« on: May 30, 2019, 05:06 PM »
Weight: 100 lbs
The phoenix, a creature whose beauty is unmatched, their wisdom unrivalled and their kindness benevolent. So how did this one turn into such a dumpster fire of living being? Meet Aiden! Reserved, though amiable enough of a young adult, harbouring a very conflicting relationship with alcoholism.
Escaping her small mountain-side town and the grasping claws of her doting yet possessive mother, she now resides in a cramped apartment along the city streets of VOID. She lives pay-check to pay-check, working throughout the young hours of the morning to the dead of night of whatever business will take her in, even if it’s trade may be less than legitimate. She's manned empty stores used as decoys for money laundering schemes, worked at bars with basement-dwelling gambling rings, cleaned out ware-houses covered in.... mysterious fluids, you name it! Typically keeping her head down, she gets whatever menial tasks need to be done and keeps any questions to herself.
Feeling like the weight of the world is bearing down on her, she likes to melt her worries away just with a small drink, or two.... or twelve; And after chucking enough booze down her neck, the “real” Aiden comes out to play. She transforms into the boisterous and erratic youth she always felt like she was, and she certainly lets that self be known to those around her. She can attract all sorts of attention in her stupor, and more often than not, it’s unwelcome company. A scrawny, loud-mouthed twink out on the streets or in the club could always do with being taught a lesson, right?
This is where her innate pyromancy comes in! Only able to make a mere puff of smoke when she’s sober, her fire powers become more and more powerful with however much liquor gets into her bloodstream, veins pulsing and straining with golden energy when she’s sufficiently shit-faced. Able to create scorching plumes of fire and wicked gashes from red-hot talons, her relentlessness in a fight is something any opponent should be cautious of. Her complete disregard for own well-being, and that of their surroundings can lead to a situation that can easily spiral out of control. However, she’s still piss drunk when she’s capable of battle, likely causing more physical harm to herself than any aggressor. Tripping over her own feet and throwing herself toward anyone in a tornado of limbs and flame will likely not end well for her. Not to mention how effective a biting insult or doting compliment sent in her direction can be, a near guarantee to disarm her when she’s in such a mentally volatile state!
GOD IM GONNA GET SLAUGHTERED!!! Best of luck to everyone!