Phoenix
(#30163772)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Axe Mimic
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.53 m
Wingspan
8.84 m
Weight
866.16 kg
Genetics
Chocolate
Cherub
Cherub
Chocolate
Butterfly
Butterfly
Rust
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Phoenix
"Jewelry Crafter / Chaotic Neutral"
"Jewelry Crafter / Chaotic Neutral"
I'm gonna make you see
That there's still a me inside of me!
(Woah-ah oh oh oh oh, woah-ah oh oh oh oh HEY!)
There's still a heart beatin' inside!
That there's still a me inside of me!
(Woah-ah oh oh oh oh, woah-ah oh oh oh oh HEY!)
There's still a heart beatin' inside!
When Phoenix had been younger he had worked underground near lava pits where he would extract minerals for the blacksmiths to forge. He was one of the many hatchlings who had been born and sold or stolen to grow up being exploited for the profit of others. The constant heat and the fatigue had worn him down in his work, until he was so sore that he could barely move. Phoenix's shoulders had been worn through the flesh, his joints growing weak from the weight he was burdened with endlessly. What everyone in the mines around him was unaware of was that when the raiders had taken Phoenix, they hadn't understood how strong his growing hate would become. They never could've expected what was coming for them, not ever.
Phoenix's undiscovered influence over the flames he worked by day and night was a mystery even to himself. The flames would dance next to him when he needed to draw himself out of his own solitude. High and strong, orange and burning, the flames grew and fell like pillars of color as he worked. Phoenixs skin grew tough to the warm temperature, and even though his flesh was burning and his heart was barely supplying him with enough courage to work on under the harsh circumstances, he carried on. None of the other young dragons caused trouble with each other, they understood the death penalty that came along with any feuds. Each life was expendable, replaced by one more raid. Phoenix kept to himself and the flames remained being the only thing he could trust in the mines. When the workers hit a lava hole through the wall many lives would be taken with the flowing substance. Phoenix admired this liquid, its heat and its power comforted him. An easy way out was always nearby.
When trouble began to arise in the mines and they became unstable, everyone was supposed to be evacuated. No matter the stability of the walls around them though, nobody was allowed to exit their work space. Each life was to be taken if the walls were to collapse, but nobody would leave until the quota was filled. A sudden hatred for the lack of respect for the value of life broiled inside of Phoenix. He suddenly couldn't contain his emotions, the fire around him in the lamps on the walls and the candles near the ore blazed. All the workers looked up, their empty eyes glowed with the orange flecks of amber in them. Hope was like a sparking fire. He was their hope. With the dancing flames around them,Phoenix and the other workers fled into the night. Nobody could stop them as the fiery walls encircled their group.
Later in life
Phoenix became known for his own work in the workshops. He crafted jewelry, beautiful pieces of art, out of what he could find. Never had he left to extract his own minerals, to avoid the rush of memories that would surely meet him from his childhood. Dragons from all over the plains and the nearby clans would visit to see his work as he became legendary. A dragon with an affinity for making beautifully crafted art out of his own past.
Rubies were his favorite jewel to use. Their red gloss seemed akin to that of the fire in the amber lamps around him. He always had an open window in his work shop, to let the cool air in. Never again would he feel as hot as he once had.
One night he worked for hours and hours, crafting a beautiful bracelet. It was a long dragon, seemingly slithering up the arm of its wearer. Ruby eyes and encrusted gems lined its body, it would be enticing to all those who saw it. But nobody would see it. Like many other pieces of art too close to his heart, Phoenix locked it away with the others. The bracelet had been channeled from his own emotions, and he wouldn't allow them to escape into the world.
Phoenix wore his clothing with a unrestrained sense of pride, the golden armor appeared to symbolize his freedom from his childhood. Phoenix was quite handsome too, his sense of style was impeccable. He wore fine silks, gold rimmed eyewear, a simple overcoat covering a gorgeously carved breastplate, boots to match, delicate anklets and pauldrons. He was respected and accepted in society as well as pitied. The dragons who looked close enough could sense the tangled feelings beneath his eccentric attire.
