Description

"The souls of the undead - they thirst for the sins of mortals like you."

Name
Phoenix Estrielle

Age
17

Parent
Hades

Personality
A willful, confident character with a streak of unpredictability, Phoenix carries out tasks with accuracy, style and precision. She has zero tolerance for inefficiency, proving herself to be a worthy opponent and a powerful ally, although she does tend to prefer working independently by herself. She is a flexible thinker and intellectual character, constantly optimizing her perceptive abilities to gain the upper hand in a battle.

Perhaps her negative traits lie in her inability to take orders from others too well, and she is extremely stubborn to a fault. At her worst, Phoenix can be unreasonable, hard-headed and unwilling to be receptive to others' opinions with the ideology that she is always in the right. When enraged, people find it best to leave her alone for the meantime as she can be truly intimidating. In addition, she hates losing - it is not in her vocabulary, neither is it an option. On most occasions, Phoenix does come across as blunt and straightforward, never thinking twice before the words spill out of her mouth. She is one whom doesn't stand for hypocrisy - if she abhors you, she'd make sure you know it instead of hiding behind walls of lies, deceit and false expressions.

Despite her focused, goal-driven personality, Phoenix is a wild child. Rebellious would be an understatement - she has spunk and a whole lot of insanity in her. Phoenix is constantly following whatever whim that strikes her at that moment in the belief that there is no order to anything, including her own actions.

Background
It was not much of a surprise that Phoenix started harnessing her powers at a young age, since her mother worked as an undertaker in a funeral parlor. At the age of nine, she found out that she was able to talk to spirits, or sometimes on more gruesome occasions - the corpses of the supposedly "dead". After a while, young Phoenix soon got used to it and indulged in interesting, lively conversations with people who once roamed the earth as living beings. But of course, they never really stayed on the surface for long, for agents of the Underworld always appeared to bring them away. And naturally, no kid would want to get themselves associated with a "freak" who claimed to talk to the dead, so Phoenix ended up having a sad, lonely childhood with nothing but her ghostly friends to talk to. With that being said, that resulted in Phoenix being unable to converse with children her age, hence isolating her farther from the outside world.

Her entrance into Camp Half-blood had not been an easy path to walk either, since children of Hades were almost always shunned due to the aura of fear and death they exude. However, after the embarking and success of several remarkable quests, Phoenix gained respect from majority of the campers, and is now one to be feared for entirely different reasons.

Appearance
Phoenix's long hair encompasses of dark shades of auburn with striking, amber-gold eyes to match. She has a fairly light skin tone and a slim, tall figure. She is not one whom is overly concerned about her physical appearance, and wears anything as long as it is comfortable - and of course, also making it a point to look presentable. Her signature outfit would perhaps be knee-length boots, black gloves that exposes her fingers, and whatever that goes well with them. A dark-red tattoo rests on her right upper arm, bearing her father's symbol of power.

Weaponry
Phoenix is brilliant and excels in the art of swordplay - though bows and arrows almost never does what she wants, so she is probably better off without them. She is currently in possession of "Stormbreaker", a black-bladed sword forged from Stygian iron with the ability to transform into an onyx-black ring when not in use. Other than that, Phoenix doesn't find the need to carry additional weaponry.

Abilities
Necromancy - Phoenix is able to summon underlings from the Underworld, as well as being able to communicate with the dead.
Shadow Manipulation - The ability to enshroud oneself in a cloak of darkness to distort or mask one's presence. Shadows can also manifest physically to take hold or constrict a living being. This is perhaps her strongest and most versatile ability.
Geokinesis - She is able to open fissures in the earth to swallow up creatures, trapping them in the underworld.
Shadow Travelling - The ability to slip into the shadows to appear somewhere else of her desire. However, Phoenix rarely uses it and only in dire situations, for it causes extreme fatigue.

Interrogation Scene

So begins...

Phoenix Estrielle's Story

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#2012-11-23 16:57:27, as written by Silverlight138

Phoenix Estrielle

If Phoenix wasn't already annoyed enough, this was more than sufficient to make her think of marching straight up to Zeus and pulverize him into a pile of godly poop.

