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testimonial) wrote2014-06-08 12:02 pm
testimonial) wrote2014-06-08 12:02 pm
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APPLICATION (City of Ariel)
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□ Name: Kiwi
□ Age: 23
□ Contact: lyrium @ plurk
□ Journal: octopussy
□ Do you play anyone in Ariel?: Nope
□ Is this a re-application of a dropped character? If yes, when was the character dropped?: N/A
→ IC
□ Name: Phoenix Wright
□ Journal: testimonial
□ Series: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
□ Canon point: Beginning of the second case
□ History: http://aceattorney.wikia.com/wiki/Phoenix_Wright
□ Personality:
One of Phoenix's earliest memories is of a mock class trial held in fourth grade. He was the defendant, on trial for supposedly stealing a classmate's lunch money. The whole class was against him, jeering for him to admit his guilt. He was absolutely, miserably alone. And then, suddenly, two boys in the class came to his aid: Miles Edgeworth and Larry Butz, who would soon become his closest friends. They were heroes to Phoenix, and from that day forward he became fascinated with the idea of defense attorneys, the people who stand up for the weak and helpless when no one else will. For most people, such a touching childhood experience would be inspiring. For Phoenix it was profound, and he never let go of the lessons he learned that day. Years later, after reading about Edgeworth's change for the worse, he decided he had to get in touch with his old friend by any means necessary. Letters didn't work, but Phoenix never gives up just because a door's been closed in his face - he always keeps looking for another way. He eventually decided that the best course of action would be to become a defense attorney himself, so that he'd inevitably face off against his old friend in court. And, once Phoenix has decided on a path, he doesn't let go. He doesn't give up until things are set right.
Unfortunately, the path Phoenix chose was a careless one. Ever willing to believe in friends and clients, he's had a long line of dangerous people in his life: Dahlia, his first great love, tried killing him several times over before framing him for murder - and he still believed in her so much that he was willing to eat all evidence of her crimes. Every time someone wounds him (metaphorically speaking), he builds up a slightly thicker wall for the next time. After he'd finally 'saved' Edgeworth and got nothing in return beyond what sounded like a self-pitying suicide note - "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death." - Phoenix's reaction was to cut all mention of Edgeworth completely out of his life, he was that angry and betrayed. They eventually made amends, but Phoenix once again built a thicker wall.
"You know what happened seven years ago... What I did. It's not unreasonable for you to think I might cheat."
In the beginning of Apollo Justice, Phoenix Wright seemed to be a completely different man. The suit and hair gel had been replaced with a hoodie and a beanie. His warm-hearted energy and kindness were mostly absent; every word had nostalgia and bitterness behind it. Seven years of being disbarred had crushed a lot of Phoenix's spirit. He'd lost friends and dreams. But he's still himself, behind what's become a too-thick wall over the years. Upon first meeting Apollo, he immediately entrusts his fate to the young man (who is, at the time, reeling from a moment of hero worship). He knows Apollo is special, but there is absolutely no way for him to be sure this kid will want to be on his side. Even though he's fully aware that Apollo could leave him for the crows, he has faith that the young attorney can bring the truth to light.
"Let's put the past behind us, shall we? These days, I'm merely Phoenix Wright, piano player."
Phoenix's sense of humor has taken a turn for the cynical over the years. Wry comments that he used to keep to his own internal monologue are now gleefully aired for all: "Your imagination was always a bit limited, Winston." he remarks to Winston Payne, the prosecutor he'd faced several times in the past; "Oh, my apologies, Your Honor. I was just thinking how much fun all this is." he says later, when the judge asks him why he's laughing during the trial. He's lost the need to keep people happy - he's not a lawyer anymore, it's not his job to give a damn what anyone thinks.
His adopted daughter, Trucy, is one of the few people who can still earn a genuine smile out of the man. Phoenix had lost his job, his reputation, almost everything that defined him - all in one fell swoop, thanks to the allegations of false evidence. Trucy, who'd been abandoned by her biological father in the debacle, ended up in Phoenix's care. She became his silver lining in the world when nothing else was working out. The rest of the world sees the cynical, mysterious Phoenix Wright, while she sees the real thing. If it hadn't been for her positivity, after all, he might have lost all trace of his old self.
