Name: Fawkes Raja Vann Asch

Genders: Shemale, Herm, Female

Occupations: Smith, Merchant, Captain

​Ages: 16-45

Bust: D 27

Height: 5' 7"

Eyes: Flaming Orange

Hair: Black

Personality: Fawkes can be somewhat rambunctious and unpredictable at times. She seems to run on a boundless source of energy and it takes a lot for her to get truly tired or frustrated. She cares quite a lot for her family and anyway that is lucky enough to get close to her. She is also quite the optimist. You'll see her smiling nine times out of ten even if she's doing back breaking or tedious work.

Bio: Fawkes? What a strange name. Well there once was a Phoenix named Fawkes in a story about a wizard with a scar on his forehead, just above his bespeckled face. This Fawkes is not in that realm. She was however, named just so; after a Phoenix . Her grandfather, the king of the land she was born into, at least at the time, had just such a Phoenix. These birds have many, many magical properties such as their feathers being imbued with power itself, their tears being a great healing agent. And their very souls, containing quite too much power. When Fawkes the girl was born, she was born with a very, very deadly illness. Her mother could not even see her, only days after she had birthed her. Doctors, healers, and Sages alike tried everything they could. Until one day the king graced the child and her parents watching from nearby, with his presence. And atop his shoulder, sat Fawkes the Phoenix. The mighty bird flew from its comfortable, padded perch, into the room where a healer was tending to the girl. At first he wept onto the child. But then, he pressed his warm, feathered face into the child's tiny chest. And then, the unthinkable happened. There was a massive explosion of flames, and burnt feathers. Yet no one. Especially not the child, was harmed. Where the childs small amount of hair had once been brilliant blossuming red, it had turned black as coal. Branded onto her tiny chest was an emblem of a rising Phoenix. Where her eyes had once been green, they were now a deep and bright orange. Not only that, but she was quite healthy as the healers soon found. From then on, she lived a normal life. And the childs parents appropriatly renamed her Fawkes, swapping it out with her now, middle name, Raja. 

Not so normal afterall I am afraid. The phoenix had granted Fawkes the ability to control and summon flames at her own will. To boot, she had an increased and more...lengthy lifespan and regenerative capabilities. She did not however, burst into flames and ash, and start over as an infant, if she was close to death. Though, she would not find out as she has never died before. Anyway. Fawkes grew up in the royal palace. While her parents gave her much freedom, they hoped for great things of her. Great, 'royal' things. Well Fawkes that that royalty was all just a big pain. Royal duties were the worst of it. From an early age she took particular interest in sword play. She would run around the palace with different wooden swords, or toy swords, and try to just, fight things and people until she actually got some friends to practice with. But then one day her mother took her to the silversmith while they were out shopping in the market. She was instantly intriqued and wanted to know how to make such elaborate pieces as the smith had. Just beyond that she got infinitly intrested in metal working. So when she was just eight she ran off, with some guards to escort her, to the royal blacksmith, and begged, and begged him to make her his apprentice. Eventually it worked, and she began not just lessons on how to work metal into weapons and armor, but proper lessons on how to defend herself. It was around this time she finally discovered her ability to produce and control fire. At first she only used it in her smithing when she was making small blades and armor pieces or just helping to properly heat her teachers work and forge. She found even from the start she had an immense reserve of power and energy and could control the levels of heat tremendously well. To her knowledge, and to everybody elses, there had never been an event quite like what had happened to her as an infant. So she also sought out other tutalege. The best she could find was a very, very skilled master mage whom was particular to fire spells. He also taught her how to use her aura to her advantage, how to see them and interrept them. As well as how to tap into the magical energies bestowed upon her not just by the Phoenix but by her blood. She was never very good at spellwork but she found solace in healing spells and gained yet another teacher, a healer.

At the same time her father started to try and groom her to rule in his place if he were to pass. Well, she didnt want any part of being a princess to be honest and at just thirteen years old she advised her dad that if he wanted a proper successor he would have to get her a brother or a sister. Or that his brother, her uncle, would take over, which she knew would strike a chord because he was somewhat of a militaristic tyrant and the family wanted anything, but that. And so nearly a year later Fawkes sister Phoebe was born. Years passed and by the time that Fawkes was seventeen she had become quite nearly, a master smith, not just making swords and armor, but guns and intricate metalworks for intricate machinery as well. She was even making her own money, enough that she could move out of the palace. But instead she waited until she had quite mastered her abilities, and sword play before leaving. This was when she was twenty. Only, she didnt just buy a house or estate in the upper district of the capital. No, Fawkes spent a year designing and helping to build her very own airship, as well as gathering a crew for it. This process actually took two years. She was nearly twenty three when she left home and her sister, was only just nearly eight. So she began to travel the world on her airship as both a merchant/trader, and a travelling smith.