Simeon+Ash

Date this form was created: 9/28/12 Full name of Character: Simeon Ash Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: Simeon is inspired by a character from //Misfits// named Simon who hides among people in plain sight, it is also the first name of an inventor who developed interchangeable gun parts in the 18th century Race: He is kind of his own race, as he is the only Phoenix in all existence. Occupation/class: None that he knows of (Until he finds out he is the guardian of the South) Social class: Able to buy whatever he would ever want, but he appears to be a poor traveler. **Physical Appearance:** Age: 9,997 How old they appear: It is almost impossible to tell how old he is. He appears both young and ancient at the same time. Eye Color: They appear to flicker like flames upon a hearth. Hair color length and style: His hair is a short brown color speckled with black. Weight and height: Around 5’11”-6’ It seems to change, and he is a proportionate 165-185 Type of body: Broad shoulders, tall, muscular, not thin Skin tone and type: A light crispy burnt brown Shape of face: Oblong Predominant feature: His eyes seem immeasurable in wisdom, kindness, and pain **Favorites:** Char’s favorite color: Reds and oranges Food: All food is worth a try Literature: He reads all that he can fine Mode of transport: Walking, When he remembers, flying Hobbies: Fighting, poetry, reading, smithing, hunting, hawking, etc. **Personality:** Are they a daredevil or cautious: He will do anything, due to the fact that he cannot die Do they act the same alone as when with someone? No, when alone he is truly enlightened of the world, when with others aside from the guardians he is sort of withheld from his potential. Habits: Examining what he can Drinks: Just about anything, poisoned or not How much: As much as he likes, the drink seems to have little effect on him Greatest Strength: Knowledge, and all styles of fighting Greatest Weakness: Inability to accept the death of his people Soft spot: Mortals Biggest Vulnerability: When he dies he will not resurrect for a period of time **Background:** Hometown: Phirumsol Type of childhood: He was not born First Memory: Awaking in a meadow, and the creation Education: All forms of education imagined Religion: None Finances: More than enough money to accomplish anything **Family:** Siblings, How many, relationship with each: If he has siblings they would be the guardians Other extended family: the entire Homo Sapyros Race Attitude: Realist Most at ease when: Alone or with the Guardians Most ill at ease when: In the middle of a war Priorities: The survival of people Philosophies: All philosophies How they feel about themselves: Worried as he knows not who he was, only who he is Past failure they would be embarrassed to admit: Not knowing himself If granted one wish what would it be, why? Memory, so he could learn whom he was **Traits:** Optimist or pessimist? Why? Realist Introvert or extrovert? Why? Both, he is fine with talking to others, as well as being by himself Drives and motives: Remembering, and understanding the world Talents: He’s pretty talented at everything Extremely skilled at: Just about everything Extremely unskilled at: Thinking himself important Good characteristics: Brave, strong, daring, intelligent, handsome, etc. Character flaws: Is responsible for the death of all humans in Phirumsol Biggest regret: Not being able to stop Vulcan’s Forge Minor regrets: None, there is nothing which he regrets aside from not doing his duty Biggest accomplishment: Being the guardian of the South Minor accomplishments: Traveling the world thousands of times, knowing all languages **Self-perception:** One word they would use to describe themselves: Enigma One paragraph of how they would describe themselves: It is necessary to understand the past to understand the future. I do not know all of my past, for I assume what has passed in my past is more than my meager 10,000 years. What do they consider their best physical characteristic and why: He finds nothing about him irregular How they think others preserve them: A weak stupid beggar What four things would they most like to change about themselves: Memory, disgrace, death, and sadness If they were changed would they be the same person, why/why not: Yes, he knows who he is now **Interaction with other people:** How do they relate to others: He only relates to the immortal How are they perceived by strangers: Unknowable Friends: Few and far between, the immortals, and few mortals Wife/husband/lover: Many, he has loved many throughout time **Goals:** Immediate: To save the world Long term: to remember How do they plan to accomplish them: No clue How will others be effected by this: There will be justice in the South **Problems/Crisis:** How do they react in a crisis: Calm and collected, he has a plan before he even needs one How do they face problems: Head on, or evasively depending on the problem Kind of problems they usually run into: Pricks trying to fight him How they react to new problems: Education How they react to change: Accepting it at every turn **General:** Favorite clothing, why: Whatever is on his back is what he likes to wear Drives: Tetravier Where do they live: Everywhere Where do they want to live: Everywhere Spending habits, why: Will by whatever he wants, when he wants it What do they do too much of, why: Travel and speak Most prized possession, why: Nothing Person they are most influenced by, why: Cho, and Acasius, they understand him
 * The Questions**


