[hider=Feliks Vasiliev]Name: Feliks Vasiliev, né Shvets

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Height: 5'7
Eyes: Steel grey
Hair: Black
Build: Thin[/hider]
Age: 34

Gender: Male

Element: Metal

Personality: 
Feliks is intelligent, proud, and no-nonsense, often coming across as rudely blunt and cold. He scowls more than he smiles (with the exception of being in his wife's company) and tolerates disrespect only from those he can't get away with dressing down. Luckily, his position as the husband of a Viscountess and a sought-after designer affords him the privilege of respect from those who otherwise might afford him none. He can't stand self-pity and will call it out when he sees it, though he isn't blind to real suffering either.

Around his wife, he is a different man, loving and gentle and passionate. The disapproving glares and vicious gossip of the upper class bother him none, but he feels for how it hurts her. 

Bio: 
Feliks had a humble beginning, born to a single human mother in a city in the frigid north of the realm, deep in traditionalist territory. Vampiric harassment of human communities was commonplace, though of course never outright recognized, and most of the populace accepted grim reality and did their best not to exacerbate the problem. Once he was old enough to understand it, Feliks quickly grew jaded and resentful as he watched vampires toy with the lives of humans who were poor enough off as it was, but he was smart enough to keep his head down. 

After his mother, a seamstress, died of illness in his preteens, Feliks spent a brief stint on his own before an acquaintance of his mother, a man named Mr. Ivanov, took him in. Mr. Ivanov was a tailor, a human man who had somehow managed to impress some of the lower ranking nobility in the territory, earning him a certain amount of consideration under the otherwise iron fist of the Astorio-aligned family that controlled the area. Immediately Feliks was fascinated, in awe of how the territory at large could live in such fear of the vampires who ruled them while people in Mr. Ivanov's part of town seemed to live their lives in relative peace. The man had a type of power that Feliks didn't understand, and it was tantalizing. 

When Feliks showed interest and talent in tailoring, Mr. Ivanov took him on as an apprentice, the boy learning quickly and soon falling in love with the craft. By the time his eighteenth birthday rolled around, Feliks had graduated from doing alterations and otherwise assisting Mr. Ivanov to taking on commissions in his own right, building rapport with Mr. Ivanov's clients and even gaining a few of his own. He had a promising career ahead of him, until his Awakening crystal lit up.

Somehow he ended up paired with a mid-tier noble in the territory, a young Viscountess named Katya Vasiliev, only just reaching maturity herself. Feliks had no love for vampires - quite the opposite, in fact - but he knew resistance was pointless and only liable to get him beaten or killed, so he resolved to obey quietly and find some private way of coping with saying goodbye to all his hopes and dreams. However, he was shocked to find in his new mistress a kind and gentle soul, the Viscountess not taking after her family at all. She was sweet and patient with him, even eventually encouraging him to keep practicing tailoring. Feliks was slow to come around, justifiably suspicious, but gradually he came to see that perhaps every vampire wasn't an uncaring monster. 

First she convinced him not to resent his magic. Eventually she got him to quit smoking. After a year, she befriended him, and Feliks started coming out of his shell. After three, he'd fallen in love; with magic, and with her. 

Their relationship had to be kept under wraps at first, the pair of them knowing Katya's family would despise it. However, after the pair were ambushed and Feliks injured in the midst of fleeing wider political conflict in their homeland, they decided that life was too fleeting to live in secret and made their relationship public. As of now, they've been married for ten years and with tireless work and Katya's support, Feliks has been able to progress in his craft to become one of the most sought-after designers in the realm, patronized by celebrities and nobility alike. Even Princess Ryner herself is a fan of his work, and has worn dresses of his design on a few notable occasions. 


Likes:
[list][*]Smoking
[*]Working
[*]Warm weather
[*]Antagonizing, when he can
[*]Hot tubs
[*]His wife
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Dislikes:
[list][*]Smoking
[*]Ugly clothes
[*]Eris (it's a love-hate relationship)
[*]Cold/wet weather
[*]Being waited on
[*]Mistreatment of humans and mages
[*]Self-pity
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Habits: 
[list][*]Searching his pockets for cigarettes when agitated (he doesn't have any, he stopped smoking years ago)
[*]Using magic for mundane purposes
[*]Looking at people's clothes before looking at their faces
[*]Drinking when his leg hurts more than normal (he's trying to find a better way to cope)
[*]Vicious sarcasm
[*]Glaring[/list]


Other: 
Feliks walks with a limp owing to an old injury to his left hip, which left him with limited mobility in the joint and chronic pain. He can walk fairly normally with the use of a cane; without it he can still get around, but his limp is much more pronounced. 

He has a thin scar on his forehead above his left eyebrow from a small wound inflicted during the same event as his leg injury. He also has an ugly spiderweb of deep scars cross-hatching his back, dating back to his early years under the Vasilievs. 

Feliks took Katya's last name when they married, as part of a complicated bargain with her remaining family not to get her disowned. He really doesn't mind; his maiden name was ugly anyway. 

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