Beyond Trucy, though, Phoenix honestly doesn't expect anyone else to believe in him. There are times when his behavior suggests he doesn't want them to, either: he's become so resigned to his new reputation as a forger of evidence that he goes as far as to use that to his advantage, and fakes the most crucial piece of evidence for Apollo to win the trial. When he admits this afterwards, Apollo is shocked and asks how he could do something like that and call himself an attorney.
And Phoenix replies: "Who's calling themselves an attorney, Apollo?"
Because, while Phoenix is still doggedly pursuing the one true good, he doesn't pursue it in the same way anymore. Back in fourth grade, one of the ideas that stuck with him was 'you can't prove someone's guilt without evidence' - this shaped his early career as a defense attorney when he faced two powerful figures, Manfred von Karma and Damon Gant, who'd used their status to help forge evidence in the courtroom. Phoenix had come out of those legal battles naively believing that there will always be a piece of evidence to tie a perpetrator to a crime, no matter how seemingly small and insignificant. This belief was shattered by Kristoph Gavin, a man with such a vicious perfectionist streak that he never left evidence behind. Phoenix's opinion on forgeries has taken on shades of grey - while he can't pretend to be proud of his behavior, he believes he forged evidence for the greater good of getting Kristoph put behind bars.
After the resolution of Kristoph's trial, Phoenix starts opening up a little more. His behavior's still odd, though - when he casually tells Apollo the story of how a car hit him and sent him flying, Apollo comments on the creepiness of him telling it "like it was no big deal".
□ Age: 33
□ Gender: Male
□ Appearance: http://www.court-records.net/arts/hobohodofull.png
Phoenix is a walking fashion disaster. While he's not unattractive (at the very least, he's average-looking), he stopped caring about his appearance years ago. His short black hair is mostly hidden under the blue beanie he almost always wears-- but the reasoning behind the beanie is a whole other story. There's the faintest five o'clock shadow along his jawline and upper lip, contributing to the overall "unkempt homeless man" look he pulls off so well. His clothes veer towards the comfortable and practical, a baggy hoodie and sweatpants in dark colours.
□ Abilities/Powers: Phoenix has no special abilities. He is lucky - he can somehow survive dangerous accidents with little more than a scratch - but there's nothing supernatural about him.
However, he does carry a magatama - an item imbued with spiritual energy. When activated, the magatama can show the holder if someone is lying, but not what exactly they're lying about.
□ Personal Items:
- a locket with a photograph of his daughter Trucy
- a magatama
- a miniature badge camera
- a bright blue beanie with "PaPa" across the side
- his atrocious hoodie, sweatpants and sandals outfit
□ First Person Sample: http://theloonybin.dreamwidth.org/21754.html?thread=12759290#cmt12759290
□ Third Person Sample: (Recycled from another game:)
"Must've fallen asleep..." Phoenix murmured to himself, still in the half-awake/half-dead to the world phase of waking. He thought back to when he'd sent Apollo and Trucy on their way, off to meet Eldoon (and boy, was he sorry he wouldn't get to see the look on Apollo's face). Maybe that car accident had been just what he needed, the chance to get some well-earned rest after the trial and before his return to the reports.
He blindly reached down beside his bed for the bottle of mislabeled grape juice he'd put aside for later. It was later, so he could just-- wait. He reached out again, his fingers waggling in the air. All he could feel was... a lot of nothing. Just the cold, breezy air.
Phoenix opened his eyes and then opened them wider, the confusion hitting him so suddenly it was a wonder his eyebrows didn't rise all the way off his face. He'd seen enough of the hospital ceiling to know every discolored tile, every hairline crack and patch of water damage. The ceiling above him was stone, and definitely not water damaged. He sat up, trying to rub the painful crick out of his neck. This much stone reminded him of jail. Of sitting on one side of the glass, waiting for an answer, having someone stare at him like their only lifeline in the world-- but there was no glass here. No disappointed clients, either. He released the uneasy breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
The pain in his neck wasn't going away. "You know you're a mess when you'd rather wake up in a place you don't recognize over a place you do," Phoenix said, speaking to the empty air. There was no response - just silence. He wasn't sure what else he'd expected. A deep, booming voice and smoke, maybe? Silence just left him with himself again. But, now that he was well and truly awake, the room was feeling more and more like a burial chamber. Why else go through all the trouble to build a place like this? Tourists wouldn't be going crazy over some cold stone slab for a bed.
