Felix Lamori
Age: mid 20’s in appearance
Persona: Quiet, Stoic, Rough, Difficult
Occupation: Worker for The Order, Worker for The Primal Affinity
Height: 5’11
Species: Demon
Family
Sister: Victoria Lamori
Uncle: Vincent Lamori
Cousin: Hope Lamori
Age: mid 20’s in appearance Persona: Quiet, Stoic, Rough, Difficult, Stubborn Occupation: Worker for The Order, Worker for The Primal Affinity Height: 5’11 Species: Demon
Family Sister: Victoria Lamori Uncle: Vincent Lamori Cousin: Hope Lamori Father: Tidus Lamori
Keeping as mostly a solidary presence, from a young age Felix was known to keep to himself. This created a sort of drift in the bond between him and his younger sister as they aged, despite their close childhood. He worked hard to train and serve towards The Order, not seeing much of his sister or father, he ended up leaving home quite young moving towards the city.
Living on his own within the city, Felix still wasn’t commonly adjusted to modern living. He prefered old fashioned and chose to do things mostly on his own. He rarely allowed himself to accept help from others. He tended to be overly secluded and private. Picking up work for The Order and The Primal Affinity, it eventually took a toll on the young male. Work he was confident to handle, work he felt secure in began to slowly turn dark. It began to grow against him, like a sickness. It was something he had never experienced before, and it all happened on a job of all places.
Working a job just like any other night, Felix had gone out to check on a local event rumored to be hosting a Red Dawn meeting. It was a bit out of bounds for his position, but the male was over-invested in proving himself. There was a sense of validation he strived to feel, like a hungry beast inside of him. It was his first experience with their family curse. Something his sister had always seemed to blame their uncle for. Something that seemed to be resented.
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By the time he had come to his own senses again, Felix only found himself strapped to a bed with bloodstained beneath his nails. He felt like a caged dog.
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Finding himself staring at the large metal gates in front of
him, Felix flicked the cigarette lit between his lips. Bowing his head, with his face covered by the dark ballcap, he waited patiently at the gate’s intercom holding the request button down. With a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, the young male shifted his position staring down at the wax sealed letter held in his hand. Was this meant to be a punishment? He couldn’t tell just yet. Hearing the voice of the soft maid on the other end of the speaker, he hiked the bag upon his shoulder with a deep almost husky voice. “Felix Lamori for Vincent Lamori. I have a letter from The Order in request of assistance.”
