The Imitator

Crystal - Mateus

They say one should welcome death like an old friend. With open arms and not a single regret in mind, but I've come to learn that saying is naught but utter rubbish. How can one be expected to lay down and accept one's fate when everything they know or have ever known has been taken from them. First the very man I idolized and aspired to be like rejects my creations and regards me as little more than a waste of his ever so precious time. Then I lose the one closet to me, my dearest brother, Deimos. The only one to ever truly believe in my abilities and go out of his way to see them fostered into the something greater he always believed they could be. So tell me, how can I truly welcome death when I resent the very life that I've lived? Nay, I cannot... I will not let my life end here. I stand here on the very precipice of the end, witnessing both it's horror and it's beauty. I could almost weep both tears of joy and sadness at the sight of it. I know not what will come next but mark my words, I will have my revenge against those that have wronged me. I swear on my brother's name, I will... I will.

The Fall From Greatness

Phobos. One half of the inseparable duo that was he and his brother, Deimos. The former an aspiring creator with talent to rival some of Amaurot's greatest minds and the latter a tired bureaucrat longing to be part of something greater than himself. Nothing coming between the two as Deimos ever encouraged the ambitions of his brother, seeing his potential and wanting to do all in his power to propel Phobos to greater heights. T'was only when pursuing their chosen careers did their paths differ. One toiling away day and night to perfect his experimental creations away from prying eyes whilst submitting their concepts for review when necessary. The other while displaying a more level head than his brother, knew full well of that same sibling's experiments and his intent on applying as a student to the renowned Akadaemia Anyder, sought to pursue an administrative position to ensure that his brother's work received the audience it deserved.With aspirations higher than the capitol building itself, Phobos continued to push the limits of his imagination, working tirelessly to follow in the footsteps of who he considered to be the model citizen of amaurot, Lahabrea. Even going as far as to seek out the selfsame professor that once taught the Convocation's current speaker. Though many professors sought to take the young prodigy under their wing, Phobos paid them nary a thought. Instead choosing to bide his time until the opportunity to submit a concept to the very mentor he desired presented itself and thus the time came. Inspired by the many works of Lahabrea, the concept that would allow Phobos into the hallowed halls of the Akadaemia was that of a towering siege beast blessed of durability beyond compare, though presented with it's defensive capabilities at the forefront of it's intended purpose, the beast could also serve a much more practical purpose. One of providing mass transportation for both citizens and creations. Thus did Phobos take the first important step in realizinng his aspirations and did he begin to march ever closer to his eventual downfall.T'was for a time that the student did show promise in the eyes of his professor. Even going as far as to be given an audience with his very idol. T'was then that the decline of Phobos truly began. While his concepts certainly had a level of detail most did not, it was in his pursuit of gaining the speaker's favour that he lost sight of what it truly meant to be a creator. That being the pursuit of societies betterment. From creatures of awe inspiring proportions, agriculture of colours unperceivable to most and all the way to constructs capable of reading minds and other such magnificent feats. Phobos displayed them all to Lahabrea, not a single one earning his respect. With his resolve shattered and the meeting declared a waste of the speaker's time, Phobos returned to his experiments as they grew ever more questionable by the day. The seeds of doubt well and truly sown throughout his mind. What if he wasn't good enough? Were his efforts wasted? These thoughts ever present in his mind as he pressed on towards a creation he had hope would change the mind of the man he once looked up to. A tome imbued with the power of his kind. The power to create.At this time did the final days draw near. Rumors of nightmares made manifest in distant cities played no small part in Phobos' descent into madness as he continued his work in secret, testing his current creative endeavour on both creation and citizen alike. Barely having finished work on his tome did Phobos hear word that his beloved brother was to become one of the many to be sacrificed in the Convocation's attempt at saving their star from ruin. The willingness of Deimos' participation in the sacrifice was kept from Phobos at his brother's request, not wanting to sour the opinion of his only brother. Though well intentioned, the act of Deimos did naught but solidify the fact that this tome would indeed be his brother's final creation. Both saddened by the loss of his brother and angered at the Convocation for taking him from him, Phobos decided to march directly to the office of the speaker, having lost all sense of reason in an attempt to prove himself in the eyes of the world, or what remained of it. The reunion between student and speaker went as well as any could have thought. With Phobos being exiled from the halls of the Akadaemia and his collection of secret creations confiscated. The tome included.And so with the final days seemingly averted for the time being and his career foolishly thrown away in a failed attempt to impress a man of great arrogance, Phobos resigned himself to wallow in his failure as a rift grew between the remaining citizens of Amaurot. Those that opposed the summoning of Zodiark and those in support of it. Though the cost of bringing forth this being of darkness was great, it's results could not be denied. As such, Phobos neither leaned to one side more than he did the other. Tensions continued to grow higher until reaching a tipping point to which Phobos could no longer stand by and watch. Upon the summoning for Zodiark's Jailor, Hydaelyn. Phobos saw best to enact the small amount of revenge against the Convocation that he could. Knowing that there was little time left, he sought to move under the cover of night through what remained of his home, Phobos stole back his tome from it's storage in the Akadaemia, binding it to his own living soul as he recorded the evening's events within it's pages. Satisfied with his attempt at self preservation as he stored his own memories within the part of his soul now attached to his tome, Phobos made his way to the building's rooftop, releasing and binding many other rejected creations to their respective creators were they still living. It was on this very rooftop that Phobos recorded his final moments and witnessed first hand the end of the world as he knew it. A flash of blinding light from a nearby lecture hall marking the end of an Era...

