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Tallygarunga
a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
December, 2019 :: Summer

Phoenix Aurora

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About Phoenix Aurora

  • Birthday 09/15/2002

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  • Full Name
    Phoenix Verdant Aurora
  • Birthdate - Day
    15
  • Birthdate - Month
    9
  • Exact Age?
    Yes
  • Birthday - Year
    2002
  • Birthplace
    Boston, Massachusetts - US
  • Year Level
    Sixth Year
  • Job Title
    Student, Professional Troublemaker
  • Species
    Veela
  • Blood Status
    Halfbreed
  • Pronouns
    HE/HIM
  • Played By
    Kiowa Gordon

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    9" Rosewood w/ Thunderbird Tail Feather
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    Thunderbird

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    EST
  • Pronouns
    HE/HIM/THAT GUY

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  1. Nature's Ally

    He'd been grinning from ear-to-ear, he had her right against the ropes! Or, at the very least, that was what he liked to believe but even he knew when there had been a cunning opponent right around the corner. She'd been slick and in some way calculating in the ways she decided to approach him, even attempting to tangle him up in the roots of the ground. If it hadn't been for his latent tricks that would've been her checkmate, no contest, which had been an important thing to note and remember. "Now you're just trying to unveil all my secrets. I guess you'll just have to find out how much I like it personally." His challenge, would she accept it? Would she dare to actively seek out more information from him? Or would this be their only encounter? Phoenix had to admit that he enjoyed the challenge she presented, she'd been different from most he encountered. Not just in the gap of age which hadn't been much of a concern for him. No, it was in that whimsical nature that reminded him of a few people back at Tallygarunga that he accepted as proper dueling 'Equals' when it came to wits. Part of him felt as if he were being toyed with, like a cat with a mouse or a ball of yarn but he didn't mind it too much. It'd been the kind of distraction and dalliance that could be far more surprising than expected. There had been a slight gaze of hunger burrowing down on her, yet that hunger took various meanings. "Both, really. The hunt, the thrill, it speaks to the different parts of me. Which in that same way it lets me challenge myself, how much better can I be? How much can I uncover about this wonderful world that most people avoid?" To him it sounded like a tale of achieving boyhood but it had been so much more than that. So much more than just his nature, it'd been him trying to find his place in the things that drew his attention. "Oh~, You're good. I'll give you this round! You won the Prankster and Spencer callout, as for the Sturts they were just an easier target at the time. I'll make sure that each House gets a special hugging from yours truly." It was a promise he planned to keep to himself in someway, he wasn't sure -how- yet . . . "But that you said 'Usual victims', something tells me you're a Spencer alumni, that and your awfully playful nature. " His brown eyes shifted around the environment, expression sobering from the energy that had been showing throughout much of their encounter. "The wildlife, really. A lot of them are suffering badly and I had thought to use some of my Tribe's talents to help them survive just a bit longer. It won't help all of them but maybe just enough that it won't be too harsh of a hit to the population." Both of his hands pressed against his waist and he huffed lightly while tilting his head. "My People often take up being stewards of the land, they have a talent with Plant Magic."
  2. Sticky troubles

