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Description
- Alias: Pharen
- Name: Matthias Fotopoulos
- Gender: Male
- Species/Theme: Phoenix/Incinerated
- Age: 12
- Birthdate: December 5th, 1929
- Height: 161 cm (just under 5’3”)
- Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)
- Eyes: Green
- Hair: Dark Brown (But on fire so…)
- Color Scheme: Oranges, Yellow, and Purple
- Partner: Nival
- Weapon: Helios’ Disk (Discus)
- Battle Strategy/Abilities: Focused on Speed and Defense, Pharen’s main strategy is to avoid opponents as much as possible and attack from a distance. His favorite strategy is to confuse the enemy with distractions and pranks, whittling away at the health of his opponent.
- [Evasion and movement] Flight: [aka Fly Away Now] He can fly. I really don’t know what else to add. Speed and Evasion increase with Level Up.
- [Ranged Attack] Orbital Objection: [aka Sun Tiara Action!!] Pharen throws the sun discus like a frisbee, which then slices anything that it hits. Needs to be retrieved after being thrown until elemental magic is unlocked.
- [Distance-Closing Attack] Phaethon’s Plight: [aka HeadOn, Apply Directly to the Head] Pharen dive-bombs the opponent, scorching them with his flaming hair.
- [Ranged Attack] Plume Projectile: Pharen plucks one of his golden feathers and throws it at the opponent like a dart. Unless two feathers are plucked symmetrically, this will hinder his flight, and must be healed.
- [Melee Attack] Falling Star: [aka Happy Birthday to the Ground]: Pharen picks up a weakened opponent with his feet, flies up, and drops them. The height of the drop is dependant on the weight of the opponent. Can be paired with Phaethon’s Plight at a later level.
- [Melee Attack] Sun Set: [aka the Fingerfucker] In close-combat situations, Pharen can use the discus like a blade of sorts. He should be careful doing this, as it is sharp all the way around, and may dislodge a few of his claw-scale-things or something.
- [Mid-range Attack] Flurry: [aka Fury Attack] Flies past opponent, raking them with talons in the process. Can be done 3 times at minimum level, as it will make him dizzy quickly.
- [Special] Fireproof: He won’t die by most fire. It doesn't hurt, unless it's a healing fire.
- Magic:
- [Defense]: Sun Flare- Skin flashes a bright light, temporarily blinding opponents. Intensity affects the period of effectiveness.
- [Healing]: From the Ashes- Sets self on fire, healing any wounds after turning them to ash. Includes targeted treatment in the form of setting a wound on fire. Very slow, and very painful, as he still can feel the burning sensation, and requires mental and physical energy proportional to the affliction, otherwise he very well may ‘die’ of shock. Will not work if wet or if no oxygen is present.
- Weakness/ Critical Hit:
- Burning to heal is very painful and takes some time. It cannot be done in the midst of battle, unless something is done to keep him away from the enemy for enough time.
- Fire cannot be made, skin cannot glow, and hair is extinguished in situations where fire is impossible (underwater, wet, damp, strong winds, no oxygen, etc.)
- He doesn't know how to swim, and will be helpless in water unless yanked out by someone else.
- If a feather in his wings is removed, his flying will be made inaccurate, and he will only be able to fly in circles. Can be remedied by pulling out the exact same feather in the other wing, or by burning the wing.
- His bones are fragile and hollow, allowing him extra speed and maneuverability, but less durability in the event of a crash or blunt injury.
- Berserker Mode: <Solar Beast> [To be added later]
- Partner Combo: [To be added later]
- Likes:
+Fire: Despite being burned to death, he still loves the dancing colors of a fire.
+Flying: He always loved to go fast and race people. The feeling of the wind on his face is exhilarating, and offers him even more freedom.
+Waking up early: Much to his father's delight and his siblings' dismay, Pharen always wakes up at the buttcrack of dawn, as soon as the sun hits his face.
+Spicy foods: He never really got to try them when he was alive, but he would love spicy foods and the tingling that they caused in his mouth.
+Pranks: What more can I say? He's naturally mischievous, and loves to laugh, so of course he would love pranks.
+Animals: As one of the three kids that would take care of the animals at the farm, he became quite fond of them. He, Elias, and Efimia raised 4 owlets secretly in the barn.
+Jokes: Like I said, he likes to laugh. He also loves potty humor.
