Post by felikslukasiewicz on Mar 13, 2012 19:21:00 GMT -5
Character Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Nationality: Polish, and extremely proud of it.
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 22nd
Age: 19
Education: He has a high school degree.
Occupation: Currently, he's a waiter at a small cafe.
Family: He has not other family in the group.
Hometown: He was born in Warsaw and lived there for about 13 years, and, after all the drama and about 2 years, his family moved to L.A. Once he got out of high school, he immediately moved to New York.
Starting Town: New York.
Brief History: Feliks was born into an extremely wealthy family in Poland. He was sheltered as a kid, and therefore became rather shy. He didn't have many friends, but the ones he did have, he thought he would have for a lifetime. When he was thirteen, he was kidnapped. He was found by the police two years later and, his family being so freaked out, they moved to L.A. Life was once again uneventful-except for the fact that he found his first love during this time. He had built up a toughness because of the kidnappings, though he stayed basically the same as before the tragic events. Feliks also had developed a Valley Girl way of talking during that time. When he was 17, he was kidnapped again by the same family. He was found once again, and finished up his last year of high school by way of home schooling. Feliks immediately took the chance to get out of the house, and, with his parents help, he got a nice high rise condo. He collided with the New York crowd, picking up their "I don't care" attitude. He'd always loved fashion, and, if those skirts could look good on those girls, then why couldn't they him? Feliks got a job as a waiter at a nice little cafe, but for the most part, he's sustained off his parents' money. He dreams for more than being some little leech, but, since he's lazy and a procrastinator, he can just as easily convince himself that it's not worth it, or that it's fine as it is.
Personality: Feliks is in many ways a contradictory. Around strangers, he's unbearably shy. He gets to the point of feeling sick, and, sometimes, throws up. When he's fairly well aquainted with a person, he opens up and acts like his usual self; flamboyant, bossy, spoiled, always voicing his wants. He's typically lazy and a procrastinator, and when he feels emotion, it's usually to the extremes. When he's bored, he's REALLY bored. When he's lonely, he's REALLY lonely. Feliks's somewhat dim-witted, but that's probably because his parents spoiled him and allowed him to be lazy in his studies. He enjoys thinking out of the box and being praised for his work. He's very impulsive, and is fairly easy to manipulate, unless it's something he definitely doesn't want to do. Though, just because he's a bit girly doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy doing guy stuff. He enjoys all of it.
Appearance: Feliks has light blonde-hair that goes down to the middle of his neck with a small, effeminate build. He isn't that tall, either. His most striking features are his pale, milky skin and his sleepy, (almost) lime green eyes.
Fashion Style: Everything! He loves fashion, really, though he mostly wears nerdy hipster clothing (they're usually bright and colorful) or Harajuku-esque womens' fashion.
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Goals: Feliks hates his job. He hates all jobs, in fact. He figures that owning something himself would be better than working some shitty job and being bossed around all the time. Feliks doesn't really know what to do with his life (There's way too much he likes doing.), so he decided to go with something he already knows how to do; baking. He loves Polish food, and especially baked polish goods, so he wants to start up his own bakery, though, the thought of designing clothes always makes him warm and fuzzy inside.
Secret: Well, the kidnappings, for one. He was also kind of in love with his best friend, who was, indeed, a guy. Feliks is pretty convinced he's totally and completely gay.(I don't know if you guys want me to add anything about Toris and him because you don't have one. I'm just going to add this here. )
Other: He hates it, but he smokes on occasion.
(If you want me to edit any of this, I definitely will.)
Feliks hated days like this.
The days where the customers kept coming and he couldn't even so much as croak out a word before someone was flipping shit-supposedly because of him- again and all he wanted to do was go home. Luckily for him, he had developed a sort of mode, an auto-pilot for when he had to deal with people, but now, as the hardships of the day eroded the hard molded plastic, broke the delicate microchips placed in this fragile console of his, he felt his auto-pilot fade away. His systems were failing, and the fact of reality was slowly becoming more evident. No forensics expert could cure this.
Game Over.
Feliks ran to the kitchen, threw off his pony patterned apron-he had insisted upon it-and ran to his boss's office. Veronica was her name, and other than that and the fact that she was a hard-ass was all he knew about her. Feliks kind of fished he knew more. She was pretty enough, and her style -hng.
Does she have a husband?
Where does she get her clothes?
The thoughts calmed-well, not calmed, more like distracted him. He wouldn't look so bat-shit insane when he got in there.
"So, can I... um, do the... hah. I'm leaving."
Feliks couldn't look at her, his voice was rough and scratchy, and he was pretty sure he looked like he had murdered someone. He would hate it, the ugliness, later. Feliks couldn't care less how he looked right now.
On his way out of the small hell-hole that was the Hey-Day Cafe, he took a moment to look at the people around him. The little cherubs and devils screaming and crying and wanting for-for whatever, the worn out adults he lived their day-to-day lives in pain (he promised himself he would never end up like them), but most of all, the beautiful clothes.
It was all he could see whenever he left the place.
(This was just a little writing that I started on and had to hurry to finish. I'll definitely redo it.)
Nationality: Polish, and extremely proud of it.
