Well, being as my eye was recently displayed a few rounds ago in the Eye Game, I suppose it is only fitting I post a picture of myself, too...and unlike the last picture of myself that was posted, you will actually see more than simply my dead profile.
Yes, that does mean I have since been resurrected, but what do you expect of a phoenix?
In any case, these are the most recent pictures I have of myself, taken at my aunt's house during the annual Christmas Eve party, attended by our extended family. A word or two about the pictures: first, my hair is usually
not that tame...generally, it looks more like a mop, or so I'm told; secondly, that gold trinket I have hanging around my neck actually has the image of a phoenix engraved on it (what else would you expect?)...unfortunately, that image was too blurred to salvage from the pictures.
That would be me receiving my book on the human psyche (a gift from my aunt) from "Santa" (that is to say, my uncle's brother

). I find that Santa gets ever more perverse as the years drag on...or perhaps it's just that every year I comprehend them ever more.

Most likely, it's a combination of the two...
A crop of myself from the (nuclear) family picture; the hair in the mirror would be that of my dear mother. The light on my right side (the picture's left) comes from the reflection of the flash, which was caught in the picture...
...we may have several people in our family (as it is quite large), but I never said any of them were photogrophers!
That picture is actually buried someplace in the Eye Game thread, too (for me page 19, but I maximize posts per page so mileage may vary).
So there you go, the mysterious enigma known as The Fallen Phoenix has been revealed at last. I might post one or two pictures in a few days, but do not count on it; I do not intend to post any more pictures for quite some time (if at all). Very rarely do they ever come out that well...granted, it's not as if I have all that many pictures to choose from (I actually do not have all that many pictures of myself, and even less of respectable quality).