[SilverSamurai]

Username;; _Alex_

name ||
Chanyeol (찬열)

name meaning ||
From Sino-Korean 燦 "vivid, illuminating; bright"
and 烈 "fiery, violent, vehement, ardent"

nickname ||
Arson

gender ||
agender (dmab)

pronouns ||
he/him

sexuality ||
demiromantic bisexual

height ||
eight foot three inches

theme song ||
crazy=genius by panic! at the disco

1/3 of my designs for the night. Little bonfire viscet for you guys c:

This will be the hardest comp of the 3 - a 72 hour impress me. That's exactly 3 days - ending at 10pm est on June 15th! Any forms edited after will be disqualified. Sorry! That being said, go crazy. Anything is ok for this lil fire viscet. Here's the bare minimum for the form!

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You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna
burn burn burn

name ||
Chanyeol (찬열)

name meaning ||
From Sino-Korean 燦 "vivid, illuminating; bright"
and 烈 "fiery, violent, vehement, ardent"

nickname ||
Arson

gender ||
agender (dmab)

pronouns ||
he/him

sexuality ||
demiromantic bisexual

height ||
eight foot three inches

theme song ||
crazy=genius by panic! at the disco

You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna
learn learn learn

intelligent ||
Chanyeol is intelligent, remarkably so, with an IQ of 208 on the human scale. There is no knowledge that is too complex for him to handle. At the moment, he is fluent in eight languages (viscet, english, korean, spanish, mandarin, japanese, french, and russian) and is in the process of learning three more (portugese, latin, italian). He is knowledgable enough in both human and viscet anatomy that he could confidently pose as a surgeon. He's taken enough classes and consulted on enough projects that he is a literal rocket scientist, having helped the russians launch a space shuttle into orbit. His memory is nearly a perfect example of an eidetic memory, the only memories that he cannot recal being ones that he has purposely blocked.

determined ||
Once Chanyeol has decided within his mind that he will do something, there is nothing that can stop him. He is the very definition of ruthlessly determined. There is nothing that can stop him. Physically or mentally.

confident ||
Chanyeol has complete and utmost confidence in himself. He knows his mind has yet to fail him, and that there are very few minds on earth that can rival his. His knowledge is very rarely wrong, and he takes pride in that. Physically, he knows he looks good. Not only does he have an attractive patterning to his fur, but he is also in a good shape. Working out at least five times a week has only boosted his confidence.

observant ||
Chanyeol has an extremely keen eye suited for picking out the smallest of details. A result of his upbringing, it has saved him more than once in his life. There are very few details that get passed him. He is able to catalog and record the scent of every acquaintance he has ever made. He can catch a pick pocket at work in a blink of an eye. Every twitch of a feather and flutter of an eyelash is all caught in every conversation. There is nothing that escapes his observation.

adaptable ||
As smart as he is, it is easy for Chanyeol to adapt. In new environments, it takes him only a short time to pick up all the necessary information to survive. Within a week, he can learn a foreign language well enough to carry basic conversations. Within two weeks, he has picked up all the social and cultural clues that allow him to blend in flawlessly with the native population. If one of his plans requires change, you can best believe he has at least 15 different back ups. And if not one of those back ups is suitable, in less than five minutes he can present you with a totally new and unique strategy that will be better than anything you have ever seen.

charismatic ||
As observant as he is, it was not hard for Chanyeol to learn how to be extremely charismatic. When the trait is called for. He's learned how to be a smooth talker, how to put the ladies at ease with a twitch of his lips and a twinkle in his eye. How to reassure gentlemen that he means them no harm, and would actually be interested in a night together.

hardworking ||
Chanyeol is hardworking by nature, there is no way around that. His determination, his intelligence, his adaptability, all of them are results of hard work. Of the blood, sweat, tears, and ash that he poured into everything he does.

faithful ||
A result of his determination, Chanyeol is extremely faithful once he has found a cause worth supporting. Whether that cause be a person, a viscet, or an ideal. Twice in his life has he found two causes to be totally faithful to. And not once has he ever broken that faith. If you have found yourself worthy of his faithfulness, trust in the fact that he will never betray you.

decisive ||
Decisions are easy for Chanyeol to make. It takes only seconds for him to run the odds through his head. To determine which route will benefit him the most in the long run. So within seconds, he can make life changing decisions that effect not only himself, but others. Thus, he is decisive.

