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IC INFORMATION Characters Name: Phoenix Wright Age: 34 Canon: Ace Attorney Canon Point: Post Dual Destinies/AA5. I’m confident I can get around Holly Heights without spoiling anyone, however. Much. Species: Human Gender: Cismale Orientation: Women are probably a little more convenient, though I’d say Phoenix identifies as “I just don’t care”-sexual. Honestly after being a single dad for eight years he’d probably appreciate the help no matter who it was from lkjfklwr
Appearance:here u go-- wait wait, sorry, here it is. And since I already had something written up:
Phoenix has cleaned up a bit lately, a consistent clean shave for what’s probably the first time in seven years and sporting a very nice, proper blue suit with a fancy waistcoat and everything. His trademark spiky hair is very much the same (and all jet black, not a single gray hair despite what some prosecutors might try to insinuate, harrumph) although he’s let some of it loose on his forehead, likely an effect of his more laid back personality in his later years. He’s just under six feet tall with dark blue eyes, and is often smiling outside of the courtroom. When he’s smiling in the courtroom, he’s usually bluffing the crap out of his case. Or about to win. Either or.
Early in his career, Phoenix was pretty much a case of “what you see is what you get.” It was obvious in the way he ran his defense that he was wildly imaginative to the point of truly bizarre and fiercely determined to get his client acquitted of all charges. He believed in his clients very easily and to the utmost, happy to make promises of victory to them, even if his investigations began with a murder weapon covered in the defendant’s fingerprints, a witness who saw it happen, and a no-good defendant alibi to start off with. And that was, in fact, usually the case.
The thing is, Phoenix has every reason to believe in these people even when no one else will, because he’s been there before. He’s been on the losing side, he’s been on the side of the accused without anyone there to speak up for him. Pointing fingers, angry words – he experienced all of it as a child in a classroom trial wherein he played the role of the defendant, accused of theft. And while it may seem a trivial event to most people, for Phoenix it was one of the most defining moments of his life and served as part of the impetus into his career as a defense attorney. Never again would someone have to be subjected to the feeling of being utterly and completely alone, not if he could help it.
And despite many changes and tragedies in his life, Phoenix has not strayed from this one mission. He later took up Mia Fey’s philosophy regarding what an attorney must be for their client: the beacon of hope, one that always smiles and never cries until it’s all over. And in the middle of his career, he also adopted Miles Edgeworth’s values, that the only verdict worth receiving is one that reflects the truth, no matter how hard it is to bear. He took these philosophies and made them a part of who he is as a person, carried through the years even as his career in law fell apart. His continued, secret investigations into the truth of the circumstances regarding his disbarment, the mystery of his adopted daughter’s family, and that of one incredibly loud fledgling defense attorney show that Phoenix, true to form, has always been down, but never out.
Despite his generally positive attitude, however, Phoenix can be incredibly sardonic and, while he’s all about believing in people, he can be taken aback and be a little doubtful of people based on how they’re acting or what they look like. He’s always outwardly friendly (to a degree), preferring to keep his “oh my god I don’t want to know how your brain works” type of thoughts to himself. Typically these are people who would get an eyebrow raised in their direction anyway, but considering Phoenix’s usual entourage of spirit mediums with magical heirlooms, one would think he’d be a little more tolerant of the more eccentric of his witnesses and defendants. But ultimately, Phoenix is quick to count the good apples amongst his circle of friends – as evident by the continued appearances of a certain loud, Southern, and impatient camerawoman by the name of Lotta Hart. In fact, his continued friendship with childhood friend and manchild troublemaker Larry Butz says a lot regarding how much he can truly tolerate in a friendship, despite some of his more biting opinions.
Regarding his intelligence, Phoenix has been described as a genius by his friends, but he’s less book smart and more able to apply critical thinking skills to any situation. Seeing a situation from many angles is exactly what wins him his court cases, and he has a knack for recognizing patterns and deciphering what they might mean, for better or for worse. His active imagination tends to have him barreling forward in court and in sore need of a reminder of “yeah that’s great but where’s your evidence?” before he stops and backpedals considerably. But in the end, if his bluffs and notions turn out to be true, Phoenix is remarkably capable of explaining his theories and how the evidence and situation comes into play, patient and understanding of the, uh, respected judge of the courtroom. He’s quick to take notice of minute details that might fly over other peoples’ heads and it’s typically this attention to detail that saves the day in the end.
