Post by phoenix oasis latimer on Apr 28, 2013 16:22:38 GMT
phoenix oasis latimer
Hey, my name is... Phoenix Oasis Latimer
But most call me... Nix or Phee. But Phoenix is okay, too. Y'know what? Just call me whatever the fuck you want to.
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual.
I've been on this earth for... 20 years
Which means I was born... 16th April, 1993
I'm a... local
And only a... street performer, among other things. That's right. Phoenix Latimer, here for your personal entertainment.
I have power over... metal.
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... brown
One could say... that I'm quite a short woman, I'll admit it. I don't think that height really matters, though. Besides, "good things come in small packages" and whatnot. My eyes are a soft, deep blue and my hair is quite dark, and I have been told that they compliment one another. I'll often wear my hair quite big so as to gain attention. Not that kind of attention... for the most part. But I'm quite small and thin, so people need to be able to see me. My hair is quite useful when it comes to that.
I'm normally seen wearing... quite eccentric clothing, quite often things that don't match. This is, of course, another means to gain attention. At all other times, I'll be wearing tight, black clothing, most often leather.
And I supposedly look like... Lindsey Stirling.
All round, I'm... a little bit.... detached. Not from real life, not from my situation, but from myself, really. And who I want to be. I don't think I can afford to be all happy and smiling all the time, as there's a time to be serious. I was always quite a serious person growing up, as well. My family situation allowed nothing less. It's obvious that life has been a little harder on me than it has with most people, although I know that I am not the most hard done by person in the world. I am not emotionless. I just seem so.
The only time that I am the fun, larger-than-life person that I appear to be is when I am performing. I like to combine the sound of my violin with the fun of dance. It's a strange combination, and very difficult to do at the same time, but it's also a fun(and beautiful) challenge. It earns me my keep. However, when I say "keep"... I mean food. I have to choose between housing and food. So, yes, I live on the streets. I don't want your sympathy, either. If you ever dare go giving me any, I'll punch your sorry arse into oblivion. I hate sympathy, and always have. Always will, too. So, yes. You have been warned.
When you're close to me, I'll be considerably more open and friendly. I'm not quite a person that likes to hold hands around a campfire, but I will laugh with you, and I will protect you with my fucking life. If anybody comes near anyone I love, they have me to answer to. And, I know this sounds like me blowing my own trumpet, but I am not the weakest of Boreai. No, in fact, I'm rather strong. Physically, mentally and magically strong. The family I grew up in accepted no less than that.
And then, there is the part of me that no one ever sees. The fragile, broken woman that lies below the cold, feisty shell. This is the woman that cries when she doesn't have enough to buy food that night, when a customer is too rough, when she feels like the only person in the world. I like to call her "Faible", the French word for "weak". I've been living like this for far too long to care what she thinks, what she feels. Even if she does surface from time to time. I am the strong one who will shout "Fuck you!" when these things happen. Not Faible. Faible is not me. Well... she is. But a very, very deeply buried part of me.
Now, we have reached the fun part. I get to describe myself when I'm angry. Oh dear, sweet lord above, are you in trouble if you anger me. There are so many creative ways someone can hurt another, although I'm not quite that sadistic. At least, not when I can think straight. The last person that angered me, well... it was during the war. An attempted murder. Of course, it wasn't me that died. More on that later. And then, of course, there's someone else whom you'll meet later on in my story, too.
Overall, though, I'm quite stoic. Some might even call me a little bit of a sociopath, but I don't think that I am. I have emotions, and I don't suppress the ones that I am not ashamed to show, such as anger or happiness. Like everyone else, I have weak moments. But no one ever sees or hears about those. I'm fun when I'm working. And performing. I'm a little bit... complex, really. Yes. Complex. I have a lot of layers, and some are hard to uncover. So I wouldn't bother trying, if I were you.
I'm in love with... the violin, dancing, fire, metals (precious or not), jewelry, food and... for the most part, being alive. It's a miracle that I am alive, really.
Though I detest... any referral to my past, sympathy, having no home, having no rights, chocolate, the night scene on the streets and the cold.
But my best assets are... I can play the violin to a very high standard, and I can dance fairly well.
However my worst... I'm quite emotionally detached if I'm not close to a person, and, well... Faible is my only other bad asset that comes to mind at the moment. Maybe we'll work out some more later. That sounds fun.
And I dream of... if I could afford to have things as petty as ambitions, my biggest one would probably be to find somewhere to call home.
My life story... I was born to two Boreai of two completely different elements. It was strange, really, seeing as their personalities were completely different, but I suppose that proves the whole "opposites attract" philosophy to be true. Anyway, I was a twin. Me and my sister, Artemis, were born within twelve minutes of each other, me being the younger. For this reason, as we grew up, Artemis made it her mission to watch over and care for me, although it almost always ended up the other way around.
