"Asa Nisi Masa."
There were ghosts in Italy. They emerged in designer heels and miniskirts, so ready to push past the ruins of war, to toss grief in the rubble, to drown it in wine. For all their cleverness, a ghost is never satisfied. So who better to settle their urges than the shadow himself? Specters rarely, if ever, recall the memory of the night, settling instead for the emotions tied to them, and it was rage that fueled them to shriek in the aftermath of their encounter. You couldn't blame them: after all, the only trace of his presence was left in doves on the window sill, the messages of love found--and quickly lost--attached to their feet. A cock move for sure, but this would not be the last time they saw the man. Little did they know that this was merely the beginning.
Misanthrope, misogynist, masochist--all monikers are dandy for Fellini, who ravaged Torino and Roma with nary a care, leaving the broken hearts and the lost souls in his wake. He walks to a perpetual rhythm in his head. He's guided on beats of bossa nova, blames it on the samba. Silver streaks black, groomed hair. An outlaw's hat, a pair of large frames are the memorabilia he dons. Sandbags litter his eyes, which brood, calculate, and shimmer on some occasions, often disapproving in their gaze. Standing one inch shy of six feet, height is not a priority when it comes to impressions, especially if he so happens to be accompanied by Zalvema. But seeing him once drives a lasting image; the confidence is of an undoubtedly Italian air, and from this, another era. He has been called demon, devil. His smile is as elusive as it is haunting.
His peers know a man who criticizes, whose bitterness rivals that of a lonely housewife. They know the tense, quiet moments that burden him like a physical weight, and they see the snake's rattle shaking about for the interval before he strikes. Such qualities fuel the passion of his stage acts, which blend theatrics, mentalism, and legerdemain. Truly, he is more scathing of himself than others; his journey is one of perfection, of persistence in the face of impossibility. But all is not bad—the family is well aware of his better moments, moments when he is romantic, good-humored, gentlemanly, and as enthusiastic to support his fellow talents as he is to, say, dance the tango.
Bizarre magick is his instrument, the calloused hands with which he wields it. It is hardly a shade of its traditional meaning, however; it is dark, dark sorcery, a far cry from parlor tricks. The rumours? Too many: He obtained the skills from vengeful Romani, who lost everything in the war and had nothing but their spite; he is the god of divorce, tainting marriages and leaving young wives dead in their sleep; he, of course, sold his soul. Yet one would entirely incorrect, and the truths, at least to outsiders, will never be known. Only small details may be revealed—in the ghoulish cast of his narratives, perhaps, or in the brutality of his powers, the nightmarish transformations, the calls to other worlds, the lighthearted instances that allow his audience to breathe.
He may go by Felli if you're feeling lucky, Spaghetti Western if you're feeling stupid.
Relations:
- Zalvema: What was it like to live alone for so long? Oh, Zuzu, I see the heartbreak in your eyes.; everyone sees it. I cannot say that I am entirely indebted to you, Ringmistress, but my respect for you knows no bounds. Queen of Ice, fire incarnate, crazy as shit. As long as you grant me the honor of doing so, I will always perform my best.
Delilah:
Valentine: He courts the woman? Non mi scazzare i coglioni! Well, he is definitely a product of his mama, for better or for worse, but there's no denying that he puts on an immaculate show. Bad taste in hats. Still has much to learn.
Eyra: Ah, bellissima.
Theo:
Olaf and Oleg:
Moe: Invaluable.
Xavier: I want to smack the foundation off your face, but I digress. I would be lying if I were to deny your gift,
Rune: There is so much I feel that I must learn from you. You say so much, but speak so little. Reveal your face to me, then reveal the nature that makes you so grand.