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falsecrown) wrote2025-09-26 06:54 pm
falsecrown) wrote2025-09-26 06:54 pm
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Name: Felix Faustus Yuchen
Age: Mid-twenties to late thirties
Occupation: Political hostage, politician, rebel
Summary: charming, spoiled, aimless hedonist desperately seeking his place in the world, only to discover that the world only wants him at his worst for the benefit of the crucial few. resentful of how he's only ever been a symbol, until he realizes he can use that for a cause greater than his own.
Backdrop: waves hands uh advanced global empire (roman) with a regency social setting
PERMISSIONS
Back-tagging: definitely fine with it! I tend to be on the slower side anyway. all I ask is that you shoot me a PM first for threads over a month old.
Fourthwalling: ok to characters who rely on it (she-hulk, deadpool, etc)
Threadhopping: if everyone in the thread is okay with it
Physical contact, affectionate or violent: yes! Felix will respond accordingly, affection for affection. And also violence, but while he's scrappy, he's not a fighter type.
Memes/PSLS: Open to assumed cr, other ocs, canon charas, and cross-medium!
Shipping: yes sure, to both M/M and M/F. Casual flirtation is always okay. For anything more, I prefer gen threads first to feel out our characters, especially on memes.
Smut: y! generally prefer cr build-up first unless we hash out details oocly. kink list pending
Triggers: detailed descriptions/references to wrist-cutting
IMPRESSIONS
Visual: Standing at 5'11'' (182cm), Felix is always clean-shaven and well-dressed with perfectly coiffed hair. He's clearly someone who cares about his appearance, whether as a rake of society or later as a politician in the public eye of the empire. After the assassination attempt, he has a variety of scars across his chest and stomach, along with one right below his collarbone
Aural: example. example two. he talks fast, and his vocab is appropriately stuffy for a noble. later, he drops the aristocratic manner of speech in order to speak more casually, and with a slight rasp to his voice as a side-effect from the poison.
Demeanor: mischievous, charming if he wasn't also kind of annoying about it, but overall seemingly harmless unless he's in one of his Moods. he makes his displeasure obvious as a youth, but he's better at hiding it as a politician. still charming when he has to be, at least.
Olfactory: the fragrance of Privilege, otherwise he doesn't wear heavy scents
MISC
Skills: He enjoys drawing and painting, specifically watercolors and sketching, singing, dancing, performing, reciting poetry. He does not enjoy, but is no less skilled in: hunting, shooting, combat, all the requisite military academy subjects he was made to learn, etc etc.
Born Yuchen, the only heir to Princess Anying's throne, Felix has always been a symbol. Back then, he'd been the ray of hope for a dying kingdom, a sign of perhaps better things to come. It had been an especially traumatic for Anying, who had given birth in a tent just hours before battle, and who had still gone out to fight with her son swaddled at her side. And thus, the Princess and her son would be inseparable, and he lived his early years in battlefields and barracks. The living flame, the soon to be fiery star of their once indomitable nation. Stories upon stories of what Yuchen represented, and little about the boy himself.
And yet if asked, Yuchen would have nothing to say. He remembers little of that part of his life, bits and snatches of his mother and even less about himself. The memories fracture around age six, when Princess Anying had taken Yuchen by the hand to the border between Gaul and Ember and slit her own throat, still on Ember soil. That had been two days after their official surrender, the last day of Yuchen's life, and the beginning of Felix's.
From then on, Yuchen shifted from a symbol of hope to one of grief. The nation Ember mourned him as readily as if he himself had died, instead of his mother. They would always remember him as their once shining prince, cruelly taken from their embrace, and never to be returned. (And if certain Ember elites were eager to cast off the influence of the royal family and start their own, well) And as for the boy himself, Felix was taken to the Gaul palace where he was baptized with the name Felix, granted the royal surname Faustus, and then tossed into the waiting arms of a kind yet ambitious Gaul family, eager to prime this symbol into one of their own. They would mold him in all the ways of the elite, raise him as high as he could go, and prove that anything and anyone can be transformed.
