Long ago in feudal japan a mythical creature lived in harmony with it's people. The legendary phoenix gave inspiration and good fortune to it's people. one day the king begged the phoenix to lend its strength in protecting it's warriors from marauding bandits. unable to refuse him, the phoenix agreed. Sheltering them even with his own body. Too many wounds allowed the creature to be able to heal. It burst into holy flames the warriors looked on in horror as their icon disappeared in front of them. when only ashes remained a young warrior caught a glimpse of something shiny within. There within the ashes lay a large ornate egg. Swirls of gold and enlayed with jewels the egg was treasured and protected within the emperors palace, handed down throughout the generations.


The story became a myth, and it was handled along with the other jewels and antiques of it's culture. the egg now resides within the worlds largest museum, a part of a special exhibit so others may view of it's beauty.

Nick Name: Ash
age: really really old....
Personality: Ash is passionate and full of fire. He can be very stubborn, but he tends to serve others. He loves to experience new things especially food. The death and pain of those he cares for truly brings him sorrow. He is a skilled warrior and wielder of flames.

Name: Scott Trismay (Codename: Hail)
age: 21
Personality: curt, quiet, and some would say mean, if they didn't know any better, Scott has been alone with his little sister for years. It all started with his mom leaving when he was 13, his father became abusive, alcoholic and rarely went to work. Because of that, Scott began to get things needed for him and his sister, Noel(Pronounced No-well) by stealing. He learned more and more of his skills, and when he was more than sure he would be able to take care of his sister and him by himself(and he was sick of taking the beatings) he and Noel ditched their town and ran far, far away. In the daytime he works at a flower shop, but at night he works as a freelance thief; Hail


Name: Noel Trismay
Age: 16
Personality: Cheery, motherly, clumsy, sweet.

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Scott Trismay, or right now Hail, had cursed to himself as he dodged through infrared lasers and hugged against the wall, hiding in blindspots from the cameras for the second time tonight, this time, fortunately he was going towards the exit.

As he successfully made his way out of the museum with the golden egg tucked into his sweatshirt, he was careful with it, even though it cost him 4 months of frustrating planning where he could have been taking smaller jobs so he could buy more back to school clothes for Noel, but this was a big one; with this, he could secure a college fund for his sister.

Hail snuck into his house and plopped onto his bed, placing the thing on his lap.

"What are you made of..?" he grumbled curiously. It didn't feel like normal gold, it was warmer than he was...was it because it was under his sweatshirt? In a moment of stupidity, he brought the warm egg to his cold face and nuzzled it gently, enjoying the egg-like object warming his cheeks and nose.

(Awesome first post!)

He wafted in an endless sleep, he didn't dream, but sometimes feelings or even smells would come into his dormant mind. The ocean, desert sun.... over the last century he had begun to stir. the healing and regeneration had finished, it would just take a bit of warmth to help him crack.

The cold air of the museum did not provide for a good hatching ground, little did he know where he was of course, but suddenly that night, he began to feel warmer. He began to heat up himself, the hatching process finally beggining. there was a slightly warmer spot on one of the sides of the egg. At long last there was the first crack, his mind began to slowly cast off his slumber for good. another crack and a small piece of shell fell to the floor.

Scott appreciated the heat it brought, it was like a tiny heater...well, it was kind of regal, maybe it should be a tiny sun instead. He was about to pull away when he heard a 'crack' and instead dropped it onto his lap.

"W-what?! No no no!"

Was it cracking?! It can't crack! He needed to sell this!!

Not thinking as logically as he should have been, he took the blanket at the foot of his bed and wrapped it around the egg-like object, hoping that it'd work as some sort of band-aid. How the hell could he still feel the heat through the blanket?!

the cracks grew larger and more shell began to break apart. He pecked at the cracks with his beak, helping it go along. finally with one last crack, the egg fell apart.

He slowly lifted his wings and shook them, extending them out. He glowed his inner fire an nature lighting like a small warm lamp. He was a beautiful bird of golds, reds and yellows, all the colors of flames. Decorative feathers like a peacocks graced his tail and head. his feathers shimmered almost metallic looking, but softer than even goose down.

He gave a little chirp, his voice more melodious than any song bird, and shook his head.

Finally reborn he turned to look at his new surroundings.

(hmm to go to bed now or do one more post..... OOO just got an idea for when to transform him into a human.... *smerk*)

That blanket didn't help at all. Of course.