Prodigious Creator

Troubled Soul

Back Alley Mage

Aspiring Student

Phobos

Nameday: 24th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Race: Ancient
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Profession: Akadaemia Student
-- Experimental Concept Creation Artist
-- Aspiring Aetherologist
-- Prodigy
Residence: Amaurot
Languages: Ancient
Hair: Ash White
Eyes: Mud Brown
Height: 17ft
Skin: Fair
Birthplace: Amaurot
Religion: None

Personality

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Religious / Agnostic / Unreligious

Additional Information

Favorite Color: Black and Gray
Favorite Food: Quiche
Favorite Drink: Whiskey

Street Rat

Jerial Praelia

Nameday: 24th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Miqo'te
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Engaged
Profession: Self Taught Alchemist
-- Experimental Researcher
-- Aetherical Theorist
-- Gifted Mage
Residence: The Goblet
Languages: Common (Echo)
-- Basic Garlean
-- Basic Hingan
-- Steppe Sign
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Mud Brown
Height: 6ft
Skin: Fair
Birthplace: Ul'dah
Religion: None

|| Family First ||

Though aware of his Amaurotine origins, Phobos is not the kind of person to cast family aside. He treasures the bonds he's made in his worldly life just as much as he longs for the return of the old world. As such he'd go out of his way to ensure that direct harm doesn't befall any of them.

|| The Quill is Mightier Than The Blade. ||

Through a tome of his own design, Phobos weaves magicks of an incredibly powerful nature. Even more so than some of his ascian kin. The extent of the tome's power even unknown to him in his current state.

|| Mysterious Potion Maker ||

Though not one to disclose his methods, if someone needs a potion made for one reason or another, Phobos is the person to seek out. Having built a reputation for himself in the public eye as a skillful if somewhat sketchy alchemist.

|| Morbid Indifference ||

Having a strong resentment for both sides in the conflict between Hydaelyn and Zodiark, Phobos opts for a more passive approach. Choosing neutrality over pledging himself to either "evil" as he would refer to them as. The only way to sway his loyalties is to offer him something of great value to his daily life that he'd not otherwise obtain from remaining far from the fight.

|| End of Days (5.4+) ||

Though Phobos may find some comfort in learning of the deaths of the unsundered, the plans of the rogue ascian, Fandaniel deeply concern him. One of few conflicts he'd be willing to get involved in as he stands to gain nothing from the Telephoroi's potential success.

Uncommon Rumors

"His desires for the status quo do not coincide with the goal, and that is okay for now. Although if a decision must be made, I hope he chooses." - Nefelibata (Fellow Ascian)

"Having first met him, I'll admit a certain part of me felt...yearning. A friendship long since lost. I may not understand it fully, but.. I feel better knowing I've made a true companion anew, to reunite with a distant familiar feeling" - Quil Fetcher

Public Rumors

"Perhaps give him his privacy! I'd fret to think what others might be saying about him, mm? And what he might to do those that talk too much." - Belhira Genadi

"I still don't get that damn book. Conjuring stuff and being all fancy with that stupid fancy quill. Ugh! I still think he's hiding something from me....ain't too keen on that." - Verdy "The Girl In The Purple Hat" Taylor

"He's a bit've a smarmy prig when ye first meet 'im, an' a bit've smarmy prig when ye get t' know 'im too. But a good sort've prig, one ye c'n call a friend when ye really get down t' it." - V'tiqa Tia

Gposes

Art

• Art by Lenamo

• Art by Baprima

• Art by Ateliz