Race: "I got a bit o' cat in me, tha's for sure. But I'm mostly human. What? You gotta problem with tha'?" (Cat/Human Mix)
Appearance: "I'm just expressin' myself. Life ain't fun without color."
Fel really likes bright clothing. He generally wears a white-ish gray overcoat over his regular trousers and shirt. Fel has a multitude of vibrant scarves that he wears. His fingers are slender, and his nails are long and sharp. If you look closely, you'll notice that he has pointed fangs. His eyes are a gold shade that clearly reflect his non-human parentage. A few scars adorn his back and shoulders, and he has a bite-shaped scar on his left arm. Fel's hair is auburn and shaggy, with a few beads strung in for good measure.
Role: Cook
Age: 28
Bio: His mother was a prostitute who worked in one of the shadier shipping-port islands. Fel never knew his father, though his mother did enjoy cursing about him. (Hence his last name. "Waters" was the default surname for all bastards in that port. Suffice to say, there were many with that last name.) He spent his youth running amok through the city, causing mischief and trouble. His childhood wasn't too difficult, compared to many others in the city. His mother did love and provide for him, though they were far, far from wealthy. He quickly learned the ins-and-out of the criminal world; who to avoid, where to gather information, and how to escape notice. His best friend was the nimble thief, Nee Quick-Hands. The duo was inseparable, and closer than siblings. Fel's mother, Violet, often called Nee her second child.
One day, when Fel was fourteen, the duo bit off more than they could chew. Nee had unknowingly stolen coins from a high-ranking member of the Neptune Federation. To spare his best friend, Fel took the blame for the incident. Due to skill, luck, and mostly luck, Fel managed to escape custody. Somehow, he ended up on a small pirate ship run by an scraggly old man named Captain Batters. After much begging, the cook agreed to take Fel as her apprentice. Under Bertha the Big Boned, Fel learned how to make surprisingly good food. Actually, he learned how to make excellent food. For almost a decade, Fel traveled the world with the small crew of the Floating Pig, learning skills, languages, and bad habits from the members on the ship.
But calamity struck when the Neptune Federation caught the ship. After an overwhelmingly one-sided battle, the Federation managed to sink the small ship. Now in chains for the second time, it seemed like his luck had finally run out. Thankfully for Fel, that wasn't to be so. Galeon had attacked the patrol ship Fel had been stuck in, allowing him to escape. It took a while, but Fel eventually found work againâbut this time on Galeon's ship. A few months after his employment on the Broken Trident, Fel came across a scraggly old shape-shifting mutt. (Oddly, the dog could change his color, but nothing else. Magic manifested in strange ways.) Because the blasted dog wouldn't leave him alone, Fel brought it onto the ship. He named the dog Batters, in honor of his old captain. Not long after that, he found a wimpy, half-drowned kitten. Despite her being nothing like his old mentor, Fel named her Bertha. Currently, he's traveling the world with his new crew, always ready to help with a hot meal.
Personality: Cheerful, brash, and talkative, Fel generally looks to the bright side of life. Although quite lazy and sardonic at times, he's also quite loyal. He prefers running to fighting, and he has a soft heart that gets him into trouble sometime. Fel's not afraid to speak his mind, though he's quite a good flatterer. He's not very good at resisting mortal temptations, and he has a weakness to milk, fish, and beer. Flirtatious and flippant, Fel isn't very good with authority. He loves talking about his self and others. His gossip-gathering skills and natural tendency to make friends make him quite good at getting information.
Magic: "Magic? Well, I got somma that. Not lots, but I can make a fire to cook stew. My eyes, ears, an' nose are super good, too. Can't do much than tha', though." He has mild proficiency with fire, but almost none with anything else. His senses are supernaturally heightened.
Skills:
- Cooking: He's a master cook. Fel can make basically anything taste good
- Lying: Fel's pretty good at bluffing his way out of a situation.
- Gambling: For some reason, luck is always on his side when he gambles.
- Singing: He can sing pretty well. His voice is a bit husky, but he can definitely carry a tune.
- Climbing: His supernatural sense of balance allows him to scale basically anything. Fel loves high places.
- Escaping: Whether because luck or something else, Fel can easily get out of tight situations.
Weapons/Gear:
- Daggers: He's fairly proficient with the various daggers he has hidden in various places. He's no expert, but he can hold his own.
- Frying pan: Never underestimate the power of frying pans. They can be deadly blunt weapons.
- Rope: Rope can help in almost any situation. Seriously.
- Nails: His nails are super sharp and super though. They really help in a fight.
