Below that he wears what is called, should one be familiar with historical dress, a tuxedo. The tux jacket is a bit shorter than tradition. The hem at the back is level over his tail, curving around and upwards on the front, meeting together about two inches higher in front, in a sharp peak. The material of the garment appears to be a smooth, silken fibre-optic weave. The fabric shifts colour constantly in random fractal patterns, wandering the whole spectrum of visible light, even into infrared and ultraviolet. On the back are fine seams that let his expansive, but unobtrusive wings move freely.
Further down, he wears a knee-length loincloth instead of trousers, made of the same brilliant material that matches patterns and colour with the jacket, flowing and shimmering brilliantly. It begins a scant inch or less above his genetalia, which bulge out the thin fabric just a little. The loincloth also creates a short expanse of flesh between the hem of the tuxedo and where it begins, framing the bulge of the dragon's Bonobian 'gland'. The loincloth is held on by a strap of translucent plastic that wraps around his hips and loops once around his tailbase. He wears nothing in the back, his tail all that provides modesty over his smooth rump. His hide looks like, and would feel like soft, fine leather.
Clear crystal sandals sheathe his digitigrade foot-talons up to his backwards-pointing ankles, and the rest of his legs and thighs are bare. Carried at his side is a black crystal walking stick, entirely for effect. The ink-dark obsidian rises to a brilliant, smooth, spherical red gemstone cradled in an ornate, coupling pair of gold dragons, peaked by a tiny, smooth pyramid of black plastic-metal and silver circuit-patterns.
The environment was a warm, educational, eudaimonic one, which promoted developing individual strengths and interests into skills that could be put to productive use. He was taught early on about using the Mess's instantiator systems, and so hardly thinks much of them anymore. At the creche, Phoenix developed an affinity for bioengineering and biotechnology after becoming curious as to why his friend Taran, a mechanically inclined wingless draconid, looked so much like him and yet was so different at the same time. While the biological aspects of reproduction had long been second nature to him, he took it upon himself to investigate the problem of why they were all different, despite having come out of the same decanting process. As a result, some years later, he came out of the creche with an advanced understanding of genetailoring, biotechnology and bioengineering.
After he left the creche, at about age twenty four, having donated some of his time to the creche upbringing himself, he moved into the perpetually booming biotech industry in Bottom, developing drugs, biological toys, and other gadgetry. The mechanical knowledge for this came from his friend Taran, which had gone off into more hard-tech aspects of engineering.
Through his contacts in the biotech industry, Phoenix eventually encountered a devout bunch of hedonists, quite set on taking the more organic way of promoting pleasure. He joined this little group, and offered his services for improving the gland they'd been experimenting with. Phoenix has remained with the Bonobians to this day, and as one of the eldest members, serves as a sort of diplomat and representative for the faction.
He's looking to explore the mind more, too; physical pleasure is something he's fairly well versed in, but beyond simple sex (as far as simple sex goes in Bottom), he has little experience in trancedental forms of sexuality, mindfucks, and so on. He's also shy.