 * A Few Inspirational Pictures Behind Simeon:**

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As for the existence of Simeon Ash, it is a questionable thing. He is an enigma, older than most things living or dead. He has seen empires fall, and risen them up. It is whispered that he could destroy a civilization with a flick of his wrists, and could destroy one with his wits, and the change in his pockets. It is a dark tale that he lives. He does not know who he was, nor does he know the reason for why he is what he is, older than time, greater than time even. He does not age, and he does not die. No man knows why. Not even he. In nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety seven years, he has walked Tetravier in search of his memories, and a home. As far as he has experienced he is most like the species of people known as the Homo Sapyros. He feels no heat, and no energy from fire, but unlike the people of Vulcan’s Forge, he cannot manipulate magic. Perhaps it is a block from his loss of memory, but he has accounted for this with his own system of fighting. He is a master of all styles of fighting, as when one lives for ten eons, they tend to study several things. Speaking of studying, Simeon has over these many years studied all histories, and lived through most of them. He is a walking encyclopedia.
 * Simeon's Backstory, a Few Facts:**

What Simeon does not know though is that he is not ten thousand years old, but in fact he is older than existence. He is existence. He is the Phoenix, forced to forget his past by a pupil who cursed the Guardian with his very last breath.

When Simeon woke up he had been sleeping under a willow tree, the sun was blotted out by dark clouds that drizzled lightly on the thirsty earth. He had been soaked to the bone. He remembered two things. //My name is Simeon Ash//, and //I was cursed.// That was all. He was a blank slate. Everything he had before was gone, and now there was a willow tree that stood above him, crying. He sat up and saw that he was in a clear meadow, made of beautiful flowers, tall grasses, and one willow tree. On the edge of the meadow stood a thick line of heavy deciduous trees. The forest before him was so dense that he could see but a few feet past the tree line before his sight was obscured.
 * What Will Be Some of Simeon's Story:**

He stood and walked to the center of the meadow, where the heart of the great willow was. When he reached the trunk he noticed a large hollow. About the height of a man's forearm and the length of a hand. He peered inside the willow and saw a note. Plucking the note from inside the tree, Simeon sat against the trunk and looked at it. After a moment of pause he realized that he couldn't understand any of the writings. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. He had no memory of anything at all, and this note had appeared to him raising even more questions. Looking down at his hands, he examined no scars, but a resilient olive skin that had been tanned by the sun. Then, he looked up to the skyline to examine a bright tower in the distance, far beyond the density of the trees. It was clearly days away, and the apparentness of it showed how large the tower must have been to be seen from so far away. In fact, there were many towers that were just barely visible from his little meadow.

Standing once again, Simeon examined the various flowers of the field. Golden hews muddled with purples and oranges and reds. Blue flowers dappled in between the distances like the stars break apart the dark night sky. A yellow huddle of flowers attracted buzzing bees, and colorful hummingbirds. A pale shimmer shined off of a high branch in the willow, revealing an opaque spider web with a dark black spider on it. The scamper of squirrels and badgers, and all other creatures disrupted the tranquility of the field. Occasionally though, Simeon would see the patchy scales of a snake. There was much life in the field, but where there is life there was also danger. Simeon carefully moved to the edge of the meadow moving at a slow pace, being wary of any dangers that may have come his way.