"When did you start working for Kronos?" The raspy, cracked voice prompted her again. It was much too dark to see barely five feet ahead of her, except for pairs of blood-red eyes that glinted maliciously in the shadows. Phoenix was strapped tightly to a chair - not to mention that it was darn uncomfortable as well, in what she supposed would be the torture chamber of doom and gloom.

"Kronos? If by working for him, you mean stuff like beating his ass up right, putting him back in his place in that filthy abyss of the underworld, then yeah, I started my service last year," Phoenix spat out, her voice laced thickly with sarcasm.

"A stubborn one, aren't you sweetheart? Just like your daddy. Now tell me, why did you betray the Olympians? How did Kronos get you to join his side? Speak, Daughter of Hades!"

"Cookies," Phoenix hissed, her lips drawn into a tight smile. "Kronos bakes lovely cookies, didn't you know that? He has pretty unicorns and rainbow popcorn in his possession as well. That's how we were oh-so tempted to join his little army of mindless zombies," she paused for effect, staring hard at the unseen creatures with eyes that spoke of determination and fearlessness. "Fools," she finished, a coy smile on her face. Apparently, her interrogators didn't quite seem to take humor very well.

"Dispose of her, she is of no use to us. Let her rot in the Underworld for all eternity - that is the price for treason."

"Ah, hell," Phoenix muttered, as figures began advancing on her. Immediately, various sorts of escape plans came almost like a natural instinct and reflex to her, analyzing the situation in as many ways possible. However, it seemed that there was only one logical action to be taken at that moment: Beat the shit out of these guys. Or rather, eradicate them - send them straight to the dark abyss of Tartarus. Hmm, it sounded like a pretty good plan to her.

"Ciao, send me a postcard," Phoenix grinned as the ground below them rumbled and shook like an angry beast, smothering the shocked cries of her interrogators who flailed wildly about. The next few seconds seemed to pass by in a flash as a fissure appeared; a large, gaping mouth that mercilessly devoured every creature that once stood above it. Almost as soon as it happened, the ground sealed itself close, shutting whatever that fell through in its murky depths below. All that remained was deathly silence - and a very, very annoyed Phoenix still strapped onto her chair. She wondered if her power to summon underlings would still work, lest they should turn on her instead. Oh well, it was worth a try.

"Accursed souls of the Underworld, heed my words, for my desire is your command," Phoenix ordered. This time, there was a slight rumble before the mangled hand of a creature broke through the ground, fingers clawing the air. Another appeared, then another, until four ghastly, decayed figures could be seen pulling themselves up from the Underworld and into the realm of mortals. The skeletal creatures stood in a neat row before Phoenix, bowing slightly with fists on their chests - or rather, what used to be flesh was now reduced to tattered skin exposing dry, charred bones.

"How can we assist you, daughter of Hades?" They gurgled. Okay... so the summons did work; that was a relief. It wouldn't exactly be desirable if she were to be destroyed by her own underlings, now would it?

"Hmm," Phoenix frowned. "Why did I even summon four of you? Okay never mind, how about getting rid of these?" Phoenix nodded to the chains wrapped around her body. "Neither the living nor dead can break these, but you are the undead, after all." That was all it took to free her from her burdensome position - her underling had disintegrated the enchanted chains with just a mere touch.

"Why, thank you. You may go," Phoenix, likewise, placed a fist over her chest and bowed. It wasn't necessary since they were her underlings, but she made it a point to show her gratitude - undead or not. In an instant, they faded into the shadows, leaving an empty space where they stood. However, the fact that she was actually held captive and interrogated by subordinates of the Olympians had a highly disturbing quality to it, not to mention that she was pretty sure her own interrogators had been her father's. She hadn't the time to ponder over the situation, when sudden images flashed rapidly through her mind, leaving a lingering presence of someone's aura....