+Food: Despite being a phoenix kid, he doesn't have the stomach of a bird. He is nearly always ravenous, and appreciates food especially since he and his family were starving for a good period of time. He's a bit protective of his food.
+Warmth:
+Sports: Very competitive, and pretty quick on his feet as he was, wings only strengthen his love for racing. In general, he loves competitive sports, but he's especially enthusiastic about racing. He's a bit of a sore loser, though. Any sort of game in general will get him excited, to be honest.
+Date nuts: Again, he's never eaten them, but they'd be one of his favorite foods.
+Exploration:
+Roughhousing:
+Barley and Rice: He doesn't particularly like either of these, but they remind him of home and his mother's cooking.
+Fresh air: Raised on a farm, he doesn't feel quite at home in crowded areas or cities. Plus, there's no room to fly.
+High places: He'd sit on the roof of the house whenever he could get away with it. Which was almost never.
+Shiny objects: He's a bird. Of course he'd like shiny objects.
+Whistling: He whistles when he's relaxing by himself. Nowadays, it sounds a lot more bird-like and on-tune.
+Stories:Pharen loves being told stories. He's not very good at making them himself, though.
- Dislikes:
-Fire: Despite his love of the dancing colors of a fire, he was burned to death. The pain from burning is one of his least favorite things. Actually, it's probably his least favorite thing.
-Water: He never learned to swim, so he's afraid of large bodies of water. But now that it rends him nearly helpless, even small amounts of water make him uneasy.
-Working: He's lazy, and would much rather do something fun. He complains a lot when he has to work. If you trick him into thinking that the work is a game, though, he will do it quickly, with much gusto.
-Cold: It kills crops. But now that's not too much of a problem anymore, is it.
-Berries: He thinks they're all poisonous and won't touch them.
-Rules: They feel suffocating to him, and are meant to be broken, unless breaking them is obviously bad.
-Snakes: They're scaly and squirmy.
-Worms: Despite the idea that worms turn into phoenixes, they're squirmy and slimy, and kill crops. They're only good for throwing at people. Plus, it's freaky how you can cut them in half and they still squirm.
-Baths: This has literally nothing to do with his fieriness. He always hated them. But now he'll just use his fieriness as an excuse.
-Forests: Farms and fields are better.
-Being picked up: Why would you even do that. Do you want to get burnt?
-Tomatoes: Yuck.
-Shoes: Well, his feet won't really fit anymore, so it's not much of a problem, now is it?
- Personality:
Pharen is incredibly enthusiastic and optimistic about everything that he does, and can tend to be quite cocky. This confidence, mixed with his impatient nature, often leads to hasty decisions and irresponsible, impulsive actions. He never stays down about anything for long, due to his optimistic nature. He's quick to forgive and forget about bad things (especially bad things that were his fault) and can come off as a bit too carefree at times. He doesn't really get it when people are upset for multiple days.
He tends to be straightforward and honest with everything he says, to the point of being brutally honest and borderline offensive. It's hard to tell whether or not this is intentional.
When he doesn't like someone, it's pretty clear. He tends to mock them a lot more often than others, and try to show them up. Often, he sees them as rivals, and becomes more and more friendly as he competes with them more and more in weird ways. If he beats them, they're no longer a threat, and therefore okay.
He openly rebels against rules and fancies himself quite independent, yet he often relies on others to pull him out of trouble. If this is pointed out, Pharen will become defensive and deny everything. He has a great deal of pride, and likes to be considered a man. As such, he will take on any sort of challenge or dare. In the past, his sisters would get him out of trouble with this, but now, he can be as reckless as he'd like.
Despite his lack of education, Pharen is reasonably sharp, and will catch on to most concepts easily. He also tends to be anally-retentive of weird details, and never lets these things go. This is incredibly annoying. If someone trips while entering battle, he will joke about it long after it stops being funny.
When embarrassed, offended, confused, or flustered, Pharen masks it with anger. Which is more of a defensive yelling state than actual anger.
When angered, Pharen tends to be vocal about it, rather than stew on things or sulk. Growing up with 11 brothers, he learned to roughhouse away problems, and may get physical. At his house, words were often thrown between father, mother, and brothers, and could get really nasty. The next day, no matter what was said, these things would generally be forgotten, and things would return to normal.