When he reached the edge of the field, the tall grass and flowers slowly dissipated into brush and dirt. A wall of trees, limbs and other hidden things met him. Greens melted into browns and blues. All the colors in the world seemed to flow hidden in this forest. A sharp whistle of a bird could be heard and then more and more picked up the tune until there was a large cacophony of sound. Water trickled down streams and beasts pranced silently like shadows moving with the sun. Simeon walked quickly and quietly through the darkness of the forest in the direction of the massive towers in the distance. For a long while he walked undisturbed aside from the skittering of a few small creatures and the cries of some even larger ones. Eventually, Simeon ran across a path. It appeared to be lightly traveled, perhaps it was just a deer path or a wearing in the woods. It seemed to be headed in the same direction as he, so he walked it. He lost it once or twice but eventually found his way back.

Keeping on the path he examined the forest around him. The plants were plentiful, and he picked up several groupings of fruit along the way. He had some sort of guttural sense which ones were pure and which were poisoned. The tireless hours he had spent walking were wearing down on him, and the sun had begun to set. After about another hour of walking through the forest, Simeon came to a deep clearing. It was much like the one he had awoken in, though it was a bit larger, and the sole willow was replaced by a small cottage. From inside he could see no light. He walked towards it. He noticed that it was a simple cobble home with a thatched roof. On the side was a window, in place of glass though, were heavy wooden shutters. The stone blended into four sides. He walked toward the house, noticing a trough on the side. As he turned the corner of the home he saw a small wooden door. It looked to be light enough on its hinges, and it had obviously seen some wear. Simeon contemplated going in or moving on, as it was getting dark out.

Simeon paced slowly to the door, making himself seem as unthreatening as possible. He hesitantly paced up the stoop, and rapped on the door three times, hard enough to break the silence of the field. No answer. He rapped again, this time louder.

"Hello?" Simeon said at nearly a yell. "Hello?! May I come in?"

Somehow, whether it be by magic, or simply by the door receiving a knock after a long time of abstinence from touch, the door slowly came outwards into an open position. Simeon looked in mystified. Seeing now that there was no one to be found, he gazed around with an interest. The small cottage was comprised of one room. Parallel to the door, sitting below the shuttered window was a straw bed. It on the floor, and next to it in the upper right corner of the abandoned abode was a table with a candle on it. When Simeon cocked his head to the left of the door frame that he was now standing in, he glanced a small thing shining reflected moonlight as it had now gotten dark out. To his right was a barren corner with an abundance of dust. Come to think of it, everything in this home was covered in dust.

Simeon paced over to the corner with the table and looked at the candle, knowing its use despite his blank memory, he began to search for a lighting method, something that would spark. He found nothing in his search of the corner. In an inexplicable sadness he slunk down onto the bed and propped himself on the wall. He looked once more at the candle, and with all his might wished that it would light so that he may see through the darkness. He thought of every means of acquiring fire and none came to his mind that would apply to the situation. Then, he blinked, and when his eyes were opened the candle was lit.

A surge of memory came back to Simeon. More memory than any one mind could hold. Millions of years of memory came flooding into his head. He saw the creation of Tetravier. Among the swirling mass that was creation there swirled four beasts. A white dragon flew in the East, and a Tiger with gnashing fangs pranced in the West. In the North stood a great Tortoise bigger than eternity, and wrapped around it was a great writhing snake.

In the memory he felt his arms extend, but when he looked at them, they were not arms instead they were wings. Great flames erupted from the wing's plumage, and his chest and body in instantaneous combustion took on ribbons of rising reds and orange. He let out a shrill cry and the sound of a great bird came out. As the flames spread he lifted his wings and Simeon flew over the South. He was its guardian. The great Pheonix.

The memory faded and Simeon was back in the dimly lit cabin. He was ecstatic. I //am the Pheonix//, Simeon knew. He knew finally after the confusion of the day. He had to get back to the South. He had gone missing and his world would be in disarray. As he stood to leave the cabin in which he had found solace he thought of the work he would have to do when he got back. He began to walk out and felt a black wave wash over him. He turned around.

On a table was a lit candle. How Simeon had arrived here he had no idea, nor did he have any idea as to who he was. He only knew that he was Simeon Ash. He saw that it was night, and that there was a bed next to the table. Pacing over to the table, he blew out the candle, and went to sleep.