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 22nd
Age: 19
Education: He has a high school degree.
Occupation: Currently, he's a waiter at a small cafe.
Family: He has not other family in the group.
Hometown: He was born in Warsaw and lived there for about 13 years, and, after all the drama and about 2 years, his family moved to L.A. Once he got out of high school, he immediately moved to New York.
Starting Town: New York.
Brief History: Feliks was born into an extremely wealthy family in Poland. He was sheltered as a kid, and therefore became rather shy. He didn't have many friends, but the ones he did have, he thought he would have for a lifetime. When he was thirteen, he was kidnapped. He was found by the police two years later and, his family being so freaked out, they moved to L.A. Life was once again uneventful-except for the fact that he found his first love during this time. He had built up a toughness because of the kidnappings, though he stayed basically the same as before the tragic events. Feliks also had developed a Valley Girl way of talking during that time. When he was 17, he was kidnapped again by the same family. He was found once again, and finished up his last year of high school by way of home schooling. Feliks immediately took the chance to get out of the house, and, with his parents help, he got a nice high rise condo. He collided with the New York crowd, picking up their "I don't care" attitude. He'd always loved fashion, and, if those skirts could look good on those girls, then why couldn't they him? Feliks got a job as a waiter at a nice little cafe, but for the most part, he's sustained off his parents' money. He dreams for more than being some little leech, but, since he's lazy and a procrastinator, he can just as easily convince himself that it's not worth it, or that it's fine as it is.
Personality: Feliks is in many ways a contradictory. Around strangers, he's unbearably shy. He gets to the point of feeling sick, and, sometimes, throws up. When he's fairly well aquainted with a person, he opens up and acts like his usual self; flamboyant, bossy, spoiled, always voicing his wants. He's typically lazy and a procrastinator, and when he feels emotion, it's usually to the extremes. When he's bored, he's REALLY bored. When he's lonely, he's REALLY lonely. Feliks's somewhat dim-witted, but that's probably because his parents spoiled him and allowed him to be lazy in his studies. He enjoys thinking out of the box and being praised for his work. He's very impulsive, and is fairly easy to manipulate, unless it's something he definitely doesn't want to do. Though, just because he's a bit girly doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy doing guy stuff. He enjoys all of it.
Appearance: Feliks has light blonde-hair that goes down to the middle of his neck with a small, effeminate build. He isn't that tall, either. His most striking features are his pale, milky skin and his sleepy, (almost) lime green eyes.
Fashion Style: Everything! He loves fashion, really, though he mostly wears nerdy hipster clothing (they're usually bright and colorful) or Harajuku-esque womens' fashion.
img1.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.304202197.jpg
fc02.deviantart.net/fs6/i/2005/046/f/0/Harajuku_21_by_Midori_Ronin.jpg
img1.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.303631077.jpg
Goals: Feliks hates his job. He hates all jobs, in fact. He figures that owning something himself would be better than working some shitty job and being bossed around all the time. Feliks doesn't really know what to do with his life (There's way too much he likes doing.), so he decided to go with something he already knows how to do; baking. He loves Polish food, and especially baked polish goods, so he wants to start up his own bakery, though, the thought of designing clothes always makes him warm and fuzzy inside.
Secret: Well, the kidnappings, for one. He was also kind of in love with his best friend, who was, indeed, a guy. Feliks is pretty convinced he's totally and completely gay.(I don't know if you guys want me to add anything about Toris and him because you don't have one. I'm just going to add this here. )
Other: He hates it, but he smokes on occasion.
(If you want me to edit any of this, I definitely will.)
Feliks hated days like this.
The days where the customers kept coming and he couldn't even so much as croak out a word before someone was flipping shit-supposedly because of him- again and all he wanted to do was go home. Luckily for him, he had developed a sort of mode, an auto-pilot for when he had to deal with people, but now, as the hardships of the day eroded the hard molded plastic, broke the delicate microchips placed in this fragile console of his, he felt his auto-pilot fade away. His systems were failing, and the fact of reality was slowly becoming more evident. No forensics expert could cure this.
Game Over.
Feliks ran to the kitchen, threw off his pony patterned apron-he had insisted upon it-and ran to his boss's office. Veronica was her name, and other than that and the fact that she was a hard-ass was all he knew about her. Feliks kind of fished he knew more. She was pretty enough, and her style -hng.
Does she have a husband?
Where does she get her clothes?
The thoughts calmed-well, not calmed, more like distracted him. He wouldn't look so bat-shit insane when he got in there.
"So, can I... um, do the... hah. I'm leaving."
Feliks couldn't look at her, his voice was rough and scratchy, and he was pretty sure he looked like he had murdered someone. He would hate it, the ugliness, later. Feliks couldn't care less how he looked right now.
On his way out of the small hell-hole that was the Hey-Day Cafe, he took a moment to look at the people around him. The little cherubs and devils screaming and crying and wanting for-for whatever, the worn out adults he lived their day-to-day lives in pain (he promised himself he would never end up like them), but most of all, the beautiful clothes.
It was all he could see whenever he left the place.
(This was just a little writing that I started on and had to hurry to finish. I'll definitely redo it.)