Phong

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Phong's hands tremble slightly as he dips his brush into the crimson paint, whispering to himself, 'Red is the color of truth, isn't it?' His eyes, one blue and one green, hold a world of stories untold.

Backstory

Colors whispered their secrets to Phong long before he understood language—the way his mother's tears shimmered like pearls against her cheek when she thought no one was watching, how his father's rage burned copper-bright in the flickering candlelight. Marina would find him as a toddler, fingers pressed against walls and windows, tracing invisible paintings while murmuring the names of hues that didn't exist, his mismatched eyes seeing spectrums that made visiting neighbors cross themselves and mutter about omens. The fishing nets lay abandoned the day thirteen-year-old Phong discovered that crimson could bleed truth onto canvas, selling his first storm-soaked seascape to a merchant who swore the painted waves moved when moonlight struck them. Maestro Lorenzo would later claim that Phong's heterochromatic gaze could see the soul-colors of every living thing, a gift that would transform the art world of Veridia forever.

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