    He had shuffled through various nicknames to slap on her in his mind, partially to act as an attempt to see just how much he could get away with. The other reason being to see just what would stick, what 'fit'. And 'Lette' probably was just far too common for people to attempt, The Wind's knew he preferred to stay on the outside box for many of his ideas. Her silence said everything, yet in a surprise twist - instead of some cocky or condescending smile, he offered a lighthearted one towards her. "Because they have to, it's their nature. I'm just drawn to these kinds of things because back home? That's pretty much what was around me. It was my pond, my little place to wander around and explore. Now? This place is." To him it had been that simple, didn't everyone want to explore their environment, after all? On some level? "Germany, huh?" Phoenix had been faced with many options, one of them being to bring up how it 'Fit and Ice Queen'. Time spent with her over the slight hiccup of his prank, however, gave him a far different picture. It almost seemed like she was combative for a reason other than just being 'Cold', as if the distance held a purpose. Protection? For who? Just what had she been afraid of showing? The questions that ran through his mind prompted him with a different kind of response entirely. "That fits, I hear the Wizard's in that reason tend to be pretty tough. Standing tall and proving themselves pretty often. We didn't get many transfers back in Ilvermorny from that region. But the few I met definitely made a kind of impression." Both a bad and good impression and the trend seemed to follow even in Tallygarunga. No longer could he say that he saw Colette as uptight, harsh and cold a bit still. But not as much as she had been when they first met. "Stick around with me and I'll get you stories you wouldn't even imagine." Spoken as if it were a promise between two childhood friends, not out of arrogance but confidence that it could be done. Each step made forward for him gave a newer insight, the different animals that were making their home in the Bushlands. Both the unknown prey and the hunting predator's, the avian creatures that took to the skies and even what seemed to be far more magical creatures in nature. Those ones he could tell instantly from the unique smell that swarmed about them. Their eyes met, sensing that surge of a challenge within her gaze and the sway of her words "You know, you have really beautiful eyes, Colette." Actively saying her name and even complimenting her without any form of hesitation, without even trying to crack a joke. It'd have been spoken with an obvious sincerity and in the same vein he hadn't turned down her challenge, internally accepting it to see if he would really be proven wrong. "Well, Dog is just so bland. And Doggie just isn't as fun as 'Doggo'." Chuckling lightly while offering a light shrug towards his own words. "But I guess you can say I'm a. . . Hunter of sorts. Not as good as my Father but that's something else entirely. . ." He wasn't sure how far ahead of his senses his Father had been but he knew he couldn't even compare to the Elder man. "Approach -them-? Nah, they're actually staying where they are because they're afraid. Their a bit away from their usual feeding grounds. I can hear their stomachs a bit. . . They're starving." Phoenix's gaze turning towards one side of the ever expanding field, where the bulk of the wildlife could assumed to be. Mostly barren in greenery and even browning as if it were suffering or over populated. While the other end of where his gaze trailed along held far more greenery, not much but enough that it should've been supporting the wildlife in an even spread. Sniffing once more with a deepened inhale, lips curling into a impish grin. "And it's because there's something that way that intimidates them. It smells pretty rancid too. . . Like really bad body odor. . . Let's go that way!" Gently pulling her along by taking the lead and also loosening his hand from hers.
  3. Mmmm. . . Another idea is brewing in my genius of a mind. 

  4. Fantavision

    Surprises? He was game for that, helping out WITH surprises? He was even MORE for that. What better way to do it with someone who emphasized the excitement of fun like he did? And he couldn't pass up building up better relations with fellow Spencer House members, something that he definitely needed to do more of too. While things were tightly monitored he often found ways around it one way or another, whether it'd been successful or not had been a matter entirely separate. But would he -really- let that stop him? Not likely. While adventure and exploration had been his usual gimmick, he couldn't say he spent as much time surveying the various streets and certainly not Calder Avenue. Though he also hadn't been paying too much attention given that Brooke had been around and with his usual propensity to be flirty and shameless about it. . . It made even the most obvious landmarks a bit of a haze, only a bit. Weaving a wandering hand through his dark locks to push a few of the strands from his line of sight to lightly glance at the younger Spencer's rear before attending his sights back ahead while she led the way. Phoenix sharply whistled in a wolf-like call towards the scene of the towering house, the expanding yard, and the overall vibe that seemed to resonate off of it at this time of the year. "That's a pretty freaking fine house. Especially for the plan you have knocking around that beautiful noggin!" Flowing into a chuckling fit from the excitement that just brimmed off of Brooke, she was the kind of energy that the Haunted House needed too. His somewhat glossy skin raising up to block a few of the rays of the light gleaming towards him, the unique oil he covered his skin with acting as a deterrent for the potentially harmful light. "I think I got just the thing you might want!" Placing two fingers between his lips and tooting out another sharp whistle this time as if to call out something from a hiding place. Movement rumbling about in his jacket pocket before a gelatinous star-like creature decided to leap out and roll against the grass in a flamboyant twirl to announce its presence. "So, we can make oozing walls like this fun guy! My third partner in crime! You know, have them ease out of the cracks. . . Recede and then. . . JUMP OUT! Splurging around everywhere!"
  5. Sticky troubles