Which they did, to an extent. Arrogant in his manner and thoughtless in his privilege, Felix grew up into the quintessential bored noble, seemingly unmotivated by the idea of pride and country and far more interested in the pleasures available to him. And for a time Felix was the charming poster boy for all that was right (and wrong) with society, moving on from one scandal to the other, until made to pay for that privilege. First, in the form of an arranged marriage. And second, in the wake of a foolhardy bid for Ember independence, which culminated in the murder of the Gaul ambassador and the threat to his father's, Princess Anying's consort, life in recompense. After years of neither speaking or interacting with those from Ember, Felix agreed to the marriage in exchange for his father's life, a man he had no memories of and had never spoken to. He pleaded mercy on behalf of the Ember rebels, and from that moment on became the Prince of Ashes, mocked by the Embers as a puppet for the empire.
And yet, the brief period of concession won from that singular moment helped convince Felix of a new direction in his life. That he could do good even with what little he had, and that doing so would finally make him someone, not something. Felix, now a politician of the Empire, worked harder than anyone thought him capable of at playing the games the way they were meant to be played, only for his efforts to lead him to dead-ends, failure, and a brutal attempt on his life. Felix barely managed to survive, his reputation once again a symbol -- a symbol meant to be mourned by Gaul and Ember alike.
The near-death experience transformed him. It taught him that the game was never meant to be played the way he'd been playing. It taught him that every symbol has power and that power could be his for the taking, and that his life would never be truly his the way he once wanted it to be. Instead, it would be an instrument to a cause greater than his own.
Age: Mid-twenties to late thirties
Occupation: Political hostage, politician, rebel
Summary: charming, spoiled, aimless hedonist desperately seeking his place in the world, only to discover that the world only wants him at his worst for the benefit of the crucial few. resentful of how he's only ever been a symbol, until he realizes he can use that for a cause greater than his own.
Backdrop: waves hands uh advanced global empire (roman) with a regency social setting
PERMISSIONS
Back-tagging: definitely fine with it! I tend to be on the slower side anyway. all I ask is that you shoot me a PM first for threads over a month old.
Fourthwalling: ok to characters who rely on it (she-hulk, deadpool, etc)
Threadhopping: if everyone in the thread is okay with it
Physical contact, affectionate or violent: yes! Felix will respond accordingly, affection for affection. And also violence, but while he's scrappy, he's not a fighter type.
Memes/PSLS: Open to assumed cr, other ocs, canon charas, and cross-medium!
Shipping: yes sure, to both M/M and M/F. Casual flirtation is always okay. For anything more, I prefer gen threads first to feel out our characters, especially on memes.
Smut: y! generally prefer cr build-up first unless we hash out details oocly. kink list pending
Triggers: detailed descriptions/references to wrist-cutting
IMPRESSIONS
Visual: Standing at 5'11'' (182cm), Felix is always clean-shaven and well-dressed with perfectly coiffed hair. He's clearly someone who cares about his appearance, whether as a rake of society or later as a politician in the public eye of the empire. After the assassination attempt, he has a variety of scars across his chest and stomach, along with one right below his collarbone
Aural: example. example two. he talks fast, and his vocab is appropriately stuffy for a noble. later, he drops the aristocratic manner of speech in order to speak more casually, and with a slight rasp to his voice as a side-effect from the poison.
Demeanor: mischievous, charming if he wasn't also kind of annoying about it, but overall seemingly harmless unless he's in one of his Moods. he makes his displeasure obvious as a youth, but he's better at hiding it as a politician. still charming when he has to be, at least.
Olfactory: the fragrance of Privilege, otherwise he doesn't wear heavy scents
MISC
Skills: He enjoys drawing and painting, specifically watercolors and sketching, singing, dancing, performing, reciting poetry. He does not enjoy, but is no less skilled in: hunting, shooting, combat, all the requisite military academy subjects he was made to learn, etc etc.
History (CW: Suicide) (click to expand)
HISTORYBorn Yuchen, the only heir to Princess Anying's throne, Felix has always been a symbol. Back then, he'd been the ray of hope for a dying kingdom, a sign of perhaps better things to come. It had been an especially traumatic for Anying, who had given birth in a tent just hours before battle, and who had still gone out to fight with her son swaddled at her side. And thus, the Princess and her son would be inseparable, and he lived his early years in battlefields and barracks. The living flame, the soon to be fiery star of their once indomitable nation. Stories upon stories of what Yuchen represented, and little about the boy himself.
