Felix

## **Character Name**

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 …  felix lee  was  known  as  the generous &  entertaining  ace of hearts / queen's advisor  with a  reputation  for  being  a  kim jongin doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon ,  the  natural  born  villain  human  has become  widely  known  for  being  rather scheming  &  dishonest  .   let's  see
how  long  the  wonderland  native  will last  during  this  war  .   after
all  they're  only  twenty six years  old  .  +  he/him  &  cismale  ,  alice in
wonderland.

## **Early Life**

**TW ABUSE, TW DEATH**

His mother was partial to white. Like the lilies in churches--holy and pure
and pretty but, *ah.* Felix knew better. Nature
had a way of getting it's way, beckoning with color, sight, smell, sound and
his darling actress of a mother was so damn good at luring people close, just
so she could hook her painted nails in. She gnashed and chewed. She spit out
men so carelessly and Felix imagined that’s what happened to the father he never met. Just bare bones and bitter disappointment once she sucked them dry. But
there was always an eye to her storm. Spice sweetened by sugar, his mother tucking his hair behind his ear, scratching the back of his neck, down his
spine so gentle that Felix could almost forgive the bruises on his arms (she'd
warned him, but he wouldn't behave). He’d pick at the crusts of crescent scabs
on the back of his hands (she always kept her nails long) when she took him to
work, all blinding lights, camera, action and his mother would bloom on set. He
loved her. He hated and needed and envied her. Eventually, the shadow she cast swallowed him up too. Felix earned himself small stage roles at first, the
directors licking their mouths, “You’re Sara’s son, aren’t you?” They could see
the resemblance in his eyes, his mouth. *Handsome boy.* And he had a jawline that could cut hearts, of course, but it was his voice
that finally eased him out of his mother’s shadow. Would you look at him now—no
longer pecking at the scatter of opportunity tossed his way due to his mother’s
reputation. He crooned and hushed on stage, the lights hot, trickling sweat
down his spine, gathering on his upper lip, the rest of his cobbled together
band an afterthought as he sang. Felix was his mother’s son. He snapped up attention and was shit at sharing it. And at seventeen, before he traveled for
sold out performances his mother gathered him up. He had to hunch over, his face pinned to the crook of her neck (when did she get so small?).

Sticky, pink, lipstick mouth to the shell of his ear, “I made you into
something good. Didn’t I, baby?” And there it was again. A reminder of the
shadow she cast (she’s not so small after all) and how nothing he's done mattered but Felix smiled, smiled, smiled for the cameras always watching from the street.

*Click, flash.*

It’s the last time he’ll see her breathing.

He made a hell of a lot of money. Two months traveling and he only called
her on the night he was slated to return. She didn’t answer. The windows of the
house were dark, and the entryway pitch black as he palmed the wall for the
light. *It* clicked on-- so bright and he couldn’t see, completely blinded and he blinked once, twice, and there was his mother on her back at the foot of the stairwell. A dagger to the heart, a deathbed scene and where were the cameras? The staff? They were filming, right?

The rooms were empty.

The inspectors arrived and poked and prodded her. She’d been dead for hours.
And, ah-- how far she’d fallen. But even cold and stiff she was still
beautiful. And she looked good in all that red. Of course she damn did.

## **Current Life**

His mother’s death smacked sticky and dark like a witches ritual (the blood on the scene prettily painted on the floor) and he followed the leads to the Queen of Heart’s court. He pressed his pretty mouth in the right ears, made himself invaluable and now here he was—tucked neatly at the queen’s side. Advisor, Ace of Hearts, a member of the queen’s inner court—Felix’s appetite for revenge was only matched by his ambition.

## **Personality**

+  creative, resolute, generous, & entertaining.

- scheming, reckless, dishonest, & sleazy.

## **Relationships**

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