Character Name: HEHYAL TARIC BRYNE
Nickname: H or TARIC
Age: 840 years, 8th regeration, looks 34
Gender: Male
Grade: Teacher
Subject: Chemistry
Race: Phoenix
Play-by: Nathan Fillion
Appearance:

In human form, he stands at an impressive 6’ 4”, but he hunches most of the time. He has thick fire red hair, cropped short with a little wave to it. His eyes are a medium green with a twang of insanity in them. His dress style is disheveled that looks like it could go to the garbage or the washer. All clothes have some burned holes in them from his lack of concentration. The outer garments are all oversized; sleeves that extend past his hands, pants that might or might not need suspenders. His favorite overcoat, reserved for formal outings, is a tanish/brown knee length trench coat that somehow fits perfectly. On certain days he will have a pocket watch on, but never seems to look at it. He has a light skin color that seems as if it would burn when he walked outside, but never does. He has a scrawny figure that looks like it might blow away if a strong gust of wind came along. Weight varies from around 195 lb to 240lb. Averages about 220lb on normal eating cycles. On a ring around his torso, about the 3rd rib up, is a “tattoo” of flames that never seems to stand still. These extend to around his arms right below the elbows also. He does not have any piercings.

Personality:

Might find clothes in the refrigerator. Expert chemist, but don’t ask for exact for exact formulas he just knows what goes next and how much. He is very absent minded with lightening flashes of pure genius and expert coherence in certain matters. His teaching style is you will need this, this, and these over there and we will walk through it together once. He likes to research anything even semi-related to chemistry. A favorite past time for him is to disprove other researchers that have had their work published. He sometimes does favors for others who need something big composed, under the table. He has been used to moving around the world by himself, with these mysterious contacts. He does not like anyone who is harmful or mean to the younger generations. He also doesn’t like people who are constantly complaining about their life or dramas. He has to constantly concentrate on keeping his human from, but sometimes (more often than not) he forgets about keeping say a quarter sized spot on his shoulder in human form and is goes back to flaming-the reason for all the burned spots on his clothing. During conversations his mind wanders back and forth and sometimes the wandering thoughts escapes from his mouth and he starts to ramble on with the “left field tangent”, and will continue if not brought back in to the original subject. One day he hopes to fly as high as the angels and be able to walk amongst them on their cloudy floor. Every supernatural phenomenon is just another scientific study. Just because he wants to fly with the angels does not mean that he hates demons, they are more a curiosity to him, along with all the other people, human or other.

History:

Very early on he was approached by an organization that has developed over the years that hires him to perform dangerous experiments to aid them in whatever they do. He has continued to work for them on the side of his teaching, smithing, or night flower making careers. After observing how graceful the angels of old flew and acted and by talking with them he knew that one day, after his regeneration cycles had all concluded, he could fly with the angels. One of his oldest careers is that of smithing, both white and black. He had always loved the smell of super heated metals and always in his youth, wanted to be able to take this solid metal piece from a hunk of iron into something fashionable and useable. About the 2nd or 3rd regeneration, he decided to try out smithing and he excelled at it. He has always kept up his different abilities just in case they were ever needed again, even to make something petty. The next major career he set out to accomplish was the art of making nightflowers. After years of begging to be acknowledged, he was finally accepted into their guild to begin his study. After perfecting the art, which took most of a regeneration, he moved into the teaching field, where he excelled at keeping and handling the “younger generations”. The students, well most of them, seemed to enjoy crazy H and his stories that somehow always seemed to be relevant to the area of study at the time. The only problems with teaching were that he was more or less antisocial, just because some of his colleagues didn’t understand his absentmindedness. The ones who did, enjoyed his off the wall stories. During his mid life crisis, tragedy struck and took his only one true friend, another phoenix who was his helper and assistant in every way possible. They had known each other for several regenerations each and every time, they had grown closer together. So he now lives alone in solitude, waiting and hoping to be able to meet his friend again in Heaven, when the creator calls him home.

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Your Age: 22
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Sample Post:

As Taric rolled out of bed, he smelled the crisp mountain air. He walked out to his balcony window and gazed at the fading moon light and the rising crest of the sun in the East. His gaze slowly shifted upwards, hoping to catch a glance of an angel ascending or descending from the pearly gates this shift in lighting. He started about his morning routine of burning off the dirt and grim from the day previous and wandering around his cliff house partially naked, until he realized that he was doing so and set about finding clothes for himself. Giving up on the shirt, he went for breakfast, and found his shirt in the refrigerator along with milk and cookies.
He made it to class after the morning bell, no different from anytime prior. Class started with him muttering to himself about leaving clothes where they don’t belong. A student asks “Leave your shirt in the refrigerator again?” He kinda chuckled and kept walking towards his desk and instructed the students about their daily lesson, which consisted of mixing certain quantities of different powdered elements into one mixture and sealing it off with wax in a bamboo container. After going off on another tangent (for the 200th time for his students) he recalls the first remark by a student and pipes off that at least he left his shirt where he could find it and didn’t bother to come to class without it, like he has before.
For lunch he watched over all of his students’ little night flowers and made a mental note to remind them that they need to be at the school multi-purpose field that night to see their creations in action. As the students returned from their lunch break he started to instruct them on the different components and how they are mixing with each other to make the display. After the last lecture, he dismissed them, and then had to call them all back in to the room to remind them to come back that night.
He wandered into the faculty lounge where the other teachers were idly chatting and pours himself a coffee, knowing that it has no effect on him because of his high metabolism. Some of the teachers leave immediately, the others he is proud to be able to call friends. One of the eagle shapeshifter offers to go for a flight to pass some time; he graciously declined the offer, knowing that they would not get back in time for the show tonight. He excused himself saying that a well known scientist had published a new article on thermonuclear chemistry and that paper needed to be disproved. The custodian enters his lab as he was “resting his eyes” and startles Taric out of his lovely little dreamworld. Realizing the time and that so far the paper was all in proper order; he headed back up to his class room to gather the student’s flowers and met them at the field. He had forgotte that he had a grand flower to conclude with, so he had his little siren run up to his “special” cabinet to retrieve it. While she is doing this, he launched, for the hundredth time, into a “riveting” tale of how he saw his first nightflower show 3 regenerations ago and how it inspired him to learn how to make them himself.
After sending the amazed students home for the night he flew back home to his little cliff house and started his nightly routine, food from cabinets, cook then head off to bed where clothes maricusly landed where they were supposed to be. And as he laid on his thin mattress, and gazing into the stars, he slowly drifts away onto another tangent to life.

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