Pharen is lazy, and hates working. The best way to get him to do anything is to make whatever menial chore it is into a game. If that fails, then playing on his pride by convincing him of the task's importance also works. He still complains with the second method, but will glow all the while. He's rather irresponsible.
He's a momma's boy. Or more of a sissy's boy, since it was his oldest sister, Agape, who mothered him the most. Any kind and gentle girl will be able to get him to stop his rowdiness for a period of time, and will be able to avoid getting bugs thrown at them. He tends to do that to other girls. Real ladies man, huh.
When surprised, embarrassed, angry, or very happy, Pharen's skin glows a soft orange. Due to his emotional malleability, this happens a lot. In extreme cases, his hair's flame will blaze more strongly. Conversely, when he is sad or otherwise upset, his skin cools to a dark, charred black, and the glows in the cracks on his skin weaken considerably. Basically, his blood is some sort of burning, glowing liquid, and so his skin glows accordingly. (Is it molten metal? Until he walks under a metal detector, no one will know.) His skin is burning hot, and will evaporate small amounts of water upon contact. His feathers and fire also fluff up accordingly.
Pharen loves adventure, though he never experienced any outside of games with his siblings. He dreams of being a hero and saving the world somehow. Although he never heard it before, Peter Pan would be one of his favorite stories.
- History/Background:
Matthias Fotopoulos lived on a farm in Ilioupoli, Greece with his parents, 11 brothers, and 2 sisters. Every day, at the crack of dawn, Matthias would wake from his sleep, and immediately tear through the house, waking his brothers and sisters to begin work. His father fondly nicknamed him 'λίγο ήλιο', or 'Little Sun'.
He, Elias, and Efimia were in charge of the livestock. After feeding, washing, gathering eggs from, milking, and counting them, the three of them would run loose, chasing birds and rabbits, and playing with the other kids who lived nearby. After work, they were pirates, thieves, soldiers, and gods. Almost all sessions ended in some sort of betrayal in an attempt to seize glory, riches, or power, but all was well. After their adventures were had, Matthias, Elias, and Efimia would throw a discus back and forth. Whoever held it when their mother called them in for supper would be the hero tomorrow. Sometimes, when they were too exhausted from running around, the three of them would just lay in the grass, and hold the discus above them to block out the sun. All three would be heroes tomorrow. They had earned it.
One day, Petros ran away with his girlfriend to explore the world without saying goodbye. After that, his parents were always fighting. On days like those, Agape, his eldest sister and, at times, a better mother than his real one, and Thomas, the gentlest of his older brothers, would take the children to a valley a ten minute's walk away from the fields to tell them stories. While many of his older brothers would roll their eyes, and his younger brothers would run off to chase butterflies and birds, Matthias' eyes would shine as he listened to stories of peril, stories of glory, and stories of discovery. Every night, he would go to bed and dream of phoenixes, minotaurs, warriors, and heroes.
In 1941, the Axis occupied Greece and confiscated the food and livestock of its citizens. Work on farms, the Fotopoulos family farm in particular, was a lot harder because of this, and the family had little food. Matthias grumbled through his tripled workload, as he, Elias, and Efimia's escapades were cut short. Still young, few of the siblings understood the true direness of the situation. Every few nights, though, Matthias would hear the quiet weeping of his mother or Agape, and would end up sleeping next to them after promising to protect them from the nightmares that they would claim to have.
Though Matthias and his siblings were used to the fighting between their parents, Agape still took them out to the fields in an attempt to shield them after Filippos left with his family and caused a whole new wave of discord to fill their home. It was harder work to tend the fields, rather than sit and listen to stories in a meadow, and the work made it less enjoyable. All the same, the stories still took Matthias to another place. It wasn’t quite as far from the house, so the yells, though distant, were still crystal clear, and it was all Agape could do to breathlessly sing and tell stories of the myths of old to drown the noise.
On one especially violent day, when the shouts and screams were at their loudest, Agape gathered her siblings around to rest, and she sang with her full voice, masking the fury with feelings of warmth. Matthias closed his eyes and turned to the sun, burning images of birds glowing through his closed eyelids.
On nest the weak one sits; salutes the Sun
With pleasant song, and begs for some
Of his own fire, that quickly may restore
The life and vigor, which he had before.