    , The experience had been a learning one, that not every prank or plan had been perfect. It was a necessary skill to learn to adapt to the shenanigans he devised especially when they started to backfire. In this particular case he wasn't sure if it backfired or if this had been the world's greatest prank against a single person. He had to say, it wasn't too bad sharing a bed with the 'Ice Queen' herself even if nothing untoward had really been happening. And overtime he had begun to pick up certain queues in the young woman that hadn't been as 'Icy' as she seemed to make herself appear to be. While he didn't like to brag, okay, he did, a lot. People had to at least agree that he was a Prank Meister, A Jack of All Pranks. Something did tip him off that Colette may have even suspected him as the prior prankster that hit Sturt. Aside from the fact he'd been caught in the Sturt's area in a very. . . Peculiar situation. He respected that she'd been a lot brighter than other's of that House, that had already been a step up from the usual dull-brained bluebells. "Why does the tadpole swim, Letty?" His head tilting towards the side, inquisitively staring in her direction. Jacket arms rolled up to revealing far more of the tattoo that stained against the skin. Leading the way that kept them off the usual 'safe paths' that someone may have instructed a person to stay on to keep safe. Of course, he wasn't just a normal person and the outback had practically been his playground due to his unique affinity towards the natural environments. "Yea, it's been a habit since I was a little kid. Back home, in America, we've really dense forests in my region. Hidden swamplands too which made the danger tick up a bit. There's. . . Just something exciting about exploring the world this way. The anticipation, things you can discover." The way he spoke had been like a child reading through a book of fairytales, epics that were made to inspire and lead young children into a world of dreams and creativity. For a moment he felt the tug in the opposite direction, a frown furrowing on his face and his hand shot-out with a sudden speed to grab her hand yet it settled around in a gentle grasp. There'd been a obvious strength behind him yet it'd been contained and maintained evenly. "Hey, knock it off! No need to be all high strung. Or, what? Are you scared to actually see the world around? I mean, I know you Sturt's really hate broadening your horizons but. . . " It'd been a tease as much of a challenge. Could she rise to the challenge? Letting her hand fall from his own, unless she'd already snatched it back, of course. He started to push forward with a bit more strength on his head. Nostrils flaring up as he took in the aroma of the various flowers and wildlife that swarmed around their current area. "No subtle movements. . . There's a. . . Kangaroo gathering nearby and I think maybe a stray doggo."
  6. Nature's Ally

    "Of course, living in the moment lets you see in a way that's truly unique to it." He snickered lightly towards her playful turning lips. Then a smoothing shrug rose up from him. "Everyone has their own way of viewing from their eyes, right? Another mans memory is another mans nightmare. All about perspective and reasoning." He spoke of it so casually, as if he heard someone say it and drill it into his mind. An earworm that just wouldn't leave in the form of general teachings. "I like to think it would be one to love, yea." The 'exact' experience he had intended to offer, he wasn't sure thoroughly but the spontaneity of it only made it far more enticing to dance about. "Everyone? Perish the thought!" Phoenix spoke in a charming manner, leaning in enough to add just enough of a low inflection. Speaking in a lower town, an intimate whisper. A means to try and speak to both the heart and the soul. "It can be just yours to take, Robin. . ." Her name leaving his in a passionate drawl. His lips turning into an ever impish smile. "Depends, I find myself quite fond of cream pies." Admittedly, being scanned and watched held an alluring charge to him that just couldn't be shaken. "I'm not just a Birdie and you're not just a photographer." Now, it was his turn to stalk about the woman. Encircling her slowly while his eyes examined her from head to toe. Both of his hands delving into the depths of his jacket pockets, catching his gaze every so often lingering towards her rear. She'd been fit, the shape of someone that found themselves constantly moving and active. That much he could tell without even needing the full picture of her body revealed to his senses. Stopping right in front of her and staring towards her eyes, keeping at least a memory and respect that the woman had been deaf. "Nature, danger, and adventure. I guess you can say I like to find my hand in a bit of mischief and then some. Depending."
  7. Here Kitty Kitty

    Phoenix Aurora
    Pursing his lips together, head tilting to the side while examining the young girl once more. 'So, she -is- a cosplayer. . . Well, I can't knock someone's hobbies! If it works for her, it works!" An odd choice but it also proved she'd been on some form of mission looking for a 'Jojo' which he could've only considered to have been a cat or a really awkward dog that liked the features. His hands pressing into the depth of his pockets while being sized up or more specifically looked up towards given the relative size between the two of them. "Wait, that's how you usually dress?" To him, she'd been the equivalent of a walking caution traffic cone. At least when it came to the noticeable design of her attire. One of his hands pulled from the pocket, running the surface of his palm against the locks of hair that rested on his head. "Hey, if it's your style then it works for you right? Everyone has what fits for them." Who was he to argue about it? After all, the right side of his arm had part of his tattoo peaking out from under the coat he wore. Only showing the lower jaw of the tiger that made up only a fraction of his tattoo and the design that had been mostly hidden from sight. "But, I guess in a way. . . It kind of just rocks with you." "You know, you've got the ears working for you and the cadre of colors. . ." Smiling lightly towards her afterwards, head shaking with a gentle shrug that followed. "Nah, I'm not making fun of you. Maybe poking a bit of teasing but in a good way. Not in the bully way, I don't do bullying. Pranks, jokes, and making people laugh is my game plan. Enjoy every bit of it too!" Shifting his posture, leaning more towards his left side while extending the leg out in front of him slightly with an acutely bent knee. "But you never really answered, whose Jojo? And~. . . Do you need any kind of help or something? I'm pretty good with finding different kinds of things and people."
  8. Okay, I want to clarify. Quick, this one? Not on me! But it's ALMOST as good as my last two.

