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Phoenix Aditya

“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”

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a character in “Agoraphobia”, originally authored by Fredalice, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name, Name you'd like to be called: "Phoenix Aditya, pleasure to meet you."
Age, How old you are: "20, but that's only a guess."
Gender, it's a fifty-fifty chance: "Female, pretty clear just use your eyes."
Sexual Orientation, everyone wants to know: "Homosexual, but I still do finds the male species attractive it just doesn't go beyond appreciating."
Height, Are you tall: "I'm around 5' 5" though to be honest the hat makes me even taller."
Weight, Are you fat: "Please, I'm almost too skinny! If you must know 105 lbs."
Race, it could be the color of your skin or you are not human: "We call ourselves Holloes (Hall-ohs), though older stories of my people suggest that we are humans who have adapted to life below the earth's surface. My skin has never seen the mythical sun, so you can probably guess what it looks like."

Power, Let's see what you can do: "Unless you call being a Hunter 'having powers', then I don't think I actually have any."
Skills, how uncanny: "I can see through any dark, I have yet to find a darkness that I can't see through; I am one of the most skilled Hunters among my people, meaning that I can become almost invisible when I want, I can become quiet enough you won't even hear my breathing, my eye is sharp and can notice the smallest of movements, my reaction and agility can match with any animal creature as well as my strength especially when I am defensive."
Weakness, you can't be flawless: "Well for one I only have one eye, the other I lost when my people cast me out; being a Holloe I am extremely sensitive to light; and as you'll find quickly I am not all there, through being alone in the dark and living like an animal my mind slightly cracked." When she says cracked she is referring to the fact that she is very paranoid, her movements are usually hesitant but strong like a wild animal running into a human, she mutters to herself a lot, her eye is shifty, and while hunting or being hunted she becomes a blood-crazed creature that is hard to control. Though for the most part, at times when she isn't hunting or being hunted, you can see a person there, she is able to hold logical conversations still and perceive and reciprocate emotions still, but the emotions she shows will show a slight crookedness, for lack of a better word.

Personal Quote, something you hold onto: “The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
― George Carlin
Personality, Who you are under that fleshy facade: She is a very rejected girl. The violence in her is great and will sometimes take over her whole persona. She has been often times described as an animal; wild, distrusting, jumpy, shifty. Though there is another aspect of her as well. She loves stories and has been known to horde books that have been lost within the Holloes caves. She has spent far too much time within her head so when it comes to interacting with others she doesn't know how. She mutters to herself quite a bit, mostly because it's a learned behavior from being by herself all the time, but partly because she has somewhat lost who she is. She's sarcastic and rude; curious and clever; if there's anything she knows its how to survive in the dark. Because of her cracked mind and love of reading she communicates sometimes by using riddles or, not very good, poems. She has also refers to herself as a rat, in the third person (i.e. "The rat doesn't like the light, prefers to stay in the safe darkness."). Even with all this, her personality is slightly chaotic and will sometimes change at random moments, but this is the dominating personality traits that you will see more often than the others.

History, everyone has a past: There is a small town underneath the surface of the earth, hidden away in cave. This is where the Holloes live, where Phoenix lives. Phoenix is the orphan, the urchin, of the town. She grew up without parents on the streets and it was at a young age that the townsfolk started to call her "rat". It was the drunk of the town that named her Phoenix because of how her eyes glowed. Though she and the drunk were close and he was the closest thing she had to family, they didn't live together. Phoenix lives on the outskirts of town in a small shack she made herself that's one room with a broken bed, a small stove, a box for a table and a rotting chair. One time while she was in town searching for food off the streets one of the chefs attacked her with a knife, this was the day she lost her left eye. That was also the time when her mind started to crack for she was left on the streets bloody and starving with an occasional person coming along and beating her. After that she got progressively worse and was pushed further and further from the town. It was just a few months till today that Phoenix discovered the upper world. It was thankfully night so the moon light didn't hurt her eye, but rather hypnotized her as she had never seen a sky before or a glowing orb that would be planted in the middle of it.

