Phoenix | Character Breakdown

Name: Phoenix Appearance: Phoenix is a lithe, strong, average height bat pony. Her mane and tail are long and flowing She wears the feather of a Phoenix on a necklace. Enchanted to last forever. Her tongue, bat wings (the webbing), mane and tail all glow depending on how much magic she's absorbed. 0% = Natural flat colors 100% = Completely Charged, bright glows. Her flight trail is ashes as she bleeds off extra magic. Personality: Think Rainbow Dash, but on fire. Occupation: Nuisance Rank: That Bitch Abilities: Phoenix has many talents, and thanks to her...curse...she can perform magic. Her magic is limited and specific. For one, she can save up magic, 0%-100%, and spend it with different abilities: Fire Breath Fire Ball Singed Wings Flame Trail Combust Phoenix Rise (rebirth, only upon death. Age + magic reserves constitute outcome. Including loss of memory and age degradation before finally rising from ash.) Likes: Flying, racing, stunts, anarchy Dislikes: Being Grounded, Nosey Creatures Romantic Interests: Possibly a triangle. Possibly unknown. Family: None Fears and Phobias: What is there to fear, but life itself.  Backstory: Many moons ago. Experimental groups sprung up from all over, including a much less talked about 416C696F6E6120496E6475737472696573, and the NIXFALL project. NIXFALL "No, don't you worry none, young filly. As the procedure commences, you may feel a little bit of pain, but the Med-X dose will sooth any higher peaks out. We need you to relax, though, as the DNA converging with your own can cause...hmm, unforeseen consequences." The filly stared up at this stallion, his face hidden behind a mask, and labcoat hiding the rest of his body.  Embroidered on the side of it a Sunrise, shooting rays of reds and oranges into the cyan sky of the labcoat. His ID badge turned backwards so she may not read it... not that she could. She let out a weak cough and nodded slowly, her body in a weakened state already. She was no more than twelve, maybe thirteen at this time. She had no choice in the matter as it was, this was the last option they had to save her, as she was told. Her wings squeezed tightly to her sides with binding, body strapped to a coffin style bed. The doctor slowly moved his mask aside, offering a gentle smile. "Listen, kiddo, we know you are afraid, but you're being strong. No matter how weak this body is, your soul is still ready." He'd tap her chest gently, having been the caretaker for her, he'd be one of the...nicer individuals. Behind a one-way glass across the room, though, stood someone not as patient, their scratchy voice coming over the intercom, "let's get this started, all ready! I don't have all day!" Her caretaker rolled his eyes, looking down at her once more... she could see worry in his eyes. "How about this...you stay strong...and I'll let you choose your new name. Since, well...we have no records of yours." "Ph..." He stepped back, letting the machine slowly close in around her. Her voice couldn't carry through the metal walls, but through the glass window in the top he saw her say it. Her favorite animal, after all! He jotted it down and held it for her to see- of course, he knew she couldn't read, so he added a drawing of the creature, and her smile could have lit up the world. The process began. And a young filly felt pain no filly should ever have felt. On the other side of a console, the lab technicians worked feverishly to adjust volumes and dials, calculations and variables. The caretaker stood silently by, wishing he'd been the one to take the pain. And with a flash of light, an intense wave of heat, and a rumble that sent everything crashing... The systems were over-encumbering by the intense magical requirements. The lab was strong, yes, but not perfect...allowing magical radiation to leak in over time for the magi-pulse generators. The young filly found herself trapped in the machine as the chemical pumped into her was tainted. Her screams grew, and grew, until... Flatline The caretaker lowered his ears as he pulled himself together, having fallen in the events prior. He slowly approached the coffin and rested a hoof on it, lowering his head against the glass. They were too slow. Fighting could be heard through the intercom, a commotion that would surely spill out soon. "I'm sorry, little one... I tried. I really, really tried..." He opened his eyes in shock, seeing a swirl of ash and fire within the coffin, and knew right away what was happening. He pried the vessel open, allowing the tornado of ash to climb into the air. In a flash of fire, the filly was reborn. Her pegasus wings gone, and replaced with webbed bat-like wings. Two fangs sporting from her wide smiling maw... and a mane and tail that glowed like embers. "Kid? Is that..?" She flew down and hugged her caretaker. "My name...is... Phoenix."