THE SINNERS, FELIX LIVY ARDELENE

[FELIX ARDELENE]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=6][bg=121212] GET TO YOU IN THE DROP OF A HAT I'VE BEEN AWAY TOO LONG JEALOUSY IN THE SHAPE OF A BODY BAG I DRAGGED ACROSS THE LAWN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NAME, 'envy' ; felix livy ardelene AGE, twenty-two GENDER, male SEXUALITY, homosexual , but this is a recent thing. This whole hating women phase is a new one, and will probably change if he bothers to look past what he thinks all women are like (his sister was an exception, because she was just so damn perfect). For now though, he wants nothing to do with them; unless he can flirt a bit and break their hearts later. AFFILIATION, the sinners REASON, The most obvious reason for Felix's incarceration is his tendency to be angry all the time; frustrated to the point of impulsive, nigh-uncontrollable violence. This all stems from his intermittent explosive disorder [IED], which wasn't so bad until his sister died and people started up those rumours. The fact that his mother kept comparing him to Julia probably made things wore; not only did he have to deal with pre-existing anger issues and the death of his twin, but also the constant taunting and comparisons to the favourite child. Her subsequent death as a result of his violent rage, combined with the growing counts of attacks piling up against his name, was enough to sentence him to gaol, at the very least. Felix also developed agoraphobia as his IED became more prominent; conscience and regret had a lot to do with it. Not being able to control his emotions lead to his fear of being unable to control anything, and preference for enclosed spaces. He started to get panic attacks just walking around town, and took to living in the family home, in the same tiny room he grew up in with his sister. This wasn't a good move, as it just put him directly in the firing line of his mothers insults, and her utter obsession with things being perfect. Eventually all this lead to Annette Ardelene dead in the kitchen, stabbed with a pair of scissors; and has been previously said, it was more than enough to send Felix packing for some kind of institution or another. But why Solemnitas? Probably for his accumulation of offences, the constants assaults and threats against those in the area, often over something as petty as a new gadget or phone. The discovery of his hoard (which was confiscated, meaning he had to start all over again) lead people to thinking there was probably a lot wrong with the young man, and the safest place to send him would be an island in the middle of nowhere. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + POSITIVE, adamant , he sets his mind to something, and it damn well gets done. He sees something he wants, well he won't rest until he has it (or something very like it). It's this thing called drive and determination; the ability to stick by what you say and how you act. Yet like all things, this isn't universal; Felix still hasn't managed to break out of those violent tendencies so detrimental to his friendships. optimistic , or rather, his own brand of optimism. You see, to be truly envious of something, you have to want it bad enough. And to want something so bad you'd hurt others for it, well you've got to be pretty damn sure you're determined to get it. Felix always assumes he will get what he wants, and that things will go his way, even though that's rarely the case. hoarder , you know how you see something, want it, and get it on impulse? What do you do when that desire fades; give it away, throw it out? Not Felix. He keeps everything he owns; from stuffed animals and his sister's dolls, to the scissors he used to commit his first murder, to the odd shaped leaf he found whilst walking down the street one day; he keeps them all in his own treasure hoard. Sure, they may be things he doesn't want anymore; but he bets no-one else can say they've got as big a pile of loot as he does! relentless , if you have something of his, or something he wants, he will hunt you down. If you hurt someone he's close to, or are just annoying, he won't stop chasing until he's got you in a corner. He never forgets things against him. He rarely forgives. It's the thing about himself that he's actually trying hard to change; it's a shame this killer, hunting dog instinct is so built in to his very being. loyal (to an extent) , it would probably be more accurate to say he is a suck-up. There are people he's quite jealous of, it's true; but jealousy doesn't always lead to violence. Sometimes it leads to intense, insane loyalty; an admiration with a hidden needle. He'll be your own personal hunting hound if he likes you enough; ready to take on anything and anyone for a scratch behind the ears. But there'll always be that slight discontentment lingering in the background... - NEGATIVE, envious , he's always watching and looking at others, at how they act, at what they have, and wanting. First impressions are always bitter things for Felix, because they always, always end with bitterness and unsurpassable jealousy. This builds and builds in frustration and anger, and is probably one of the main reasons why he's so tightly-wound. forgetful (for the everyday things) , Felix isn't the kind of person who dwells on too many things, or even remembers what he ate in his last meal. None of life's general issues seem to stick in his mind, and the same can be said of the way he treats others. He knows he has anger and jealousy issues, and does his best to not attack people all the time, but unfortunately it's just become so natural he doesn't pay much attention. When he does remember though, he berates himself for hours, and vows to not have an outburst again. ... that is, until he forgets. defensive , understandably, Felix often feels inadequate. Everyone else's lives just seem so much better than his. To counter this, and to make