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    2. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      What will you use to knock them down? Think you can a get close to a few without them running?

    3. Phoenix Aurora

      Phoenix Aurora

      @Maxine WilliamsYou insult me! This is -me- we're talking about. Of course I can get then. 

    4. Maxine Williams

      Maxine Williams

      Then let's play bowling. 😁

  9. Crud, Gelman escaped again! Well, that's going to be a fun adventure trying to get him from his fun-spree. 

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    2. Phoenix Aurora

      Phoenix Aurora

      You do realize you JUST kind of admitted that you did?

    3. Colette Auclair

      Colette Auclair

      I did no such thing. You can make me change my mind. 

    4. Phoenix Aurora

      Phoenix Aurora

      Whatever helps you with your cool points. Just remember~ I spent enough time to know~.

  10. Okay. . . Maybe I deserved this a bit. I am stuck to the most cold-hearted Sturt. I think she likes me though.

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    2. Phoenix Aurora

      Phoenix Aurora

      @Colette AuclairYou tried to run away from me when we got stuck! I feel hurt! My achy-breaky heart!

      @Gwendoline AuclairI done goofed. I was caught just after finishing and testing it out.

    3. Colette Auclair

      Colette Auclair

      @Gwendoline AuclairYou better close your bedroom door tonight.

      @Phoenix Aurora Seriously? Achy-breaky? How old are you? 

    4. Phoenix Aurora

      Phoenix Aurora

      @Colette AuclairOld enough that you want to close Gwen's door! You're so forward.

  11. A Sticky Situation~

    Phoenix Aurora
    Who would've that being stuck could be so much fun? Or. . . A very dangerous hassle! The Sturt Showers took their own hit, much like the Spencer's had a few weeks ago! Except, the water seems to be cursed with a 'Glue trap' of sorts! People could be collecting up the sweet pollen, their homework papers with ease, even a passenger or two! But it will take 'Things getting stuck to you' to a way too real level! Well, it's lucky that it's something that only lasts for a small bit, right. . .? Just remember to bring a long your favorite spatula to pry things off so that it doesn't get too ripped!
  12. Nature's Ally

    Intentionally pushing out the magical enhance hormones had always been a gamble, nothing had been thoroughly certain. It hinged on a lot and primarily there needed to be some form or attraction that existed, enough that it could aggravate and even empower that initial chemical spark in the proper type of people. Whether she'd been enamored or not he hadn't been sure but at the very least it would've made for an interesting test of a project to see just how resistant some individuals had been when it came amongst the Australian populace. Phoenix shrugged with a smile that never seemed to dim as the young woman watched him. "I'm a live in the moment kind of a guy. If I spent too much time looking at pictures and thinking about a different route to redo well. . . I'd probably start to question if I'm happy with my self." Every action he'd done in his life had been one with intention, were there things he regretted? Somethings he wished he could've just rewound and taken up a different choice in general? Not by a long shot. Lips curled into an amused smile, had he caught her? Had she been enchanted? It'd been hard to tell exactly, the tug, it didn't feel exactly the same as ones he'd done in the past. "It's a pretty enlightening experience, one you never forget." It'd been as much of his confidence talking as it was his certainty of his words. He didn't mind pictures, his people had come a long way from believing such a contraption actually stole an individuals soul or at least a part of it. Unless it'd been some form of cursed camera of sorts. . . Regardless of the situation, the existing or non-existing urges, it'd been quite clear that there'd been a bit of a fire for the camera that she held. "I don't really see how that would make anyone jealous. But. . . More questionable things have sparked a persons green eye, I guess, right?" Jealousy had been something he'd never personally dealt with, finding that a scattered 'hunting grounds' had been far more preferable than that potential hiccup. A hum resonated within him, that had been an odd choice of words, not ones that he expected of someone who had been properly charmed by the compounding effect of his heritages. "Cookies? You looked like a pie kind of person to me." His ears twitched, the sound of the ground shifting under him as the roots shot out, coiling at the base of his legs. There'd been no shock value from him, almost an amused grin with a subtle nod that flowed through. "Impressive, impressive." With his eyes still pinned on hers, the presence of an unseen force started to counteract against the roots almost as if it were prying it away with an intensive presence. "But if you wanted me bound and kept for your personal enjoyment. . . All you had to do was ask."
  13. Here Kitty Kitty