Phoebus makes a stand, to subdue his pain
And from his crown, with a shake of his mane,
Shoots on bright beam, which smites with vital fire
The willing bird; to burn is his desire.
That he may live again; he's proud in death,
And goes in haste to gain a better breath.
The spice heap fired with celestial rays
Doth burn the aged Phoenix, when straight stays
The Chariot of the amazed Moon; the pole
Resists the wheeling, swift Orbs, and the whole
Fabric of Nature at a stand remains.
Till the old bird anew, young begins again.
And one day you, too, shall rise from dust
Anew, ablaze, with life once combust’d
So don’t lose hope
No time to mope
From ash again we shall rise.
In the desperation that often fills the hungry, Marios, Thomas, and Dimitris took to stealing food from the German storehouses of confiscated supplies. Matthias, eager to prove himself as a man, always felt a tinge of jealousy, as his brothers refused to let him join them, and returned to be hailed as heroes by the townspeople. This jealousy soon melted to panic, when soon enough, Matthias’ brothers were caught red-handed.
“Your defiance to the Reich will act as teacher to those who would follow!”
An execution. An example. A lesson. As the gunshots resounded through the city square, and he watched his brothers fall one-by-one, Matthias felt his legs go numb and his arms go heavy. His face burned as he struggled to keep tears from leaving shameful marks down his face. His grim parents held him, Efimia, and Elias back as they fought to run to the front of the crowd, to kill the men who killed their brothers. That night, Matthias dreamt of flashes of fire and red feathers scattering into the wind. Sounds of thunder echoed through his head, and dull weights pushed him into the ground. He woke clinging to Agape.
Mourning was brief. The deaths were devastating, but distress didn’t bring deliverance. For soon followed more trials and tribulations.
That winter was cold. Very cold. Whatever the family did, no matter how hard they worked, coaxed, pleaded, or cried, the crops just wouldn’t grow. And so they resorted to hunting and foraging in the barren forests of Mount Hymettus. Being farmers, the dangers of the forest were foreign to them, and began to take their toll. Matthias found Efimia, after she had failed to return home, dead, with a basket overflowing with poisonous berries. Spiros, Markos, and Iason soon followed. Yet, for all the dangers of the hunt, still more dangers waited in the failure to hunt- which became painfully clear when, weakened by hunger, Michail fell ill with pneumonia.
”What’s even left in this damned forest?! Anything left is probably- scratch that, there’s nothing left!”
“We still haven’t tried the clearing...”
“There’s nothing there! Animals don’t live where there’s no water.”
“Shut up, guys. We can find something if we look hard enough!”
“Shut up, Matty! We’re gonna starve!”
As his older brothers speculated on where to start the search, Nikolaos disappeared into the forest. Upon noticing, Matthias and his brothers began searching for him, calling out- a bit frustrated over scaring possible game away. They split up to find him quicker.
Matthias called and called, but instead of his brother, Matthias found a group of three crazed and starving men. Unaware of their state, Matthias approached them.
He tripped on an exposed root into the dry, dead leaves.
Crunch.
Three heads snapped to him simultaneously. A pause. Then a chase.
Running as fast as his legs would carry him, Matthias cried out for his older brothers, but they were nowhere to be found. The tallest, a long-haired man with a scraggly, stubbly beard whacked him over the head with a thick stick and snatched him up, hoisting him over a shoulder. Matthias struggled, but the lack of food made him weak, and the cold of the winter made the man’s skin numb. He was carried to a fire, where two more men waited.
“Hey, fellas! I found us a turkey!”
The tall man swung Matthias off his shoulder and onto the ground.
As the stars cleared from his head and the aroma of roasting meat filled his nostrils as air reentered his lungs, Matthias caught a glimpse of a charred figure on a spit. His legs went numb, and his mouth ran dry. Air was sucked out of his lungs by the shock, and he stared in horror.
"Hows about we leave the skin on this time?”
“What're you on about? That shit’s rubbery and nasty!”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, and more than willing to eat some ‘rubbery, nasty’ meat!”
Unaware of the discussion as anything aside from a muffled background noise, Matthias eyes fixated on the shriveled, yet recognizable form of his brother- stripped, skinned, and impaled, roasting over a second fire only a few meters away.
Louder and louder grew the argument. Matthias’ eyes remained unmoving from his brother’s mutilated remains.
No more than food. No more than meat. Gone to join his siblings. Like he soon would be.