After losing his badge, Phoenix took on a decidedly different personality for the sake of his safety and that of his friends, as well. He preferred to be seen as a low-life, someone down on their luck and making no motions to change, and the kind of guy who takes nothing seriously – ultimately, the type of person Kristoph Gavin, the one responsible (and later proven) for ruining Phoenix’s career, would not consider a threat. Because of their phony “friends close, enemies closer” type of friendship, Phoenix had to appear completely innocuous while secretly conducting his own investigations into the events that cost him his badge, including what horrible deeds Kristoph was capable of just to cover the whole thing up.
Once Phoenix’s innocence regarding the accusations of forged evidence proven once and for all – and, more importantly, the threat of Kristoph Gavin eradicated – Phoenix was able to hold his head up high and return to his rightful place at the defense’s bench, even if it hadn’t been his intention to do so initially. Back in court, Phoenix is as determined and enthusiastic as ever, carrying on his almost superhuman ability to offer possibilities (aka, bluff) that could be disputed and proven and disproven until somehow, some crazy way, the truth would be brought to light. He has proven to be more mature and serious (… to an extent) in the courtroom, confident and inspiring to his numerous new colleagues in the field. The references he makes to poker matches in his dialogue prove that the last seven years are still fresh on his mind, but he’s still as sharp and ready to go as ever.
Outside of the courtroom, today’s Phoenix finds him much more outwardly lighthearted than he ever was in his younger days, happy to joke and tease. He’s no less passionate about the law, but his personality is considerably more laid back, likely thanks to seven years worth of careful nonchalance. In the end, Phoenix is the same person he always was, always had been no matter whether his occupation had him playing poker professionally in a dark basement or if he proudly wore proof of his rightfully reclaimed profession on a sharp blue lapel.
If the chips are stacked against you and no one’s willing to stand at your side, don’t you worry. Phoenix Wright will always be there, ready to smile until it’s all over.
Abilities: None per se, though Phoenix does carry an item – the Magatama – with him that allows him to see the “locks on peoples’ hearts,” in other words, when they are withholding a secret, information or feelings otherwise, and with this item, he also holds the power to undo those locks. Basically, don’t even try to lie around this guy when the Magatama is powered. He also has the unwavering ability to bluff his way out of almost anything. A n y t h i n g.
Other: As there are other crazy Ace Attorney peoples in the game, you are probably familiar with the game mechanic (special blue text like this to indicate thinkity thoughts.) I feel lost without replicating this mechanic in my arpeez, so I hope to still be able to use it here. Obviously anything in blue text cannot be heard by other characters (barring any tricksy psychics); I use them more for an insight into Phoenix’s true thoughts and motivations, as he typically keeps a lot of things close to the chest. For the sake of tidiness, I probably would not use this in a third person thread, but who knows!! The first person RP thread I linked below has plenty of examples, though I’m happy to supply more!
It’s kind of funny, really, that it doesn’t actually hit Phoenix that he’s standing in court until the first time he bangs his hands down on the defense bench to proclaim an objection to the witness’ testimony. All at once he realizes that the little pin on his lapel is actually his attorney’s badge returned to him, and his stretched out hands have to grip the bench for a moment, just a moment, while his suddenly apparent return to law sinks in.
But in a way, it makes perfect sense.
There are some people who believe Phoenix Wright never really left the court room, that he had so many ties to the institution that even in his disgrace, he still had a large influence amongst his peers and the prosecutors’ office – which wasn’t entirely accurate, despite his having enough credibility to pull some strings behind the scenes to get the short-lived by highly effective Jurist System into play. His triumphant return to law wouldn’t erase the fact that he’d been shut out and dismissed for seven long years, and the fact that he has a badge on his lapel now doesn’t make it any less apparent that not all of his fellow attorneys can manage to look him in the eye, for one reason or another. Some can’t handle the fact that his return has been celebrated, others are too embarrassed to admit that he was right all along, that they didn’t believe in him.
