Felix Cyrillus

[Felix Cyrillus]

Felix Cyrillus Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: 34, Spring, 490 Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Felix is the type of man who your eyes simply pass over through the crowd. A particularly plain individual, his features are quite average and forgettable to a degree. The only really defining characteristics of Felix’s appearance are his blue eyes which seem to be a shade brighter than normal. The young man’s usually fair skin has become slightly tanned during his tenure in Sunberth, accentuating the dirty brown blond hair that he normally keeps tied back. Never a particularly powerful looking person, Felix’s build is slight and he probably weighs a little bit less than he should. Despite this, there is very little fat on his body; the trials of his practice and his life have ensured that Felix developed a solid layer of muscle. For clothing Felix prefers to wear lighter colors (whites, light browns, and beiges) but his clothing normally ends up being quite a bit darker than he intends due to the plethora of dirt and bodily fluids the he is forced to slough through on a daily basis. Felix has little inclination for the trappings of luxury, preferring that his clothes and possessions are plain but well made. The only exceptions to this rule are the tools of his trade. Felix believes that unclean and poorly taking care of tools demonstrate the quality of care one is to receive, therefore he keeps his various surgeon’s tools in pristine care. Character Concept There exists power within humans, a terrible potential that can (on one hand) elevate them beyond their peers and predecessors to pinnacles of glory and accomplishment. But, this same potential that can send one soaring in the realm of light can also plunge an individual to the depths of the abyss. The line between the two is a light shadow on the soul, a shadow that can be missed if not one does not pay careful attention. Felix has not. Ignoring the boundary between light and darkness, deceived by dreams of greatness, the young man has plunged head long into that inky void and the worst part is he doesn’t even know it. Felix is possessed by an almost fanatical desire to advance the human race, to set them on the path of reclaim their former glory. The stories of the old empire forged an illusion in his mind, enticing his every step down the path to abomination. Forced to cope at a young age with the overwhelming weakness of man in the face of the natural world, Felix began to despise what humans had become: fearful creatures that cower behind walls of stone in terror of the land they once ruled. The young man seeks to help mankind overcome this fear by giving them the power they need to reclaim their rightful place in the world. At first glance, this seems like a very noble and heroic goal that Felix has set himself in life and on the surface this is true. It’s not until you pierce below the surface that things begin to rot. The method by which Felix seeks to accomplish his goals is a practice that manner would consider abhorrent and one that would no doubt get the man killed if he was ever discovered. Felix practices the magic of Alchemy on the living bodies of his neighbors and peers. The rational is that if mankind currently lacks the power to fight on even footing with wilderness, then they will be given such power. Coupled with this rather dark and unsavory goal is the coldness that has grown in Felix’s mind over the years as this obsession latch roots onto his soul. Slowly, the value and worth of a life was reduced and categorized, the suffering they endured at the hands of Felix rationalized away as for the betterment of all. What is the pain and death of a handful when the very fate of mankind hangs in the balance? It is here that Felix is the most dangerous; he is a darkness deluded into believing they work for the light and justify their actions by the goals. Nothing is more important than the end. Of course, such a belief has several unintended consequences; primarily among them the erosion of empathy and love. When a person reduces all those around them to numbers and objects, their emotions become difficult to comprehend and understand. The result is someone who always seems as if they don’t really care what you’re saying. There doesn’t seem to be any outward sign that this is true, just a nagging suspicion at the back of your mind. This, coupled with the uncomfortable vibe that is given off by Felix, makes the man a bit of a loner no matter where he goes which is all the better for him, the less people are interested in him the less he has to worry about his work. This is not to say that Felix is incapable of feeling emotion at all, the young man loves, hates, cries, smiles, and laugh like anyone else. The problem is that he doesn’t see other like him. Everyone around him is an object and is useful only in their capacity towards his research or how they can help him. In a rather terrible thought, Felix is much more like the Nuits of Sahova than a regular human. Character History Felix was born in the city of Syliras where he spent all of his childhood and pretty much all of his life until he moved to Sunberth a season ago. The young man was born into a small but loving family that was comprised of his mother, father, and older sister. Felix’s father had traditionally been a caravan guard and his mother a local herbalist. Between the two of them they managed to etch a common but comfortable life for their family and the unit existed in relative happiness for the first decade of Felix’s life. The major shifting point in the young man’s life was when it was decided that they were finally old enough to travel with their father on one of his caravan’s. The caravan master had heard that Felix’s mother was a skilled herbalist that would be able to treat the members of the caravan and keep them healthy. Normally, no mother would ever go off on such a journey and abandon her children for a whole season and she initially refused to go. However, the constant needling of her husband and the promise of the extra pay proved too much for her to resist (the begging of her children help way her also) and against