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Feliks Łukasiewicz

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Join date : 2009-10-29
Age : 28
Location : Warsaw, Poland

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Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz

Age: 19

Birthplace: Warsaw, Poland

Power: Shifter

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 130lbs

Feliks isn’t against or with the Division.

Appearance: Feliks is an androgynous young man with straight pale blonde hair that comes to his chin. His chartreuse green eyes are heavy lidded, giving him an appearance of being scheming to disinterested if it wasn’t for the playful smile usually plastered on his face. Feliks has a femininely slender body but still retains a decent amount of muscle. When he isn’t cross dressing in women’s clothing, he retains modest outfits in solid colors such as dress shirts with vests, ties, sweaters, and slacks.
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Personality:Feliks has a playful and carefree personality but is generally shy and timid when in the presence of strangers. He’s witty and loves to play jokes which can sometimes be taken as flirting but is only his way of showing his trust in another. He’s very resilient and confident in his abilities even though it makes him a bit of a narcissist. He’s also an avid cross dresser and tends to shift his clothes into clothing even inappropriate for women; however, due to his terrible poker face, you can easily tell you’ve received something shifted by the silly grin he sports on his face.

History: Having a tendency to get in trouble, Feliks is not likely to stay in one place for a very long time. He discovered his power at a young age and has since then shifted whatever was necessary to get him what he wanted and even at the expense of others. The Division, not liking his blatant use of power, decided to “punish” him, leaving him with stranger anxiety. Now Feliks will only shift to get by in life and gain information that may prove useful to others. Having knowledge of the underground and things on a strictly need to know basis, many with powers and those from the Division come to him. He’ll sell out secrets for new information, money, and sometimes a friend.

RP Sample: Dimmed lights danced around the club along with the faint smell of alcohol and swaying bodies. Feliks sipped lightly at the margarita before him, puckering his lips at the sour beverage. He hated it. He hated this place. People were everywhere. Maybe looking for a good time, maybe looking for a place to escape reality-in the end it didn’t matter. They were strangers.

Feliks’ chest grew tighter as anxiety began to nip at his mind. Downing his drink, he waved at a near by waitress for another. As much as he hated these places the comfort from the depressants they served were enough to stop him from shivering like a scared wet puppy trapped in a cage too small. Why am I here? This question often crossed his mind just as the answer just stepped into the booth he was occupying.

Relief washed over him in soft waves as a familiar face graced his presence. It did not matter that strangers were still around him. Comfort only asked for one person. He was safe.

“Dude, I was, like, totally waiting for ages in here!” Feliks exclaimed through a grin. This may have been a lie since he had only been waiting for ten or so minutes; however, to Feliks, it was an eternity.

“Err-sorry, I did not mean to inconvenience you,” the man sighed. Though he regularly visited Feliks for information it was hard to get used to his flamboyant personality. “Anyway, you know why I’m here. Can we skip the chit-chat?”

“If that’s what ya’ want,” Feliks said nonchalantly, knowing it wouldn’t matter if he pressed the man to stay for a drink at first. To keep his mind safe for a little while longer.

“What’s the payment this time?” The man asked as he hastily stuffed the envelope into the folds of his coat, getting ready to high tail it out of the club.

Feliks, stalling, put his fingers to his lips playfully, mocking the man. No, he wasn’t going to ask for money this week since it had already paid for his rent. His client chose the same type of place to meet. All of his clients did. It was a punishment for the work he did and the payments were punishments for bringing him to these wretched places.

The waitress came back, setting down Feliks’ drink and a drink for the man.

“I didn’t order this,” said the man.

Feliks interrupted the waitress before she could address the man, “Yeah, you didn’t. That’s your payment. You, like, have to stay and have a drink with me!”


Feliks speaks with a valley girl sociolect which usually drops out when he is very serious about something. He has a penchant for skirts, often carrying them around. You'll find that he has a bit of a motor mouth when he gets to know you. Unfortunately, he's also a bit of a kleptomaniac and has a tendency to borrow cars.
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