Of course. Erin May, daughter of Hecate. And, judging from the rising commotion coming from all sorts of directions, Phoenix assumed that the possibility of her being in her current predicament alone was little to none. Oh well, the more the merrier, that's what they always say. She found the exit of the room she was in rather quickly, proceeding to navigate through the confusing passages that split up in all sorts of directions. Not surprisingly, she met with few resistance - manpower must have been used up in chasing the other demigods around. Amusing. She had not even found the need to transform Stormbreaker, which still sat snugly on her index finger as an onyx-black ring.

Phoenix rounded yet another bend - this time, pausing momentarily. Oh, lookie. Familiar people. "I assume you got Erin's message?" one even said.

Wonderful. Civilization. Finally.

"Hello boys, glad to see you here. Now then, let's bust out of this place, shall we?" Phoenix gave them a coy smile. An entire force of Olympian subordinates, versus three of the best demigod elites around. What were the odds?

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#2012-11-23 21:53:36, as written by RacoonMoon()

"Do you know how many people are imprisoned here?" The boy asked. Theo kept his eye on him while he rose to his feet. He had trusted the boy when he came in because he was restrained but now he had second thoughts. Not everyone in here was falsely accused of betrayal. He stared at the boy until he recognized him as Alexander Tyr. He had been some talk among the Hephaestus campers but he wasn't surprised he didn't recognize him. He had stayed away from such gossip.

He cleared his throat to answer when another person came into the room. "Hello boys, glad to see you here. Now then, let's bust out of this place, shall we?" she said with a coy smile. Great he thought as he sized up the intruder. She looked as if she could have killed them upon entering so he decided to trust her for now. "Well I can't say I'm glad to see anyone here but yes we should escape now." He said returning her smile.
He started to walk towards her when his feet rattled one of Alex's chains. He leaned down and picked up the chain. Tossing it up and down in his hands he then grabbed Alex's manacle and attached them. He swung it in a circle beside him and smiled. For the circumstances it was a nice makeshift flail. He handed it over to Alex in satisfaction. He didn't know how well the child of Athena could handle himself without a weapon so he gladly relinquished it. He walked to the doorway while quickly rubbing his hands together. "After you." he said upon reaching the door. He had no weapon for himself but by this time his hands were heated to enough to at least burn anyone they touched.

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#2012-11-24 02:04:08, as written by Silverlight138

Phoenix Estrielle

Phoenix studied the two demigods momentarily. She knew them, of course, but whether they could say the same would be another matter entirely. Theodore looked wary of her, but it was of little concern to Phoenix. She was used to people giving her that particular look - she was after all, a child of Hades. In any case, Phoenix was pretty sure they could be trusted - no one walks around with chains and a wild look in their eyes, so differentiating friends from foes shouldn't be much of a problem. With that being said, she watched Theodore fiddle around with the metal things, and narrowed her eyes.

"What? That's unfair. Was I the only one who got strapped to a chair with enchanted chains? Those things can only be broken by the undead. Ridiculous," Phoenix muttered.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard down the hallway. The bad news: They could end up cornered and stuck in the room. The worse news: The footsteps sounded like they belonged to a quantity that the three demigods would be more than willing to avoid. This was a higher level of opposing forces than the ones Phoenix had encountered so far - not surprising actually, since meeting up with the other demigods running loose would only mean bumping into more pesky Olympian subordinates.

With a flick of her hand, Stormbreaker emerged; a deathly black longsword forged from Stygian iron at her disposal. It was a pretty weapon, and Phoenix took pride in it.

"Alrighty, time to move. Anyone knows where the exit is? Or should we just destroy the whole place? I wouldn't imagine Zeus would be particularly pleased about that," she cast a bemused look at them and shifted into an offensive stance, her fingers curled comfortably around the hilt of Stormbreaker. At the same time, her mind raced at an impossible speed, calculating the odds and the best strategy for survival. It wouldn't be wise to invest time and energy into trying to fight their way through the scores of enemies approaching, yet there was only one exit out of this room. Unless...