her better judgment agreed to go. Since no parent would leave their two children alone for such a long period of time, it was decided they would make the journey together as a family. They rationalized that the large caravan party would dissuade anyone or thing from attacking them and would be a good way to introduce their children to the dangers of their world. The journey to Nyka was not a particularly eventual one and the caravan came across few things severe enough to harm them. There was a particularly nasty run in with a group of Yukmen, but the guards of the caravan were able to dispatch them with minimum casualties. The biggest danger came when they arrived at Nyka itself. There many of the caravan guards parted ways with everyone else, the city being their final goal. Intending to stay at the city until he was able to bolster their ranks once again, the caravan master was pressured by the remaining workers to resume the trek back to Syliras. This would prove to be a fatal mistake. The Yukmen attacked. 2 bells outside of a Syliras and right on the outpost of Mithryn, the Yukmen surged from the ground and raided the caravan. Hidden by a heavy rain and dark storm they were upon the caravan before they even knew what hit them. They cut through the guards like a scythe through wheat, decimating everything that lay before them. Felix’s father disappeared into the storm, the last memory of the man his vanishing back in the dark rain. Their mother had moved quickly, taking Felix and his sister out of the caravan and over towards the outpost. Desperately, she hoped they would lower their gates and admit them into the safety of their walls; instead they watched on in silence as innocents were cut down. Realizing that help would not come from inside, Felix’s mother shoved her children down into a shallow ditch before heaping mounds of dirt and mud on them. Fear lighting a fire in her eyes, she lean over close to the two children and whispered to them “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound.” With those parting words she turned and ran into the storm, screaming at the top of her lungs in an attempt to draw the Yukmen away from her children. Felix and his sister listened quietly as fear gripped their bodies, unable to think or move they clung desperately to their mother’s last command. They lay there for hours, covered in mud and dirt quietly staring into the darkness hoping that their mother would return but fearing something much greater. It wasn’t until the storm broke and the sky began to clear that they got their answer. Able to finally see what awaited them in the darkness, the knights of the outpost rode out and cut down the Yukmen that still remained freeing the children to escape inside the outpost. The hands of the farmers welcomed them and began to remove the filth as they cooed nothings at the children about how they were safe. Despite their saying Felix saw the fear in their eyes, the fear of the Yukmen and the world beyond their walls. It was this moment of that would forever change Felix in ways he would never really understand. The children remained in the outpost for a week as they recovered from the ordeals of that terrible night. Felix’s sister had spent the week cry for their parents and grieving for them but Felix did not. Something within him held back and the young boy merely felt a wave of shock, feeling of disconnectedness that he could not shake and would never shake. After this time it was decided to send the children back to Syliras to be dealt with as would be seen fit for while many of the farmers pitied the children none did so enough to take them in. When they arrived in the city they were met by an old physician, a family friend of their parents who had taught their mother everything she knew and sewed their father up quite a few times. Taking great pity on the children, the old man took them into his house and adopted them as his own. Felix’s sister was employed as an assistant in his practice and continued the learning of her mother as an herbalist. Felix was forced into the role of physician’s assistant, the old man impressed by the apparently unflappable metal of the boy. Felix saw some of the most gruesome wounds imaginable and managed to not break down completely. This was probably due more to the trauma of the Yukmen attack more than any internal fortitude, but the two can often look the same to the untrained eye. Under his service to the physician, Felix began to study the craft in his own right and served as the man’s assistant for over a decade; during that time becoming a doctor in his own right. Felix’s sister continued her mother’s pursuit as an herbalist and stayed with the doctor as well, assisting him in the creation of medicines and maintaining her herb garden. Another aspect of Felix developed under the care of the doctor, the drive that would force him to his darkest depths later in life. On the front lines of defense against illness, disease, and injury, Felix began to understand exactly how fragile humans were. He began to understand how weak and pathetic they had become. All the old stories of the empires of old wove a golden age in the mind of Felix, an age where men had held dominion over all and the very earth itself was subject to their rule. How low had they been brought? Now they were fearful, always fearful. Fear in the eyes of those who went beneath the knife, fear in the eyes of those who merely lived in the world, fear in the eyes of all beings that walked the face of Mizahar. It was disgusting. In Felix’s mind mankind was supposed to be at the pinnacle not hiding behind their great stone walls. This great desire to see man restored to their glory brought Felix down another path of study, one that he hid from his family and mentor, the study of Alchemy. Through his medical practice, Felix had come to understand that humans were very adaptable beings but that this adaptability came at a price of time. It took generations for humans to become truly at home within an environment and even then results were mixed. Felix did not have that kind of time; humankind did not have that kind of time. The change they needed was needed now. It was in Alchemy that Felix