meticulous ||
There cannot be a hair out of place in Chanyeol's plans. He is meticulous, excruciatingly so. Everything has to be perfect. Every single little detail. The color of his walls, the time at which he begins his plans. And he is always so very careful to make sure that each and every single detail is carried out. You can always count on him to be meticulous and never miss a detail.

stubborn ||
Just because he can make decisions and adapt to change, doesn't mean he likes to. At his very core, Chanyeol is stubborn. He will rarely change his plans if he doesn't have to, choosing instead to stick to his Plan A. To the way that he firmly believes is the best. And if you ever dare to get into an argument with him, you will discover that he makes mules look agreeable. He will never back down from his viewpoint first, even if it has been proved wrong.

paranoid ||
Chanyeol hears them. Every single second of every single day. He knows that are searching for him. He knows that they are willing to do anything to catch him. He knows this. And he can never allow them to sneak up on him. It's why he's so observant. They can't ambush him if he spots them first. And thus the paranoia. There is nothing you can do to convince him that he does not need to keep watching out for them.

uncaring ||
He doesn't care. Okay? Get that into your head. He doesn't care about you. You're not one of his beloved's. He couldn't care less what happens to you. If you burn, you burn. If you die, you die. There is nothing you can do to convince him to care about you. And don't even bother trying to get him to care about your petty materialistic belongings. He'll be happy to watch burn. To watch the flames twist and dance and sway. To watch them turn your favorite possessions into ash and smoke.

artistic ||
There's always a certain beauty to Chanyeol's work. He has the eye of an artist in some ways. Contrasts and depth. The way the red and orange blend so beautifully and stand out in stark contrast against the night sky. The pitch black of coals against pure white snow dusted with the finest layer of grey powder. If you look carefully. You will see the beauty in his work.

competitive ||
Chanyeol likes to be the best at what he does. He can't just do it well, he has to do it perfectly. In his mind, everything is a competition. That is why he knows so many languages. Why he has traveled to so many countries to show off his skills. Why each and every one of his projects is bigger and brighter and more outstanding than the last. And heaven help the one who dares to show off their plans on the same day as him. He is not one to loose a competition no matter how small.

petty ||
Chanyeol is, for all his faults, petty as well. He takes the smallest and most unimportant of insults to heart and blows them way out of proportion. And you can bet that he will never ever forget that slight against him. Ten years down the road, and that insult shall be brought to the forefront of his mind once again.

obsessive ||
Chanyeol takes the word obsessive and gives it a whole new meaning at times. Once something has caught his attention. And really drawn him in, in the way that most things cannot, he shall not let it escape him. Never shall he allow it to leave his mind. That thing, whether it be a person, object, or cause, shall always be held in focus in a small corner of his mind. If it's an insult, you can bet that he shall take revenge. If it's a person, they shall be worshiped like a god.

destructive ||
Chanyeol thrives on one thing and one thing alone: destruction. He cares more for the physical sort. For broken windows and slashed tires and burning leather and exploding metal. But he does like the mental and emotional kind as well. Even if it takes more time and effort. Beware the poor soul who decides to turn Chanyeol pure. He can play mind games like no one else.

vengeful ||
Vengeful and spiteful are two words that aptly describe Chanyeol. He never forgets any slight against him. And he never lets it fade away into the past. He shall always take his revenge. Even if it is only in the smallest of ways. Beware though, you never know if you shall find yourself at the end of one of his plans, or with only a salted coffee to drink.

possessive ||
Chanyeol is possessive. What is his, is his. And it cannot and will not belong to somebody else> He will risk life and limb to keep what is his, his. He has and will move heaven and earth to protect his things. And this possessiveness, extends to viscets as well as items. And woe to the viscet that tries to leave his side.

deceptive ||
Lies, secrets, and masks. That's all Chanyeol ever shows to anyone. How many times has he claimed to be someone he is not? How many times has he crossed his fingers and avoided telling that secret. That one that he keeps close to his heart? How many times has he placed a mask upon his head and pretended to be a gentleman? Too many times to count.

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

Lemure ||
Lemure is neither an enemy nor a friend in the mind of Chanyeol. He met this viscet during The After, and only recently at that. It had been an accident, their encounter. Chanyeol had taken a wrong turn for once in his life, blinded by the thick milky white fog that was filtering down from the mountains. When he stumbled across the ghost town, he was delighted. Everything was perfectly positioned for him to burn it all. The wood was old and worn, somehow utterly dry despite the constant fog. It was perfect. Just as he struck his first match however, a low growling resounded through the valley. It was no one other than Lemure, enraged that Chanyeol had dared to try and burn their territory. Explanations and mind games were handed out in equal measure. At the end of the day, Chanyeol walked out of their territory with his next plan in mind and Lemure's territory was left intact. He has yet to decide if that ghost looking viscet shall be a friend of his or an enemy. Soon though, he will know.