    Phoenix Aurora
    It had been a good day to go out and about at least after spending the last few days scrubbing the remnants of blue taint that had been from the rigged showers in the Spencer's House showers. He had to give it up to which ever Sturt decided to up the game to the next level of hitting everyone, that just meant he needed to explore his usual areas for 'staging' the next step of his devious pranking-a-palooza. One of the reasons he often went to the West Wall had been for the usual secrecy that it offered, not that people didn't know it'd been there but it'd just been so tucked away the chances of just stumbling over it had been unlikely. Stalking by his side had been an adolescent Siberian Husky with what seemed to be a yellowish blob that hooked on its collar as if it'd been actually riding on top of the canine. The obvious state of sentience behind it, a science project gone wrong or people one gone too right depending on how one had viewed it. It was then that all three caught the site of the outlandish getup that the young girl seemed to have been adorned in. Pig tails pulled back, extremely loud colors that made it hard to miss her and if he didn't know better there'd been cat ears stationed on the top of her head. Had she planned on meowing too? That would've pushed the meter for him, barely able to contain the amused and wry grin that shaped on his face. 'I. . . Can't even. I really need to compose myself here.' Far too juicy to pass up this kind of encounter. "So, this is what it means to 'Cosplay' I guess?" Phoenix's voice raised up with his arms crossed against his chest, peering over towards Dessa with his head tilted towards the side. The hound that followed him with the yellow blob started to adjust and lay on the ground as if he needed some form of rest or really just didn't want to stand up much longer. "Does this 'Jojo' really show up when you walk around looking like 'Kitty Rainbow Surprise'? Mostly curious." The tone woven through his words had been far more in a playful jest rather than an attempt to tease. "Need a bit of help with your search or something?"
  14. Nature's Ally

    Deaf? For someone that had been of the impaired she'd been communicating fairly well. Though this method always seemed far less-effective with that bit of knowledge. "Blind? I never thought that, your eyes are too nice to offer it up the gnomes of blindness." A small grin touched his lips while weaving a hand through his hair. It'd been in that moment that he started to release the usual control he held on his magically enhanced hormones, letting them filter through the air in an attempt to offer an enticement towards the already curious red-head that approached him. Even denoting him as 'Birdie' still, a teasing woman it seemed from that banter alone. As she prowled around him he stayed still, letting his extended senses take up the heat of keeping track of the woman rather than his eyes. Until she stepped and stopped right in front of him where he started to peer down towards her slightly. "Freelance photographer? Explains the camera, the wildlife explains why you're traipsing through the bushlands too." His lips parted for a half-grunted laughter even more pronounced towards her insistence on whether or not he did magic. "Maybe I just spark magic in your heart? I'm told I have that effect on people." Showcasing a roguish smile after his words with an almost casual shrug linked to it. Though her stance made him believe she'd even known about it, seen it, or had been a practitioner herself in some manner. His nostrils filling with her scent with her newly adjusted position. She definitely smelled like. . . Something. The touch of magic had most likely been on her or maybe in her veins. . .? If he could get but a taste it would confirm a hypothesis. She'd decided to circle him once more, the amusement of it played in his mind like a recording. Wasn't he supposed to be the one hunting her in some manner? Not the other way around? "I am pretty photogenic. You can hang up on your wall, tell people you met the ever elusive, 'American that stalks the Australian grounds.'" The thread of his accent had been obvious to not being local, almost as if there'd been am emphasis on 'e's and 'A's in somewhat of a droll. His stance changed, pressing his hands into his pockets with only the thumbs extended out and towards the corner of the pocket seam that showed on the outside. "I can be found in a lot of places. Usually when people are looking for someone to pump their heart with a bit of excitement and fun." His words spoken in a low speech, as if to try to offer an allurement to what he could've been inferring towards. "Though something tells me you're the sort that does magic shows. You seem really hooked on it." It'd been about the third time she'd made a reference or connection to magic or the fact that he may or may not have been a 'Magician'. The curiosity she offered also seemed far less about the magic portion, almost as if he'd been reading it as a red herring. Had she been far more interested in his work or in the fact someone had been found in the wilderness? A soft chortle rolled out of him as he shifted towards her, locking his eyes on hers as a barely noticeable illumination glossed over the lens of his pupils - Trying to offer a far more active ensorcelled effect on the woman, he hadn't been sure if it would even work. "Robin Shaw? That's a lovely name, you can call me Phoenix Aurora." To which Phoenix laughed with amusement. "We even share bird names."
  15. Nature's Ally