Phoenix would leave his workshop occasionally to wander around his clan. He had friends whom he visited, and occasionally gifted with his latest work as well, and he had things to shop for. Each week he would leave on his free day and he would visit the marketplace. There he could bargain for new precious metals and the finest stone freshly harvested from the scarred earth. In beauty there was pain, in pain there was discovery and Phoenix respected the circle of which every dragon followed in that way. The jewels he favored (aside from rubies) were Citrine, Moonstone, Pearl and Amethyst. In each one there was something special, a sense that could overcome any dragon if he honed it and used it in his jewelry. Moonstones became mysterious, an unanswered clue that would never satisfy those who questioned the wearer. Pearls were extracted from the sea, so it was fitting that Phoenix twisted them into his art like the waves of the sea itself.
Those who wore his work with Pearls in it were graced with a sense of calm and peaceful emotional grasp. Citrine was a stone of orange coloring once cut and brought to its full extent of potential. Citrine signified the hidden beauty in a simple thing, as when uncut its beauty was hidden. When revealed though there was a gorgeous gloss on its orange surface, a fiery tint below the bright stones sheen. Phoenix worked with both the uncut and cut Citrine to gain this sense in his art, the sense of grace and boundaryless beauty for those who wore his jewelry. Amethyst was different for him entirely. Much alike Moonstone it was mysterious, more about looking for the hidden features the wearer would possess. When Phoenix worked with Amythest he liked to hide it, twist it into the metal and allow it to have its own cave. The hidden figures were always evident, certainly, but not always discovered.
Painful days
Phoenix could never forget the day of his escape, the day the crew left the island. Not all of them left with him, a few ran back for their family or friends. Phoenix could only wait for so long before the enforcers found him and his crew, so he had been tempted to leave. He, however, did not. The volcano they had been working around (Or in, he couldn't remember which or see the exact entrances from the distance he stood) began to tremble. Far off in the distance little blue specks marked the sky. Those who had imprisoned him and the others were fleeing from a certain doom. One they had barely any time left to escape. Phoenix flew off at that moment, only three other dragons took off with him though. The others sank to the ground in misery, always waiting for the dragons who had yet to return. Phoenix had not given an explanation for their need to leave, everybody could see the fumes rising from the mountains and feel the earth shift beneath their feet. Those who stayed, although knowing the consequences, were committing themselves to a final binding sense of loyalty to those who hadn't escaped. Perhaps their own family had been in there, perhaps they were scarred when they could hear the screams in the distance, feel the caves collapse. Or maybe they understood how they wouldn't be able to return to a regular life when they knew what they had taken part in had cost so many lives.
Phoenix partially blamed himself for the amount of dragons crushed beneath the crumbling rock and buried beneath the toxic ash. He could've got more than his own sector out, saved those who had been left behind. He hadn't though, and it was hard to accept, so he lived with a hidden hatred for himself.
Who is He
Phoenix tries his best to be a kind and caring dragon. Although, he still has rough moments in which he remembers his past, it has only made him more passionate and alive; knowing that life could be worst. Phoenix, additionally, has a gentle side despite his hesitant to trust quickly, he helps others quite often and has the potential to be very romantic. However, for now the thought of holding other's hand makes him turn red.
Although, despite his kindness and modestly, he has a nasty attitude if one tries to pry open his past without his approval, not afraid to brandish his fangs at the drop of a hat. Despite this, he is more of a lover than fighter and most likely choose flight instead of fight. His past has also made is very hard to trust others quickly and given some side effects of paranoia and flashbacks at stressful times.
Phoenix is also and craftsman, with long days of work and beautiful outcomes. He loves beautiful things, things he seems to give personalities, because his true passion lies in pleasing others as well as himself. Phoenix tries to be as cheerful as possible when he can manage such joyful feelings, and he is always available to talk with others. Sometimes considered loud or over-dramatic he loves a good time and social butterfly.
By: thefaceradar
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