Every night after that she would climb out of the cave to sit and stare at the moon. One time she saw the light of day and was curious about how the sky had changed, so she left her cave and discovered her pain towards bright light. It was on one of her nights while admiring the night sky that she was taken. She had heard something behind her and without even checking she dashed into the cave quickly hiding where she knew she wouldn't be seen. The person who came in was nothing but a shadow, but he had a voice and appealed to her by setting food down. When she came from her hiding spot to understand this person her vision was lost and when her vision came back she was in a room that held nothing in it. The thing that she had found comfort in was that the place was dark, though there was no sky where she was being held was no different from where she had originally come from. She rarely left her room for she heard voices every now and then outside her room, so she stayed where she was, strange food being brought to her at regular intervals. Though when there is complete silence outside, Phoenix will make her way out of the room and into the corridors. She's never left because this new place has been kind unlike the town that had taken her eye.
Anything else you'd like to mention: The drunk in the town had taught her how to drink, so she has a very high tolerance for alcohol. Her voice is also pretty unused so it's rather quiet and scratchy. The hat she's wearing was made by her from leftover stuff she found in the cave, the gems coming from the cave's walls and have a slight glow to them and the crystal was one that she had had since she can remember.

So begins...

Phoenix Aditya's Story

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Phoenix, the Holloe Huntress
Phoenix stalked around the corridors of the house, her bone thin hand trailing along the windows as she said her goodbye to the moon for the night. It was about a month after she had been taken that she found this one corridor nearby that had these clear walls in which she could see the moon and sky and through a letter she found in her room it explained that those clear walls were called windows and the big eye in the sky was called the moon why the little eyes were stars. Though she was slowly learning the words for what these upper people called things, she typically kept to her own words.

"Let the big eye and little eyes now close themselves to go to sleep
until we meet in this clear wall place, not another peep," Phoenix said before leaving the hall of clear walls. She walked back to her room, she could see the burning eye peeking over the distant hills and knew it was time to hide back in the shadows. Though this time before she made it back to her small room she heard movement in one of the rooms that she had passed. This made her jump, grabbing onto one of the hanging chandeliers and pulling herself up into a hiding spot safely near the ceiling.

"The noise, I heard. Something moving, something waking. Will it attack the rat? Will it kill the rat?" she muttered, her pale eyes widening. The thought of something attacking her making herself defensive. She grabbed a make-shift knife that she hid strapped to her thigh, ready to attack whatever came out of the room. "Why do others want to hurt the rat? All I do is eat. Eat and Sleep. Watch the big night eye. I don't hurt nobody. I don't see nobody," her muttering was quick and quiet, one would barely hear here, "Shhh, no. Keep quiet. Keep safe. Hide. Hide. Hide. Shhhhh." Her breathing became so quiet then that one would think she had stopped all together. The burning eye was now peeking through the clear walls and her eye started to become sore from it, but she dared not move as she waited for the creature to come out of the room. Nothing came out, just continuous rustling and the burning her Phoenix's eye wouldn't stop. It hurt enough that she nearly fell from her spot on the chandelier out of sheer pain. It was too much. Phoenix replaced the knife back to her thigh and jumped down from the chandelier, having it swing violently threatening to come off the ceiling all together, but the girl who had been hiding on it was gone, back in the safety of her dark, dark room. Over the years that she had been there her room slowly acquired more and more furniture; now there was a most stable bed, a small hiding box in which cloths hung, and a table with piles of book stacked on top. Phoenix felt as if she were living in a palace. Though she only had two pairs of clothing, one being a knee-length black dress that was shaped like a pillow case, but was made out of shiny, silky fabric and kept on her by a gold chain around her neck and the other a large shirt and pants that were soft and warm. Typically while on night excursions she would wear the dress because it was easier to move around in, but she found that the other clothes she had were great to sleep in because she could hide in their soft folds instead of the ratty, itchy blanket she used to use.