    He viewed himself as a harbinger of many things and in this particular case it'd been the harbinger of helpful revitalization. A bit of a benefit to a harsh ecosystem, giving the various animals a better chance at survival. While he didn't take much pains to keep too subtle within his animal state he also didn't account for someone being curious enough to follow or even really be around in general. The slight aroma that twisted through the air of someone that hadn't been of the normal wildlife caught his attention after reaching his original form. Someone close at that, after all, the nose knows as many would've liked to say. Even the sound of a cameras shutter gear after taking a picture and shifting to an empty slot on its reel seemed to resonate within the depths of his ear drums. Yet he stood, as if it unbothered, not noticing the encroaching woman that seemed to have curiosity and oddly enough softened steps that barely disturbed the ground. His untattooed hand pressed into the confinement of his jacket pocket once the voice made itself 'known' to him, turning around with an oddly relaxed look about him. "Don't know what you mean, just the bright light of the sun!" Phoenix stated in a coy manner, wearing roguish smile to fit the generally laxed demeanor he'd been radiating. His eyes scanning the woman from head to toe, trying to get a better read on if he would've needed to use the full extent of his abilities to try and 'convince' her what she'd seen wasn't exactly what she saw. Or if he could've simply let it be, for the most part. "What about you? Some travelling wildlife photographer?" His brow curved inwards while giving a more investigative glance towards her features, she seemed familiar for some reason. At the very least she smelled almost as if the touch of the reserve lingered off of her as well. "Or do you usually take your camera around and snap pictures of random people? Not that there's anything really wrong with it."
Phoenix Verdant Aurora
Student, Professional Troublemaker Sixth Year
17 year old Halfbreed Veela HE/HIM
Age  17
Date of Birth September 15th, 2002
Birthplace Boston, Massachusetts - US
Year Level Sixth Year
Occupation Student, Professional Troublemaker
Player  ✩ Kaitore
Blood Status Halfbreed
Species Veela
Pronouns HE/HIM
Patronus Thunderbird
Wand 9" Rosewood w/ Thunderbird Tail Feather
Play-by Kiowa Gordon
Education 

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ~ Year 1 - 3 ~ Thunderbird House

Tallygarunga ~ Year 4 - Current ~ Spencer House

 

Knowledge
Secrets

* Is an "Unregistered" Animagus, traditions taught by his Tribe in secret and passed down. A 'Medium' Thunderbird with amber eyes and both wing spans seem to hold an odd an barely visible markings of a Totem Pole on them.

* Has a Portikey that transports him between his home in Australia and to a spot where he can interact with the Thunderbird, Lolotea in secrecy. 

* Adept at the use of Transfiguration spells. 

* The Tattoo's on his right arm and hand are Henna but enchanted to be long lasting until intentionally dismantled to fade away. 

* Despite his Grandfather's best attempts, Phoenix still manages to find himself in far more trouble than the elderly man can withstand. 

* He's aware that there's something else within his blood but isn't entirely sure of the 'What'. There are tales told amongst his Tribe that it was a 'Fiery Bird Goddess giving the Aurora's a blessing'. A really flashy way to say 'Some Veela Lady'. Unbeknownst to him, The woman was also part Dhampir passing on both genes to him. Still suspecting that the particular 'Dhampiric Gene' came from his Father and he'd just been hiding it very well.

* Is skilled in Fancy Dancing and War Dancing of the Wampanoag tribe. 

* Colt is actually a Famliar

General Knowledge

* Is a spontaneous trickster, whether it be in a filled environment or a prepared ahead prank one will never know until it happens if its Phoenix's work. Or so they say.

* Openly displays the tattoo that is clearly of some form of 'Tribal' meaning. 

* Is known to be an adventurer of the Bushlands and just about anything else that seems to be interesting to him. 

* Skilled with a myriad of percussion and woodwind instruments.

*  Seems to have a detailed understanding of various animals and their habitats making him a self-taught and mentored Junior Magizoologist. 

* Known to try his hand on different things simply for the sake of trying it out.

* Has a Siberian Husky purebred named Colt.

* Is an adept at Wandless magic as well as Plant and Animal Magic

* Excels in Potion-Making and the relative Alchemy.

