Pheobe-Ann "Fire Spirit"

[Phoebe-Ann]

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Name::Phoebe-Ann
Alias::Fire Spirit
Age::29
Job/Position::Firedancer
Location::Traveling with the Strolling Players.

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Appearance:: Phoebe has a very distinct look to her. She’s not one of those faces that just blend into the crowd. In a way it has both helped and hindered her.

Standing at a mere five feet, two inches, she is easily the shortest person in her family. She’s gotten use to it though it still annoys her, and she still denies it by way of heels. Most of insignificant height is made up of her legs. Phoebe has a slender- though muscular- frame, weighing in at only 110-115 pounds. Though she is strong, she relies more on her grace, speed, and flexibility in a fight. Her build makes her seem younger than she actually is, especially when she has her hair down. Freckles spread across her nose, just adding to her young look. They don’t always show up because of her tan. Even during the winter her skin has a bronzed look. Her skin absorbs sunlight the way plants absorb sun, or a sponge absorbs water.

During the beginning and ending of winter, Phoebe’s hair is brown. In the middle of the season it is even considered dark brown. But when spring rolls around her hair quickly lightens to blonde. There are still darker brown highlights, however. It’s almost always loose, the only times she pulls it back is when she’s cooking, and sometimes when she’s dancing. The ends of her hair are sometimes singed after an act. She may be good, but she still burns her hair on the rare (all right, not so rare) occasion. The eyes beneath the hair are dark brown, framed by equally dark lashes. You can usually read her emotions through her eyes.

Usually, Phoebe can be found wearing the brightly colored clothes typical of the strolling players. When she’s performing she usually ends up in red, though. She’s always trying a new style of dressing; the one thing that remains consistent is her love of jewelry. She owns more earrings than most people can count, and necklaces and bracelets aren’t exactly foreign to her either.


Distinguishing Features::A birthmark on the back of her right shoulder that looks like a phoenix rising into flight. And a burn scar on the back of her right calf from a performance where the fire got away from her.

Personality::
Extrovert - Phoebe has a very extroverted personality. She’s always in the middle of everything. It comes out during performances especially. She’s not afraid to be the center of attention, even craves it on occasion. But she’s also not afraid to blend into the crowd. Not that she usually does, only when its convenient for her.


Spontaneous- Phoebe never thinks “oh, what will happen later?” She’s more of a live in the moment kind of person. She’s not against just packing up one day and going away for a month. This has grown out a slight fear of commitment. It’s not really a fear per say, it just makes her uncomfortable. This has actually improved her fire dancing. She doesn’t worry about what she’ll do next, so she never gets stressed about her next move.

Leader- Phoebe is a leader, that’s just the way it is with her. Not that she can’t follow orders, or do what someone asked her to. But she’s not going to fall behind whoever is in power and in control. She’ll listen to anyone who has good advice, but will ignore those who do not. Not that she always knows the difference between the two. She may not take good advice, or may take bad advice. If she’s passionate about something she won’t listen to anyone. This has always brought out a very stubborn part of her personality.

Curious- Phoebe may not be on the fast track to Einstein-dom, but she has done pretty well for herself. She’s always been curious about the world and the life on it. Unfortunately, Phoebe doesn’t like learning from someone. She’s more of a figure-it-out-herself kind of person through trial and error. She has a very scientific mind, though she still makes her decisions based on emotion, rather than fact.

Love- Even with the way she’s been treated by guys in the past, Phoebe is still one of those girls. She still believes in fairytale love, that the perfect guy will show up and carry her off to a better life. To sum it all up, she’s a hopeless romantic at heart. Love isn’t just something she believes in, it’s also a big part of who she is. Phoebe is one of those fortunate few who were born with the ability to love completely. It may be a burden at times, and it has gotten her hurt, but it’s mostly a blessing to everyone involved.

Vulnerable- Phoebe is usually read as a very vulnerable person. She’s not quite as vulnerable as people seem to think. She guards her thoughts well; it’s hard to read her unless you know to look in her eyes. She does have a look of innocence about her, which only adds to the vulnerable feeling. She’s learned to use it to her advantage. No one expects the vulnerable little girl until it’s too late.

Fire Dancer- One of the things Phoebe prides herself on most is her dancing. She was taught the art by a dancer just before he passed. He didn’t withhold anything. People watching her act say that it seems as if the fire speaks to her and her to it. And in a way, it does. She’s become very good at what she does.

Loyal- Phoebe’s a good friend to those who get close to her. Loyalty is one of her strongest traits. She’d do anything for a friend, but when she gets angry-which is often- most of her friends know where to be. Somewhere else. She has a very fiery temper, and can lash out bad. Still, that hasn’t affected her trustworthiness at all.