"Ahhhh, I have an idea," Phoenix grinned. "If that stupid door is the only exit out of this room, then we'll just make another. This building is filled with hallways and rooms, so we'll simply smash through this wall here," she nodded at the furthest wall. "We should be able to pop out somewhere eventually."

At that moment, the first wave of enemy forces had rounded the same bend Phoenix had took earlier - and of course, spotting the three wanted demigods. With a great roar, he bellowed, "THERE! THEY ARE OVER THERE!"

"Yes, yes, don't need to get all worked up," Phoenix muttered and rolled her eyes, then proceeded to buy some time for Theodore and Alex. Again, mangled creatures smelling of death and decay clawed up from the ground. This time, it was six skeletal figures dressed in armor and wielding swords. Fallen heroes, Phoenix presumed.

"Buy us time. Destroy them," Phoenix instructed. Her underlings bowed, then marched out of the room. More of this summoning crap, and she'll probably pass out in two hours or so.

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#2012-11-24 07:41:02, as written by RacoonMoon()

"Ahhhh, I have an idea," Phoenix grinned "If that stupid door is the only exit out of this room, then we'll just make another. This building is filled with hallways and rooms, so we'll simply smash through this wall here," she nodded at the furthest wall. "We should be able to pop out somewhere eventually.".
"Sounds like a plan." he said walking away from the door. He had almost been looking forward to bashing a few of the guards heads. It would serve them right for their blind loyalty to the Olympians. They had fought alongside them in the war and what the Olympians believed did nothing to change that.
When he reached the wall he placed a blazing hand on it. He watched as the patch around his hand sizzled and desolved. He pulled his hand away and shook it to cool it down. It was effective but not effective enough under the time limit. He took a step back and gestured for Alex to give it a try.

When his hands had considerably cooled down he brought one of them to his necklace. "Daedalus, awaken" he muttered under his breath. Under his hand he could feel the tiny automoton jerking it's way from crescent moon shape. When the motion stopped he brought his hand away to allow the mechanical satyr to stand in his palm. The automaton wasn't perfect, even now Theo was counting the imperfections, but for now it had what he needed. He interrupted the series of clicks (a morse code feature Theo was especially proud of) with his request. "Daedalus, hammer." he said bringing his other hand beside the other. Daedalus gave a single beep to acknowledge the request and then opened up his chest cavity. Beside the gears and electrical wires rested a minuscule bronze hammer about the size of Theo's thumbnail. Daedalus grabbed it's handle before turning to throw it into Theo's other hand. Theo had to move his hand over a few inches to catch it and knocked daedalus of his hooves while he was at it. Note to self: improve daedalus's depth perception. "Thank you Daedalus. Now sleep." he muttered bringing his back up to his neck. When he felt daedalus tug against the chain, he pulled his hand away to focus on the hammer. Upon receiving his attention the hammer started to grow until it took two hands to support it's weight. He softly tapped the base on the ground before walking over to the wall. He restrained from hitting it strait away and instead stopped to listen for anything on the other side. It would do them no good to break the wall only to run into more guards. Sadly, all he could hear was the sounds of battle coming from behind him. "Hear anything on the other side?" he asked turning to the child of Athena. Surely his senses were finer than Theo's after theo had spent the last two years listening to hammers strike anvils.

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#2012-11-27 17:14:00, as written by Roku Mushabuki

Thaddeus was glad that Alec had chosen the smart move but he was drained from using the shroud in such a large amount so quickly. Usually it was not as hard but he had not used it much prior to this day. Erin was most likely focusing her magic on that mental image or holding the illusion, after all their powers were quite strenuous. He got up from where he was to begin stretching in various movements. When he was finished he practiced his dagger slashing and stabbing for a moment. He looked to Alec and then to Erin. "I'm going outside to keep watch."Then he moved out waiting to be the first to catch sight of Phoenix.

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#2012-11-27 17:28:16, as written by Nekohina

Scott finally arrived to the hill that Erin projected to him, he had no way of knowing if everyone was still there. After all, his progress had been slow after his escape, he had to make sure that he wasn't followed and was more than a little beat up.