Personal
Personality

Phoenix is a young man of curiosity often finding himself drawn towards things that spark his interest and pursuing it to see what the outcome would be. Whether it is through a magical project gone wrong or unknown foray's out into the wilderness it always is with the intention of trying to find out the question to his ‘what’. This is often what helps to define much of his wild and spontaneous nature when it comes to either going with a flow that he designates for himself or turning a situation into a moment he could live within. He isn’t someone that is naïve and believes every circumstance could be wormed out of, so he designs a livable situation until it passes or is conquered.

This makes him someone that plays by his -own- terms first and foremost. Listening to people in authority is far more of the circumstance. While he understands those that speak from those roles often are foretelling from their own experiences as well as their position, he’s also quite aware that what they did and how they responded in those moments isn’t an indicator on his own personal response. He doesn’t believe another’s view is law or something to swear by but at the very least to consider and use it for his own better chances while still choosing to be much of himself.

Shyness isn’t a definition that he lives by and neither is caution. He’s as likely to approach someone as he is to pull them into something that wouldn’t have been on their list of things to do in that moment. Meeting a new breed of a Troll? Why not? If they’re just strafing near-death everything is fine in his mind. Adventure is a part of life with so much needing to be explored and it is something he plans to take whatever friends he makes on such a chaotic understanding of life.

He has a low opinion of those that are either too far up their own rears to see the world around themselves or are so high on their Horse that they haven’t even realized that they were already knocked off in life. Much like the traditionalists back in his Tribe he’d offer them the only high-opening advice he could offer which would always develop into some form of trick to either break that façade or to shove the stick even further up their backsides. He lives up to the moniker of being a ‘Chaotic Breeze’, what many of his people would consider a ‘Trickster Spirit embodied in a Human’.

There can be no doubt, however, that he isn’t a malicious individual. Rough around the edges, willful, but never someone that has ever intended long term harm on someone’s actual life. It’s equally something that he wouldn’t tolerate, coming from a background and culture where Physical, Emotional, and Mental abuses tend to run rampant amongst the ‘First People’. Those that seem to pull in such an atmosphere have much to expect of his unpredictable wrath.

Intelligence wise he’s not a lacking individual, applying himself if only to show he can be multi-faceted beyond what many people think or expect of a Wild Child. Though he had also been taught to not eschew wisdom, that the two needed to be pushed together in order to truly experience and survive the trials of the world. Words spoken by the Sachem before he left that still struck in him as much as he’d want to deny that they did.

Appearance

Phoenix stands at six feet and one inch with an athletic build. There is no heavy mass of muscle on him that protrudes but rather natural tightened definition. His skin is often a slight tan though bronzes over when the sun grows intense depending on the time of year. His hair is of a medium length and well groomed as well as maintained offering a lustrous dark tone, a testament on how well he employs the means of keeping up with personal hygiene and care. Though his hair also displays an unwillingness to conform often always in a wild fashion of allowing it flow in whatever way it seems to desire. As if it had any such a pull.

While he’s always dressed well regardless of the season there is also the sense that his clothing is picked intentionally to expect to get a bit dirty or at the very least offer mild protection for situations. During the far more mild and cooler months he can almost always be seen sporting a black faux leather jacket intentionally enchanted and managed to fight off the rougher elements that could be encountered while out and about. During the summer it tends to be a short-sleeved shirt or a long sleeved short with the sleeves neatly folded up towards the elbows. Typically wearing colors along the spectrum of: Brown, Olive, and Burgundy due to their resistance towards getting easily dirty or at least from it showing up. Loose cargo pants or jeans are typically the choice for him, finding them far easier to move in and resilient than other clothing for the kind of activity he gets himself into. He also wears sneakers designed with strong ankle support and well-defined grips at the soles.

On his right arm is a tattooed sleeve using Henna, starting at the shoulder and moving towards his wrist displays a Totem pole. At the shoulder is the image of a Thunderbird’s face, the second section display the firm maw of a Killer Whale, the third section resembles that of a wolf with its snout angled slightly downward while the final and lowest part of the pole resembles a Tiger with its mouth slightly agape. At the center of the back of his hand is the insignia for House Thunderbird from Ilvermony intertwined with the insignia of his Tallygarunga House.

His eyes shine with an odd amber hue to them.

