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Who I am
My full name is Phoenyckz G. Noir but you can call me Fenix. At the present time, it seems that I am the oldest character alive in the entire Realm, being in fact older than Muratus del Mur himself. However, it is He and not I who set down the first cornerstones of the Realm. My part in the Kreation of the Realm was through Concept and written Word. The alternate identity of Adrian P. Apostol (Ady) exists as it is an easier name to go by when I am concerned with the numerous affairs and events that do not occur within the Realm. Different in appearance and background Fenix and Ady do in fact share the same Core and the same mentality.
However, I wish to stress out that Phoenyckz and Fenix are the names that must be used inRealm only while Adrian and Ady will be used offRealm.
My Appearance
I have the appearance of a young and healthy man whose age is no older than twenty~seven. However, when I am to be found underground or in any place where Sunlight will be fully obstructed I may appear a bit older. This is also available for very cloudy days. No matter the weather though, my skin will always be fair. My eyes are a deep and cold dark blue making anybody staring into them edgy and uncomfortable. They never lie and those that have enough willpower to actually gaze into them will be able to fairly tell what I am thinking. My hair is raven black and in powerful light it will also gain a dark blue shade. It grows slowly and I will never let it get too long. I`m six feet and one inch tall and my weight is usually around 165 pounds.
Despite my lanky and mysterious appearance I am not of Vampyric Heritage as I was born a Pureblood Human, even though it was on another Realm.
Within the inner part of my right wrist is engraved the Anathema Rune Scar. To ward off the Curse`s effects, I must wear an Arcane Rustgold Drachorn Leather Cuff enchanted by the five individual Angien Regal Sigilla. While I`m casting spells, both the effects of the Anathema, as pitch black scars on my entire right arm, and the effects of the Sigilla, as wings formed of golden light on my back, will be visible to everybody around me.
Every other piece of clothing and accessory has been granted to me either as a gift, either as a reward, either as memento and I can innately pass on the ability to not age to all my possessions.
As I am ageless, I will never grow old and the way I look will not change even when my body will be destroyed and I will have a new one. My appearance in any other Realm except this one will be different but the Anathema Rune Scar will forever be present.
My Origins: my parents and my brother
As it was customary back then, my birth had been foresaw and foretold by an Oracle. It was this Oracle who gave me my name. While still a teenager, I even once heard a bard`s lyre tell the Prophecy that was given to me and the story of my birth.
I was born in an Era too far away in the time~line for anybody else except me to be able to remember and in a place that was here but now is no longer, a small Realm that just eroded itself little by little with the endless passing of time.
My birth came with the Sun Dusk in one of the hottest Summer Solstice days of that Era and as the New Moon rose, the Oracle told the sleeping infant in my mother`s arms his Prophecy and gave him the name ``Phoenyckz`` and along with it, I was awarded my Symbols: the Stag (Nobility and Valor) and the Fox (Cunning and Temperance) along with my Principles: Light, Imagination and Balance. The first word I ever spoke was my brother`s name on the day he was born.
My mother was Kallysto Ryn Noir, Ryn being her maiden name. She was a very powerful witch and she was the one who taught me all I know about Magick and Magic. She loved me and my brother equally and spoiled us whenever she had the chance. I can easily remember her beauty, not worthy of a lesser Human`s eyes, and her voice singing to us during the Autumn and Winter nights. She was born in the same day as me 24 years earlier. From her I inherited the nature and color of my skin, my eyes and hair, my Instinct and my Wisdom. As I grew up, I realized that the respect given to her was something similar to both royalty and deity.
The ``G.`` in my name comes from my father`s first name. He was a great man, a strict and disciplined general who in secret had a very warm heart. He was the best Leader an army could ask for and he could raise the morale of even the most downtrodden pack of mercenaries. He was not native to the Realm I was born in but he was respected and known all over for his dedication and loyalty. However, it was our home and not our family to whom my father was dedicated and loyal. Nevertheless, he tried to love us in the way he knew how. Although Human, he aged differently than the rest, much slower and at the age of 30, when I was born, he looked no older than 17. He was a towering man and while clad in armor he resembled an iron brick. His skin was tanned and his hair and eyes were dark brown. Most of his body was covered in scars that came from all sorts of weapons and spells. He was, to me and my brother, a very intimidating figure as we never heard him laugh and rarely saw him smile. Even when he whispered, his voice would sound like thunder. It is from him that I`ve inherited my talent to speak in public, my wits, my grave voice, my humor, my sarcasm, my cynicism. Though I`ve my mother`s beauty, it is his face that I see staring back at me from every reflection. He is the founder of the Noir Lineage, which perhaps I will one day continue.
