he'll find it, and if he cant- he'll make it. Typically his day starts at 5 AM on the dot and ends whenever he passes out. His time being split pretty evenly between work he actually needs to do, and work he gives himself for no reason.
He has an abrasive personality, and doesn't really care if others like him- in fact, it seems he mostly rather they not.
Despite his apparent distaste for niceties; he can't help but care deeply about literally every single person around him. His tendencies to help wherever he can sometimes make up for his rude mouth.

Likes: milk, tea, bread, small animals, and cleaning
Dislikes: meat, chocolate, and chewy-candy

History:
Born the fifth son to a widowed noble, he spent much of his childhood sick in bed while the rest of his families' lives continued without him.
A series of unfortunate events occurred, activating his wings and sending him on the run.
Unfortunately, in this time he all but lost the emotional vulnerability crying requires.

Are you cool?: single bean

Group Name: Sparkly idiots
How/Why they join this group: Traveling with gray

 

[Tapfic]

Name: Lucius Zander
Nicknames/Aliases: Lucy, Zen Twine ( uses this name when he's doing illegal shit )
Age: 17 ( his fake IDs say 26 )
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Wing-Type: According to his family lineage, probably some type of bug. Currently? No.
Wingspan: well-
Height: 6'0
Physical Description:
A lanky boy with delicate features. Blonde hair, green eyes, thick brows.
There is a slight bump in the bridge of his nose, and the skin under his eyes always seem flushed red. If you get close enough, you may be able to tell he's just wearing light makeup.
He mostly wears dark clothing, and jackets with many pockets.

Faceclaim:

Abilities:
Lying and skullduggery
also art, he is great at giving tattoos that cover up scars.

Flight-Type: Grounded for crimes.

Personality:
Kind of a jerk. He isn't quick to anger, but he is quick to fight- and slow to forgive and forget. His humor is centered mostly around being annoying and making mean jokes; but he has a strong set of morals and will fight anything he thinks crosses the line. Now what exactly crosses the line? That is not so clear.
He doesn't form any sort of connection easily, but he has no opposition to pretending.

Likes: Folk lore and urban legends, Skillfully crafted art pieces, warm things, tattoos, high places he has no place being
Dislikes: coffee, pushovers, snoring

History:
Sadly, both of his parents are dead.
Or- was it one parent?
Or an aunt?
He always changes the story, depending on what he thinks will most appropriately tug at the heart strings.
Lucy is a professional scam artist- and boy, does he stress the "artist" bit. A connoisseur of con, theft thespian, swindler savant- his schemes are always just as showy as they are lucrative.
Sometimes more showy than lucrative actually.

He has a lot of connections in variously leveled places, and possibly more wanted posters- he loves seeing how high he can get his bounty before he's caught. Though when he is he's rarely in jail for more than a day.
His latest scheme involves getting himself a pretty ship.
Now he just needs to go about lifting the burden of ownership from the current deed holder's weary shoulders...

Are you cool?: beanie baby

Group Name: All farmers are bastards
How/Why they join this group: Accidental kidnapping.

 

[unstablepuddle]

Name: Edelie Sophia Caroline Jepper
Nicknames/Aliases: (Optional)
Age: 17, nearly 18
Preferred Pronouns: She/Fluff

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Boreal Owl
Wingspan: 38 ft
Height: 5’5
Physical Description: A slight, softly-built girl with a large birthmark over essentially the entire left side of her body. She has soft, pale dusky brown skin and soft and feathery dark brown hair, reaching about mid-back when it’s loose. Fluff’s eyes are large and wide, usually deeply bagged from lack of sleep underneath, with piercing yellow irises— the left one is mostly blind from an accident, but fluff can still see light and shadows with it, so fluff’s flight and dept perception aren’t affected too badly. Her nails are usually bitten short, but after her activation have grown long and sharp, almost claw-like, and have turned what seemed to be permanently black. Fluff’s wings are very large and almost seem to dwarf the girl fluffself, and are feathered in darkish cool brown with white spots, a lighter brown on the inside with horizontal white streaks. After her transformation, the browns turn to a much warmer rusty colour, and the whites change into a pale, iridescent-looking yellow, with the whole wings gaining a golden glow to them and a slight shimmer. She mostly wears light, pretty summer clothes with a cottagecore vibe— long skirts, sundresses, and so on, in pastel colours and whites.
Faceclaim: (this is incomplete oop— plan on adding the wings and stuff soon??)

