fenixwilhelm

[fenixwilhelm]

FULL NAME.  FENIX HUNTER WILHELM

AGE. THIRTY THREE

RESIDENTIAL AREA.   MOON RIVER DISTRICT

HOMETOWN.  SAVANNAH, GEORGIA

OCCUPATION. TATTOOIST & CO-SENSEI 

FACECLAIM. MATTHEW DADDARIO 

PINTEREST. HERE 

light eyes reflecting dark thoughts, messy hair, scruffy cheeks, expensive all-black clothes, coffee rings on every table and desk, tattoos from the neck down, a secret book filled with dark drawings, stimulants hidden around the bedroom, stored motorcycle that’s never fully repaired. 

BIO HERE. 

Fenix Hunter Wilhelm was raised on the wealthier side of town alongside his twin sister Mikayla. Growing up people thought he was such a cute little kid with vast potential. He was his father's clone and the apple of his mother's eye. The Wilhelm Family was quite literally the picture of perfection. Until one icy night, Mrs. Wilhelm went out and never returned. The police called it a horrific accident, but accidents weren't supposed to happen to the Wilhelms. They did everything right. They followed the path of God and did everything they were supposed to. So why were they being punished? What awful thing did they commit to deserve such a tragedy? Their father tried to find answers at the bottom of a bottle while his two children chose other destructive paths to numb the pain. Mikayla met a new crowd of friends and began partying and Fenix fell into a pit of depression as he never felt more alone. Mikayla doesn't know it but he blames her for abandoning him. While she was bouncing around juvie, boot camp, and friends' houses, he was suffering alone in their big empty house.

Fenix began experimenting with pills when he found an unlabeled bottle in Mikayla's bedroom. A month later, he got into a motorcycle accident and the doctor was astounded by the number of drugs he had in his system. At their request, he was admitted into rehab and that's where he met his first real girlfriend. She was an artist and he admired her, but after an overdose almost took her life, her parents sent her away to live with her uncle. Fenix took out his anger by taking up a boxing class, but after three assault charges, he met an older gentleman in therapy who took him under his wing and taught him the spiritual discipline of karate.

Mr. Haitao became a father figure to Fenix, which broke his real father's heart. He lost his wife and then he lost his children. The stress of dealing with the twins drove him to an early grave when Mr. Wilhelm later died of a stroke. Fenix didn't know how to handle losing another parent and went off the rails again. He put three guys in the hospital and was sent to jail for over a year where he learned how to tattoo. When he was released he was covered in black ink and lost all respect for himself, and for everyone around him.

With nothing to hold onto but his insecurities and anger, Fenix joined a bad crowd and spent his twenties getting into fistfights and building a rap sheet longer than his arm. When all hope seemed lost, Fenix sunk to his lowest moment and got into his car drunk. He almost ran a mother and her small child off the road and when he realized he could have killed someone else's mother, he sold his car and stayed inside his room for five years. He isolated himself and worked on his art, drawing, painting, and sketching things that he would eventually sell online under the alias Ash. To rise like a phoenix from the ashes means to emerge from a catastrophe stronger, smarter, and more powerful. He wanted to emerge— to be reborn. To change for the sake of himself and his late parents. So he started slowly building himself back up and then helped fund a small dojo in town for young children and teens. He wanted to help change the lives of other angry undisciplined kids. Fenix thought if anyone could reach the troubled youth it would be him. And it was something his parents would have been proud of. On the back of every Karate-Gi, there is a phoenix rising, a symbol of strength and power. Fenix can't change his past but maybe he can save someone else's future.

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open starter for: anyone  location: Tybee Island (beach / boardwalk)

Southern Georgia was beautifully rich and vibrant. The fresh air and cool breeze of Tybee Island was enough for most people to feel relaxed and rejuvenated. Yet Fenix couldn’t shake the dark cloud that follows him everywhere; However, he does his best to blend in with the rest of the world. In a small artsy shop on the boardwalk, dressed in all-black and sticking out like a 6′3 sore thumb, the tattooed misfit scanned over a few oil paintings —lingering mostly around the twisted and abstract Victorian Gothic pieces. Lost in his own intrusive thoughts, he didn’t notice the person next to him until an employee walked over the minute he tucked an expensive rollerball pen into his pocket. The employee came to the conclusion that the two were together and stealing, and Fenix didn’t bother to deny it when he saw the stranger’s reaction. It was just too funny.  “Guess you caught us. Both of us.” 

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HARPER BOUTIQUE 

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After another emotional showdown with his twin sister, Fenix left Wilhelm Manor on his motorcycle. He popped a few pills and swigged them down with a titanium flask filled with alcohol. The idea of driving around intoxicated was something he told himself he would never do again, but Mikayla was right, no one wanted him, why would God be any different? His punishment was to live on earth alone and to be miserable until old age puts him in the dirt to become nothing more than worm food. And when that time comes, he’ll smile, because he’ll matter.... to the worms. 

Devising a plan to win back the blonde from his bed, Fenix stopped at Harper’s.  He planned to buy her some sexy lingerie and maybe a gorgeous necklace. When he entered the boutique, he nearly forgot the blonde. The girl at the cash register was absolutely stunning. He’s never seen her before, which was surprising because he knew everyone in town. A fresh face meant a fresh start. “Hi,” he greeted the green-eyed girl whose smile could chase away the darkness in his heart. God, was she beautiful. “I’m..uh...just...uhm..hi.” he stammered on, completely dazzled and enamored. “Sorry I mean, I’m just looking for a gift for my...For a friend.” 