And yet if asked, Yuchen would have nothing to say. He remembers little of that part of his life, bits and snatches of his mother and even less about himself. The memories fracture around age six, when Princess Anying had taken Yuchen by the hand to the border between Gaul and Ember and slit her own throat, still on Ember soil. That had been two days after their official surrender, the last day of Yuchen's life, and the beginning of Felix's.
From then on, Yuchen shifted from a symbol of hope to one of grief. The nation Ember mourned him as readily as if he himself had died, instead of his mother. They would always remember him as their once shining prince, cruelly taken from their embrace, and never to be returned. (And if certain Ember elites were eager to cast off the influence of the royal family and start their own, well) And as for the boy himself, Felix was taken to the Gaul palace where he was baptized with the name Felix, granted the royal surname Faustus, and then tossed into the waiting arms of a kind yet ambitious Gaul family, eager to prime this symbol into one of their own. They would mold him in all the ways of the elite, raise him as high as he could go, and prove that anything and anyone can be transformed.
Which they did, to an extent. Arrogant in his manner and thoughtless in his privilege, Felix grew up into the quintessential bored noble, seemingly unmotivated by the idea of pride and country and far more interested in the pleasures available to him. And for a time Felix was the charming poster boy for all that was right (and wrong) with society, moving on from one scandal to the other, until made to pay for that privilege. First, in the form of an arranged marriage. And second, in the wake of a foolhardy bid for Ember independence, which culminated in the murder of the Gaul ambassador and the threat to his father's, Princess Anying's consort, life in recompense. After years of neither speaking or interacting with those from Ember, Felix agreed to the marriage in exchange for his father's life, a man he had no memories of and had never spoken to. He pleaded mercy on behalf of the Ember rebels, and from that moment on became the Prince of Ashes, mocked by the Embers as a puppet for the empire.
And yet, the brief period of concession won from that singular moment helped convince Felix of a new direction in his life. That he could do good even with what little he had, and that doing so would finally make him someone, not something. Felix, now a politician of the Empire, worked harder than anyone thought him capable of at playing the games the way they were meant to be played, only for his efforts to lead him to dead-ends, failure, and a brutal attempt on his life. Felix barely managed to survive, his reputation once again a symbol -- a symbol meant to be mourned by Gaul and Ember alike.
The near-death experience transformed him. It taught him that the game was never meant to be played the way he'd been playing. It taught him that every symbol has power and that power could be his for the taking, and that his life would never be truly his the way he once wanted it to be. Instead, it would be an instrument to a cause greater than his own.
au verse! for @wrests
- the coven runs afoul of a larger and far more powerful American coven. very rich, very powerful. east coast old money, with connections all the way back to the roman empire. you've never met a group of people more obsessed with the roman empire tbh.
- ~witch coven politics~ ensues (lots of fighting! both in the clan and against the american one), felix is eventually taken hostage and raised in America in a bid for peace.
- brought up in considerable wealth and affluence
- still very much an outsider in every way
- but also privileged, boo tomato tomato
- felix falls in line until he doesn't, after an incident between the covens forces him to step in and get involved. decides that maybe he does not want to always get involved for the sake of those who have never given him the choice to
- stumbles across the agency at precisely the right time and joins up as a hunter.
- not crazy about the west coast, but he's only been there for a year or so.
- he takes turns enjoying his freedom and being repulsed by it.
random notes
- has an arranged marriage to another witch in the coven
- his magical abilities are middling at best, though his knowledge is better. it's his bloodline that the coven is really interested in hence the arranged marriage.
- it's like applying a foreign set of rules to his own daoist magic is actually not conducive to spell work? who knew
trigger warnings
- racism, ~purity of the blood~ (felix does not have this belief, but he was raised by people who do), he's not obsessed with blood purity but he does have a sort of implicit prejudice that those with magic are better than those without, suicide (his mother's),