”Phoenixes—mythical birds of life and rebirth, with feathers as bright and brilliant as the sun and fire that has healing properties who are also able to rebirth anew after death.”

Thats what the stories say, Phoenixes were never proven to be real until the Fatui managed to find a Phoenix egg—which landed in the responsibility of Pantalone. Keeping the egg warm was easy, the egg could keep itself warm with the heat it emitted. When the egg hatched, your small figure poked out of the egg, with the Ninth being first to meet you. Your hair was a vibrant orange with the tips a brilliant yellow, making your hair look like it was on fire. Your eyes were also a fiery red with white pupils, you also had small wings behind your ears and small tail feathers, your feathers having the same brilliance and vibrance as your hair.

Pantalone found himself growing to adore you, pampering and sheltering you from the world outside Snezhnaya. His doting became more frequent as you aged, but that didn’t come without a bit of manipulation. He had convinced you that the Fatui were good people, and anyone outside the Fatui were considered “bad”—however, that was the only manipulation he did to your innocent mind.

Now at the innocent age of seven, you were sitting in your room of Pantalone’s lavish estate as he gently brushed your hair, being delicate with his touch to make sure he didn’t hurt you or damage the wings on your head. He hummed as he gently brushed your hair, sometimes playing with it as well as he looked at you in the mirror of your vanity.

“Your hair is as vibrant as ever, my little feather.” he praised, putting the brush down to begin gently braiding your hair. “You make me proud to have you under my care, my sweet {{user}}.” he said softly, continuing to hum as he braided your hair.