Abilities:
-Regeneration: When fluff dies, unless fluff’s core was destroyed, fluff regenerates as, well, exactly how fluff looks at the moment, with a few cuts and scrapes, plus one deep gash on her right leg.
-Cold Resistance: Exactly as it says, a strong resistance to the cold, frost, ice, etc.
-‘Frostbreath’: She can exhale or ‘shoot’ a fog-like gas, that, after reacting with the oxygen in air, almost immediately freezes or (coats in ice or something similar) anything it touches, depending on how cold it already was. She just finds it slightly chilly, due to both her cold resistance and the frostbreath itself just being incapable of harming her.
-‘Healing Ice’: If fluff breathes fluff’s frostbreath on somebody with burn or other heat-related injuries, instead of giving them frostbite like it normally would, it instead creates a thin layer of frost over the wound, which m a g i c a l l y increases its healing speed and level by a very large amount.
Flight-Type: A slow, persistent flyer with little energy usage. She can soar for hours on end and her wings rarely make a sound. Looking at her wing shape, she should be a lot better at active flight and manoeuvring, but realistically, her wings are very large and rather unwieldy, and she struggles with that sort of thing quite a bit. She does, however, have great carrying capacity, and she could probably carry about two other people for three or four hours without getting too tired.

Personality: A sweet, kind, extremely gullible darling. Big anxiety and very unsure of herself, somewhat shy but very loving and affectionate once you get closer. She gets panic and anxiety attacks somewhat often, and has trouble sleeping due to reoccurring nightmares, which is probably due to her PTSD from watching her house burn down with her family inside and then being shoved into an orphanage a day or two later! She’s very unsure of herself and often struggles with making connections with others, as she fears that they, too, will die in a house fire (house fire may or may not be an actual house fire). She’s easily startled and surprised, and slightly paranoid, and she often bottles up her feelings, which results in her snapping and yelling and even occasionally getting violent when she’s upset. Very giving and tries to do her hardest to improve the lives of people in situations similar to her, or really just any bad situations, and definitely not because she feels guilty for not being able to save her family. Enjoys working with plants and the relative solitude of the nursery, and it’s the place where she feels calmest, so it’ll really be a shame when it burns down in that big fire when she’s off at a bank, which also burns down with her inside this time!
Likes: (Optional)
Dislikes: (Optional)
History: Raised in a pretty loving, close-knit family, and then when she was young, her family all got dead in a housefire while she was out doing friendship stuff or at daycare or whatever, and she came home and saw them all getting deaded and her house burning down, and now she’s traumatized and afraid of fire, yay!! Got shoved into an orphanage, which was pretty sucky, and is still there, but she can hopefully leave soon. Also works part-time at a plant nursery cause why not, and donates like half her money to charity and spends the other half on stuff for the younger orphanage kids.

Are you cool?: cool as a reese’s chocolate baked bean cup

Group Name: Sparkly Idiots
How/Why they join this group: Gets caught in the fire after having a panic attack and just. not leaving, gets activated, so on and so forth

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name: Tabitha
Nicknames/Aliases: “I go by many names. Bone Crusher. Slagathor, Destroyer of Worlds. Monarch of the Flying Rat colony, XGJY341! But you can call me… Tammy.”
Age: 19
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Wing-Type: Non-Phoenix , Carrion Crow Wing.
Wingspan: 13”10
Height: 5”6
Physical Description: Tammy is a young woman with a mop of curly black hair on her head, and a pair of pure black wings that have that signature rainbow sheen of a crow’s feathers. She wears a lot of oranges and yellows, finding those to be her favorite colors, which also explains her fixation on brass and bronze as her main metal of choice when making new inventions. She’s always seen with a pair of red-lensed goggles on her, whether they be on her forehead, hanging around her neck, or over top of her strange, bicolored eyes. One eye is a shining yellow, and the other is a deep, amethyst purple. Her shoulders and ears are fluffy with extra black feathers that match her wings.
(A mini I made on HeroForge: Tammy - made with Hero Forge)
Faceclaim: (I don’t art unfortunately.)

Abilities: N/A
Flight-Type: Perfectly average in just about every way. Maybe she has slight stamina issues, but that’s mostly just due to lack of use for those muscles.

Personality: CRAZY.
Or, I guess I should clarify. Not the, “I’m going to scoop out your eyeballs with a rusty spoon” kind of crazy, more like “My brain is running a mile a minute, I talk to the rats and I really, really like people, I just want some friends, will you guys be my FRIENDS???”
The craziness aside, Tammy is a fairly happy-go-lucky, perky individual whom has maybe just spent a little too long living on a rock by herself.
Likes:
Stealing things. Making friends. Making "inventions".
Dislikes:
Being alone.
History:
Tabitha spent many years in a prison, because of this nasty little condition she calls her “sticky fingers” also known as Kleptomania. It was just small things at first, a button, a fork, a ring…. She just needed those things for her inventions, okay?!
This landed her in the Aerynthian equivalent of prison at a very young age, where she, along with other inmates were forced to work sewing textiles, crafting barrels and boxes out of wood, stuff like that in exchange for food, and maybe blankets for those really cold nights.
See, but Tabitha is a Corvid. Her little brain is constantly working back and forth on fifteen different things because it can’t focus on one thing. But when it does? When she does get that blissful hyperfixation on one, specific thing? She is an unstoppable force.