Peter ||
Peter can only be described as a friend in Chanyeol's mind. If only because he is so relatively harmless compared to Chanyeol himself. He met the viscet during The Event when wandering through Europe with Her. He managed to help the pink maned viscet steal a few goods, yet Peter turned down the invitation Chanyeol offered him. A place in helping him pull off his latest plan. He hasn't really kept in touch with the other viscet. But he is sure he would be willing to talk to him if they were to ever cross paths again.

Zain ||
Zain can only be described as an enemy in the mind of Chanyeol. Perhaps his earliest enemy, Chanyeol's rivalry with Zain stems from a long period during The Before. Never since then has Chanyeol been able to forget this other fiery viscet. The one who is both a DJ and the leader of the gang that drove Chanyeol near the edge more than once. Too many times did he find himself the victim of that gang. Some believe that it is Zain who drove Chanyeol to create his first plan. And perhaps they are right. For without Zain, Chanyeol would be a far different viscet. As it is, Chanyeol has never forgotten Zain's slights against him. And even now, he has begun to plan his revenge. Years since The Before and the time he left Zain in the dust. What has changed most drastically however, is that Chanyeol is now more than willing to bite back.

Madigan ||
Madigan is as close to a friend as Chanyeol believes they can be. They met during The Event, at the insistence of Her. And yet, they still keep in touch. The first time they teamed up together, it was a struggle. Both Chanyeol and Madigan fighting to be in charge of the operation. And yet, it was eventually Chanyeol who won out. His plan ultimately being the one followed. Never before had one of his plans ended in such beautiful destruction. Since then, they have teamed up several times. Most times, they do nothing but destroy for the sake of destruction. Yet a time or two, one has called upon the other to help them extract revenge. And soon, Chanyeol will want Madigan's help once more.

Kodiak ||
Enemy, enemy, enemy. There is no other word that Chanyeol can use to describe Kodiak other than enemy. He is the one who ruined his life. He is the one who stole Her away from him. He and his fancy, well planned murders. Oh, how he would love to find Kodiak burned to a crisp after one of his fires. How many plans has he made that list Kodiak as the target? Not even he can count that high. But as much as he would love to, he has yet to implement a plan. Because killing him would mean hurting Her. And he cannot due that to Her. He simply cannot.

Chantal ||
Her. She is the love of his life. The one that he would do anything for. He loves her more than he loves anything else. Even if his view of love is twisted and odd. She was the one who hurt him more than anyone else in the world. And yet, he still loves her. Despite her wishes, he still keeps track of her every movement. She is still his. Even if he is not hers.

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

Chronic Insomnia ||
Like so many people with high an high IQ score, Chanyeol suffers from Chronic Insomnia. There are often weeks where he will survive and function off of as little as 12 hours of sleep. He's suffered from this from childhood, although it became more prominent during the time frame of The Event.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ||
As a result of a few less than stellar childhood memories form The Before and a few run ins with the law at the beginning of The After, Chanyeol suffers from mild post traumatic stress disorder. It rarely affects his life, and he has mostly gotten over this disease. Although from time to time, it does make an appearance.

Anti Social Personality Disorder ||
Chanyeol is often described as a text book case of a sociopath by those that do not know him. And while that might not be 100% true, he is in all rights a sociopath.

Pyromania ||
Very little to say about this one. Chanyeol constantly has an obsessive desire to set fire to objects around him.

Then I'm an arsonist
I'm a rocket scientist

Chanyeol is, in the simplest of terms, an arsonist. He burns things solely for his own enjoyment and pleasure. And yet, arsonist is too plain a word for Chanyeol. Most arsonists are little fish. Rebellious teens who are only brave enough to set fire to one or two small structures before calling it quits. Scared to get caught by the cops. Or perhaps a hired hand who will set fire to perhaps one building before being roped in to police. And if those viscets are arsonists, than Chanyeol is in a category all of his own. He is the Hannibal Lector of arsonists. Each and every one of his fires is planned perfectly. And the result of his plan is a masterpiece so well structured and designed, that he is able to walkaway free every time. There is nothing to link his plans together, except for the fact that they are all obviously planned. From the timing of the fire to the way the ash falls. He plans every bit of his fires. And he sets fire to more things than most people would dream of. House fires, forest fires, car explosions, plane crashes... if it can be considered arson, he has committed it in one way or another. Only twice in his life has he been caught. Once, after his first fire when he was still a viscling. And a second time when he needed to be inside a prison to execute his latest plan. Of course, seeing as he commits arson only for himself (now that She is gone), he does have a 'real' job in order to pay the bills. A government hired rocket scientist for Russia.