A soft ‘hoot’ cut through the haze and brought Matthias out of the haze. In a tree in front of him, unnoticed by the men, was a small owl. Behind it was a plume of smoke, peeking through the sparse trees.
The house!
His brothers must have brought home something, because something was cooking!
They’ll see it!
Oh god, they’ll smell it!
Legs shaking, Matthias began to stand. He had to warn them- he had to save them!
Pain.
Sharp, cold, pain.
It pierced through his neck and down his spine. He began to lose feeling in his body, aside from the cold chill nipping at his face and the sharp, now-burning pain in his neck.
He was unable to look up from the ground, for fear that his head would knock into something cold and hard, and confirm what the sick feeling in his gut was telling him. He could only dangle helplessly as he was hoisted and jostled, and dropped twice before his skewer was unceremoniously shoved into place above the fire.
He felt his eyebrows being burnt to dust, his eyes stinging and watering from the smoke, his nose and cheeks beginning to sting. His breaths were harsh, and scraped the back of his throat with the smell of smoke and burnt flesh.
Ever hear of rotisserie?
He grimaced at the thought.
The edges of his vision began to dull, then blacken, like a piece of paper being brushed by a flame. His now-dry eyes, bankrupt of any tears, focused the remainder of their sight on the flickering, radiant flame. Little by little, the vibrant orange faded to a blinding white, and the sound of the crackling embers and still-arguing men was drowned out by a slowing heartbeat that resounded and pounded in his now-throbbing head. In the haze of jumbled thoughts racing through his head, Matthias mustered whatever energy remained in his motionless, medium-rare remains and mentally pleaded:
”I hope these bastards choke on my guts. If they don’t choke on me, then at least let them be full. Don’t let them get my family.”
Though maybe not very eloquent, nor lengthy or humble, his prayer must have garnered some sympathy, or at the very least, some attention. For as his heart failed to beat, and his mind fell quiet, and it appeared that the tortuous pain was beginning to cease, a ghostly voice tickled his mind.
Would you like a second chance to save them?
”Wh…what..? Yeah…screw the price… I’ll take…any offer…I can get…”
A clean, bright fire washed over him, cool and sharp. It licked at his toes and his fingers, then seared his entire being with a heat so intense, it felt as cold as ice. It drowned out the remainder of the pain and overwhelmed his every sense.
A breath.
A blink.
The fire was gone, but the light remained as a warm glow.
- Cause of Death: Roasted Alive
- Contract: Rewind to before the occupation of Greece, so that he may prevent his family from dying.
- Family:
- Michail Fotopoulos (Father) -Status Unknown
- Helen Thanos Fotopoulos (Mother) - Status Unknown
- Agape (Sister- 11 years older) - Status Unknown
- Filippos (Brother- 10 years older) - Status Unknown
- Petros (Brother- 9 years older) - Status Unknown
- Thomas (Brother- 7 years older) - Dead (Executed)
- Marios (Brother- 6 years older) - Dead (Executed)
- Dimitris (Brother- 4 years older) - Dead (Executed)
- Spiros (Brother- 3 years older) - Dead (Attacked by Wolf)
- Alexis (Brother- 2 years older) - Status Unknown
- Elias (Brother- 1 year older) - Status Unknown
- Efimia (Sister- 1 year younger) - Dead (Poison Berries)
- Nikolaos and Markos (Brothers- 4 years younger; twins) - Dead (Roasted & Infection)
- Iason (Brother- 6 years younger) - Dead (Dysentery)
- Iro (Step-sister- Filippos' Wife) - Status Unknown
- Kyveli (Niece- Filippos' Daughter) - Status Unknown
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[Let’s not get into uncles and aunts, shall we? Let’s just say the family has always been a family of farmers.]
- Relationships:
- Nival - Partner
- [More to be Added]
- Other Information/MISC:
- RP Method:
- Any style
- Anywhere (though I prefer Skype or some other private messaging system)
- I’ll be available around 10am - 6pm, California time, until I find out my Summer class schedule.
- I can be flexible, as long as I’m given some sort of prior notice.
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[OH MY GOD] lmao you are correct
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MAN THIS ROASTED CHICKEN LOOKS SICK AS HELL
BLESS YOU NAKA I CAN't WAIT TO SEE PHAREN INT HE GROUP AAAAAAA
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