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mickwilhelm​:

“Screw you.” Once for inadvertently calling her the town’s slut and AGAIN for accusing her of being afraid to be alone. It wasn’t her who minded being the outcast. If people kept their distance, Mickey couldn’t get attached and then she couldn’t get hurt when she lost them. So, maybe Fenix was part right. She was afraid of losing him the same way they lost their parents. “Who cares if this whole stupid town hates us, Nix? Everyone around here is fake!! They’re here one minute and the next, they just expect you to move on.” And by you, she means them. It was like no one cared they were orphans now. That the lovely couple who helped build this town was gone. Fenix didn’t get it. And Mickey was bitter because he was the one person who was supposed to. He was the only person who knew her better than she knew herself. And now, they felt like complete strangers. They might’ve shared blood and DNA, and the same features but in every other aspect of their lives they couldn’t be more further apart. “If you want approval from them, fine. But I could care LESS what this town thinks of us. They don’t care about you, Fenix. No one does.” She’s projecting, surely. Because someone does care. SHE cares. Even when she tries so hard not to, she’ll never ever stop.

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Fenix wasn’t like her. Despite being twins, he saw matters differently. The drugs, the alcohol, the isolation— he wanted it to be over. If he couldn’t have a family then he at least wanted friends but no one liked them. He could blame Mikayla until he’s blue, but the truth is, he wasn’t a model citizen either. He’s burned bridges and broken noses. And now Mikayla was spreading a rumor around that he has an STD. That was really going to help him with the girls. “I’m SICK and TIRED of being alone!” The words flew from his mouth like a string of arrows heading to their target — Her. He was angry, his muscular frame filling the doorway, forcing her back out into the hall. Fenix would never physically hurt his sister but sometimes their words were sharper than knives. Hearing her say no one cares about him cut through his heart and pierced his very soul. Every inch of him felt pain. Tears clung to his eyes as he presses down on his teeth to keep from crying. “It’s not about acceptance. What’s the point in living when you’re completely and utterly alone? You’re right. I have no one. No one cares. And you’ll spend the rest of your life reminding me of that. Now get the fuck OUT!” 

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mickwilhelm​:

How many more times does she have to apologize with her eyes for Fenix to finally get it and  forgive her? So he can move the fuck on with his life? This whole, blaming her for their family’s demise thing was getting old. And frankly, Mickey was tired of playing his little game. “Oh boo who. Cry me a fucking river, Nix and grow the fuck up.” This is precisely why she was born first. She was always meant to be the older, wiser, and dare she even say it… prettier sibling. He should envy her. “You do realize even with a blanket over your head, I can still see your skanky ass right?” Her voice grew louder as she addressed the naked girl in her brother’s bed. These days, Fenix’s slutty little conquests failed to phase her. She’s seen enough ass and titties to fill an entire porn site and then some. “Just so you know, three others have been fucked in the very same sheets you’re covered in. Fenix doesn’t do his own laundry, he doesn’t know how. Who knows what kind of std’s you’re currently wrapped up in.” A self satisfied smirk dances across Mikayla’s face as Fenix’s blonde bimbo nearly catapults herself out of his bed in visible disgust, shouting and hissing ‘Ew!!’ as she flees the scene of the crime. “Sorry for scaring your little girlfriend off. Guess she’s not as dumb as she looks.”

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“Why did you do that?!” Fenix sighed, only showing frustration once the blonde ran past his sister and down the stairs. He actually liked that girl. She was fun and interesting, but of course, Malicious Mickey had to go and ruin another good thing. “So you’re allowed to sleep with half the town but then judge me for having a few girls over here and there?” Taking a step away from the door, he turned the stereo off and plopped into bed. His night was officially over— she could have fun sleeping soundlessly now. But with a score to settle, he’d scare off her next victim. “Don’t you ever get tired of playing the bitch? Like seriously? Everyone in town hates us. We have no one. Sometimes I feel like you’re purposely driving people away so we’re forced to be pariahs. What are you afraid of? That I’m going to move on one day and leave you behind and then you’ll really be alone?” 

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mickwilhelm​:

closed starter for @fenixwilhelm​ at the wilhelm mansion

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a decent nights sleep. Frankly, it’s been years. Before a drunk driver robbed them of a mother, the matriarch of the Wilhelm dynasty whose name they’ve tarnished in the absence of both their parents. Mickey was tired of the whispers that suggested she just get over it, that tragedies happen and her right to mourn had expired. A new wave of hatred and disgust plowed through her heart each and every time she was reminded of what she lost. It didn’t help that her own twin brother was a nuisance, a constant plague on her happiness. They fought like cats and dogs just to remind themselves they were alive. “OPEN UP FENIX! BEFORE I BUST DOWN THIS DOOR AND SHOVE THIS STUPID NOISE YOU CALL MUSIC DOWN YOUR THROAT!!“ She could hear his stereo echoing from the hall, interrupting her very important beauty sleep.

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“Oh my god, shut up!” Fenix unlocked the door and pulled it open about halfway. Behind him was a petite blonde wrapped naked under the bedsheet. She was awake but hiding her face— no one wanted to piss off the raven-haired queen bitch of savannah georgia. “I’m in here doing my thing, so why don’t you fuck off and do yours like you’ve been doing for the past fifteen years.” It was no secret that he blamed her for the way he turned out. When he needed his sister, she was out partying and getting into trouble. It was her pill bottle that got him addicted to drugs, and her attitude that made him emotionally unavailable to every girl he meets. “Or you know, you could just move out. I love this house. You don’t give a fuck about it. The party you threw last week almost destroyed the kitchen.” 

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