In fact, now that it hatched it sort of looked like he had made a little nest out of the blanket and his lap for the little guy. The first thing that registered about the foreign object in his lap was that it was alive, and it was beautiful, he'd never seen anything so vivid and beautiful like this bird...and he'd taken Noel to a lot of zoos in his lifetime.

But unfortunately he'd never bothered to read the animal information cards like his smaller sister did. Were birds naturally friendly? Tentatively, he brought a hand out to stroke the soft looking feathers atop its head.
((O_O Oooh? Do tell!! :3 ))

((so when they go to bed that night the bird joins him for warmth and then wakes up in his arms naked! mwahaha brilliant!))

Looking up he saw a young man looking over him. It must have been his warmth that finally started the hatching. tentatively the man reached out to pet his head.

He chirped at him and pushed his head against his hand. Kinda like a cat demanding to be petted. He loved the warmth the young mans hand generated along he feathers. He cooed happily ruffling his feathers. Generally when he first hatched he tended to form a bond with the one nearby. Perhaps it was because he was a bird. some birds automatically linked the first thing they saw as their mother as they hatched.

For him it was more dependent upon the variables.

((omgyes!! X3))

Scott couldn't help but smile at the needy little bird. It was kind of adorable...and possibly still valuable? He continued to pet it as he weighed his options. Either he had a bird that was worth just as much as the egg, or no one would buy him, and he'd gain a new bill for bird feed every month. Not to mention he'd have to buy a cage, and those chewy wooden things they like to gnaw on...

...Why was he even thinking of this? He was gonna sell the bird no matter what. Simple as that.

A yawn broke him from his thoughts. He was exhausted, and he had a good reason to be so. "Bed time little guy...Um..where should I put you?" He asked the bird, as if it'd respond. Scott placed the makeshift nest onto the bed and then began to strip as he looked through his drawer for a pair of PJ pants.

HE squawked a little as he was suddenly moved onto the bed, But he calmed down when he was put down. glancing around he caught site of the boy, and well. He suddenly got a little hotter as he realized he was undressing. He quickly averted his eyes, and yet couldn't keep himself from peeking. He waited for the boy to finish realizing that he must be getting ready for bed. Although he had just waking up from several centuries of napping, he did feel a bit tired. Perhaps a nap would be good. He settled down into his makeshift nest on the bed, relaxing.

After he slipped on his PJ pants, Scott slipped under his blanket, careful not to move his legs so he doesn't kick the nest.

"Hm, it may be safer if I put you up here.." He mumbled, picking up the nest and putting it on his pillow, cuddling close to his head and the nest could share the pillow. This way, he could keep an eye on the little guy and had less a chance of kicking him.

"Goodnight...weird birdy thing." he grumbled, closing his eyes and getting comfy.

((And goodnight to you, I'mma go sleepies now. XD))

(I think I will head to bed too later!)

He felt comforted by the mans presence. Soon he felt himself drifting off, he turned toward the source of heat instinctively as he slept he made his way over to the boy's chest cuddling up against him.
He felt warm and safe next to him. the magic flowed as he slept, changing as his body regained more of it's power, it also gained it's human form. He unconsciously put a now human arm around the other boy, reaching for his body heat even as he dreamed.

The first thing that Scott recognized in the morning was that he was warm. Really, really warm. It seemed to heat his skin and seep through to the core of his being, making him feel an odd sort of happiness. Maybe the correct word was giddy? It was the type of happiness you have when you're a child, and you were so happy you don't think anything could ever go wrong.

Unfortunately it was short lived, since the second thing he realized was his arms were wrapped around a body. A male one.

His eyes snapped open and he pulled his face off of the warm hair it had been nuzzled into, took in the situation, and screamed.

(rofl!!! Ah I've missed you....)

AS he slept he felt his body slowly regaining strength. As each of his limbs grew less feeble, the also...changed. From bird to boy, hos body shifted in form.

A phoenix was most happy with a master to serve. Perhaps this other would be kind to him. A Phoenix would also not stand for any kind of cage, master or not. AS arms wrapped around him, sometime in the night, he felt a bond start. He thrilled at the chance of serving once again, his inner flame growing warmer at the thought and joy.

his skin now no longer covered in feathers, was almost as soft and smooth. He dreamt on happily, dreams of flying and of happy memories. he was floating in the sky, the sun burning brightly overhead, when he heard a yell, bruptly he fell from the sky, his wings no longer responding.

his eyes flickered open, his arms flailing, trying to flap and take to flight he managed up on the floor with a bonked head....
"ow" He more squawked then said as he woozily gazed around him.