Elias Fawkes


Elias a piqué sur de la viande pendant qu'il regardait le soleil se lever. Il dormait à peine... encore une fois. Ses pensées semblaient perdues en ouvrant la porte et en allant là où il gardait ses chevaux et sa mule. Il en gardait deux comme s'il s'inquiétait que quelque chose arriverait au grand étalon appelé ombre. Le cheval était plus susceptible de blesser quelqu'un ou quelque chose avec une mauvaise intention puis se faire tuer. Elias a préparé le cheval avec des règnes simples et une simple selle bien utilisée. Il pressa alors doucement le cheval de sortir pour qu'il puisse commencer sa journée.
Elias est monté assez tôt dans un haut un cheval si sombre un rouge il était fondamentalement noir. Il a démonté le saloon de Malcolm et s'est caché silencieusement à l'intérieur de ses yeux à l'ombre de son chapeau noir. Il a trouvé une table vers le dos et s'y est installé pour attendre. Tandis que les gens se réunissaient, ils ont commencé à parler et à parler, ils l'ont fait. Sa tête s'inclina devant la rumeur étrange de la vache. Quelque chose avait tué une vache et laissé aucune trace. Son front élevé comme les différents mécènes a ajouté différentes touches différentes à l'histoire. Elias a toujours trouvé cette partie intéressante. Les gens ajoutent leurs propres touches pour rendre l'histoire plus effrayante ou mystérieuse. Bien que les parties qui semblaient vraies étaient les parties qui avaient sa peau rampante. Il démangeait à son bras... il allait bientôt se mouvoir et c'était toujours irritant.
Alors qu'il démangeait, il se tenait debout et reculait rapidement en montant le grand cheval et se dirigeait vers la Maison des Anges. Ou comme il aimait y penser, sa deuxième maison. Il a installé le cheval et a fait son chemin tranquillement à l'intérieur. Il n'aimait pas ce qu'il entendait et il n'aimait pas l'idée de laisser ses filles sans protection aujourd'hui. Il s'installe dans une chaise près de la porte et attend les activités du jour pour commencer. Scratching à son bras et laisser ses yeux ambrés briller comme le sien.
Elias Fawkes


Age:23?
Elias fawkes stands at 6 feet exactly with a rather medium build. His skin has a olive tone with freckles dotting him here and there and a few scars on his upper body. Some more nasty looking then others, but they are all faded and none are raised. He walks with a sure pace and steps that are lengthened but never heavy. His eyes are pools of deep amber with blue toned whites and grey rimming the iris. His stare is said to be like a bird of prey. Piercing and intimidating when they need to be yet they also seem to hold unending knowledge of someone who's lived a long time. His hair is the most interesting part about his appearance. Jet black streaked with reds of copper and cut so that some hair falls forward occasionally covering one eye. He dresses in black and deep reds. His clothing usually hand made and of very high quality thanks to his family having knowledge in both leather working and sewing. 
Occupation: Owner of the House of Angels
Personality:
Elias is much like the winds. Calm and often soothing, but when he is pushed or one of his girls is threatened then he becomes harsher. Like a tornado his anger becomes deadly. Of course he's more then just completely calm or completely angry. He has a sarcastic side to him, but also a mysterious air to him. He often like to let people talk to him to get as much information from them as he can. So when his sarcastic side comes out it can take people off guard from the quite nature and the calmness. Those who know him very well get to see his full self. The man who can joke around and tease....he currently does not have anyone that close to him.
History:
The history he tells is that of a wanderer. Born to a nice enough family, the only son of 5 children, his mother a seamstress and his father a leather worker. He decided to leave and forge his own destiny at the young age of 14 and came across Job. Not much too it and yet, there seems to be a lot left out. That mysterious air he seems to have hanging around him always seems to hint at more. A history not so simple...perhaps he was an outlaw? Maybe he did something? it is not known.
Upon his first arrival he was regarded with suspicion. After all, he isn't quite the most extroverted person and he does have that mysterious air to him. He managed to keep to himself and start up the cat house at 16. It was a young age to do such a thing, but he seemed to know what he was doing. At the age of 17 he realized that he couldn't be the front face for the cat house and hired the madam. This made it so the house had a madam as the woman to train the girls and run that side of things while he would fund them. He still checks up on things and makes sure the girls are treated well and everything is running smoothly.
From there he quickly began the reputation of an honorable man that had a harsh side if his girls were treated poorly. He treats his girls like gold, often sewing any tears in their clothes or on occasion making them new clothing. An odd way of acting for a man, but he actually enjoys sewing and doesn't care what others think on that aspect. He has managed to keep his true nature a secret. As of yet, he is considered a normal being. But, likely a few of the supernaturals have a suspicion that he isn't exactly what he seems.
The truth of his past is that he isn't quite lying that is his current life. The fact of the matter is that he has lived many lives and has had many names. He remembers every one and a few are the reasons he has a hard time sleeping at night. He does not speak about them and he does not get too involved with even other supernaturals. How can he when he could be killed repeatedly? When pieces of him could be used for so many things and those he cares for could be used against him. He refuses to have it happen again and that is why he choose to go to Job. He was less likely to be killed by say a werewolf then a human who figures out what he is.

Elias is a phoenix and as such is a tad unique. Being a phoenix means every time he is reincarnated he remembers that previous life and often he looks almost the same except for some details. Unless killed with iron he doesn't seem to die. Being hung seems to knock him out, but being shot does nothing. He also does not seem to age at the same rate as humans or even other supernaturals. It is not known how long this life has lasted him, but he does not seem to be counting anymore.
Racial abilities:
-Fire: he is capable of controlling and creating fire. The more powerful the fire the more drained he is since this is his own internal fire. He also has to be careful since using this too often could give him away.
-Changing shape: He has a form of the phoenix and does not transform into it that often. He considers it his true form and when he can he does fully turn to feel more...himself. He is capable of having just his wings out, but he prefers going all out.
-Heat resistant: Fire does not harm him, but he is more warm to the touch then a normal being. In the winter he often still dresses the same. The downside is freezing temperatures will harm him quicker and more then a regular being.
-Healing: He can heal at a faster rate then a human, but not to the extent of a vampire or werewolf. Being permanently killed means ash pile. Being shot seems to hurt and he does bleed, but he does not die. Being hung results in knocking him out into a coma like state for up to 3 days...this leaves him vulnerable.
Weaknesses:
-Iron: He cannot seem to hold iron, escape iron shackles, or heal from an injury dealt by iron.
-Ash: If he is permanently killed his body will become a pile of ash. It isn't known just yet how to permanently kill a phoenix...(It takes a spell and iron) this ash can then be used for many magical things.
-His body: By this I mean his phoenix form. Pretty much all parts of a phoenix can be used for many magical spells from healing to killing he is valuable to many a race. Though, he does molt like any other bird so should someone with the know how find out and not try to kill him or even form a friendship he might become willing to give up those feathers. (He usually burns them...its complicated since the feathers are usually fire resistant)
"True" self (aka Phoenix form)

-The size is comparable to the peacock. A wingspan of 6 ft and weight around 13 pounds. Height is 4 feet. His is around 3 feet long from beak to tail.
-His beak is comparable to a vulture/condor. Able to tear meat off bone quickly.
-His talons are razor sharp and jet black with a grip of an eagle. Basically, this form is the perfect combination of a condor and a raptor. Making for quite the meat eating combination.
-He is only on fire when he wants to be

Mystery and Hand
Personal Card: 1
Cards in hand:V- The Hierophant
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