up for his jealousy, his quick temper sparks itself into defensive statements and accomplishments dragged from thin air. He does this so often that it's fairly obvious he's just trying to make himself seem more important, and really does nothing except get him more annoyed and likely to rage. impulsive , Felix rarely stops to think about things. The thinking usually comes after (if it's something worth remembering, that is), and is usually a combination of "well shit" and "I need to stop doing things like that". He sees something, he wants it, he acts. Sometimes he regrets, sometimes he doesn't. It depends on how much trouble his actions land him in, really, as to whether he'll remember to berate himself and feel bad about it or not. He also tends to get things he thinks he wants, only to find out later that he actually didn't want them at all. It's a jealousy thing. These usually end up in his hoard, rotting away in the dark. two-faced , there's the Felix people know, the one that's just a little bit on the jealous side, and then there's the real Felix. His 'fake' personality has become so dominant that it's actually obliterated much of who he used to be; a pretty OK guy, once upon a time, who was maybe just a little easier to anger than most people. A person who loved music, who could nearly always be seen with his sister, just another clog in the clockwork world of normality. And then, he snapped. He doesn't like people looking past the violent, jealous parts of himself; because it's just so much easier not having to deal with people close to you, especially when you're going to spend the whole time comparing yourself to them. ADORE, victoriana , there's just something alluring about the richly decorated and lavish lifestyle of the Victorians. Felix is drawn to the eclectic beauty of things from the 19th century, and searches for antiques from this period over any other. roman history , Felix's family is from Romania; but far before that, from Rome itself. His grandmother (who immigrated from Romania to Australia) always associated herself with Rome rather than her birth country, and instilled in her grandchildren that same love. The fact that they seemingly had the world as their own only made Felix more interested in the history of the place, and envies those who lived in that time nearly as much as he envies the people who still live in the Eternal City. music , he doesn't exactly flaunt it, but the truth is, Felix adores music. He loves it all; isn't defined to a single style or genre. Before being incarcerated he was learning the violin, and had had lessons on the piano, sang nearly all the time, and every weekend was at a different concert. In fact, the largest collection of anything he owns is a huge pile of sheet music for every instrument available. Now though he likes to keep that hush hush, not for any real reason. It just doesn't seem right, somehow. He doesn't want people knowing, anyway; he'd rather have everyone think he's just a walking mass of hate. shiny things , they're just so shiny. Even if it's just a piece of foil, Felix is attracted to anything that glitters and shines, like some kind of giant magpie. authenticity , if something isn't authentic, then it frankly isn't worth having. Unfortunately, very few of the things Felix has managed to collect are originals, or even genuinely valuable; which is probably one of the reasons he's so irritated all the time. He has but one true antique, and this he treasures. Meanwhile, he spends the time not spent obsessing over his gem searching for anything else in the city that is even party 'valuable'. close walls , his favourite haunts are small, shoe-box sized rooms and narrow alleys. The height of the roof doesn't matter, so long as the walls are close in around him. A sense of security; a closed in world that he can control, and not get lost in. There's just something comforting about being able to fit perfectly, to be held tight by walls that are there to protect. control , Felix likes being able to control things. Emotions, situations, you name it. He's not very good at it, obviously, or he wouldn't have such an extensive list of people he's 'accidentally' stabbed. But to be in control is something he aims for anyway; his sister was always able to keep her impulsive nature at bay, and of all the people in the world, she was the one he envied the most. CONDEMN, fakes , if it's not original it's not worth having. Felix has issues with imitations; most of the 'antiques' he's managed to get his hands on are fakes. And it doesn't really help that his mother always treated him as a copy of his sister; less worthy, less real than she was. It's probably for this reason that Felix is so obsessed with owning originals, being a sort of roundabout way to prove his own right in existence. women , they're so loud and have this obsessive need to gossip; they act pretty and dainty but are anything but. Their whispers and cliques, their shrill voices, do nothing but infuriate him. Their beauty, their close-knit friendships, their jewellery... ah, how tempting! They can get away with being shallow. He can't. Mummy issues aside, Felix really does not like women. He sees them as placing themselves higher than others, and is gripped by the impulse to cut them down to size; a very selective type of tall-poppy syndrome. greed , she's just so... so greedy! Doesn't she realise she should give Felix a chance to get what he wants? his eyes , he's pretty touchy about the fact that his eyes are mismatched. It's... it's not normal. While some people may be jealous of such an oddity, he wishes both his eyes were the same colour. stuff he doesn't have , if he sees someone else with something, well, chances are he will want it. Even if the desire doesn't last long, he hates it when people have things he doesn't. wide open spaces , he really can't take being out in the open. Getting lost in the sky or standing on