Innocent when taken, cold when created
Pheonix tends to keep to himself, considering that once he meets people, he opens up quickly. He was taught to be this way when he was held in captivity. He’s street smart, but not book smart, so all in all he’s a brilliant guy who’s anything but cocky about what he knows. He’s learned that curiosity can be a horrible thing, and so he doesn’t really question anything, and he can seem cold at some times. Other times he is a very compassionate person, but it is quite obvious that the fight has been drawn out of him. There is still some spark in those eyes, though, if you look deep enough.
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Pheonix has a rather strange past. Being taken from his nursery when he was only two weeks old, he never really got to know his family, and he never really had a chance. Before he knew it, he was being poked with needles and taking tests, sleeping in a cell that was meant for criminals along with fifty other kids enduring the same thing.
The scientists never explained who they were or what they were doing, and if anyone questioned, they would be beaten until they couldn’t question any longer. Pheonix was always one of the smart ones, huddling in the corners and doing what they told him to do so that he would get a bed at night, or a meal that evening. Pheonix was never treated too harshly. But that was because he never resisted.
As Pheonix grew older, he started noticing changes in the kids around him. Some died horribly while other’s flourished. Those who lived started showing signs of inhumanity, becoming inhuman. Every day they were all tested on, and Pheonix had started to wonder why he himself was staying normal. He received injections nightly, though he seemed like the only human among them all. Sooner or later, though, even the most successful “experiments” died off, and the scientists started becoming more and more angry and confused.
Finally, Pheonix started seeing signs of changing. He had grown wings, and he knew how to make them look and feel invisible. He grew stronger and quicker, and his hair and eyes changed color at will. If he closed his eyes, he could feel something and know the color of it, and he could see in the dark with more than perfect vision. He had become the dream experiment.
They started paying more attention to him, injecting him more to even further enhance his abilities. Pheonix started growing scared. Everyone around him was dying, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he was soon to go as well. So he started fighting back. He was unmanageable by the time that he decided to be uncooperative, so it often took ten or fifteen scientists to hold him down and give him his daily doses. It got to the point where he would be put in solitary confinement, going weeks without water and food. When he was especially bad, they turned the heat in the room up to one hundred and twenty degrees until he was literally passed out, with barely any pulse at all.
Eventually, he stopped fighting, and he went back to taking what he had been given.