Name: Felix Jaeger
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Lethlian
Skills: Felix is a bard. He is both a story teller and musician.
He has some minor swords skills as in this time a traveler needs to be able to protect himself, but he would be easily beaten by a skilled opponent.
Weapon: Longsword and Dagger
Personality: Felix enjoys a good joke, and sees most of the word as merely inspiration for his work. He is an artist, so he tends to look at the world from a outside perspective. He loves stories and so spends a lot of his time trying to figure out people around them and their stories, in fact, he takes personal enjoyment in discovering everything about someone. It is his strange outside perspective though that makes it hard for him to get close to someone. He sings about love, but has never experienced it. He has written about sorrow, but has never experienced it... He would never admit it, but it is a void in his soul.. one that he hopes his art can someday fill.
Bio: Felix was born an orphan. He never had parents, didn't know them, nor does he care to now. The orphanage was... a horrible pace. No matter if the call Lethlian the place of light, the mere thought makes Felix smile. He and the other children were raised by a local gang who had a hard fist. They made the boys go out and steal, or when they were older they joined the gang. The girls at a young age were taught to sew and create items the gangs would than sell than once older... they worked the streets at night.
It was the world Felix was raised in. The gang discovered his singing talent and used him to stand on the corners of the street to sing and play instruments for change... It was not the life a child should have. If children fought, they were beaten and some were never seen again. In order to survive Felix withdrew into himself. He cut off emotions to the world, and put himself entirely into his music... for what else could he do?
At 16, he ran away after an... incident. He wandered around the land singing for money... a strange cycle. He taught himself how to read, educating himself and purchasing books with what little money he had. He loved to hear stories, and loved even more to tell them. The world had grown boring, according to Felix, without any true trouble.. what was there to write? He wanted to be like the great authors of old, writing a story so great that someday a boy like him would read it and wonder... Thats why he was happy when the war broke out. Imagine the stories of glory, tragedy, death, love, hatred, and sorrow that could be wrote! all so wondrous, too wondrous. With all this new material he doesnt know where to write, so he is looking for inspiration.