an empty plain are two of his worst nightmares; because it's so far away from everything, so distant, so lonely. And he hates being lonely. Because if he's alone, there's no-one to impress, no-one to constantly compare himself to, nothing to want or covet or have for the sake of having. If things are out in the wide open, underneath an endless sky... how can he hoard them? alcohol , it dulls the mind and creates unpredictability. How can he keep himself in check if he's being peer pressured by alcohol to act up? He has a hard enough time as it is keeping up his mask, keeping his emotions in line. Who knows what could happen if all the barriers he's built himself break? People might find out a few of his secrets, for one thing, and that would be disastrous to his reputation. blood , you'd never guess it, but Felix absolutely hates blood. For all his violent outbursts and tendency to stab... things, he really can't stand the sight of that vital fluid. His impulsive jealousy often leads to him with, quite literally, blood on his hands; another reason why he favours the night time (he can't see it as easily) and why he's nearly always wearing gloves. It makes him feel sick. If only his actions would think about his well being; but no, that's no fun at all. FEARS, losing control , it's been established that Felix doesn't bother with remembering most things. But he's also very aware of his violent outbursts. As normal as they've become, and even though he barely remembers them, if there's one thing Felix is afraid of, it's losing control. Usually he can contain himself to perhaps just one attack, or a few scratches; but what if he breaks again? What if he kills again? What if there's blood on the walls again? He still has nightmares about that first time... heights , a perfectly normal fear. Not many people are keen to falling to their deaths, splattering on the footpath below; they just don't worry too much about it. Felix, as well as the other acrophobes out there, spends far too much time imagining what that splattered shape could looks like, could feel like; and so avoids heights at all costs. They cause him to freeze up and stop functioning completely, even if it's something as small as a long flight of stairs. death , there are some people he doesn't envy, and they are the dead. Because once you're dead, you're gone, and there's nothing; absolutely nothing. It's why he tries so hard to control himself, to not kill anymore. Because he'd like to think that the people he spares will do the same in return one day, and save him from the endless unknown. DREAMS, to have , who doesn't want something, at one stage in their life? Who hasn't wanted what someone else has or is? Felix's entire life is pretty much based around wanting what he doesn't have; so of course his biggest dream is to actually achieve the things he desires. It changes nearly daily, as it would when what you want is pretty much everything you don't have. to control , if he could stop losing control and being so impulsively violent, things would probably seem better. If he found other, less deadly outlets, he might find it easier to deal with other things, like his intense jealousy. to forget , Felix doesn't have the best memory in the world, but there is one thing he remembers; his mother, and the mess that got him thrown in to this asylum in the first place. He doesn't like thinking about it; indeed, even the slightest memory will cause him to become morose and grumpy, and more unbearable to be around than usual. He hates feeling so awful, and hates how it makes his emotions even harder to keep in check. He would love nothing more than to just forget about the whole thing, just like he forgets about everything else. HOBBIES, singing , not that he does so very often now, but it's still fun to break out into song every now and again. Usually when there's no-one around, in deserted places. window-shopping , he's stuck with the problem of always wanting everything that isn't his; understandably this leads to times when he just can't afford to get anything at all. So he's imposed some form of self-restraint, and has made a hobby out of just going around looking at things and dealing with the pain of wanting but not having. conspiring , ... although his usual fix for the former problem is thinking and thinking and thinking, until he has a plan that lets him get what he wants. It's a handy, if not healthy, way to spend his time. HABITS, wanting , why does everyone else get to have stuff the he doesn't? cutting , Felix would never cut himself; he's not that depressed, and also he'd have to deal with the blood. But there's just something fun about digging a knife into something, breaking it apart, deconstructing it so it can never be whole again... humming , while he rarely sings when other people around, he can quite frequently be caught humming absently. He doesn't realise he does it, and probably wouldn't try to stop if he did. Life's so much more interesting with background music. SECRETS, his sister , usually Felix tells others how much he hated his sister, how glad he was when she died, how pathetic she was as a human being. But really he misses her a lot, and for all her irritating ways (how can someone be so NICE all the time?), he really did love her. Sure, he hated who she was and how she seemed to be so capable at everything he wasn't; but she was his twin! You can love someone without having to like them. his love of music , it's not good for the image, and really, why do people need to know anyway? It's something for him, not them. They don't need to know what doesn't affect them. his hatred of blood , again, the image thing. How can he intimidate people into giving him their stuff if they knew he'd go weak at the first sight of blood? It's not good at all for his lifestyle; in fact, if people found out, the whole thing could just come crashing down, and then where would he