" Yo guys, guess who," he called out before stepping into the fake hill he hadn't been entirely sure of how many people to expect inside. But he really wasn't expecting the group that was already inside. He nearly walked right into one of them, good thing he'd made the side step, his ribs would have screamed at the impact. He already knew his damage showed on his face, well at least the pain would.

"Well, well pretty unusual group we have here isn't it? I don't suppose anyone would be willing to patch up a broken rib or two will they, I ran into a cyclops on the way out and we had something of an argument." After that he blacked out a bit and just barely managed to get hold of his consciousness before falling. He wouldn't have been able to stand at all if it weren't for the wall he was lucky enough to have fall against.

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#2012-11-27 19:03:20, as written by Silverlight138

Phoenix Estrielle

Two of her skeletal warriors were down, only four left - traces of their existence disintegrated into smoky piles of grey ash. Phoenix had spent the past five minutes defending the entrance of the room, cutting down both demigods and creatures left and right. They all screamed bloody murder as they threw themselves relentlessly against the daughter of Hades; her unwavering determination fought back time and again. Her movements were swift, precise and accurate, conserving her energy for when it would be needed the most. Though of course, sheer willpower would soon be futile against hordes of enemies who were more than willing to capture and annihilate them. Taking a risk, Phoenix quickly glanced over her shoulder to check up on the boys. They darn well better not expect that her stamina was going to last forever.

"Earth to Alex and Theodore, are you guys done? I can't hold them back for the whole day you know," Phoenix said as she narrowly dodged a spear which embedded itself in the wall behind her, then deflected a sword with a flick of her wrist. Two more came down on her and she dodged them again, yet the third time wasn't as fortunate. A son of Ares had sliced her left arm, leaving a deep, bloody gash running all the way down to her wrist. With a cry, Phoenix staggered backwards, fury and pain blazing in her eyes as the blood dripped continuously on the cold marble floor. It was a burning pain that stunned her momentarily, weaving its way into her stomach as she tried to regain her balance. Uh oh. Not good.

"Defend," she ordered her underlings as she retreated back into the room, still clutching her wounded arm. The pain had slightly subsided now, leaving a lingering throbbing - but painful, nonetheless. Now the question was, to shadow-travel - or not? In her current state, the possibility of passing out for a few days after the usage of that particular ability of hers was ridiculously high. Not to mention, it would have to include Theodore and Alex as well, which only added to the strain. Yet, the hideout in which Erin had shown her was not very far. Not very far at all...

"How annoying," Phoenix muttered, narrowing her eyes in frustration. Her indecisiveness was driving her nuts, and she always had the same problem as to deciding whether to shadow-travel or not. That ability was useful, though its repercussions were not exactly desirable, to say the least. Unconsciousness, nausea, splitting headaches - what's there not to love?

"To hell with it," Phoenix marched straight up to Theodore, grabbed his wrist, then proceeded to do the same to Alex. "First-class ticket out of this shit hole, hold on to your faces, and you're welcome."

Phoenix tightened her grip around the two and closed her eyes, trying to breathe evenly. She imagined slipping into the shadows around them, feeling its embrace, engulfing them in a void of darkness. Then, she projected images of the hideout Erin had shown her, leaving not a single detail out, lest they should appear in an entirely different location than the desired one. The few seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity, then all of a sudden, the impression of being on a bullet train travelling at the speed of light could be felt - though much, much faster. They were going at such an impossible speed, that none could hardly keep their wits about. Instead, they let their bodies go limp to simply move forward with the flow. However, in the next instant, blinding light flashed in their eyes as they met with the sudden warmth and glare of the afternoon sun, the darkness slowly dissipating around them.

Upon arriving, Phoenix stumbled forward, gasping and spluttering. Her vision was hazy and blurred, and she could hardly see a few paces before her. Not to mention, her head was pounding with pain, which was only increased by the damage done to her arm. She could feel the strength slowly ebbing away from her limbs - and her entire body in general. It was not much of a surprise, really; Phoenix had braced herself for the impacts of shadow-travelling before actually executing it. Yet, feeling the actual thing was a different matter entirely.

