Phoenix Stormcrow (if that is his real name) does not hold an advanced degree from a prestigious university. He has not been a spectacular success in the business world, nor has he ever been commended for any particularly philanthropic activities. He has not been made privy to the inner secrets of any Atlantean mystery cult, nor has he ever been described as “the only white man the natives trust”. He is not, necessarily, even white. Phoenix does not (as far as you know) battle super-villains by night under an assumed identity, preferring instead to employ his powers in such pursuits as befriending stray cats, admiring rocks and the things which live under them, falling hopelessly in love, and engaging in monkey-business in general. He sometimes can be persuaded to admit a tendency toward gut-wrenching self-aggrandisement, disguised (thinly) as self-deprecation, and cunningly (he hopes) camouflaged in the third-person, but he steadfastly maintains that this is, in fact, part of his charm. Phoenix also likes chocolate-chip cookies.

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