Really, it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before.
He did leave, though; there’s nothing he can do to recover those lost years aside from pour all of his energy into his subordinates, hope with all of his heart that they carry on his – no, carry on Mia Fey’s legacy and faith in her clients. All he can do is hope they recognize the importance of the truth versus their own personal agendas; he’ll joke and tease but in the end, these kids are all he’s got, and he won’t let them succumb to the growing darkness that looms over the court system.
His shock at being in a court room, defending again, has very little to do with the court room itself, that’s the funny thing. It’s just – this hasn’t changed from what he’s done for seven years. The locations are different, sure, but the deck of cards remains exactly as is. Phoenix’s hand is his court record, it’s his evidence, and he needs only to wait for the right moment to set his cards down on the table to strike the final blow. Calling a witness’ bluff is old hat, nothing new, and anyone who followed his career even before his disbarment would be able to easily argue that bluffing to the court isn’t exactly a brand new act for him, either. His poker face might not hold up too well in court, but ultimately –
My past is like my logic, straight and true. Nothing’s changed.
If Phoenix ever hopes to make a difference in this court system, it seems his future must run the same course.
“Mr. Wright? Were you just making noise or did you actually have an objection to make?” calls the judge, and oh—right. A courtroom really isn’t the best place for introspection, what a surprise.
Phoenix straightens, takes a small breath, and forces himself to relax. I guess even old veterans like me get trial jitters now and again. Chin up, Phoenix; this guy wouldn’t know the truth if it hit him square in the face.
“Apologies, Your Honor. Now, Mr. Showauf, would you mind repeating what you just said to the court? Specifically where you were when you supposedly saw the defendant strike the victim. … A-and please, this time, uh, maybe keep your shirt on?”
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phoenix wright ☞ ace attorney ☞ reserved
Player: Cori
Age: 26
Personal Journal:
Contact Info: uhhh /airs out plurk
Other Characters: N/A, fresh meat
IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Phoenix Wright
Age: 34
Canon: Ace Attorney
Canon Point: Post Dual Destinies/AA5. I’m confident I can get around Holly Heights without spoiling anyone, however. Much.
Species: Human
Gender: Cismale
Orientation: Women are probably a little more convenient, though I’d say Phoenix identifies as “I just don’t care”-sexual. Honestly after being a single dad for eight years he’d probably appreciate the help no matter who it was from lkjfklwr
History:
brace yourselvesoh my god I just read that we can link stuff instead OH MAN here is the nice tidy wiki and well hey here’s what I have typed up, though it hasn’t been updated for Dual Destinies yet.Appearance: here u go-- wait wait, sorry, here it is. And since I already had something written up:
Phoenix has cleaned up a bit lately, a consistent clean shave for what’s probably the first time in seven years and sporting a very nice, proper blue suit with a fancy waistcoat and everything. His trademark spiky hair is very much the same (and all jet black, not a single gray hair despite what some prosecutors might try to insinuate, harrumph) although he’s let some of it loose on his forehead, likely an effect of his more laid back personality in his later years. He’s just under six feet tall with dark blue eyes, and is often smiling outside of the courtroom. When he’s smiling in the courtroom, he’s usually bluffing the crap out of his case. Or about to win. Either or.
phoenix wright ☞ ace attorney ☞ reserved
Early in his career, Phoenix was pretty much a case of “what you see is what you get.” It was obvious in the way he ran his defense that he was wildly imaginative to the point of truly bizarre and fiercely determined to get his client acquitted of all charges. He believed in his clients very easily and to the utmost, happy to make promises of victory to them, even if his investigations began with a murder weapon covered in the defendant’s fingerprints, a witness who saw it happen, and a no-good defendant alibi to start off with. And that was, in fact, usually the case.
