by Sciencin' » Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:17 am
Username: Unisus
Name Phoenix of Fire
Gender: male
Age: 5
Personality: Phoenix is wild and free. He hates people telling him what to do, but if you catch him in a good mode, he can be rather warm, carefree and playful, but he can get out of hand and won't admit that he made a mistake very easily. If he's sad- which is rare- he can be cold, silent and sulky. When he's angry... keep your distance.
Story*Optional*:
I was but a young Dasani when I first came to Earth.
When I first saw the planet, I was fascinated with the brilliant swirls of blue, green and white. As I flew around it to the side where the Star's light didn't reach, I saw beautiful, golden lights all across the green part of the planet. I was enchanted, and flew closer, and closer, until I landed on something hard. I expected it to be green or blue, but instead when I looked down, it was...
Gray.
Dull, dull gray, my least favorite color.
Then I saw the creatures that lived there. They were the strangest creatures ever. They walked on two legs, they had no fur except on their head, their eyes were tiny, they wore something colorful on themselves, and they lacked a tail and ears. I wondered, how can they see, or feel? They're so... strange!
Then my life changed when one of them walked up to you.
"Who are you?" she asked, and I focused on her language. My jaws adjusted themselves, and I told her, "I am Phoenix."
From then on, I was with the little girl- for I now knew that was what they were called- almost always. Her name was Maria. I found out that she had never seen orange before, which startled me, until I looked around once more. Then I had an idea. I touched a claw to a plant, and it's leaves turned orange.
"How did you do that?!" The girl asked.
Skip the long conversation we had there and to what it led to. From then on, every year, I flew around the world, turning the leaves on trees orange. The humans began calling it "Autumn" and that became my nickname.
I am Phoenix. But I am also Autumn.
Art/Extras*Optional*:
A lonely leaf
Under the night sky
Turns orange in the moonlight
Under the shine of the stars, it falls
Many leaves, orange trees
Never will come a time where autumn truly sleeps
literally only here to get rats