Description
Name: Felix Octavian
Titles: Emporer of the Night, The Infected Prince, Death's Right Hand
Race: Vampiric Entity
Age: ~600
Looks: mid 20s
Height: 6'
ThemeStrengths: Ability to withstand many things that most vampires can not and overall power.
Weaknesses: The need to constantly fuel his incredible power and fear of godly warriors.
Personality
To Strangers:
People who have just met Felix usually take him as a very gentle and refinded man. Many rogues and roughians may not actually like him right off the bat for he seems like the kind of person who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, others wil lsee him as he wishes to be seen, charasmatic, wise, and very graceful.
To Friends:
If you are to get on his good side, which is likely, then you will receive gifts, fine wines, superbly crafted swords, or jewels, depending on your desires. However, be expected to be asked favors of increasing difficulty, Felix enjoys testing people and seeing what their limits are.
To Enemies:
It will be your choice to be an enemy, Felix doesn't really seem to care to be hostile to anyone. Unlike many in the multiverse, Felix does not pursue his enemies and hunt them mericilessly or anything of the sort. That is just simply not his desire.
Overall:
All-in-all, Felix Octavian seems to be a peaceful, noble gentleman. He chooses to show he has wealth but not flaunt it and help out a friend if they are willing to prove themselves worthy. On the inside, deep within his heart, is blackness which drives him to see how people react to different things. To torture one without causing physical harm is the greatest of pasttimes.
Equipment
AbilityCreature of the Night: As a vampiric entity, Felix has obtained all powers of the generic vampire and barely any of the weaknesses. He is stronger, faster, and heals quicker then any human, plus his senses are incredible.
Dawn's Touch: A very majestic rapier that Felix keeps at his side most of the time. It is made of very lightweight, very durable materials and its tip can pierce most armor without a problem.
Dusk's Eye: Even though usually coverd by the glove, the right hand of the Infected Prince has a strange, parasitic looking creature attached to it. On the palm of Felix's hand is what looks like a dark, glowing purple eye. This eye can absorb life force of any kind by Felix getting close and pointing the eye at the target. This is his equivilent of a vampire's fangs.
Midnight's Lies: Possibly the favored ability of Felix. The target is warped into a false reality of torture. It is simply a mental attack like any other, although the result of the target becoming insane or anything of the such is very very miniscule. This is simply done through Felix's gaze, although eye contact is the best way to use Midnight's Lies to full ability.
So begins...
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Outside a very well decorated carriage pulls up, the driver has a cloth draped over his head and something like a butler suit on. The horses, both solid white with a grand display of golden decor on them as well, neigh loudly and come to a stop. The driver gets down opens the door and from the carriage. The man stepping out looks about 23 or 24 with blonde hair down to his upper back and incredibly fine clothing. His right hand is wrapped in white cloth like it has been wounded. The driver bows and steps back as the man gives a little nod and kind smile before walking into the bar. The driver pulls clambers back up and the carriage rolls away. Inside the bar, this young man seems a little lost but is still smiling.
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Felix Octavian slowly moved forward very slowly, his yellow-gray eyes seemingly dead but at the same time, so much life, so vibrant. He carried himself, back straight and chin up a little bit, to the bar where he sat on one of the bar stools. The young man kept his little smile but never once so much as glimpsed at any of the other souls here. "Chardonnay please... And two glasses..."
Felix Octavian put a few golden coins on the table and poured the rich chardonnay into the two glasses. "Girl... could you please come here?" He motioned to Flandre without ever looking at her. Felix took up one of the glasses and tilted it back, drinking a very miniscule amount before setting it back down. It was only now he swivvled around, his golden hair bobbing this way and that.
Felix Octavian sat for a bit and admired the crystals at the girl's two sides. "What is your name little lady?" He asked with a faint smile, his hands folded as well as his legs in a gentleman fashion. Felix did not really give time for much of a response before continuing on, "I am Octavian, Falix Octavian actually..." He stood and gave a grand bow like they noblemen do in movies.
Felix Octavian sits back on his stool, "Of course you are... Of course you are," He motioned to the stool next to him and pushed the second glass over to in front of the seat. The bandaged hand seem to jump very slightly and Felix glanced down quickly and massaged his palm. "Fencing injury, I knew I shouldn't have had that second round," He smiled and laughed a tad ackwardly.
Felix Octavian chuckled and made a little hand gesture as if to wave away a fly, "Oh it's something rich snobs love to do to act as if they have some skill with a sword," The man picked up the glass and laughed once more, this time much softer, before taking a drink. "So child, tell me... How old are you? I mean the truth," He smiled a white toothed bright smile, his yellow-gray eyes sparkled slightly. This was the reflection of some fairytale hero. All he needed was some grand story about how he fought off a dragon or giant to defend a village to complete it.
Felix Octavian nodded and said softly, "A bit older then expected actually..." He put a finger on his chin and looked back at the girl as she asked the question. "Oh you mean rich snobs? Oh we do all sorts of things like paint or play polo and we swim in our pools. It is sick really. So many people with so much money and they do not so much as put a dime towards helping the less fortunate," He swirled the glass and took another sip, "Oh and they drink lots and lots of wine," His golden hair blocked Flandre from seeing his eyes for a moment.