The thing is, Phoenix has every reason to believe in these people even when no one else will, because he’s been there before. He’s been on the losing side, he’s been on the side of the accused without anyone there to speak up for him. Pointing fingers, angry words – he experienced all of it as a child in a classroom trial wherein he played the role of the defendant, accused of theft. And while it may seem a trivial event to most people, for Phoenix it was one of the most defining moments of his life and served as part of the impetus into his career as a defense attorney. Never again would someone have to be subjected to the feeling of being utterly and completely alone, not if he could help it.
And despite many changes and tragedies in his life, Phoenix has not strayed from this one mission. He later took up Mia Fey’s philosophy regarding what an attorney must be for their client: the beacon of hope, one that always smiles and never cries until it’s all over. And in the middle of his career, he also adopted Miles Edgeworth’s values, that the only verdict worth receiving is one that reflects the truth, no matter how hard it is to bear. He took these philosophies and made them a part of who he is as a person, carried through the years even as his career in law fell apart. His continued, secret investigations into the truth of the circumstances regarding his disbarment, the mystery of his adopted daughter’s family, and that of one incredibly loud fledgling defense attorney show that Phoenix, true to form, has always been down, but never out.
Despite his generally positive attitude, however, Phoenix can be incredibly sardonic and, while he’s all about believing in people, he can be taken aback and be a little doubtful of people based on how they’re acting or what they look like. He’s always outwardly friendly (to a degree), preferring to keep his “oh my god I don’t want to know how your brain works” type of thoughts to himself. Typically these are people who would get an eyebrow raised in their direction anyway, but considering Phoenix’s usual entourage of spirit mediums with magical heirlooms, one would think he’d be a little more tolerant of the more eccentric of his witnesses and defendants. But ultimately, Phoenix is quick to count the good apples amongst his circle of friends – as evident by the continued appearances of a certain loud, Southern, and impatient camerawoman by the name of Lotta Hart. In fact, his continued friendship with childhood friend and manchild troublemaker Larry Butz says a lot regarding how much he can truly tolerate in a friendship, despite some of his more biting opinions.
Regarding his intelligence, Phoenix has been described as a genius by his friends, but he’s less book smart and more able to apply critical thinking skills to any situation. Seeing a situation from many angles is exactly what wins him his court cases, and he has a knack for recognizing patterns and deciphering what they might mean, for better or for worse. His active imagination tends to have him barreling forward in court and in sore need of a reminder of “yeah that’s great but where’s your evidence?” before he stops and backpedals considerably. But in the end, if his bluffs and notions turn out to be true, Phoenix is remarkably capable of explaining his theories and how the evidence and situation comes into play, patient and understanding of the, uh, respected judge of the courtroom. He’s quick to take notice of minute details that might fly over other peoples’ heads and it’s typically this attention to detail that saves the day in the end.
After losing his badge, Phoenix took on a decidedly different personality for the sake of his safety and that of his friends, as well. He preferred to be seen as a low-life, someone down on their luck and making no motions to change, and the kind of guy who takes nothing seriously – ultimately, the type of person Kristoph Gavin, the one responsible (and later proven) for ruining Phoenix’s career, would not consider a threat. Because of their phony “friends close, enemies closer” type of friendship, Phoenix had to appear completely innocuous while secretly conducting his own investigations into the events that cost him his badge, including what horrible deeds Kristoph was capable of just to cover the whole thing up.
Once Phoenix’s innocence regarding the accusations of forged evidence proven once and for all – and, more importantly, the threat of Kristoph Gavin eradicated – Phoenix was able to hold his head up high and return to his rightful place at the defense’s bench, even if it hadn’t been his intention to do so initially. Back in court, Phoenix is as determined and enthusiastic as ever, carrying on his almost superhuman ability to offer possibilities (aka, bluff) that could be disputed and proven and disproven until somehow, some crazy way, the truth would be brought to light. He has proven to be more mature and serious (… to an extent) in the courtroom, confident and inspiring to his numerous new colleagues in the field. The references he makes to poker matches in his dialogue prove that the last seven years are still fresh on his mind, but he’s still as sharp and ready to go as ever.
