Felix

Name: Felix

Gender: Male

Age: 14-years-old

Physical Description: Felix has a lean build, sharp features, black hair, and amber eyes. He looks like he knows more than he should and gets away with more than he ought to.

Clothes: Felix wears leather pants that have seen better days, a grey vest, and a ratty denim jacket. He wears orange-lens goggles pushed up on his head or over his eyes, depending on the mischief level. He looks like he rolled out of trouble and into more of it.

Accessories: Felix carries Stubs of chalk in his pockets that he uses to draw temporary rune arrays on the floor and walls or enemy clothes if he can get close enough.

Personality: Felix is confident, brash, smug, and very much a little shit. Mischievous like it’s a full-time job. Has a temper when pushed, but under all the snarling and sneering, he's got a surprisingly kind heart—one he guards like a dragon hoards gold. He’s got that feral edge of someone who's lived a little too rough, a little too fast, and doesn't trust easy. Speech: Felix talks fast, sloppy, and like grammar personally insulted his mother. He swears like he breathes, curses with creativity, and always sounds like he’s one joke away from pissing off the wrong person. Example: “Y’ever think maybe if ya stopped talkin’ outta your ass, somethin’ useful’d come outta your mouth? Nah, didn’t think so.” Powers: Shapeshifting: Felix can partially shift into a black house cat—ears, claws, eyes, tail—or go full beast and become a cat entirely. Not a panther. Not a jaguar. Only a damn house cat. Enhanced Reflexes & Senses: Fast, agile, sees in the dark, hears stuff he shouldn't. Great at creeping, sneaking, and escaping. Nine Lives-ish: Felix has died. Probably. More than once. Still here. It’s weird. Magical tattoos: Felix has runes tattooed all over his body the runes allow him to cast spells to disrupt wards, move silently or inhumanely fast in his human form, and create improvised weapons by transmuting the ground into blades, staffs, or traps. via alchemy. When his runes are active his pupils slit vertical like cats as he channels the magic. If he pushes himself too far he can burn a rune out. The rune tattoos are perminant spells, any array drawn in chalk is temporary and can be disrupted by if the lines get smudged Background: Felix is a 14-year-old shifter—part human, part fey. The fey blood runs wild in him, tied to his beast form. His animal side is the cat—small, sly, and always watching. He’s growing up poor, scraping by in a world that doesn’t like his kind much. Mages treat shifters like garbage, like half-breeds not worth the air they breathe. So he steals. To eat, to live, and yeah—out of spite. Screw high society. He’ll take their coin while they’re looking the other way. As a house cat, Felix is the perfect spy—small, fast, and ignored. But when he’s fully shifted, he can’t talk. Just merps, meows, growls, and hisses. Uses body language, attitude, and claws to get his point across. He’s not in this world to play by its rules. He’s in it to survive. Maybe even win. He is a skilled Rune arcanist. Using the runes he tattoos on his body, or the rune arrays he sketches with chalk to perform other types of magic other than his innate shifting, like alchemy to make weapons, or traps.