James Noir was my brother. The Oracle had no prophecy for him and thus it was thought that he was going to die at birth. It was I who gave him his First Name when I spoke my first word. My brother did not die any time soon following his birth and my parents always thought that was because when I named him, I gave him meaning. Throughout his entire life, James also thought that. He was born in mid~Autumn and his appearance always revealed it. His eyes were golden, his hair was as red as fire and his skin as pale as mine and mother`s. He was rebellious, ambitious and a dreamer. He was often silent and resembled father in that way and his laughter although rare was the most beautiful of its kind. He spoke with the same intonation that my mother did. He was very intelligent and he could turn anyone`s words against them.
He gave up his last name and every right to the Noir Lineage at the age of 12. He instead took on the name James Fenix, as an homage to me. Father and James sparred over something and they were both too stubborn. Although it was very important at that time I can now no longer recall what it was. He left the Noir Estate and became a wanderer. I decided to go with him as I was curious to see the world. Father died in battle slain by an invading force in less then a moon. The remorse James and I felt was without limitations.
We went after the invaders...
Fenix
During my first years all the way through my teens, I developed and practiced the ability to Kreate. Everything I Kreated became a new toy for me and I felt I hat the liberty to do to it anything and everything I wanted to. Sooner or later, I would get bored of my Kreations and ruthlessly Destroy them. At this early time in my life, my Humanity was near nil and I thought emotions, feelings and Instinct to be a foolish waste. I can`t say that I even actually bothered to love my parents or my brother. I had no ethics, no morals and no law ever meant more than a spec of dust for me. I thought myself to be superior to all.
As soon as we caught up with the invading army, an overwhelming feeling of vengeance took control of me. I once again ignored Instinct and allowed Rage, Valor, Cruelty and Kreation take hold of me. I instantly Kreated an Entity that inherited my loathing for everything that was alive and also the ability of Free Will. The Entity sadistically ripped apart the entire army in mere moments and then turned to us. James and I realized the obvious and for the first time in my life my Instinct kicked in and I cast all my defensive Magicks on him. However, he did the same for me. The Entity unleashed a series of Magick Spells that, in reaction to our shields resulted in an immense power surge. The Entity immediately imploded and also dispelled our shields thus leaving both my brother and I defenseless against the explosion that soon came after.
The result of all my hatred lead to the death of my own brother and what would have been my own demise if not for James` last acts of selflessness. Although my body was broken, it was still in one piece but my Core, my Soul, had been shattered and I could feel my life seeping out of me. In a blurry haze I could see scattered pieces of James` body everywhere around me as he had jumped in font of me, trying to ward me from the explosion. Kneeling in front of me, I saw his spirit his unbroken Soul, a fading ghost of bright orange flame, reaching out and into me. The result was immediate as memories, traits, dreams, desires, two lives were united into one whole new Core.
When I awakened, my body had already started to slowly regenerate. I could not move from the spot for a number of days, time in which, no matter how much I had tried, I could not remember anything about who I was and why I was in such a deplorable condition. Forgetting the spells my mother had taught me it took me several moons to get back into a decent physical shape. After more time of randomly wandering the wilderness, I finally reached a city, at that time an important trading nexus as important as the Capitols Cities themselves. I made my living as a pickpocket and charlatan, then as a thief, followed by a mercenary and finally as an assassin. Even though I never gave out my name, since I could not remember it, my reputation in the city grew. One of my employers, a very powerful and influential Lord, desired the Oracle dead. The sum was more than enough for me, I was cruel and heartless not greedy, and thus I took the job. I infiltrated the Oracle`s temple but as soon as the Oracle saw me, he recognized me and spoke my name. My memories came back to me in an instant and after years of confusion I once more knew who I was. Still, the events concerning the death of my brother were somewhat of a blur.
After murdering the Oracle and receiving the money I was promised I returned to the Noir Estate only to find it in ruin. No servant remained and it took me several moons to find out that soon after the deaths of my father, my brother and myself, my mother became ill with sorrow and grief and passed away of a broken heart.
With the Magickal Knowledge and Magic Spells restored to my memory, along with all my military combat training I had received as a child, I became a slayer of wizards and magi just so I could obtain all their hard earned knowledge. It is in this way that I had been found at the age of sixteen by Muratus del Mur, the person who would later become my mentor.