□ Name: Kiwi
□ Age: 23
□ Contact: lyrium @ plurk
□ Journal: octopussy
□ Do you play anyone in Ariel?: Nope
□ Is this a re-application of a dropped character? If yes, when was the character dropped?: N/A
→ IC
□ Name: Phoenix Wright
□ Journal: testimonial
□ Series: Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
□ Canon point: Beginning of the second case
□ History: http://aceattorney.wikia.com/wiki/Phoenix_Wright
□ Personality:
One of Phoenix's earliest memories is of a mock class trial held in fourth grade. He was the defendant, on trial for supposedly stealing a classmate's lunch money. The whole class was against him, jeering for him to admit his guilt. He was absolutely, miserably alone. And then, suddenly, two boys in the class came to his aid: Miles Edgeworth and Larry Butz, who would soon become his closest friends. They were heroes to Phoenix, and from that day forward he became fascinated with the idea of defense attorneys, the people who stand up for the weak and helpless when no one else will. For most people, such a touching childhood experience would be inspiring. For Phoenix it was profound, and he never let go of the lessons he learned that day. Years later, after reading about Edgeworth's change for the worse, he decided he had to get in touch with his old friend by any means necessary. Letters didn't work, but Phoenix never gives up just because a door's been closed in his face - he always keeps looking for another way. He eventually decided that the best course of action would be to become a defense attorney himself, so that he'd inevitably face off against his old friend in court. And, once Phoenix has decided on a path, he doesn't let go. He doesn't give up until things are set right.
Unfortunately, the path Phoenix chose was a careless one. Ever willing to believe in friends and clients, he's had a long line of dangerous people in his life: Dahlia, his first great love, tried killing him several times over before framing him for murder - and he still believed in her so much that he was willing to eat all evidence of her crimes. Every time someone wounds him (metaphorically speaking), he builds up a slightly thicker wall for the next time. After he'd finally 'saved' Edgeworth and got nothing in return beyond what sounded like a self-pitying suicide note - "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death." - Phoenix's reaction was to cut all mention of Edgeworth completely out of his life, he was that angry and betrayed. They eventually made amends, but Phoenix once again built a thicker wall.
"You know what happened seven years ago... What I did. It's not unreasonable for you to think I might cheat."
In the beginning of Apollo Justice, Phoenix Wright seemed to be a completely different man. The suit and hair gel had been replaced with a hoodie and a beanie. His warm-hearted energy and kindness were mostly absent; every word had nostalgia and bitterness behind it. Seven years of being disbarred had crushed a lot of Phoenix's spirit. He'd lost friends and dreams. But he's still himself, behind what's become a too-thick wall over the years. Upon first meeting Apollo, he immediately entrusts his fate to the young man (who is, at the time, reeling from a moment of hero worship). He knows Apollo is special, but there is absolutely no way for him to be sure this kid will want to be on his side. Even though he's fully aware that Apollo could leave him for the crows, he has faith that the young attorney can bring the truth to light.
"Let's put the past behind us, shall we? These days, I'm merely Phoenix Wright, piano player."
Phoenix's sense of humor has taken a turn for the cynical over the years. Wry comments that he used to keep to his own internal monologue are now gleefully aired for all: "Your imagination was always a bit limited, Winston." he remarks to Winston Payne, the prosecutor he'd faced several times in the past; "Oh, my apologies, Your Honor. I was just thinking how much fun all this is." he says later, when the judge asks him why he's laughing during the trial. He's lost the need to keep people happy - he's not a lawyer anymore, it's not his job to give a damn what anyone thinks.
His adopted daughter, Trucy, is one of the few people who can still earn a genuine smile out of the man. Phoenix had lost his job, his reputation, almost everything that defined him - all in one fell swoop, thanks to the allegations of false evidence. Trucy, who'd been abandoned by her biological father in the debacle, ended up in Phoenix's care. She became his silver lining in the world when nothing else was working out. The rest of the world sees the cynical, mysterious Phoenix Wright, while she sees the real thing. If it hadn't been for her positivity, after all, he might have lost all trace of his old self.