Outside of the courtroom, today’s Phoenix finds him much more outwardly lighthearted than he ever was in his younger days, happy to joke and tease. He’s no less passionate about the law, but his personality is considerably more laid back, likely thanks to seven years worth of careful nonchalance. In the end, Phoenix is the same person he always was, always had been no matter whether his occupation had him playing poker professionally in a dark basement or if he proudly wore proof of his rightfully reclaimed profession on a sharp blue lapel.
If the chips are stacked against you and no one’s willing to stand at your side, don’t you worry. Phoenix Wright will always be there, ready to smile until it’s all over.
phoenix wright ☞ ace attorney ☞ reserved
Other: As there are other crazy Ace Attorney peoples in the game, you are probably familiar with the game mechanic (special blue text like this to indicate thinkity thoughts.) I feel lost without replicating this mechanic in my arpeez, so I hope to still be able to use it here. Obviously anything in blue text cannot be heard by other characters (barring any tricksy psychics); I use them more for an insight into Phoenix’s true thoughts and motivations, as he typically keeps a lot of things close to the chest. For the sake of tidiness, I probably would not use this in a third person thread, but who knows!! The first person RP thread I linked below has plenty of examples, though I’m happy to supply more!
SAMPLES
First Person: [ happy bff fun times with the man who ruined his life (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ ]
Third Person:
It’s kind of funny, really, that it doesn’t actually hit Phoenix that he’s standing in court until the first time he bangs his hands down on the defense bench to proclaim an objection to the witness’ testimony. All at once he realizes that the little pin on his lapel is actually his attorney’s badge returned to him, and his stretched out hands have to grip the bench for a moment, just a moment, while his suddenly apparent return to law sinks in.
But in a way, it makes perfect sense.
There are some people who believe Phoenix Wright never really left the court room, that he had so many ties to the institution that even in his disgrace, he still had a large influence amongst his peers and the prosecutors’ office – which wasn’t entirely accurate, despite his having enough credibility to pull some strings behind the scenes to get the short-lived by highly effective Jurist System into play. His triumphant return to law wouldn’t erase the fact that he’d been shut out and dismissed for seven long years, and the fact that he has a badge on his lapel now doesn’t make it any less apparent that not all of his fellow attorneys can manage to look him in the eye, for one reason or another. Some can’t handle the fact that his return has been celebrated, others are too embarrassed to admit that he was right all along, that they didn’t believe in him.
Really, it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before.
He did leave, though; there’s nothing he can do to recover those lost years aside from pour all of his energy into his subordinates, hope with all of his heart that they carry on his – no, carry on Mia Fey’s legacy and faith in her clients. All he can do is hope they recognize the importance of the truth versus their own personal agendas; he’ll joke and tease but in the end, these kids are all he’s got, and he won’t let them succumb to the growing darkness that looms over the court system.
His shock at being in a court room, defending again, has very little to do with the court room itself, that’s the funny thing. It’s just – this hasn’t changed from what he’s done for seven years. The locations are different, sure, but the deck of cards remains exactly as is. Phoenix’s hand is his court record, it’s his evidence, and he needs only to wait for the right moment to set his cards down on the table to strike the final blow. Calling a witness’ bluff is old hat, nothing new, and anyone who followed his career even before his disbarment would be able to easily argue that bluffing to the court isn’t exactly a brand new act for him, either. His poker face might not hold up too well in court, but ultimately –
My past is like my logic, straight and true. Nothing’s changed.
If Phoenix ever hopes to make a difference in this court system, it seems his future must run the same course.
“Mr. Wright? Were you just making noise or did you actually have an objection to make?” calls the judge, and oh—right. A courtroom really isn’t the best place for introspection, what a surprise.
Phoenix straightens, takes a small breath, and forces himself to relax. I guess even old veterans like me get trial jitters now and again. Chin up, Phoenix; this guy wouldn’t know the truth if it hit him square in the face.
“Apologies, Your Honor. Now, Mr. Showauf, would you mind repeating what you just said to the court? Specifically where you were when you supposedly saw the defendant strike the victim. … A-and please, this time, uh, maybe keep your shirt on?”
OTHER
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