Now, there were five of us in this little family. My father, my mother, Zachary (the eldest son), Artemis and myself. Seeing as we were all pureblood Boreai, my mother and father wasted no time in training us to be the best that we could be. Even before we knew what our powers allowed us to control, they were there, strengthening us physically. the training was vigorous, something anyone outside of my family's bloodline would call "too much for children". But, being as mentally strong as I was, I made it through just fine. I helped Artemis, too, seeing as she was just a little bit flimsier and jumpier than me.
Zachary, however, was a concern for my family right from the start. He had a vicious personality often spending his spare time outside. This sounds innocent enough, but he would use a magnifying glass to focus light onto the ants marching along the patio outside our house, roasting them one by one and laughing at their obvious pain. "Typical childish behavior," one might say. Until they realized that it didn't end there. It was quite clear to us that he had no filter, almost emotionless most of the time. Except from when anyone hurt themselves. A smile would spread over his face.
We all discovered our elements at about the same time. Zachary was seven, and Artemis and I were five. I found that I could control metal, bending pennies and old jewelry into all sorts of pretty shapes. Artemis controlled light, which didn't surprise any of us. She'd always been happy, and eccentric, and jumpy. But Zachary? Yes. He was a Dark Borea. Something that surprised us all, although it shouldn't have, in retrospect. My parents almost gave up on him after that, afraid that one day he would turn and hurt the rest of us.
Artemis and I were magically trained to almost our capacity. This made me able to operate our household appliances, if I tried, and left Artemis with the ability to see ultraviolet light. It was fun, actually. The whole powers side of it. It made me feel like I could do so much more than I probably could, although I knew I wasn't invincible. When the four of us (myself, Artemis and my parents) combined our powers, we were pretty lethal, if I say so myself.
However, as Zachary grew older, he grew more unstable. This started making me uncomfortable, as I knew that he was just like a spring as it was, tightly wound and ready to jump. All I was waiting for was the when, although my family refused to see what he was becoming. He was dangerous, and I knew it. The clock was ticking. I knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to break, going to snap, going to do something that would demolish our entire family brick by brick. So, as pessimistic as it sounds, I practically counted down the days.
I wasn't disappointed.
All I remember from that day is hearing screams as I walked up my street, breaking into a run, getting home just in time to watch him kill Artemis. My bright, beautiful, sunny twin sister. I'd arrived too late, much too late, to help my parents. They were long dead, their cold, lifeless bodies spattered with blood.
It took me a moment to realize that they, and Artemis, were gone, that they were never coming back.
It took me another moment to realize that I was Zachary's next target.
It took me one last moment to send that large metal knife from one of the kitchen drawers straight through his fucking heart.
All the while, during the murders, during his own death, a grin occupied the empty place where his face should have been. There was nothing in his eyes but prideful glee. Which just angered me more and more. I made sure that he was dead before he hit the ground. And, after that, I dumped his body in the woods, near a cave. Maybe, if I was lucky, a pack of wolves would eat him.
Then, I gave the rest of my family a decent burial, and a whispered goodbye, before leaving their graves without looking back.
I was seventeen. There wasn't much I could do, work-wise. The only things that I knew how to do were play the violin, dance, fight and use my powers. I wasn't very well equipped for life without my family, as I couldn't claim an inheritance without being a suspect for their murders. One of which I would actually be found guilty of. So I took to the streets, with only my violin and an old sheet music book to guide me through.
Of course, that wouldn't be enough. I couldn't just perform for money, especially on the streets. Not many people were as kind and as giving as I thought they would be, and it was hard finding places where there weren't police to worry about. So... I had to do a little more than just performing. I... resorted to prostitution. However, whoring scared me, and so I didn't do it often. Just when I was in really dire straits. I still do it sometimes, just to get a little extra.
It was just one of those days where I wasn't making enough with just my violin. It turned into a night that I made my second kill. I was out, looking for a customer. Before I knew what was happening, I was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into a dark alleyway. I knew that I was in trouble. I hadn't solicited this, and I had the feeling that I wasn't going to be paid. Besides, I was pretty sure that the knife wasn't there for any kinky sadomasochistic stuff.
Had he known I could control metal, he probably would never have lifted that knife against me. With a flick of my fingers, that knife plunged itself into his abdomen. I stayed with him until he died, just to make sure no one would find him. Then, getting rid of his body was easy enough. I just screamed, darting out of the alleyway and acting like I had just found the body. And, since there was only his DNA on the knife, it was thought to be a suicide. For me, it felt like a victory. I felt unkillable.
And so, here I am. One or two years later, with almost nothing to my name, still a street performer and part time whore. Maybe someday I'll find somewhere to call home... but maybe not for a while? I'm not sure. Only time will tell, won't it?
I was born to... Israel Latimer and Yerksa Latimer (née Jakowski), both dead.
And also live with... Artemis Latimer, my twin sister. Well, I don't live with her, because she's dead. But she was a sibling of mine, yes. Oh, and Zachary Latimer, who I killed myself. Bastard had it coming to him for a long time.
Not to mention... Strings, a raven. He's not really my pet, but he follows me from place to place. I suppose you could say that we've struck up a friendship of sorts. I always make sure to buy him some birdseed and bread with the money I earn.
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... almost a year now?
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...Bitch please.