found his answer. Through Alchemy the goals of the young physician could be accomplished. By combining humans with other things it would be theoretically possible to create a new being that surpassed the component parts! There was one little issue though. Alchemy was forbidden by law within the city of Syliras without approval from the Knights; Felix received very little practical experience in the art. Instead the young man relied on books to provide method and theory, while these resourced were quite helpful they did very little in terms of actual training. It wasn’t until his 20th year that an opportunity finally arrived. A relatively skilled alchemist had made a slight mistake in his theory and formula, resulting in an explosion that did quite a bit of damage to his residence. Luckily for the practitioner it did not take his life but it did take his hand. A blackened and charred stump, it had taken all of the knowledge and skill between Felix and his teacher to save the man’s life, but save it they did. The Alchemists trials were far from over though. The Knights had caught wind of the incident and were none too pleased with the mage, forcing him to pay them a large fine for the damage caused before expelling him from the city. It was here that Felix saw his advantage and leapt. Discussing it with his mentor, the young man was able to convince the doctor that without continued medical treatment the Alchemist would eventually succumb to his wounds and that as doctors it was their responsibility to ensure his survival. Initially hesitant to agree, the old physician was eventually persuaded and gave his blessings to Felix to travel and treat the Alchemist. The two of them joined a trading caravan and headed towards the city of Nyka, just like Felix had all those years ago. The mage was skeptic of the motivations behind Felix’s sudden offer to travel with him, rightly suspecting an ulterior motive behind the young man’s actions. They were barely a day’s ride beyond the walls of Syliras when Felix begged the mage to teach him the art of Alchemy. The young doctor offered up in return continued medical treatment of the mage as well as an apprentice to use as he saw fit. The deal proved too enticing and the mage accepted. For the next three years Felix studied Alchemy under the mage and practiced his medical craft side by side. The young physician had crafted an excuse for his extended absence by saying that once in Nyka he had felt compelled to stay and help the less fortunate within the city, knowing that it would play on the moral code of his teacher. Felix was therefore completely unsurpassed when he received another letter blessing his endeavor and wishing him well, essentially giving his blessing to Felix to stay as long as he wished. After spending three years under the tutelage of the one handed Alchemist, Felix began to feel himself approaching the boundary of the man’s knowledge. Sensing that the young man knew that there was little else for him here, the alchemist attempted to extend their lessons and dispensation of knowledge but Felix was no fool. Rather unceremoniously, Felix one day merely told the man that he was leaving; returning to Syliras to take back up his practice there and walked out the door. The man had taught him everything he could and was no longer useful. Back in Syliras Felix settled back into his old routine of assisting the elderly physical in his practice, but advanced age had greatly weakened his teacher and more and more of the business fell to Felix. He went about his business in a robotic manner, more often than not, lost in day dreams of Alchemic practices. Eventually it became too much for him to stand. The monotony of the same thing day in and day out, being forced to look at the weak and sick when he was trying to make them strong proved too much Felix. He felt the time had come to begin his true life’s work, the combination of medicine and alchemy to create the perfect human: a being of great strength and intellect that would be able to rise from the ashes of the world and reclaim it once again. Once again he gave his sister and surrogate father the same excuse. He felt called to the needy, felt directed to a place where disease and injury were more common than bread and butter. The city of Sunberth and its criminals called to him for salvation. Once again, the old doctor gave Felix his heartfelt blessing but this time around there was a look in his sister’s eyes. A look that he had seen oh so often during his time in Nyka, the look of someone that knows something is amiss but lacks the ability to put their finger on it. Despite this, she too gave Felix her blessing and with issues taken care of booked passage on a caravan to the great city of Sunberth. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Medicine 15 SP, 15 RB 30 Competent Alchemy 30 SP 30 Competent Cryptography 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Lore of How to Stitch Wounds Lore of How to Treat Stab Wounds 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Metal) -Brush (Metal) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -1 Book filled with medical notes written in code -1 Book filled with Alchemy notes written in code -1 Blank Book -3 Vials of Black Ink -2 Quills 87 Gold Mizas 9 Silver Mizas 90 Copper Mizas Heirloom: N/A Housing Location: Sunberth House: Felix currently resides in a small 400 square foot apartment in the Sunset Quarter. The room is where the young man eats, sleeps, and practices his craft all at once and the room shows great signs of use. Already falling apart when he moved in, the room has since decayed even more making it a very uncomfortable place to live but beggars can't be choosers. The room contains: a small fireplace over which Felix cooks his dinners and warms himself at night, a small wooden chest at the foot of a single sized bed that holds all of Felix's worldly possessions, a small wooden table with matching chair, and finally a wash basin in the corner of the room on a smaller stand. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM 3 Blank Books -9 GM 91 GM 3 Vials of Ink -3 GM 88 GM 2 Quills -10 CM 87 GM 9 SM 90 CM Thread List Link your current & past threads here!