Relationships
Friends

Friends are important to him, while he doesn't have many that could be counted amongst his circle compared to the average student he does try to keep them close in some fashion. They're easily as likely to catch a few of his tricks and pranks however not to any embarrassing degree. Unless he knows they could take that kind of heat and have a laugh of it. At times they may even be treated to seeing someone else pranked or something spectacular (His standards of spectacular, anyways.) if their mood seems soured. It isn't loyalty that drives him to make those kinds of choices or stand firm for them but rather the reach to get them to see a unique way of enjoying life.

Family

Family is Family, while it doesn't mean he agrees or even adheres to the kind of standards and paths they set out for him they do earn his respect. Enough that much of his pranking and trickery isn't in any form to humiliate or have a 'go at' them but rather to breakdown their rigid exterior. That being said, those that are his family are under his protection which ever way that may end up forming. This goes for both those that are considered blood relatives and those that have earned that kind of right within his life. However, even in their presence his wild nature isn't quelled or halted which often could spell far more of a headache depending on the family member. 

Lovers

Wild in the streets and wild in the sheets, Phoenix has had his share of bed-buddies and though he's never committed to an actual relationship there had been a few understandings of 'Friends with Benefits until. . . ' situations. Albeit a few have seemed overly charmed by him and though he tries to avoid that particular hitch in things sometimes it still manages to wiggle through depending on the individual. But dating, testing the waters in that way is an experience he isn't aware of and if there's anything about him that is consistent through out every aspect of his mind? It's that new experiences are always worth exploring. 

Haters

Enemies are so for a reason and Phoenix has no issue with letting them -know- and acting on it. His pranks often ramped up in order to truly embarrass them, to let them know that they've ended up crossing someone that wasn't afraid to stand up. Or even more, one who wouldn't just take what they're trying to dish out to others. While he has a mental list of 'Hierarchies' based on their potential 'Jerk-a-meter' those that are bullies (At least in this stage of his life) take the top of it and deserve every ounce of what he dishes out whether people agree or not means very little to him. Sometimes the hand of making things right is swift and holds no whim other than to the one willing to take it.

The story so far
History
Quote

“Don’t let yesterday use too much of today” – Native American Proverb

Phoenix Aurora, born to a Wampanoag tribesman known as Leafe Aurora and an unknown woman who left their child with the man soon after the birth. An early life without the voice of a second parent to help ground him ended up developing him into a wild child in many definitions of the word. Constantly exploring beyond the boundaries offered to him, issuing various amounts of pranks to lighten up the far more traditional leaders amongst the Tribe’s communities. Even going as far as being offered an unflattering title, ‘Chaotic Breeze’ which he aptly had taken up as his ‘Tribal Name’. At times it even became far more literal once his magic started to mature, not unexpected given the tribes ties to Ilvermony. Unlike in the larger societies around the world, within the Tribes, such knowledge had been easily known to Non-Magical and Magical members alike. Still, he prescribed to the belief that many of the members of his Tribe needed to live within the moment; experiences of yesterday would remain, but they shouldn’t be dwelled on.

Still early on in Phoenix’s life, Leafe met a woman named Skye who held an Apache Heritage. In time the two formed a budding romance and eventually she married the elder Aurora which led to their first ‘Family Secret’. That Skye had come from a small group of Apache’s that focused on nurturing and preserving the various habitats of the widely known and respected, Thunderbird. Forming a strong bond with one who had been named Lolotea. A unified belief that the creature had been an intended gift from the friendship that bloomed between Skye and her family due to the care they provided to it and its hatchlings over several years. Seeing such a raw and free creature that lived within its own moment only spurred the already wild nature that had been imbedded within the young lad. While also inspiring him to try to understand such avian majesty: What were they truly like? How did they think and view the world? What drove him had been to understand what their own drives were, what drives many of such creatures may have.

That urge only grew within Phoenix to find answers to those questions in a way that had been adventurous and borderline dangerous. ‘Near Death’ instances had only been taken as a symptom of trying to understand those qualities, however his father didn’t agree in that philosophy. If the boy planned to get himself into constant trouble with such explorations, then at the very least he needed someone that could properly instruct him and hopefully set him on a far more productive path. Leafe decided to send his son to Australia where Phoenix’s Great Grandfather resided, working side-by-side with the Wizarding Aboriginal’s and the Reserve when it came to preserving and understanding the various animals and their ecosystems.

Bags packed and made his way towards Australia where he had been walking fast, faces passed, and new home bound. With the intention of his Father and Great Grandfather made clear he still had been far more curious on the new scope of land that had been entirely unknown to him. What they gave him had been an entirely new playground that could facilitate even more trouble. What kind of impact will he plan to make. . .?

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