Felix Octavian grinned and spoke rather calmly, "Oh! Rich people just love to lie! That is the favorite of all past times," He drank the last drops of the wine and sat the empty glass down, "Do we play hide and go seek? Hmm... Well I suppose so, as a child it was my favorite after tag. Tag was always fun had by all," Felix sat back and twiddled his thumbs, "And no you are not that old. You are certainly older then most my friends...but not that old," For a good minute Felix simply looked from one crystal to the other and then poured himself more wine, "This sister... Tell me more about her,"
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"Ok I apologize, my mistake," He touched his chest with his left hand and rolled his eyes as if to say 'how stupid of me'. "Some of hide, yes. Not for game's sake though," Felix leaned back slightly, "So your sister tells you to hide. Are you hiding now? Just from her or everyone because if it the latter, I must say, you need practice,"
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Felix Octavian patted the girl's shoulder and spoke in a soothing tone, "Oh of course not. Your sister is probably proud that you were brave enough to come out on your own!" He sat back a little. This girl was not at all how he had imagined her, much more scared and childlike. His right jumped again and he frowned, this time giving it squeeze with his left hand. Well if she was as powerful as he was informed it would be worth it in the end.
Felix Octavian chuckled and put on a smile, there was a writhing pain in his hand that quickly taking his arm by storm. It felt like spikes being driven slowly through him. "No... Not exactly..." So her powers were showing? She could hear heartbeats, "I am parasitic in nature but as you see-" He smiled brightly, no fangs were in his mouth, "I am without the same great blood stealing instruments," Felix finally drove back the pain and was able to give a sigh of relief, "So your sister beats you does she?" Great, he thought, all the easier, "That doesn't sound very kind,"
Felix Octavian laughed and adjusted himself, a tad bit uncomfortable but wouldn't show it, "I never had fangs Flandre," He chuckled, "And I do not drink blood either. It is... just not my cup of tea," After she had let go and Felix had readjusted himself to be comfortable he spoke again, "I would just adore to meet your sister," Felix could feel his hand pulse at the name of such a powerful being.
Felix Octavian touched the top of Flandre's head, "Well what if Remilla was the one that sent me then? Sent me to...tell you she wants you to have friends?" He smiled brightly, this was all too easy. "Tell me... what would you say to that?" Felix sat back, his hands folded and legs crossed.
Felix Octavian thought for a bit, "Anna hm? Well then..." He stood up and took the glass up too, "What if she were to... fall ill? Just hypothetically of course," He started to drink slowly. "Would your sister send me then?"
Felix Octavian leaned over until his nose was almost to hers, "Because Miss Scarlet, I have some very unfinished business with your sister," His hand seemed to spasm slightly and twisted strangely. "And it seems to be becomeing very urgent business. Unless you wish to take her place. I'm sure you're old enough to handle it,"
Felix Octavian closed his eyes, his face looking like it was holding back an outburst of some sort. However, soon he simply opened his bright eyes and smiled, "Well... If you do not want me to die. You need to simply hold a business meeting with me. You see..." He started to unwrap his right hand, "It is true you might not be old by your race's standard but you are old enough I suppose... Or at least powerful enough," The bandages fell to the floor revealing a sort of strange sort of purple and black flesh wrapped around his hand. In his palm was a bright glowing purple light, inside that was a small pupil which looked this way and that.
Felix Octavian simply plopped back in his seat. "Look... I know this is all really strange to you and that it is really terrifying... But..." He sighed and drooped his head with a long sigh, "You must be brave. You must be strong," Felix looked up with a sort of dimmer sparkle in his eye now. "You know that weak feeling you get when you go for a good month without food?" It was obvious this man was simply starving and had been hiding it. Now it was obvious, the purple eye in the mass of the strange flesh on his hand was looking all around. "I'm not going to hurt you but you have to tell me where your sister is..."
Felix Octavian chuckled slightly. "Well... They were right about you? I was hoping for a simple question and answer," He sighed and the strange creature-like growth on his right hand kept moving around, like a snake with many tails that was squeezing the life from his arm, "I'm not a bad person any more than you are..." Felix stood, his eyes on the floor.
Felix Octavian smirked and gave a single 'hehe' "Yeah ok kid. You do that but first... Let me tell you a little secret, that's what else us rich snobs like doing, telling secrets," Felix cracked his neck as the two locked eyes, "You're sister... She's going to beat you for escaping, maybe even kill you... You remember those beatings well I guess and if not you're repressing them. Oh well... Only a matter of time 'till she finds you,"
Felix Octavian crosses his arms and mumbles to himself, "Figures... You know your sister is cunning, that she is," He prepared stuck his hand out, the eye looking around madly and then it seemed to 'see' Flandre and focussed, "I really have no pleassure in what is about to occur you do know that righT?"