So when Tabitha set her mind on escaping from her prison, you bet within a month, she was gone. Vanished, leaving behind only the wing braces that once bound her to the ground.
She found a small floating rock to settle on, one that looked like it had been hollowed out by years of wind erosion. And that little, drifting rock has become her main base of operations, where she has long conversations with the local flying rat population and making countless useless trinkets and a flamethrower. All made from scavenged materials that she totally legitimately obtained from other floating cities that happen to pass her by.

Are you cool?: “Me? Cool??? I’m so cool! I’m so cool! I built a flamethrower! That’s not cool though, but I like- I justjusi- I jahd- I just I’m so- I ca- ...Beans?”

Group Name: AFAB (All Farmers Are Bastards)
How/Why they join this group: FRIENDSHIP!

 

[unstablepuddle]

Name: Colby Szeppel
Nicknames/Aliases: Cole, Coal-boy, Szeppy
Age: 16, looks 11-12
Preferred Pronouns: he/him

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Charcoal-Winged Percher Dragonfly
Wingspan: 11.5 ft
Height: 5’6”
Physical Description: A tall, wiry little man with a long face, large blue eyes, and a generally grumpy expression. He’s quite thin, a freakin’ beanpole, but very fast, which is good for his favourite hobby, stealing people’s shit and burning it to ashes. He has thick and curly black hair— shorter than he prefers, but longer than most ‘traditional’ male haircuts. His wings are a transparent golden-yellow with red veins, tipped in the matte coal-black markings typical of his species. His wings are pretty normal looking in the dark or under dim light, but in normal light they shimmer and shine a quite irritating amount, and in bright light they’re practically impossible to look at, especially when they’re moving. A row of exoskeletal plates run down his spine, a dark matte black covering most all of his back and shoulderblades down to the lower back and up to his neck. He can’t fold his wings down entirely, but unlike an actual dragonfly, he can still fold them to enough of an angle so that they aren’t always getting in the way.
Faceclaim: not to scale oop—)


Abilities:
-Regeneration: When he dies, unless his core is destroyed, he regenerates as a 13-year-old boy with two black eyes, a possible concussion, a big‘ol hole in his top right wing, and a broken right wrist. Good thing he’s left-handed!
-Invisibility: ‘Now you see me, now you don’t’. He’s not the best at it, so it flickers whenever something or someone touches him, and sometimes turns off when he gets distracted, but it’s good enough. Parts of him that get removed while he’s invisible stay invisible permanently, so he does it a lot to bully the farmers when he’s pissed off at them, which he often is.
-Physical Illusions: ‘Now you see me, now you. . . still see me, except I look different’. He can make slight illusionary changes to his physical appearance, such as making himself a bit shorter, or blonde, or similar things. Visual only, so him being short wouldn’t stand up to even someone just trying to pat him on the head.
-Enhanced Sight: ‘I see you when you’re sleeping, I know when you’re awake. . .” The boy has incredibly good vision, as well as being able to see in the dark. If he concentrates, he can see through illusions, but only if he already knows they’re there, and he definitely needs practice.

Flight-Type: bzz, bzz. Fast and extremely agile/manoeuvrable, but high energy and not good for long-range or long-term flight. He can’t fly very high either, what with his sensitive dragonfly wings, and wind is an absolute bitch.

Personality: A very grumpy little man with both anger and trust issues. Generally quiet and doesn’t like talking much, and also may almost certainly be a bit of a pyromaniac. Just a wee little bit. He’s a very unforgiving person and can hold a grudge for a long time, and is very sensitive about his past and how he came to be on the phoenix farm. Scared of small insectoids, but not large ones, and he has a significant inclination to only trust other phoenixes from the farm— so he only will trust them. Extremely stubborn and very often rude, but he’s realized by now that burning other people’s possessions is a bad idea, so now he only does it when he’s quite upset. Definitely ain’t gonna show you his feelings and keeps them bottled up most all of the time, and has a very annoying strong sense of honour and loyalty and stuff. Very weird, childish sense of humour, but he rarely makes his own jokes.
Likes: (Optional)
Dislikes: (Optional)
History: Colby was very short and scrawny as a child, and wow children can be incredibly cruel and also his foster parents kind of sucked so he was bullied intensely as a child, and his response to that, since he was too small to get back at them physically, was to burn their stuff and then walk up to them and throw the ashes in their faces. Which was a very dumb response, and eventually led to him getting beat to shit and having his wrist broken and his wing punctured when he was about 11, a month or two before he hit the growth spurt that resulted in him turning into longitude itself and getting actual muscles for once in his life. Now, once dear ol’ Cole got out of the hospital, he was real, real angry, and so he decided to go to the house of his main assaulter, in the middle of the night, and burn the girl’s bed— with her in it. That was a really, really bad decision. The bed caught the curtains on fire, which proceeded to catch the rest of the house of fire, where it proceeded to burn down and kill everyone. Except Colby, because although he was stuck in the girl’s room with her while the house burnt down, he was a phoenix, so he didn’t die. The neighbours realized pretty much right away what had happened when Cole emerged from the house fire, as he was rather well-known as a ‘bad kid’, and they were all immediately like ‘someone better do something with this kid or we’re gonna have some serious problems’. Luckily, there just happened to live nearby a friend of the owner of Saltpeak, who intruded and took over ’care’ of Colby, telling everyone their friend ran a ‘special place’ for ‘people like him’. Also known as a Phoenix farm, where he was sent a few weeks/months later to live out the rest of his life until now.

