Pheonix Nymph

Physical Description

Name: Alexis Wynns
Alias: Pheonix Nymph
Age: 27
Eye Color: Orange with red flecks
Hair Color: Auburn
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 130

Origin

Alexis was born into tragic circumstances. Her powers manifested themselves during birth and unfortunately incinerated herself, her parents, and everything inside the room. Orphaned and rising for the first time from the ash drained of her endurance, she slowly closed her eyes and fell to a deep sleep.

Upon awakening, she found herself in a fireproofed insulated room where she would spend the majority of her young years communicating and learning through a window, being fed by scientists in asbestos suits, and growing up without the essential peers which shape our lives.

Anger and disassociation plagued her years and the fire in her grew more powerful. With rage came outbursts, with the outbursts her power burned her alive. Always rising from the ash anew, no-one ever thought that she would ever be able to live amongst the population.

Every scientist that studied the mutation were baffled at the way to control it. They could never get close enough to examine her without the fire consuming them. She never was able to feel contact of anything until one day a treatment for her was proposed. Perhaps, they thought, that the power was not escaping because she couldn't control it, but that she wouldn't.

An old hero was called upon to meet her, and slowly, repetitiously began to befriend the young Alex. As he taught her meditation and focus she learned not to hate herself and her power, but to accept it, respect it, and embrace it as a blessed gift. Through these calming techniques she realized that even though the outside world may never accept or understand her, she very well may be able to join it and live amongst the people in which she was a threat to.

The room in which she grew up became a thing of the past. She came to live with the old hero in a temple practicing meditation and walking among gardens of unncountable years. Training was a part of her daily ritual in which she learned to control and focus her power for the use of all things good an honorable.

One day as her mentor was guiding her through her daily rituals the Tsoo attacked in an effort of revenge against the old hero. As he perished her rage became uncontrollable. Who were these men, and how could they take away the person that showed her freedom? A fireball (the size of which has still not been seen again to this day) consumed the Tsoo, the monks, and the entire area in which she had come to call her home. Rising from the ash she vowed never again would she tolerate those who seek to destroy peace and justice. For fear that everything may come to be the ash in which she was standing.

Now living and fighting the evil in Paragon city, she donned the moniker Pheonix Nymph. Evil doers beware, for the fire of justice may start only as a spark, but as the rage grows so do the flames.