Name: Felice Rosenthal

Nickname: Rose

Gender: He calls himself male.

Age: 22 (In reality Felice is only the equivalent of about 5 and a half years old, having been born on February 29th.)

Skills: Thanks to his years of intensive training, Felice is an expert in the martial art of Savate, which goes hand-in-hand with his training as a gymnast.

Past: Born to Dieter and Katalina Rosenthal a month before his due date, Felice had gone until he was 20 without knowing that his would-be fraternal twin sister was fused with him shortly after conception—that is, he's a chimera to the medical world. Because of this phenomenon, he has active genetic traits from both himself and the twin despite being only one person. He most notably has heterochromia, one color from his mother and one from his father, among other details he'd rather kill someone over before disclosing. Dieter and Katalina decided not to have any more kids after Felice, considering him a miracle and leaving him an only child.

He was frequently picked on by other boys in school because of his name and how he looked and talked, too, leading Felice to take up martial arts in middle school when the bullying had gotten physical. (Annoyingly, the dojo teaching the martial art in question also required its members to be in a gymnastics program, but it's ultimately benefited him.) It wasn't long before the bullying had all but ceased, at least within earshot of him.

Ever since early high school Felice has been using those two programs to gain a sort of advantage. He formed and led a martial arts club, and earned a four-year scholarship to a good college, which he'd been attending for a year now. For some reason, the college required a mostly thorough examination for his entry, which included a blood test. Because he carried both male and female sets of DNA, the sample taken (as well as other more evident reasons such as his appearance) had stuck him in the women's dormitories against his protests. He remains in the now-renovated dorms this year as well, taking care of school while working with middle and high-schoolers as a martial art instructor at a nearby community center.

Appearance: At 5' 3", Felice can really only be described as... "petite". He has a slender figure throughout, dainty hands and feet, and a feminine face with hardly a shred of masculinity. While he could blame it on his chimerism nowadays, his own personal genes had a play in his growth as well. He also has very pale, porcelain-like skin, and has to carry an umbrella (read: parasol) or a sunhat around on most days. As mentioned before, Felice also has heterochromia. His right eye is hazel; his left eye is light blue, though the blue eye has darkened specks scattered through it that look nearly violet regardless of the lighting. Aside from having an expectedly very feminine voice, Rose's parents (the only people to call him Rose for most of his life) refused to have his white hair cut short, so it currently reaches to his waist in short, wide waves. Since he couldn't really imagine himself with short hair after so long, Felice kept it long. Lastly, he has a sort of light outward curve to his chest instead of it simply being flat or pecs like other guys.

He mostly wears clothes that lightly hug his frame (baggy clothes are too big for him, and don't help him much at all), but he's otherwise forced to shop in the women's sections, as those have the only things that properly fit him.

Personality: After all the bullying and learning how to control his anger through martial arts, Rose is a very tolerant and rather enjoyable—even playful—person on the surface, not to mention a proper and eloquent gentleman should the need come up (even if people don't believe he is one). Instead of bottling his contempt, Felice exerts it as a savateur or drowns it out through some other method. Deep down though, despite not believing gods existed, he blames pretty much every existing god(dess) of fate for all his hardships, even ones he doesn't know. Finally, he's also not a romantic person, and rather dense in terms of picking up on someone's advances. (That is, it would take nothing short of "I'M HITTING ON YOU" to get him to realize that fact.)

Likes: Savate & gymnastics; he is debatably dependent on them as both anger and sanity management.

Dislikes: Anything related to him being girly, and the fact he has to tolerate the fact that he is.