Phoenix could now be found inside her hiding box, a book held to her chest as she stared straight at the doors, waiting for the rustling noise to follow her. She was perfectly still, her chest barely even moving as she breathed. It was a while before she decided to peek out form her hiding box. When she found it empty she slipped out of her box. That's when she noticed a letter on the desk. There was one every time the burning eye started to wake up and typically they were directions. As she read she received directions to skin and chop up the rabbits as well as pull the feathers from the chickens. The letter said it must be done before mid-day, or when the burning eye was wide awake. This seemed rather odd to Phoenix as most of the things that she was told to do were usually done while the big eye was wake, not the burning eye. At first she was about to throw the directions away and hide in her box, but then she found directions on which corridors to take to get to the kitchen by avoiding any clear walls.

"You must do as Master Shadow says rat," she muttered to herself, "Or your other eye will be ripped out as well. Or your feet will become dinner. Or the burning eye will forever watch you on a rope." She listed the many threats she had received while her Master Shadow was training her to do what was written in the letters. It wasn't an easy task by far, and even now it wasn't certain she would obey, but during the years she had been there Phoenix was being domesticated.

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Lilith, The Albino Seer
Lilith pushes the cart in front of her, struggling with opening the door. She was able to get out of her room and nudge the door closed with her foot. However, when her door closed, she heard another slam that echoed down the hall. Lilith didn't take any interest though. The wooden handle of the mop was held under her arm, dragging along the ground as she strode through the corridor. She was on her merry way down the hall of closet rooms. She was usually beckoned to dust those rooms but today was obviously different. "I learned to live... Half alive..." She started to sing, her words in mumbles. It was more of a hum. "And now you want me one more time..." Suddenly, a twinkling sound caught her attention. "You're gonna catch a cold...?" She lifts her eyes to one of the chandeliers that dotted the ceiling. It was barely swinging and she almost missed it, as if a steady breeze pushed it ever so slightly. Unsure of the cause, she speeds up her pace down the hall. "From the ice inside your soul..." A lump in her throat silenced her and she began to tremble. Was her captor watching her?

She left the hall of closet rooms and into the foyer where glass panels took up a whole side of the building. In the distance, she could see crops peeping up from the ground. Even further was the sun coming out of it's hiding place. She brought her focus back to her task for the day, dipping the mop into the cart filled with soapy water. She slapped the mop down on the marble floor and began to scrub. Lilith may be working, but her awareness did not dwindle. She was tempted to take a glimpse into the future to ensure her safety, but she knew the cost of doing so. Instead, her clouded hues darted in all sorts of directions. Watching, waiting, insecure of what was to come her way.


OOC: I made sure to note that the chandelier was barely swinging since she came out after yours hid back into the room. Just wanted to clarify.

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Phoenix waited by the her door as she listened to for the rustling noise earlier, it was distant, but still there. She hissed and moved back to her desk and looked to her hat. It sat on top of the biggest pile of books, like her stories were the pedestal and her hat was the trophy. She hadn't worn it since she got to this place, Master Shadow didn't approve of it's deformed facade, but at night Phoenix still liked to wear it as a reminder of why she couldn't leave this place, of why she wouldn't. The stones that were placed on the hat were the only source of light within her room, but for Phoenix it would be like the sun lighting a room would be for us.

"Go. Go. Outside, you must. Master Shadow will be mad," Phoenix whispered. She took a deep breath, her map wrinkled in her hand. She stepped out of her door, her eye looking at the ground as the burning eye's light had drifted towards her the hallway. She quickly scuttled to a shadow, the rustling noise could be heard in the burning eye's sight. While in the shadow she opened the map, tearing an edge slightly and began to quickly walk away from the hall of clear walls and deeper into the shadows.