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

Chanyeol has, within his mind, divided his life into three parts. The first part is, quite unoriginally, The Before. Unlike many believe however, this section of his life does not end at the time he became an Arsonist. No, no, The Before is the time in his life between when he was born, and when he met Her.

His life started out rather simply. The youngest of five children, his parents were both owned viscets who, despite their dreams and talents, had no other job except to be a pet. Rather unintelligent due to years and years of being treated as if they were no better than a dog, Chanyeol's parents had no name for their youngest son. Instead, they simply called him son. His owners, a pair of rather cruel humans, called him Fire.

For awhile, life was good. He had four older brothers and sisters to play with, two parents to feed him, and a pair of owners to pet him whenever he so desired. And so he was happy. At least until his owners realized he was different. A little too different. He was smart. Smarter even than his eldest sibling, a young female who was close to 5 years old. Not even a year old, and already the chirps and thrills of his native tongue were clearer to the humans ears than even his parents were. He could not only track and follow the trajectory of a ball mid throw, but he could open and close the doors of the house, even going so far as to being able to enter in the key code to the front door. And scarily enough, he was more than able to start a fire entirely on his own in the small fireplace in the living room.

By the time he was enrolled in the viscet only school on the other side of town, he had already mastered english. Not only could he speak it, but he could also read and write it fluently. And still, his unusual fascination with fire persisted. It would be an understatement to say that he excelled in school. All through his school years, he was the best at every subject. Getting near perfect remarks on every paper with ease. Theoretically, he should have been happy. Satisfied. He should have been able to go out and make friends. But he couldn't. He was too different.

And for that he suffered. He was beaten up in the back of alley ways of the city far too many times to count. Every other afternoon, a new bully would gift him a new bruise. At first, it hurt. Of course it did. But only physically. Because far too quickly he managed to become numb emotionally. And that didn't help one bit. If anything, it sent him closer to the path of destruction.

He set his first fire alight a week before he graduated, several years earlier than most. It was spontaneous. No planning. No foresight. Nothing. He simply chose for the first time in his life to give into the urge to set something ablaze. Because yes, he burnt small fires before. But this, this was different. Throwing gasoline all over the walls and floor boards, lighting a match and tossing, standing as close as possible to the flames without singing his fur. He had never felt more alive.

That feeling lasted until the night after his graduation. He had been careless a week before when he set his first fire alight. And somehow or another, the law had tracked him down as the culprit. His parents, his owners, his siblings, everyone was shocked at the crime he had committed. Of course they had noted his affinity for fire, but never had they thought it would lead to arson. They should have though. All the warning signs were there.

He got off lightly, serving only two months behind bars. Rather than teaching him to regret his actions, those two months behind bars only served to strengthen his desire to set things ablaze. It was there that he began to create his first plan. This time, his fire would burn bigger and brighter, and he wouldn't allow himself to be caught.

Three weeks after getting released from prison, he ran away from home. From his old life. He reinvented himself, abandoning the names 'fire' and 'five' and instead taking up the name Chanyeol. And, as a final farewell, he left the school in which he had suffered for so long engulfed in an inferno of flames.

Chanyeol spent the next few months hiding away in a small corner of New York City, taking college courses online under a human alias and executing his latest plans. With each plan, his fires grew bigger, brighter, and hotter. Each building he burned harder to set fire to than the last. It wasn't long before they realized his works were connected. The fires were all too flawless to be executed by more than one person. And so, the media gave him the nickname Arson.

Soon enough though, he grew bored of the city. The cops and special investigators of New York were far too easy to fool. There was no longer any fun to his games. And the job he had secured with the Russians could be preformed anywhere in the world. So he moved locations. Boarding a plane to Paris with no hesitation. It is there, that he met Her.

You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna
burn burn burn

He meet her in an old abandoned warehouse. He had been exploring the city, trying to find the perfect target for his first fire in Paris. He never expected to run across another viscet standing over the bloody corpse of another viscet. But he had. And in that moment, he realized he had never seen anything quite so beautiful in his life.

It had been tricky at first. Convincing her not to kill him and use him as the centerpiece in her latest display of her cruelty. It was only after letting it slip that he was Arson that she spared him. She was a fan of his work. And he was a fan of hers. Because she was Wendigo. The feared serial killer of France.

