Name: Felix Nikephoros
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Felix is a rather small man, in more ways than one. Standing at 5'7, and with thin shoulders and body, he is often confused for someone much younger, despite his (failed) attempts at growing facial hair. Despite his youth, Felix's olive skin has already begun to show signs of wear. Small scars and blemishes dot his face, and his hands are rough and calloused from years of heavy use. His dark hair is tattered and uneven, drooping in the dry season and puffing in the winter. Reaching down to just above his shoulders, his hair has clearly been cut by his own hand, given the odd and erratic cuts made. The bridge of his nose is crooked, having been broken, healed, and re-broken several times, usually the result of sale gone awry, or animals that weren't too keen to give up their coats or castors. Despite all this, his mouth seems to be affixed in permanent, silent smile, and his dark eyes are always wide and enthusiastic.
Clothing/Armor: Felix's dress fluctuates often depending on the season and location. In the winter, he often wears heavy fur coats and hats of his own design, particularly when meeting with buyers. He can't pretend that the furs are the "finest" ever, but they're some of the best available locally, given how niche the market in Geltreis is. The coats are long and flowing, reaching down as far as the leg. They are often colored brown, though white or even spotted fur is available depending on the bear skins that the markets bring in. Conversely, the hats are usually made of fox, which are plentiful enough in the wilderness that Felix can be more selective about the color. Covering the head and ears, the hats are usually a pure white or a warm orange.
In the Summer, Felix's clothes are much more conservative, often nothing more complicated than a wool or cotton shirt, with woolen pants and leather shoes. His belt is small and unimpressive, enough to carry his coin-purse, and little else. His shoes are sturdy, made from leather, and repaired regularly at the cobbler's place of business.
Weapons/Belongings: Felix is a furrier, not a soldier. He has little use for weapons beyond what he needs for hunting. He owns a hunting bow, and several arrows that have been re-fletched often enough that they've prompted philosophical questions about the nature of being (Are these the same arrows as when I first had them?). He's proficient enough to hit a small target at a reasonable distance, so long as it isn't moving. When hunting, he also carries a small carving knife for skinning fur. It's moderately sharp, enough to flay skin, but it hasn't seen much use beyond that.
Personality: Felix is a quiet person with a deep love for all things human. His idealistic view of the world comes off as naive to most people, and it certainly has gotten him into more than a bit of trouble, but Felix wouldn't have it any other way. He's always upbeat and cheerful, in an almost happy-go-lucky way. He genuinely loves the way that people's eyes light up when they like his coats or hats, and he's always willing to give away whatever scraps of fur or wool happen to be left over from his work. He is a simple man who is content with simple things: a warm hearth, a nice drink, and a few cheery songs to keep up the spirits. However, his tendencies to try and placate everyone has made him hopelessly indecisive, even in some of the most mundane things, and even more so in the scheme of big things like politics.
History: Felix's family is not native to Geltreis, or even the Arcartian Empire. Rather, they originally come from the south, as exemplified by their darker skin tone. Though nobody in the Nikephoros family had ever been of noble blood, Felix's mother had often told him of ackermen and other craftsmen who had served kings (though Felix had never believed it). His mother and father had moved north, entranced by the promise of the non-dynastic rule: the House of Affairs seemed like a preferable alternative to a monarch who could only scream "divine right!" until people just did what he wanted. Of course, Arcartus hadn't been perfect, but Geltreis was located on a trade route to the west. If they were going to settle anywhere, it would be here.
Felix's father had already set up a relatively lucrative furrier's shop when Felix was born. The demand for fur goods in Geltreis is almost non-existent: wool and leather were cheaper alternatives, and were easier to maintain than fur was. However, the low demand meant that nobody had been willing to fully dedicate themselves to the fur-goods trade until Felix's father. That meant that those people who did want that fancy fur coat could be forced to pay a premium for it, and that usually meant nobles with a lot of money.
As Felix started to get older, his father had schooled him in the trade: hunting foxes, finding bear pelts at market, and most importantly, making sure that somebody bought the clothes. Though managing a store required a great deal of patience, it was never something Felix seemed to mind. His father had passed only when he was 17, at the comfortable age of 53. His mother had passed only a few years before. His new independence was difficult to handle at first, but he became comfortable with it in time. He grew to enjoy his profession, and he always loved seeing and meeting new people. He had even begun to make a name for himself in the local clothiers' guild, and many now consider him a shoe-in for the next guild president, in spite of his youth. But the growing unease in the city of Geltreis and it's relationship to the Empire has reared its ugly head again, and as a result, so has Felix's indecision. He certainly benefited from the Noble Tolberts' patronage, but the citizenry certainly had plenty of grievances that deserved to be addressed. A single wrong move could make or break him, and all he hopes is that, when the dust clears, everything can go back to normal.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Felix is a rather small man, in more ways than one. Standing at 5'7, and with thin shoulders and body, he is often confused for someone much younger, despite his (failed) attempts at growing facial hair. Despite his youth, Felix's olive skin has already begun to show signs of wear. Small scars and blemishes dot his face, and his hands are rough and calloused from years of heavy use. His dark hair is tattered and uneven, drooping in the dry season and puffing in the winter. Reaching down to just above his shoulders, his hair has clearly been cut by his own hand, given the odd and erratic cuts made. The bridge of his nose is crooked, having been broken, healed, and re-broken several times, usually the result of sale gone awry, or animals that weren't too keen to give up their coats or castors. Despite all this, his mouth seems to be affixed in permanent, silent smile, and his dark eyes are always wide and enthusiastic.
