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Brisngir has a minion!
Pheo the Firue
Pheo the Firue
Brisngir
Legacy Name: Brisngir
The
Reborn TigreanOwner: Skywiz
Age: 15 years, 6 months, 2 days
Born: September 17th, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 6 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: September 17th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 37
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 5
- Job: Unemployed
Bris was the son of a pyrotechnic maker, he was looking forward to learning his father's trade when he grew up, and worked hard to learn everything to the best of his abilities. Since he was old enough to work alongside his father, he had, packaging the colorful powder and chemicals together, and carefully setting the fuses; It wasn't until the day that the tax collectors came, said that they had to give the business, and their home, that his father snapped, said no one was going to take his home, his life away from him.
It wasn't his fault, he'd kept muttering, His son tied to a beam in the middle of the floor, fireworks scattered around him; he watched his father finish each one without help, and tie the fuses together before setting himself down in the corner, and lighting the fuse. Fire burned throughout their home, and the last words his father ever said were "They're so beautiful, let them be our end." But that fate was not meant to be, not for the young Brisngir, he was lucky, or that's what the fire fighters said...The fire had nearly consumed him, yet spared his life, His love for fireworks, even when they had almost destroyed him, made him into a living torch, firey markings singed his flesh, in the shape of a phoenix reborn. There was two downsides to this, however...One was that the fire and smoke, while they spared his life, singed his vocal chords to the point that he can no longer speak. The other...that his body is so warm and if not protected by anything, he lights things on fire without meaning to.
Time passed, and he was given to Sky to take care of, knowing that she had a way with troubled souls; his eyes told the sorrow, the distrust of people that he gained with the betrayal of his father, and that of the town that let the city take his home away. Months after Bris arrived at the home, a little Firue tapped on his window late one night. It was glowing like the morning sun, radiating the colors that he missed touching so much, that he opened the window for the creature, and found that it snuggled up onto his shoulder, and that unlike others, the bird felt the same temperature that he did. He tried several times to get the bird to fly away, even though he didn't want to lose his friend, and each time it would return. He gained a little control over his new found abilities, able to remove most of the restraints without worry of setting things alight, and while he's created many different types of fireworks on paper, he's never actually gotten the nerve back up to try to make them for himself again. The name of the bird became, by default, since Bris had no preference, Pheo.
It wasn't his fault, he'd kept muttering, His son tied to a beam in the middle of the floor, fireworks scattered around him; he watched his father finish each one without help, and tie the fuses together before setting himself down in the corner, and lighting the fuse. Fire burned throughout their home, and the last words his father ever said were "They're so beautiful, let them be our end." But that fate was not meant to be, not for the young Brisngir, he was lucky, or that's what the fire fighters said...The fire had nearly consumed him, yet spared his life, His love for fireworks, even when they had almost destroyed him, made him into a living torch, firey markings singed his flesh, in the shape of a phoenix reborn. There was two downsides to this, however...One was that the fire and smoke, while they spared his life, singed his vocal chords to the point that he can no longer speak. The other...that his body is so warm and if not protected by anything, he lights things on fire without meaning to.
Time passed, and he was given to Sky to take care of, knowing that she had a way with troubled souls; his eyes told the sorrow, the distrust of people that he gained with the betrayal of his father, and that of the town that let the city take his home away. Months after Bris arrived at the home, a little Firue tapped on his window late one night. It was glowing like the morning sun, radiating the colors that he missed touching so much, that he opened the window for the creature, and found that it snuggled up onto his shoulder, and that unlike others, the bird felt the same temperature that he did. He tried several times to get the bird to fly away, even though he didn't want to lose his friend, and each time it would return. He gained a little control over his new found abilities, able to remove most of the restraints without worry of setting things alight, and while he's created many different types of fireworks on paper, he's never actually gotten the nerve back up to try to make them for himself again. The name of the bird became, by default, since Bris had no preference, Pheo.