It really was of no surprise that they teamed up together. They were both young. She still in high school and he only two years older than her. Their distaste for the law was similar. And both of them reveled in chaos and destruction. It was a match made in hell. To Chanyeol, she was the opposite half of his soul. The one he was destined to spend the rest of his days with. He had no idea she viewed him only as a friend.

For several years, they worked together. Chanyeol convincing her to drop out of school and follow him. Together, they traveled the world, pulling of plan after plan. Everyone knew of them. They knew that Wendigo and Arson worked hand and hand. They gained inspiration from each other. His fires grew more artistic and elaborate, leaving behind pieces of art that very few understood. And her murders, they flourished. Never before had the blood flowed so red from beneath her paws. Never had her kills been so brutal. It was perfect. Until it wasn't.

It started when she met Kodiak. The killer who's work could rival even her own. At first everything seemed fine to Chanyeol. Kodiak was simply a friend to her. He missed the warning signs though, too caught up in his latest plan. A fundraiser was being hosted at a museum in Russia. And if would be the perfect night to burn the whole place down. Guests and all. He missed the way she looked at him in horror. How she began to slowly withdraw around him. How she began to turn more and more to Kodiak. He missed it, until it all came to head.

The hotel room was dimly lit, illuminated by a single lamp in the corner of the room. He stood bent over the desk, sketching out the final part of his plan. Tomorrow, the charity gala would go up in flames. So caught up was he in his work, that he did not notice her packing up her things until she stood before him, suitcase in hand and bag over her shoulder.

"Chanyeol," she said softly, drawing his attention. "This is it. I'm leaving. I can't do this anymore." His brow furrowed. "Wait what? You can't leave. Tomorrow is the gala." She smiled softly. "Exactly. I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving while I still can."

"You're leaving." he said flatly, her words sinking in. "Because you can't do this anymore. What exactly is the 'this' you can't stand anymore?" he demanded, voice rising towards the end. She couldn't leave him.

"The fires Chanyeol! I can't handle your plans and schemes any longer. Especially this latest one of yours. It's taking things too far." He could see it in her face that she was serious. And it hurt. Oh how it hurt him. And as much as he loved her, he couldn't help but lash out, desperate to protect himself as much as possible. "Too far? How is this too far? Especially for you! For hell's sake you kill people for fun! Or have you forgotten that 'Wendigo'?"

The change in her demeanor was starling, her body tensing up and her eyes hardening. He knew her well enough to know that his words had really stung. "I'm meeting Kodiak in america. Don't try and find me." She said, voice hard as she turned and quickly made her way to the door way. Door open, she turned her head and said three last words to him. "Good bye Chanyeol."

And that was the last he saw of her.

You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna
learn learn learn

The burning of the gala went off without a hitch. It was his most perfect fire yet, burning hotter than the sun. 563 people and viscets died. It was the last the world say of Arson for six months.

When he resurfaced, it was to burn down a small court building in Germany. The fire was sloppy. All dull orange flames and half burned wood. And for the first time since high school, he stood in front of the flames, personally watching as everything burned. When the authorities arrived, he didn't hesitate to confess to the crime. They arrested him, and he didn't struggle once. It wasn't until he was brought before the judge that he confessed to being Arson. Providing more details to his fires than anyone else ever knew of.

The Americans got their hands on him through some legal footwork. Chanyeol found himself locked away in a maximum security prison. Foolishly not in solitary confinement. He was beat up ten separate times before they put him in his own cell. Five days later, he walked out of the prison free of handcuffs, the building completely engulfed in flames.

Since then, his fires have been more viscous and brutal than anything ever seen before. Every other week, he starts a new fire. He's skipped around over half the globe, leaving behind a trail of flames and destruction. And yet, he is still planning his biggest fire. One that will be seen world wide.

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

There are many things Chanyeol likes. Knowledge is one. He absolutely enjoys learning anything and everything he can. He likes the smell of freshly cut pine trees. The sound of spray paint ghosting over brick walls. Classical music preformed on the harpsichord. Space and anything and everything having to do with rockets. And of course fire. Smoke and ash and burning embers. The sight of a building burned to a crisp.

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

The snow and ice. Rainstorms that arise out of nowhere and put out the flames he works so hard to create. Traitors and liars who dare to lie to him. Incense burning. Churches and anything related to Christianity. Those who underestimate him. Spinach and other leafy green foods. Electric keyboards and pianos. Those who jokingly butcher languages. Anyone who dares to try and be a better arsonist than he is.