Clothing/Armor: Felix's dress fluctuates often depending on the season and location. In the winter, he often wears heavy fur coats and hats of his own design, particularly when meeting with buyers. He can't pretend that the furs are the "finest" ever, but they're some of the best available locally, given how niche the market in Geltreis is. The coats are long and flowing, reaching down as far as the leg. They are often colored brown, though white or even spotted fur is available depending on the bear skins that the markets bring in. Conversely, the hats are usually made of fox, which are plentiful enough in the wilderness that Felix can be more selective about the color. Covering the head and ears, the hats are usually a pure white or a warm orange.
In the Summer, Felix's clothes are much more conservative, often nothing more complicated than a wool or cotton shirt, with woolen pants and leather shoes. His belt is small and unimpressive, enough to carry his coin-purse, and little else. His shoes are sturdy, made from leather, and repaired regularly at the cobbler's place of business.
Weapons/Belongings: Felix is a furrier, not a soldier. He has little use for weapons beyond what he needs for hunting. He owns a hunting bow, and several arrows that have been re-fletched often enough that they've prompted philosophical questions about the nature of being (Are these the same arrows as when I first had them?). He's proficient enough to hit a small target at a reasonable distance, so long as it isn't moving. When hunting, he also carries a small carving knife for skinning fur. It's moderately sharp, enough to flay skin, but it hasn't seen much use beyond that.
Personality: Felix is a quiet person with a deep love for all things human. His idealistic view of the world comes off as naive to most people, and it certainly has gotten him into more than a bit of trouble, but Felix wouldn't have it any other way. He's always upbeat and cheerful, in an almost happy-go-lucky way. He genuinely loves the way that people's eyes light up when they like his coats or hats, and he's always willing to give away whatever scraps of fur or wool happen to be left over from his work. He is a simple man who is content with simple things: a warm hearth, a nice drink, and a few cheery songs to keep up the spirits. However, his tendencies to try and placate everyone has made him hopelessly indecisive, even in some of the most mundane things, and even more so in the scheme of big things like politics.
History: Felix's family is not native to Geltreis, or even the Arcartian Empire. Rather, they originally come from the south, as exemplified by their darker skin tone. Though nobody in the Nikephoros family had ever been of noble blood, Felix's mother had often told him of ackermen and other craftsmen who had served kings (though Felix had never believed it). His mother and father had moved north, entranced by the promise of the non-dynastic rule: the House of Affairs seemed like a preferable alternative to a monarch who could only scream "divine right!" until people just did what he wanted. Of course, Arcartus hadn't been perfect, but Geltreis was located on a trade route to the west. If they were going to settle anywhere, it would be here.
Felix's father had already set up a relatively lucrative furrier's shop when Felix was born. The demand for fur goods in Geltreis is almost non-existent: wool and leather were cheaper alternatives, and were easier to maintain than fur was. However, the low demand meant that nobody had been willing to fully dedicate themselves to the fur-goods trade until Felix's father. That meant that those people who did want that fancy fur coat could be forced to pay a premium for it, and that usually meant nobles with a lot of money.
As Felix started to get older, his father had schooled him in the trade: hunting foxes, finding bear pelts at market, and most importantly, making sure that somebody bought the clothes. Though managing a store required a great deal of patience, it was never something Felix seemed to mind. His father had passed only when he was 17, at the comfortable age of 53. His mother had passed only a few years before. His new independence was difficult to handle at first, but he became comfortable with it in time. He grew to enjoy his profession, and he always loved seeing and meeting new people. He had even begun to make a name for himself in the local clothiers' guild, and many now consider him a shoe-in for the next guild president, in spite of his youth. But the growing unease in the city of Geltreis and it's relationship to the Empire has reared its ugly head again, and as a result, so has Felix's indecision. He certainly benefited from the Noble Tolberts' patronage, but the citizenry certainly had plenty of grievances that deserved to be addressed. A single wrong move could make or break him, and all he hopes is that, when the dust clears, everything can go back to normal.