Are you cool?: yes, and to prove it I’ll tell you a cool fact; raw kidney beans are toxic B) they give you two-tip tummy terror

Group Name: All Farmers Are Bastards
How/Why they join this group: One of the farm phoenixes. He gets enlightened to the fact that they’re escaping and goes ’sounds good with me, let’s move it, I hate this place incredibly much’.

 

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Name: Phedre
Nicknames/Aliases: "P"
Age: 18
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Wing-Type: Activated Phoenix Common Barn Owl
Wingspan: 10"3'
Height: 5"6'
Physical Description: Phedre's wings are long and broad, made for night gliding. The wing's cover feathers are a pristine, slightly off white that shimmer gold in direct sunlight. The secondary's have light, gleaming gold feathers while the primary's turn into a bright, burnt gold. Her eyes are a vibrant orangey-gold and extremely sensitive to light. Phedre's hair is wavy, thick and unruly, tangled knots complimenting the fiery red color. She's slender and agile on her feet, the hollowness of her bones making her already light frame easier to get off the ground. That is, if her wings weren't regularly clipped or plucked in captivity. Wears very plain, baggy clothes.
Faceclaim: (For now a Picrew until I find the energy to draw)


Credit: BAYDEWS Picrew Maker

Abilities:
-Regeneration When Phedre dies, spare her core, she regenerates to 14 years old with third degree burns and lungs charred with smoke, these heal up pretty fast, however, it takes her longer than most phoenix's to respawn and will be quite drained until her rebirth heals the burns and her lungs

-Night Sight Phedre can see perfectly clear, as if it were daytime, during night. In turn, however, she is extremely sensitive to daylight and bright, artificial light. It can be used against her.

-Acute Hearing Phedre can hear sounds from hundreds of feet away, she can and will overhear you. Again, in turn, this can be used against her as loud noises can easily stun her.

-High Flexibility Phedre can move almost every joint just a bit further than most others, she's able to turn her necks at stomach twisting angles


Flight-Type: Night Glider - Good Maneuverability and Soaring, however flies quite slow compared to most wing types

Personality:
Phedre is quite bold and rebellious, often getting her in deep trouble with the farmers. She goes out of her way to cause trouble, wanting to be a pain in the ass the moment she resigned to her fate at the farm. Despite her spite and problems she causes for the farmers, she is kinder to her fellow phoenix's, going out of her way to make sure everyone is okay, healthy and doing well. She goes out of her way to befriend the other guys, gals and pals residing in the hellho- excuse me... farm. Often, she even goes out of her way to take the blame for other's mistakes, she'd rather get punished than some of her younger or weaker peers. Everyday she wakes up and chooses violence, convincing herself that she was strong, a girlboss, and can take anything life hands to her. Good or bad. Mostly bad.

History:
Phedre grew up with a loving family, both parents having owl wings. They were, in fact, disappointed that their daughter had been born with a common owl's wings. Despite this, they raised her with a loving home, a picture perfect childhood. Even in her rebellious tweenaged years, they cared for her and doted on her needs. It changed, however, when she decided to cook dinner for her parents one night, disaster struck. She cooked practically every night, making dishes of all sorts, so it was quite a surprise when the stove caught fire. She was in the other room and didn't notice the fire until it had spread through the whole cooking space. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't put out the fire, nor could she make it out of her house on time. The smoke in her lungs became too much as her thick wings caught fire in the ash and flame of the house.

When she woke up, the wooden house was in piles around her. Despite remembering being burned alive, she felt perfectly healthy waking up in that pile of ash. When her parents found her alive just a few hours later, they called her a demon and a monster. Their real daughter was dead, burned in the house the stupid girl set fire to. In their words, of course. When they realized what had truly happened, they sold her to one of the phoenix farms nearby, wanting nothing to do with what they saw as a curse. And that's how she had lived for the past 4 years, trapped and pissing off guys who murder her in cold blood on a daily basis.

Are you cool?: Cool Beans :00

Group Name: AFAB/All Farmers Are Bastards