Then I'm an arsonist
I'm a rocket scientist

by myself

Hey ay ay, hey ay
If crazy equals genius

Long ago, he created himself the human alias of Maria Espinova. A forty three year old native of Spain, she lives alone with her five goats. She has piercing blue-green eyes, dirty blonde hair, and an olive skin tone. Her face is heart-shaped and she stands at an average five feet four inches. She is the daughter of Elisa and Raphael Espinova and is an only child. She has no husband, but was dating a man by the name of Blake Lively for ten years until he recently passed away in a car crash. She lives by herself in a small home somewhere in Barcelona.

There's no residue of a torturer
Inside of your eyes

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[HellyBoo]

~ In an Owner ~

Username;; The one and Only HellyBoo.
About me;; You've got my Username already, you can call me Boo or Helly, however you prefer. I am the owner of One Viscet, recently gifted to me, by the name of Bijou. I own a few other species and they are all super spoilt and loved, the same would go for Phoenix. Art and roleplays, general love of him and all there is to him.
Me as an owner;; As stated, I'll try my very best to be the best owner for his loving soul. I'll draw myself, I'll buy him art, organise roleplays, be active on the Fanclub, just in general love the heck outta my baby-to-be-hopefully.
Credit;; All art was made by myself, Its not very good but ahh well. Id like to thank Firewolf56, Genderfluid, Rainbowpitbull and StarRayGlowButt for the use of their Viscets throughout my form.

~ Only the basics ~

Name;; His name is Phoenix. “Don't use it to much, it does belong to me.”
Behind the name;; I chose Phoenix because it popped out to me, and all honesty, I showed a friend the precious thing and she said Phoenix. “This friend clearly isn't stupid. It's simply perfection.” The reason I liked this name is because it shares with the Greek immortal bird, rising from the ashes, coming from the word Phoinix meaning ‘Dark Red.’ “Which is clearly true. I am semi dark red of course as well as being epic, I was clearly born from fire.”

Nicknames;; I myself call Phoenix Nikki or simply Nix. He likes being called Nix but cannot stomach Nikki, probably the main reason I call him Nikki. “Yeah. What a wonderful person to harass a poor innocent Viscet with a petty nickname. Pfft. Nikki.”
Gender;; Nix is a Male. Born male and still a male. “No comment. Stupid question to begin with.”
Sexuality;; Phoenix is heterosexual, for anyone who isn't aware of the meaning “I'm only interested in the ladies. Pretty ladies to be real honest here. Okay, personality matters but a good looking girl is a nice start.” Oi Nikki, stop drooling over there -casual grumbles- (Possible change with life)
Birthday;; Phoenix's birthday is July the 18th. “No comment. It's. Birthday.”
Star Sign;; Nixs star sign is a Cancer, which is kind of him but not totally. “My element is clearly not water. Though don't get me wrong, I love water.”

~ Inside the fire ~

~ What's dead never dies ~

“Get it? I'm an immortal Phoenix? Okay Okay. that was a Game of thrones comment.” Years in Human mentality.

|8 years|

Phoenix was young but was definitely old enough to remember the stories his mother told him, how his father was a great man, travelling the world to save people. His father was a doctor, a well known doctor in that fact, treating deadly diseases and curing disorders. He remembered his father telling him that they were just nightmares, they meant nothing. Night after night he told the young Viscet, “it's just a dream, go to sleep.” he never knew how much those ‘dreams’ hurt him. He never tried to help his own son. He didnt mind, he coped, he’d always just coped with his nightmares. One time he remembered and will always remember was one of his fathers trips, going to help a young viscet who suffered from multiple disorders, described to be a danger to themselves and others. So he left.

He was gone for over a week, but during that one trip, his mother became violently ill, coughing up blood, Hazy eyes, he had no idea what was wrong. She would just lay in bed. Nix tried to call his dad, who simply told him they were just nightmares, never for a moment stopping to listen. Just hours before his father was due to return home, his mother passed away. She remained in the bed until his father came home, Phoenix just sitting against a wall, watching the bed with his fixated little eyes. His mother had died. The only one that could support him was left to die. Nix always blamed his father for murder, accused him of not caring. “he never cared. He was go busy… he let her die.” calm down Nix. Ifs okay hun. “keep going humans. I'll just listen.”