be? PERSONAL ITEMS, an emerald necklace , its value is unquestionable; a classical piece, the green stone set in a border of gold. Felix is always carrying or wearing it, often hiding it beneath his clothes to stop others from dirtying it with their eyes. There's nothing else in the world he loves more. a stress ball , the first and most handy item in the arsenal of the angry. Felix has one of those typical yellow smiley-faced stress balls that are seemingly indestructible. He spends the greater part of his time throwing it at people rather than trying to relieve stress, but in a round-about way, it kind of works. WEAPONS, stationary , Felix likes to keep things simple. A lot can be done with a pair of scissors, or a letter knife, or even just a really, really sharp pencil. Scissors are his favourite, of course, and he usually causes the most damage with a rather heavy and dated pair, the word 'envy' scratched shallowly into the length of the uppermost blade. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NATIONALITY, Australian , Romanian decent. FAMILY, • mother ANNETTE ARDELENE , the insecure housewife. She was always cautious of her image, and how she appeared to others; so fixated by what they thought that she based her entire existence into trying to trick people in to thinking her life was perfect. This superficiality did nothing but infuriate Felix, even though he's really the same. Deceased. • father MARCUS ARDELENE , the work-a-holic. Marcus was hardly ever at home, and when he was he'd be tired and stressed from work. He was rarely around in daylight hours, and at night Felix was either asleep or at some pub listening to some new band, so the two didn't really know each other. • twin sister JULIA ARDELENE , the favourite child. And for good reason; always happy and cheerful, the nicest person in town. She never held grudges or talked about people behind their backs. She was quite the little angel; almost too perfect to be real. Her favourite colour was green, and she was the previous owner of Felix's treasured necklace. Deceased. HISTORY, Felix Livy Ardelene was born shortly after his sister, Julia Augusta Ardelene. The twins were quite close, as twins are want to be; they grew up doing almost everything together, despite their vastly different personalities. Julia, the perfect little girl; Felix, that kid who's angry all the time. They went to school, they made friendships, and in Felix's case, he lost a few; but Julia was always the social butterfly. Their childhood would have been ideal, had it not been for their mother, Annette. She was essentially the pair's only parent, and she didn't like Felix at all. She cared for him, as a mother has to, but what she really wanted was a pair of identical, perfect, blonde-haired-blue-eyed twin girls. Not only was Felix male, but his eyes were as far from blue as you could get; a mismatched gold and red. So there was always this tension in the household; Julia could get away with everything, and Felix spent his time being lectured and belittled, constantly being compared to his angel of a sister. It didn't help that he had anger issues; he was nearly always in trouble at school, for throwing things at the other students, and for inciting fights and generally being disruptive. Julia would try to calm her brother, with all her innocent, naive goodness; but that only made him more angry, and he'd lash out at her instead. The first time he hurt her, he felt awful, and apologised straight away; but like all bad things, it became a habit. But unlike attacks on others, he would always feel guilty about hurting his twin sister. Then one day, when the pair were seventeen or so, they went to a party. The usual situation with teens and alcohol broke out, and as they were walking home, Julia was hit by a drunk driver. Felix was distraught, but didn't show it; he'd already started telling others how much he hated her, and their quarrels were a common sight in the school yard. While he's sure she ran off ahead, and was on her own when it happened, stories started that he'd pushed her, and was responsible. What was worse than hearing people say that was the fact that a part of him realised they could be right. Maybe he did push her. Julia had been popular. Her friends lashed out against him, and he did the same in return. Threats, attacks, assaults; he soon had more restraining orders than people who would be in the same room as him. It was around this time the stealing started; because there was no-one holding him back anymore, and he had nothing left to lose. Why not just take whatever he wanted? He deserved it more than they did, anyway. Things went downhill from there. His mother got to become even more unbearable, always morose and intolerable with her whining. Because now, if he so much as breathed, he would get a lecture about how he 'didn't breathe like she used to'. She kept Julia's necklace, the gold one with the emerald, to herself, and would always wear it under her clothes. Felix wanted it desperately, the last memento of his sister that wasn't associated with a time he'd hurt her; but she refused. She knew how much he wanted the thing, and took to taunting him with it, after she'd had a drink or two. Understandably, he snapped. The police were called when his father got home, and found his wife dead in the kitchen, scissors protruding from her neck, blood over the floors, the walls, the roof. Felix was wide-eyed in the corner, trying desperately to wipe bloody hand with bloody hand. Shortly afterwards he was sent to Solemnitas, where he joined the Sinners, and took upon the title of 'envy'. EXTRA INFO, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ALIAS, Pademelon! CONTACT, a pm would be grand. I also have msn, but you're going to have to ask nicely for that. CHARACTERS, none yet~ FACE CLAIM, Pandora Hearts | vincent nightray | felix livy

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