Although in her weakened and utterly disorientated state, Phoenix could somehow make out the outline of a figure standing in front of the designated area for rendezvousing. He - she presumed, was... a few steps away? She could not tell. Putting one foot in front of the other, Phoenix stumbled her way forwards, squinting hard at the uncanny, familiar face of the person before her. A few seconds later, her mouth twitched into a weak grin.

"Thaddeus..." She breathed. "H-how about waking me up an hour or so?" With that, Phoenix collapsed right into the son of Thanatos.

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#2012-11-28 09:37:48, as written by Roku Mushabuki

Thaddeus certainly found Phoenix, as well as Scot, both in bad shape. She fell unconscious but he caught her before she could hit the floor. Before tending to Scott's wounds he carried her inside and laid her down, bundling up his jacket for her to use as a pillow. Without that jacket he was wearing an orange T-shirt, pants long socks, and sandals. He folded up his left jeans to reach inside a special pocket that he kept eight ounces of Ambrosia and a small pint of water. He gave two ounces of it to the boy, it would heal the ribs which would provide a serious problem if left unchecked. "We do what we have to Scott." He told him.

The child of death walked to the opposite side where he placed Phoenix and sat next to her. She had obviously over extended herself though he had done the same. The only difference was that his powers were stealthier, more morbid power. He killed when he could have chosen not to, without mercy, without wavering, it was a blessing but yet a curse. He took a small bit of Ambrosia to eat to gain some strength back. Putting the Ambrosia away he took out his daggers in exchange to sharpen them against each other. If any of their former misguided friends attempted to come near or even dare to harm them again he would use all his might to do what he was best at doing. What was born to do.

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#2012-11-29 00:31:21, as written by RacoonMoon()

Alex's response stopped Theo from bringing his hammer down on the wall. Had Alex only told him there was no one on the other side he would have whacked away until it came down but the extra information brought new thoughts with it. From what he knew about architecture, which was a lot, they placed rooms of similar purpose close to each other. He could only guess if the gods followed the same principle but assuming they did, those other rooms Alex noticed were other interrogation rooms. Those interrogation rooms could hold more falsely accused heroes like him and Alex. Maybe they-
"Earth to Alex and Theodore, are you guys done? I can't hold them back for the whole day you know," the girl's voice snapped Theo from his thoughts and he looked back to where she was fighting. His eyes widened as he saw the four skeletal warriors armed with wicked swords. He was about to rush and attack the undead just out of instinct when he realized they were fighting against the guards. Unless Hades wasn't as insane as the rest of the gods, these soldiers had been summoned by one of his children. He looked at the girl with a hint of fear but mostly newfound respect. Sadly he was still watching when a soldiers sword pierced her defense.
They won't be able to hold out forever he thought before hefting his hammer to his shoulder. Act now think later he thought. It was a strategy that had yet to fail him and as he used it now he hoped it wasn't about to change.
He was just about to make the first swing when Phoenix came from behind and grabbed his wrist. "First-class ticket out of this shit hole, hold on to your faces, and you're welcome."
"What do you-" Again Phoenix interrupted him in a way he never would have expected. The world went completely black but he could hardly comprehend that before he was speeding faster than a bullet. He felt every part of his body go limp and he had to struggle to keep enough his hammer from rocketing off into the void. It was scarier than any monster he'd ever fought and yet it was over as soon as it started. A bright light sliced through the black and blinded Theo for a considerable amount of time. Before his vision returned he could feel that he was out of the darkness and on a rocky floor. He lurched forward upon landing and greedily gulped in air. He felt as if he had ridden 100 roller coasters all at once and he couldn't stop himself from faintly moaning. He laid himself down against the rocky floor and waited for the sickness to subside. Every one of his limbs were numb and he had no idea if he still had his hammer. Heck, he hardly knew if he still had clothes on but he was too disoriented to care.

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