Nix was broken from that point, would sit and cry against the same wall, watching the bed. He'd barely eat and would never usually move. His father tried his hardest to help him, make the young Viscet eat or drink, tried to stop Nix was killing himself, starving himself to death was the way it was going. Soon he snapped out of his uncontrollable behavior and set himself up to succeed in life, not by following a dream, but to never allow someone to shape his future but him.

|12 Years|

At the age of 12, Phoenix's life had basically returned to how it once was, still unable to forgive his father he learnt that there was nothing that could've been changed. It wasn't Nixs fault and he knew that now. But it still held his father responsible. Phoenix didn't mind staying with the Viscet, though he was almost never there. Still running off helping people. He soon figured out his father was away more often, for longer periods of time. He was soon abandoned completely. His father never called and never returned home.

He was left to fend for himself and he soon wandered from the house he called home to attempt to actually survive the bad world. He was fortunate enough to only spend a short time on the streets when he was found by a lovely young Viscet by the name of Ennek. Ennek was walking back from the record store when she spotted Phoenix. “To be honest, to start with I never liked her.” She scooped up the tired young viscet and took her into her home. Ennek said he'd be able to recover and then go home, Nix then told her how he had no home and soon, despite the dislike Phoenix had to begin with, he had a new home and a new mother.

Time went by and it was a beautiful situation for Phoenix and Ennek loved his company, sharing music and living happily together. She adored him just as much as he adored her. Life was happy and with Ennek around, would always be happy.

|18 Years|

When Nix turned 18 he was proud as punch, his life was a happy place, minus his nightmares most nights, he was able to control the pain once he woke up, able to calm himself freely, most of the time which made falling back asleep easier. He isn't as sleep deprived most of the time, sometimes hes a little grumpy “Ennek tells me this enough so Shush human.” indeed she does, she has to live with you, can't be healthy.

But soon Phoenix decided to go out on his own, he got himself a nice home, he even keeps it clean. It's a beautiful place and now he has a job at rhe local papers as an editor, he gets money to support himself. You'd never imagine this viscet to be an editor but be in facts loves going on people's work, making them sound better and being happy with he sees people read it the following day. He wanted to be a reporter himself but sadly it ment talking to people, the off chance it's a male would absolutely ruin his whole career.

At the age of 18 he met his 3 closest friends, Seabreeze, Siri and Minze, all separate occasions but all definitely good friends of his. He enjoys the company, being he really doesnt like being alone but enjoying to company of two male Viscets really bothers him sometimes “But its all good, they are awesome.” Stop trying to suck up to them, Nikki, it won't work on those two. His life is good. It remains good and will always be good with this small group of trouble makers.

|Now (22 Years)|

Still remaining on his own, still always in contact with Ennek, still catching up with his good friends and still just as much of a trouble maker as he always was. He has not assessed any new friends yet but is always working on his social skills, trying to change his ways towards males, not being able to make more masculine friends but he doesn't need any more than the two he has.

~ Surrounding the Fire ~

“Dont get me wrong, Seabreeze is an awesome friend but she can be kind of annoying. I am a little bit joking cause it gets under her skin.” -Small Snicker- “Breezy is probably my closest friend, I care a lot for her. We often spend time at the shoreline while she does her job. I remember we met when i was having one of my random swims, I could see her mocking me, guess my paranoid observations got me a bonus here. I walked up to her and began arguing with her. She told me I could swim, I scoffed in her face and challenged her to a race.” -grumbles a little- “needless to say, I didnt win. I gave in, my first every time giving up an argument and told her that she was right, I really couldn't swim. Ever since that day we’ve been good friends. We often spend hours complaining about the people around us, sharing my dislike for most people. We’d rant that we were better than others, we’d agree that neither of us are good at those things.” -Laughs a little- “To say that I dearly love my friend, is an understatement. With very little friends, Im glad shes around.”

"Oh let's talk about Ennek for a while. Ennek is a wonderful Viscet with a love of music that I have to praise for taking me in. When I was 12, Ennek took me into her life as a mother figure, I called her mum, because of everything, I desired to have someone take my mother's place. She would listen to me complain and would often cut me off by putting a set of headphones on me, she'd play a new song every time I had something to complain about and then we'd talk about how good or bad the song was. We'd share our thoughts and then just sit and listen to old music, singing along if we could.” -Laughs softly- “I remember I would sit while she working on her own songs and I'd just listen to my mother work her magic. Ennek even attempted to calm my nightmares, using the method of music of course. It works to the most part but like all other methods, its not 100%. But I thank her. So to say the least, Ennek and I have a wonderful friendship, she's still my mother and always will be, even of not my real mother."