Muratus del Mur and Temposs Nokre
Muratus del Mur found me, along with a few others, while looking for somebody with the gift of Kreation. I was at that time infiltrated in a Collegium of Magic and He mistook for a student. I was trying to obtain certain scrolls and tomes but got sidetracked as the social interaction was in fact something new for me. Thus, I officially enrolled the College and received my diploma years later.
While He saw in me my true potential, I saw in His ideas a new way to entertain myself and perfect my skills. With His innate mastery of all existing principles He managed to Kreate the cornerstones for an entire Realm and then slowly Realmscaped it. The initial others left one by one, making my work and His somewhat more difficult. I found it very amusing that He was so busy with Kreating the Realm and he forgot to actually be incarnated in the Realm. That is why I am older than he is.
It was during these old times that I had the occasion to meet and defeat the Realm and the God named Temposs Nokre. The facts that I was still young, deluded and had a never ending hunger for Magickal Power and Magic Spells are not and will never be an excuse. I have slain a God Realm only to seize its powers and in turn I gained nothing and lost everything, as that is the gift of the Anathema Rune Scar.
As soon as I uncovered the God Realm I challenged it to a fight. Temposs Nokre literally threw at me every spell in its arsenal but my youth and speed and spirit of improvising proved to overpower the titanic creature in the end. After the battle with the God Realm ended and the dust settled I had discovered no new powers. Instead, I felt only weak and queazy. Once more it was Muratus del Mur who found me and took me back to the Realm. As I returned I found that more time than I perceived had passed and most of the Realmscaping was done and a new team of Kreators was by His side.
With careful healing, my body was soon restored except a small dark scar on my right arm, around my inner wrist which of course I ignored. Still, the weakness remained and every time I attempted Kreation, I just wound up Destroying something instead. Soon after, I also became even more violent and even attempted to murder my mentor several times. When I realized I was out of control, I fled the Realm without notice.
I soon came to see that the mark on my wrist was in fact the Anathema Rune Scar, an ancient Curse, the strongest that could ever exist. Without knowledge of how to stop the Curse, I grew weaker and weaker until finally I could no longer live. I was prepared to face my death but there were others not yet ready to do so.
Fenix awakenes. ``Tyrnal Haar``
After losing my conscience as I usually used to do during the time of my affliction, I awoke surrounded by creatures I recognized as Angiens. My mentor had seen through the violence of my Curse and aided me in my most trusted time of need. The Angiens pushed back the effects of the Anathema as far back into the scar as they could and then sealed it with a Knator Leather Cuff enchanted with the Four Royal Angien Seals. It was then explained to me that the Seals acted as warding pillars and as long as the Cuff would be covering the scar, the Anathema would not influence me.
It was during my time with the Angiens that the link between James and I sparked for the first time. Soon after, minor changes in my behavior began to occur, my mentality started to change, my cruelty and lack of emotion dissipating. I began to listen to the voice of my Instincts, my patterns of Kreation changed and even though James` Soul had succumbed to mine, thus letting him die completely, I had become more like him than ever thought possible. I gained his thirst for life and his rebellious attitude amongst so many other things. Ever since then I have scryed inside my own Soul, searching for a part of him still dormant but I always found nothing. I came to feel more comfortable being called Fenix, as it was this name that made me feel whole and reborn. And with my rebirth I also discovered something new.
Tyrnal Haar is a Magick Spell that be cast only when I am within Pure Equilibrium as the Principle of Balance is the first trigger for the spell. The second trigger is the verbalization of the spell itself. When both triggers are activated, its mechanism will begin to gather all the Heat it can muster from my body, my thoughts and emotions and a small radius around me, and then use the Principle of Light to convert it into Raw Heat which is automatically stored in my Core. If the spell will get dispelled, the Raw Heat will be restored from where it was gathered. The reason for which I need to be in Pure Equilibrium is that as soon as the storing of Raw Heat is done, the Principle of Balance will begin to convert half of the Principle of Light into the Principle of Darkness. Attempting to do this without Pure Equilibrium would shatter any Core. The Principles of Light and Darkness, both intertwined by Balance will then act as a bridge between the Core and the Anathema Rune Scar. Raw Heat becomes Raw Dark Heat. The tainted Heat will instantly be filtered by the Leather Cuff becoming Imbued Heat and from this point on, the Principle of Imagination will act as a catalyst for the remainder of the spell. Using the Principle of Imagination I focus the Imbued Heat on the purpose I need it to fulfill and I visualize it reaching the needed body part. By the time the Imbued Heat reaches the needed place, even if it is from the Cuff to the Anathema right below it, my body will know, through the use of the Principle of Light and the Principle of Imagination, how to `push` the Heat through itself and then the fully reconverted Principle of Light will ignite the Heat and thus have as a finished result caster controlled Magickal Fire. Even though the mechanics are this complex, the casting of the spell will never take more than two of my heartbeats at that time. If my pulse is accelerated, so will the casting of this spell be.