"Tear the flesh. Rabbit fur and feather. Bloody in my hands. Meat for the Master," she muttered when she reached the kitchen. There weren't many jobs that she often did, cleaning wasn't her forte as her perception of clean came from living in a deep underground town, and cooking usually left the meat too raw if cooked at all and she didn't know what the spices were and often didn't like them as they took away from the taste of the meat, which left her to do the jobs no one else would like peeling the skin off the dinner meat, but also hunting them. Though for this latter she has had a hard time with because she wasn't allowed out of the yard so the best she could hunt were smaller things like rabbits and birds.

Thankfully the kitchens were empty, Phoenix figured on the request of Master Shadow. She walked towards where there was a small pile of rabbits and chickens. She didn't loose any time, but grabbed a rabbit immediately. From living in the caves there weren't a lot thing sharp objects to help cut the fur off so she used her teeth, tearing through the skin and ripping a small hole where she could dig her fingers in to pull the skin off. "Blood, blood, blood," she whispered to herself as she continued with the other critters, the blood from the dead animals dripping down her hands and arms on to her bare feet and off her chin onto her chest and dress. When she was done she dropped the feathers and fur into a bucket nearby and walked out, heading towards the bathtub that she used all the while licking the blood from her hands. As she walked down the halls she heard what sounded like humming and jumped into a hidden corner in the shadows like a startled deer. Her eye was steady as it looked frantically for the noise. Her hand grabbed her knife from its hidden spot, her tongue licked her lips, and her stringy blond hair fell over her eye.

"Come on little rabbit, the rat doesn't like those who hide. Hide in the shadows. Hide. Rat's job. Rat's place. Shadows. Dark," she whispered to herself as she waited.

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Lilith, The Albino Seer
The ivory-haired woman now scour the marble on her knees. The stubborn scuff mark would not wash away. She pressed down hard on the wooden handle of the brush, causing the bristles to bend in all directions. Her humming would reoccur once in a while the longer she stayed in the foyer. It took a while to mop the whole flooring. Her little feet, wrapped in muddy leather scraps, kept leaving trails of dirt mixed with the soapy water. It took her a while to figure it out. After the skirmish between her and the marble floor, she was able to wash until it gave off a reflexion. While clearing out the last mark, the sun reflected off the floor and into her crystal eyes. She blinked, rubbing them with a mixture of soap and dirt on her hand. Before it cleared up, she glances up at the glass panels again. The sun was a bit higher up, revealing how long she worked with the one room. Lilith dragged out a long, yearning sigh. She felt safe in the comfort of the sun. She drinks in the rays as she cleans. The warmth gave her a sense of euphoria. That was the case, until she heard scuffling in the other room. It echoed against the boundless walls of the foyer. She freezes in place, dropping the scrub brush. "Hello?" She waits for an answer. Of course, there was none.

Lilith slowly rose to her feet, broadcasting her minuscule stature. She slips back, pressing herself against the hot window panes. Lilith didn't expect the glass to scorch her skin, jumping forward and rubbing the back of her arms. Instead, she slowly crept over to one of the doors that lead to another corridor. Her head peeps out from behind the woodwork, searching for another source of life. She expected it to be another household staff but she rarely bumped shoulders with them. It was as if the silhouette wanted them to stay separate from each other. "Hello..." She whispers again. There was no movement in the dimly lit hall. That wasn't right. The door creaks open wide, her hand clasping the end of the knob in case she had to shut it quickly. Lilith shrugs, confused. She had to leave the foyer anyway so she hurries back over to her cart and mop. She picks up the brush and places it in the bucket that hung on one of the cart's handles. Inside the bucket, she also had a rag and bleach bottle. She trucks the cart along with her, one of the wheels bumping into the door. It smacked against the wall, creating an echo down the hall. Lilith didn't care. She was too busy cursing at the crimson carpet tangling itself with the other wheel. She takes her eyes off the dark hallway to rip the carpet from the wheel's clutches. Lilith was unaware of the other creature hiding and watching her, but she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of color emit from the darkest corner. Was it an aura?