-rare- phsycic (using it to manipulate himself into images of fire- if that's not allowed than fire)
fire, stars, silver slivers... eyes below.
He'd have some bits of black, a fiery coat, and maybe some silver accents? Like his namesake. Pretty and dangerous looking...

Apollo, no matter what he looks like, was and is a total sweetheart. Contrary to popular belief, it isn't him that's the mischievous one. It was always his "precious" sister. Well.. he can be a little scary sometimes. Especially now that he's all grown up. Still, he isn't the one to start fights. He's simply much more willing to finish them than he used to be. As he'll tell you, when your sis likes to pick fights, and you always get blamed, you have to get strong fast, and be ruthless. Otherwise, it'll cost you. You might even lose a leg. But he'll also tell you, he's much happier that it was him rather than his sister, and if it came down to it, he'd give up his life to save her. He adores his tiny big sister, and would do anything for her. It's no secret either- at this point, anyone who knows Apollo and Artemis is well aware of the fact that Apollo is extremely protective of his big sister.
Of course, you may be wondering if the two are actually related by blood...
The answer is, it really doesn't matter. In their own minds, they are brother and sister, so whether they truly are related or not makes no difference to them. After all, they grew up together.
Apollo and Artemis used to have a slightly different dynamic.
For the most part, the personality of the two kids hasn't changed. Artemis has always been sassy and bossy, while Apollo has always been more timid and quiet. You see, when little Apollo was born, he was quite small. He wouldn't- and still doesn't- want to hurt a fly. Yet, being more foxlike than his adorable sister, he was often blamed for her mischeviousness. He never pointed the blame at her, nor did he fight against his scolding. He simply accepted it, for he loved his big sister, and would much rather himself be the one in trouble rather than her.
After a while, though, his passive approach wasn't good enough.. and had dire consequences. One day, Artemis took it too far. She picked a fight that she absolutely could not win. And this one? This one was different, for the gator she picked a fight with
knew it was her. He was ruthless, and would've done something Apollo absolutely couldn't ignore. And so, for the first time in his life, the tiny foxling gator actively sought out a fight.
When he arrived, he challenged the other gator, saying in his soft voice, "If I win, you leave Artemis alone." The ruthless, arrogant adult laughed and accepted the challenge, thinking he'd get to fight twice as many guarenteed battles. He immediately launched himself at little Apollo, and found himself rather suprised at the how quick Apollo was. In the end, the attacker was simply too large and much more experienced, and grabbed Apollo's back leg, biting into it and shaking his head viciously.
And that is when things changed.
Apollo twisted around, with barely a whimper, and grabbed his attacker's muzzle. His rage-filled, nightime and fire eyes seemed as though the colors were swirling wildly, and his irregular split pupils suddenly seemed more like black holes. The attacker felt himself filled to the brim with absolute terror, before he yowled as though his entire body was on fire, turning and fleeing- taking the bottom of Apollo's leg with him.
Many things happened on that day. Apollo discovered his element, and the power that it could hold. He realized that a passive approach wasn't always good enough, and through himself with extreme dedication into learning to fight- when his big sister wasn't looking, of course. He began a growth spurt that would eventually lead him to tower over his sister. And though he might've lost part of his leg, he replaced it with something far more valuable.
Apollo never told Artemis what caused the change in him- physically and mentally. Indeed, he did his best to hide it from her, and has never told her quite how he lost his leg. He never complained about it either- having a intricately swirled silver and gold prothestetic, inlaid with fire opals, and sporting diamond and fire opal claws that could never break was much cooler anyway. And he thought, with his middle talon being a deep blue opal that reminded him of his sister, that it couldn't be much better anyway.
As he grew, he didn't change too much. He is still the quiet, happy shadow of his sister. He still remains a sweetheart who would rather not hurt anything. Yet, now he knows that he sometimes may not have a choice, and should that time come?
He knows he'll be prepared.