Post by rathe on Apr 18, 2012 20:36:47 GMT -5
FELIX |KYLE |LARSON
» BIRTH NAME ' FELIX KYLE LARSON
» NICK NAMES ' Overwatch, Hex
» AGE ' 23
» SEXUALITY ' Straight
» CAMP ' Dorothy
» HEIGHT ' 6'2"
» WEIGHT ' 185
» EYES ' Brown
» HAIR ' Brown
» DISTINCTIVE FEATURES ' Bullet scar on the right cheek, Large tattoo of a phoenix on his back.
» DRESSING STYLE ' Dark colors, loose fitting clothes
» PLAY BY ' Matt Damon
» FELIX LIKES '
- Fruit
- Getting wet
- High places
- Books
- Adventure
» FELIX DISLIKES '
- Being Alone
- Deep waters
- Dark nights
- Alcohol
- Running
» STRENGTHS '
- Brilliant shot
- Highly intelligent
- Friendly
» WEAKNESS '
- Getting him alone
- Crippling flashbacks
- Not highly social
» QUIRKS ' Always wakes up right before the dawn, fingers his gun nervously
» FEARS ' Death, Drowning
» AMBITION ' Survival
» HOMETOWN ' Eureka, California
» PARENTS ' Lacy and Paul Larson (Both Deceased)
» SIBLINGS ' none
» SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ' None
» OVERALL HISTORICAL BACKGROUND ' Felix Larson was a soldier in the 3rd Massachusetts, or 3rd Mass for short. He entered into the militrary during the very last human vs human war. He received a scar on his face from when a bullet grazed his cheek and was shot in the left arm during the same battle. He continued to provide the support his squad needed and in doing so, earned a bronze star. The bullet was removed and his arm healed nearly perfectly.
Felix never had a great home life. He was usually at odds with his parents. The only the thing he did because of their wishes was join the military. His parents died during the attacks.
While stationed in the Virginia area, they fought against the aliens a few times, but they were only able to get a few shots off before having to retreat. Because he provided the critical covering fire, his comrades gave him the nickname, "Overwatch." Felix performed the duties of a scout sniper, moving ahead of his unit to check for safety. During one of these scouting runs, the aliens attacked and killed the rest of the 3rd Mass. The aliens pursued him far across the boundaries of now-nonexistant states. He was constantly in hiding, having to disappear everytime they found him. He still has horrifying flashbacks of these traumatic experiences.
» RP POST '
[/center]Rathe woke that morning with a shiver. Winter sneaked up on them overnight. Nichole was lying against him, her head on his chest. She was still sleeping soundly. Using magic, he created a bubble around the tent and used his fire magic to heat the air inside the bubble to a comfortable level. Nichole wiggled closer into him with a small groan, her warm body against his. "She'll be up soon," Rathe thought. She was usually up a little before him.
Rathe thought back to when he left the village. As of today, it had been one year since he left home to complete the goal he set for himself. His thoughts were interrupted as Nichole stirred. She lifted her head off of his chest, blonde hair trailing behind her as she sat up. She looked at his face longingly, but then leaped up, surprised. "R-Rathe! Y-You're awake!" she stuttered. "I... I'm sorry." Red flooded her cheeks.
"Sorry about what?" Rathe asked.
"It's just that..." She paused. "I thought you didn't like to be this close to other people."
"I may seem cold and unfeeling, but I am not an anti-social or heartless person. Frankly, Nichole, you're probably the only person I can trust these days." He looked her over. She wore tight black pants and a tight black shirt. "Go throw your robes on. It’s fairly cold outside and I don’t think your tight clothes will do any good. Meet me outside when you are fully dressed." Rathe got up and threw his own robes on. They were a dark red, just like blood.