“Oh Siri.. Yeah we’re friends. It wasn't always the way but we are now so thats all good. Siri is a nice guy, i guess. Im actually quite lucky to have him still around. When we met, due to my misandry, I had a huge dislike to the viscet. My body was stiff and at one word, yes he simply said hello, I began my typical abuse, calling him all kinds of things. Small things set me off, sorry Siri for then. But the Viscet just didnt respond how’d they normally did, in fact it was almost the total oppisite to the others he’d met. Soon after I’d calmed down, he told me how much he understood the difference of each and every Viscet.”-Small laugh- “After I’d called him every name i knew, he still accepted me as a friend. Sometimes I still cannot stomach him but most of the time we get along great. He enjoys my eagerness to listen to any nerdy detail of his life. Siri also makes for a great friend simply cause we both share a rather Energetic personality, making for someone for me to keep up with. Despite being a male, Siri's pretty alright, again, for a male.”

“Alright. Minze and I had a better meeting than any other guys I’ve met. Minze and I met for a reason i don't actually remember but Minze was the one time I actually held myself back. See when we met, I lashed out at him as I do and Minze just stayed quiet, he looked a little down. I had approached him for no reason but because something about him got me. I know what now, we were meant to get along. I calmed quickly and apologised, the first time in my life actually. Minze was indeed something else. We soon began to bond, happy to get along. Sometimes I lose it and will yell about him but his face will change to a sad face, I swear he knows how to play me, but it's calming, it's a calming situation to be able to be relaxed.” -Laughs softly- “Minze is a great friend, always helpful and cares. He listens to concerns and we can have casual conversation, though usually I'm the one talking, he's a very quiet Viscet but when he does talk, it's Always helpful and I'll always listen to him when he speaks.”

|Likes|

|Dislikes|

|Playlist|

Running

Males(Well yeah)

Relient K - Which To Bury, Us Or The Hatchet

Lighting

Big Words

Relient K - DeathBed

Water/Rain

Carrots

Cult to follow - Leave it all behind

Cherries

Modern music

Dead by April - Let the world know

Heights

Spiders

Relient K - Be my escape

His Friends

Loneliness

Mary Lambert - Secrets(nightcore)

Falling In Reverse
- Its Over When Its Over

I Prevail - Blank Space

~ Water To Fire Like Minze to Nix ~

When the water puts out a fire, the fire slowly dies, while i will be referring to this story as so, it is not true. The water to putting out a fire is simply masking its harsh and fierce side, much as the story will go. Phoenix was walking back from the network, arms full of new work he had to arrange to be edited. He was just walking along the street, weaving and dodging to avoid all the hassle of the busy Street. “I don't know why I leave the network so early,” He grumbled to himself but kept walking.

After a short walk, Nix noticed someone that caught his eyes, the green mane against his brown and white fur. Phoenix soon walked up to the Viscet, who turned a looked at him, attempting to say a hello before Phoenix went nuts at the Viscet, throwing insults at the poor other Viscet, until he saw the look the green eyed male was returning him, a sad look that buried it's way into Nix and he stopped, “I.. I'm sorry.”

The Viscet looked at you and changed from his sad face with a smile, “It's okay. Maybe you'll sit with me?” He smiled still abd Phoenix, despite his hateful desire to keep yelling at the Viscet or at least to Walk away, took a seat across from the green eyes Viscet, “My name is Minze.”

“Phoenix,” Phoenix looked at him and just watched, cautious but Nix soon opened up to the Viscet, explaining his Misandry and the reason why he was so abusive to Minze. He told the green eyed male that he was sorry, sometimes he couldn't help it.

From there Minze and Phoenix were close friends, often hanging together. Minze was very understanding of Nixs condition and would often just talk to him during the times Nix would get abusive, nix was always verbally abusive never actually attempting to hit Minze but sometimes he felt like Minze thought he would.

One day after a mental flip, Phoenix looked at Minze, breezing out a heavy sigh, “Hey Minze.. Do you ever think that I’d hurt you?” Nixs voice was low and faltered a lot, actually scared of the anwser. But Minze was watching him, smiling slightly.

“Even if you did hit me, I know what you’re brains doing, its not you in these attacks,” Minze said with a smile still and stood up from his spots, “I’d calm you done, walk away a while and come back to my friend, not his Misandry Monster.”

Phoenix smiled and nodded his head slightly, unable to actually think of the words to say back. Minze made Phoenix a different Viscet, he masked the pain and torment of my childhood and brought out a cheerful, slightly emotion characteristic. He was forever gratful to have Minze around.

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