THE CHARACTER
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*Name: Felix
*Gender: Male
*Species: Human
*Rank and/or Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary
*Residence: His ship, The Gliding Ray
Age: 29
Personality: As arrogant and vain as they come, Felix is a firm believer in beauty, and believes that beauty should be incorporated into virtually aspect of his life, and so strives to surround himself with beautiful things constantly, praising cleanliness and form.
Appearance: Felix simply cannot stand to be seen in anything less than the most fashionable clothing available, dedicating much of his earnings to keeping his extensive wardrobe up to date. His hair is naturally black, but he keeps it dyed silver, a move which often compliments his various outfits (he has been known to change his hair colour to match the fashions of the time). He has naturally refined and angular features, giving him an almost elfin quality about him, and is a very slim person.
Background: I’ve yet to think one up, but I’m sure I can develop it if need be during RP.
Anything else you'd like to add? Lives aboard his ship, The Gliding Ray, a ship designed to be luxurious inside while still fast and functional on the outside, relatively small compared to most other ships, it still has a bedroom, wardrobe and kitchen/dining room as well as cockpit and cargo bay.
Felix is also very talented with firearms, adept at using one or two pistols, rifles, or any other form of weapon (although he generally refuses to use heavy weapons), often working in concepts of beauty and grace into his fighting styles; Felix often loves to look good, even when carrying out his contracts.
The fire fight had been shorter than first anticipated, with all five of Felix’s target’s escort going down rather easily; apparently they hadn’t thought to wear any armour, a move which Felix was sure they regretted the moment he had started shooting. Felix stepped over the body of one of his target’s bodyguards, shooting the still writhing form of another as he made his way over to the whimpering human, Felix’s blaster resting lazily on his shoulder as he took a moment to brush his lapel.
“You know, darling, you really should find a new designer for those awful outfits you had your guards wear.” Felix sighed, looking momentarily over his shoulder at the five forms strewn across the room behind him.
“I mean, if you’re going to have an escort you should always ensure it’s a glamorous escort!” he continued, crouching down and lowering his shades, smiling a brilliant white smile as he straightened up again.
“But then I suppose you wouldn’t know much about looking good, not with that ensemble anyway.” He sniffed, looking over the wretched woman’s formal dress. He couldn’t help but notice she’d completely forgotten to take into account accessorising, something which was simply unforgivable. The woman could only give a little sob in response.
“Are you even listening to me? I’m trying to help you, you know!” Felix asked, before lowering his blaster and firing off one controlled shot, causing the sobs and whimpers to stop. Shaking his head slowly, he turned away from his quarry, stopping to wipe some blood of his shoe on one of the bodyguards.
“Some people are just so vulgar.”
