[vahni]

[jackaleigh]

Vahni
The Secret Side of Me Fire Phoenix
‘I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must admit that I feel like a monster’
Monster- Skillet


This boy is too dark to be debonair. Too intimidating to attract even the girls who like bad boys. He always has a mean look about him... but truth be told, he really just wants to be normal. His silence isn’t meant to be frightening, he just simply doesn’t know how to interact with others. Being socially awkward combined with his rather imposing figure leads this Fire to be a loner, though as much as he loves Jackaleigh, he does yearn to have more friends. He just lacks the experience and know-how. He is fiercely protective of Jackaleigh, who is probably one of his only friends, if only because he is mentally connected and knows this big brute is really just a shy guy. One problem he does need to work on is his violent temper. It is not hair-trigger, but a slow-burning rage that writhes in his core, like a sleepy volcano whose wrath is awakening. He tries to hold this aggression back, but sometimes his lesser self slips every once in awhile and he goes on a rampage. He barely remembers what he does while doing so, which only makes him twice as reclusive and remorseful afterwards. He is normally very quiet, but when he does make noise, his song is deep, powerful, and on several occasions, adorably gruff when embarrassed.

The Fire’s appearance certainly doesn’t help his case any. He is freakishly large for not only a Fire, but a Phoenix in general, landing on Jackaleigh’s shoulder not really an option for him anymore. Like all Fires, his plumage burns and crackles with living flames. They burn bright and hot, though Jackaleigh doesn’t have to worry about their bite, of course. They flicker the brightest yellows and oranges, blue or even white not uncommon to spring up every other minute or so. But even still he seems dark, a layer of coal black feathers beneath the licking flames. People who aren’t protected from him by a Bond can barely get close to him without feeling the heat. His wickedly curved claws and beak are deep onyx, his fierce looking face serving as a furnace to house the burning flames of his crimson eyes. But all he wants is a hug. Really.