Beyond Trucy, though, Phoenix honestly doesn't expect anyone else to believe in him. There are times when his behavior suggests he doesn't want them to, either: he's become so resigned to his new reputation as a forger of evidence that he goes as far as to use that to his advantage, and fakes the most crucial piece of evidence for Apollo to win the trial. When he admits this afterwards, Apollo is shocked and asks how he could do something like that and call himself an attorney.
And Phoenix replies: "Who's calling themselves an attorney, Apollo?"
Because, while Phoenix is still doggedly pursuing the one true good, he doesn't pursue it in the same way anymore. Back in fourth grade, one of the ideas that stuck with him was 'you can't prove someone's guilt without evidence' - this shaped his early career as a defense attorney when he faced two powerful figures, Manfred von Karma and Damon Gant, who'd used their status to help forge evidence in the courtroom. Phoenix had come out of those legal battles naively believing that there will always be a piece of evidence to tie a perpetrator to a crime, no matter how seemingly small and insignificant. This belief was shattered by Kristoph Gavin, a man with such a vicious perfectionist streak that he never left evidence behind. Phoenix's opinion on forgeries has taken on shades of grey - while he can't pretend to be proud of his behavior, he believes he forged evidence for the greater good of getting Kristoph put behind bars.
After the resolution of Kristoph's trial, Phoenix starts opening up a little more. His behavior's still odd, though - when he casually tells Apollo the story of how a car hit him and sent him flying, Apollo comments on the creepiness of him telling it "like it was no big deal".
□ Age: 33
□ Gender: Male
□ Appearance: http://www.court-records.net/arts/hobohodofull.png
Phoenix is a walking fashion disaster. While he's not unattractive (at the very least, he's average-looking), he stopped caring about his appearance years ago. His short black hair is mostly hidden under the blue beanie he almost always wears-- but the reasoning behind the beanie is a whole other story. There's the faintest five o'clock shadow along his jawline and upper lip, contributing to the overall "unkempt homeless man" look he pulls off so well. His clothes veer towards the comfortable and practical, a baggy hoodie and sweatpants in dark colours.
□ Abilities/Powers: Phoenix has no special abilities. He is lucky - he can somehow survive dangerous accidents with little more than a scratch - but there's nothing supernatural about him.
However, he does carry a magatama - an item imbued with spiritual energy. When activated, the magatama can show the holder if someone is lying, but not what exactly they're lying about.
□ Personal Items:
- a locket with a photograph of his daughter Trucy
- a magatama
- a miniature badge camera
- a bright blue beanie with "PaPa" across the side
- his atrocious hoodie, sweatpants and sandals outfit
□ First Person Sample: http://theloonybin.dreamwidth.org/21754.html?thread=12759290#cmt12759290
□ Third Person Sample: (Recycled from another game:)
"Must've fallen asleep..." Phoenix murmured to himself, still in the half-awake/half-dead to the world phase of waking. He thought back to when he'd sent Apollo and Trucy on their way, off to meet Eldoon (and boy, was he sorry he wouldn't get to see the look on Apollo's face). Maybe that car accident had been just what he needed, the chance to get some well-earned rest after the trial and before his return to the reports.
He blindly reached down beside his bed for the bottle of mislabeled grape juice he'd put aside for later. It was later, so he could just-- wait. He reached out again, his fingers waggling in the air. All he could feel was... a lot of nothing. Just the cold, breezy air.
Phoenix opened his eyes and then opened them wider, the confusion hitting him so suddenly it was a wonder his eyebrows didn't rise all the way off his face. He'd seen enough of the hospital ceiling to know every discolored tile, every hairline crack and patch of water damage. The ceiling above him was stone, and definitely not water damaged. He sat up, trying to rub the painful crick out of his neck. This much stone reminded him of jail. Of sitting on one side of the glass, waiting for an answer, having someone stare at him like their only lifeline in the world-- but there was no glass here. No disappointed clients, either. He released the uneasy breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
The pain in his neck wasn't going away. "You know you're a mess when you'd rather wake up in a place you don't recognize over a place you do," Phoenix said, speaking to the empty air. There was no response - just silence. He wasn't sure what else he'd expected. A deep, booming voice and smoke, maybe? Silence just left him with himself again. But, now that he was well and truly awake, the room was feeling more and more like a burial chamber. Why else go through all the trouble to build a place like this? Tourists wouldn't be going crazy over some cold stone slab for a bed.