[hider=Felix][centre]Name: Felix Lozach

[u]Gender[/u]
 Male

[u]Age[/u]
 20

[u]Appearance[/u]
[img=http://yaplog.jp/cv/ichigokulabu/img/74/nakano_p.png]
 With lighter hair tho'. 

[u]Rank[/u]
Private

[u]Class[/u]
 Shocktrooper

[u]Weapons and Equipment[/u]
 He carries the MAGS M1, as per infantry regulation. A B-Type grenade.

[u]Personality[/u]
 Hot-Headed and impatient, it's not altogether uncommon for emotions to get the better of Felix. Oftentimes, he straddles the fine line between confidence and bravado, not fully considering the consequences before acting. A terrible liar, and a thorough extrovert, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite his apparent asininity, he is moderately intelligent.

[u]Bio[/u]
 Born to immigrant parents from elsewhere in the Atlantic Federation, Felix's youth was often of two worlds: the first being of modern Gallia, and the second being his parents' homeland. In many ways, the town of Wallenstein raised him just as much as his parents did, as Felix grew up with a deep sense of Gallian identity, but received the bulk of his education from his parents'. Though not Darcsen, his family's religious beliefs were considered heretical by most of the Yggdist sects, teaching that the Valkyrur were a race of invasive monsters, rather than saviours. 

As a young adult, Felix found work in a library, of all places, though only partially by choice: few places were willing to hire a heretic or a man of foreign blood, and in a town like Wallenstein, information like that traveled fast. Thankfully, Ms. Driscoll, a graduate from the university at Vasel, was much more open-minded, and had no such qualms about hiring Felix. When news of the Second Europan War came around, though, Felix made the decision to join the army, and he was all-to-eagre to prove his worth. What happens from here has yet to be written.

[u]RP Sample[/u]
There was never anything more annoying that someone who asked for a long-archived book. Sure, the card catalog confirmed its existence, but it also confirmed the fact that it hadn't been removed from the library in nearly 20 years. At that point, it had no doubt been moved around an ungodly number of times, to the point that the decimal system would be absolutely useless. 

Pushing the ladder back and forth, Felix found some comfort in the fact that the day was nearly done. All the other requested materials had been found and collected, and all that was left was one final book. Looking down at the card, he reminded himself of the title. It was a religious novel, written nearly 50 years ago by some Yggdist scholar, "The Lies of the Albigensians". Just the title left a bad taste in Felix's mouth, though he did take some small pleasure in the fact that it hadn't been read by anyone in nearly 20 years. Whenever the topic of religion came up, Felix always suggested another book, "The Culture and Faith of the Southron", that examined his culture from an academic and neutral perspective. It usually didn't change any minds, but it was better than outright propaganda against him. 

Climbing down the ladder, he turned around to the front desk, where Ms. Driscoli was preparing to leave. "Cat," he said, colloquially, "I don't think I'll be able t' find that last one. It wasn't on any o' the shelves."
"Don't fret about it. Either it's not there, or it'll turn up eventually," she said. "Go on ahead home for the night. It's late enough as it is."
"There's another thin', Cat," said Felix, timidly. He had meant to mention it yesterday, but it had felt so awkward. "I've decided to join the military. I'll be leaving in a few days." 
"I'm well aware, Felix. Don't you think I keep track of my employees?" She chuckled. "Just make sure you stay alive. I'll need you back here when I'm done." With that, she gathered the rest of her things and left the library.

Stepping outside, Felix felt the cool air of the Gallisian countryside as the sun began to set. At its worst, Wallenstein could be unforgiving and close-minded, antiquarian and old-fashioned. The summers were often too hot, and the winters were cold enough that all farming came to a stop. For all its faults, though, Wallenstein was beautiful place, with beautiful people. Under the layer of dirt and dust was a sheet of gold, one that had raised Felix and that his family could call home. For all his discomforts about going to war, knowing there would be something worth protecting gave him hope. If nothing else, he had his [i]raison d'etre[/i], and he would do everything in his power to keep it safe.

Favourite Squad 7 Member: Catherine O'Hara. Snipers are cool.
Taking a step forward, he began his long journey home.[/centre][/hider]