Proud- Phoebe is very proud. She thinks highly of herself, even when it isn’t deserved. She loves being complemented, and works on every skill she has until they’re complement worthy. It’s driven her to be very competitive, and she’s not a stranger to overdoing it.


Strengths::
Firedancing
Her singing voice
Her loyalty
Curiosity
Her looks (to a point)
Her smile

Weaknesses::
Pride
Slight anger issues
Her emotions can be read in her eyes. Always
She can’t ride a horse worth anything
She takes bad advice. A lot.
Gives everyone a second chance. And a third. And a fourth. And a … well, you get the point.

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Companions::

She doesn’t have many, not that she would call friends anyway. Of course, she’s friends with most of the strolling players. And gets along fine with most of the peasants, but she hasn’t really been in the area long enough to make any real relationships.
History::
Phoebe has not lived in the area for long. She came here almost 2 years ago from another kingdom far to the south. You wouldn’t guess it by looking at her, but she has royal blood flowing through her veins. Unfortunately her family was torn apart 13 years ago. Her father was not well liked by his people. Or most of the nearby people. Or his family. He was a very cruel man for sure. As far as she knows, everyone in her family is dead, but that’s not exactly true. Her older brother, Jacob, is alive as well. He knows she isn’t dead, and has been searching for her.

She moved around a lot for 11 years. She went from city to city, village to village. It was during this traveling that she learned her craft. An old fire dancer- one of the best there ever was- taught her everything he knew just before he died. She was 18 at the time, and has been dancing ever since.

Then Phoebe stopped at Ombra. She danced there for a while, even danced for the Milksop a few times when he was in power. Eventually she began to travel with the strolling players and has been with them ever since. There are still times she leaves- usually unannounced- and travels to other villages, just for a change. But as she gets more and more settled in with the players the fewer times she travels. She’s not really sure she will again.

Phoebe doesn’t really talk about her past that much. Not that it’s full of bad memories or something, but she’d much rather live in the moment, not the past.


RP example::
((I hope it's ok that it's from another site. If not I can write a new one.))Katharine sat in the tallest tree she had been able to find. Her posture was casual. She rested against the trunk of the tree, one hand lying on her lap, the other clasped loosely around the branch above her. She was actually balanced between two branches, her legs folded in front of her. Her left hand held a Sprite, the metal cold against her fingertips. It was almost empty, partially because she had thought the tree wanted some soda, and partially because she had dropped it. Kitty swirled the contents of the can before bringing it to her lips. Only a few seconds later it was empty. She crushed the weak aluminum against the tree and threw it into the bag hanging from a branch next to her. Five more cans were lying on the grass beneath her but she didn’t get one quite yet.

Her back was against the trunk, and she faced out to the mountains. Her vivid green eyes reflected the snow capped peaks, but she wasn’t looking at them. She wasn’t looking at anything actually. Katharine had been spaced out since before her classes had even started. Between her third and fourth classes, she was sick of it, and simply left. She hadn’t gone back to the dorms; her books were still in the bag next to her. Instead she had stopped to get some soda, and had come out here. Actually, she would have preferred vitamin water. Vitamin water was, after all, the shiznit. But she had settled on Sprite instead.

There was no wind, the only motion in the woods being the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Even the leaves on the trees were still. It frustrated her a little. Katharine twirled the finger on her right hand slowly, causing the leaves to stir around her and her hair to catch up in the sudden breeze. She smirked, letting the leaves fall again. The leaves fell back into place even as she pulled a soda up towards her.

As she popped open the can, Katharine sighed. It was still now, even the birds weren’t singing. It was the calm before the storm. Kitty could see the thunder clouds gathering around the mountain tops and coming closer every moment. Any time now she knew the wind would start up, teasing the ends of her hair. And with the wind would come the rain. She couldn’t wait. Of course, Kitty liked the calm of the woods. Without everyone’s emotions getting mixed in with her own. She liked being a mutant, but she hated being an empath. She never knew if she was the depressed one, or if it was the girl two desks over who could walk through walls. But storms? They made everything better.

She took another sip out of her new Sprite, letting the liquid drip down the back of her throat. She kind of wished she had cookies or something to go with it. Yeah, Oreos would go good with her sprite. Or maybe a Hershey bar.

Kitty readjusted herself on the branch before settling back against the trunk. Branches pretty much surrounded her. She was pretty sure that no one would be able to see her from the ground if it wasn’t for her bright pink hair. But that always seemed to be a dead giveaway. She considered tucking it into her hood, but then reminded herself that she wasn’t trying to hide from anything.

[``roxane]

Beautifully done.
Accepted.