Visually, the spell will turn my eye color into a bright orange, and the gathering of heat might look like there is a slight magnetic aura around me. The body part on which I focus the spell will be covered in an orange and scarlet flame that will never emanate Heat or warmth, not even while burning.
The nature of the spell is mostly based on the emotions I channel into it. Rage, Fury and Wrath yield in harming both of myself and those I want harmed. Caring, Nurturing, Protection yield in healing both myself and those I want healed. The more interesting part is when I successfully manage to focus a mix of emotions such as Fury and Protection at the same time but this part proves to become increasingly difficult.
It was during my centuries of recovery that I witnessed first hand the Old Eras take place. I helped build the city on the Sage Plains. I met Gregor Macefist, the first Realm~born Human to ever record historical and geographical evidence. I watched the Three Kings grow from children to teenagers and I was there the night they proved their powers of Kreation. I too visited the mountain after it rose from the sea and I watched with wonder as a solid nation was instituted in less then a week. I was part of the first to be assaulted by the Little Tiny People, to stumble across a small dark growth in the Sage Plains, to wander into the Chaos Woods and make it back alive. I met Hallowed Zenith, the Aramor who inexplicably became Human. I met Azul Tayne while he was alive and well and after his death I met his daughter Marrinde. I helped Gabriel Wind and Jack Willow build the Marble Dale paths and I went hunting with Daniel Raven. I even helped Heellena Wasspe with her Research.
I also was part of the first people to get partly corrupted by Necrovion due to the Undying Curse of the Anathema. I betrayed Hallowed Zenith and decimated the people of the Sage Plains. By the time my wits had been restored to me, I had already Destroyed too much. My memories of that time are all a haze. In their last attempt to stop me, the Three Kings imprisoned me in a Pocket Realm where I stayed for until the present time.
Renavoid. Granos. Cherry Blossom of Darkness.
When Renavoid found me he didn`t really know what he found. It was of course my old friend and mentor who guided him through the darkness to where I was and then us both back into the light. I quickly recovered and made new friends. Although Time stood still for me, it did not for the Realm. It is amazing to see how far some things have evolved while other were ignored and forgotten. But even though my return was well greeted, my joy in the Realm would not last long. It was with the help of both Renavoid and Granos that I discovered that one of the warding pillar Seals on my Cuff had been cracked by Necrovion during my corruption. Indeed, DeathMarrow had and still has good reasons to obtain the Anathema for itself.
In exchange for my apprenticeship and his chance to experiment on the live Anathema in order to better understand and harness it, Granos offered to aid me and restore my now dwindling power. Thus, I`ve left the Realm once more and headed to another pocket plain, where after a series of mad and painful experiments and incredibly odd happenings, a part of my Anathema had been calibrated and implanted throughout my entire spinal nervous system and Granos got infected with the Anathema at a cellular level, which, surprisingly overjoyed him and caused him to go insane. I then secretly returned to the Realm and once more visited the Angiens. As soon as they found out of all that happened since they saw me and that the Anathema had been somewhat contained through calibration and assimilation, they rewarded me with a new Leather Cuff that would allow me to venture safely near Necrovion. The Arcane Rustgold Drachorn Leather Cuff adorned by the five individual Angien Regal Sigilla is supposed to be the strongest ward in Infinity. However, the fact that the fifth warding pillar pierces through my entire wrist, skin, flesh, muscle, bone and marrow, and gets out the other side while perpetually `infecting` me with ward magic proves to be somewhat painful.
Both Granos`s mad never ending experiments and the removal of the old Wards and adding of new ones left me half dead. It was Yami no Sakura who selflessly watched over me until I awakened and then until all my powers were restored to me, and with them, something more. Spending hours on end with her showed me what a wonderful heart she truly has and, out of reasons I`ve yet to understand, she fell for me also and together we managed to understand each other better.
Since my story started so many eons ago, my Role changed so many times. My current Role is that of Archon of Arcane Lore, as it is my greatest passion to re~obtain, sort and filter all the Lore of the Realm and add it to the fresh, blank tomes so that the characters of tomorrow will know what was and what is MagicDuel.
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