Feliks Felician

Feliks is probably just as brooding and higher-than-thou as he looks, but he has his reasons. It took a lot of work, and he faced a lot of hardships, to get from the slums to the top of the world. He doesn't have time to question if it was worth it: he has even greater things to aspire to. Whether judging the wrong doings he was once guilty of as a Justice, or manning the laundering organization disguised as the the world's #1 bank.

## Feliks Felician

### Aliases

Felix, **Justice Feliks**,
Your Honor,
 **Jacob Head**,
Ass (ociate)

### Relatives

**Samira Head** (mother - deceased), **Ansil Felician** (father),
**Devlin Head** (older brother - deceased)

### Occupation

Former consul magistratus, Supreme Court Justice (associate),
Owner of Banx Felix (money laundering)

## **Appearance**

Feliks is the type of man who \*feels\* much older than he is. Because of this, he takes great care in managing his appearance: perfectly groomed, never caught without the highest quality clothes, eating the healthiest foods, keeping himself fit. He'll never look as old as he feels.

The scars of his past threaten his image, however. The chronic illness of the lower-class and the associated robotic, prosthetic legs he keeps hidden--they haunt him. They'll remain a secret for as long as he lives, perhaps at any cost.

## **Personality**

A no-nonsense individual with a drive to succeed. The world around him is a sickening example of living kind. He keeps hoping rising through the ranks will make him happy, but it hasn't happened yet. Just a bit more, and he'll be there. He wouldn't be caught dead being anything less than perfect. If he was? Well, it was someone else, not him.

People who don't put in effort, who allow themselves to reside in filth, those too childish, or people who are satisfied with placidity--those are his least favorite. He's not a fan of many things, and jokes and slang are certainly one of them. Always think before you act.

## **Home world**

### ***Appearance***

Themis is your classic dystopian sci-fi planet. An over-populated world, where towers upon towers were built and connected by interweaving bridges. The upper buildings, still touched by the sun, are a beautiful sight: penthouses decorated in blooming courtyards and rooftop forests. The elite play golf and ride their exotic animals around their mansions, or any number of thing they care to do.

The middle-class reside, of course, in the middle. The sun still casts its warm glow for an hour or so, when directly overhead. There's plenty to buy, and the many electronic advertisements show for it. It's hard to catch a moment of silence, within the buzz of electricity.

The lower-class live in the maw of darkness, which threatens to consume them. Animals, which have been pushed out of their natural habitat, roam the rotten streets, decrepit mixes of sewers and dead seas, and slink into the same 'homes' the poor try to sleep. It's a dog-eat-dog world, sometimes literally, when the scraps of food from the heavens don't come plentiful enough. Bones litter the street, where dead bodies should have been, but were long-since consumed. Diseases and illnesses which have been completely eliminated in the world above are still prominent down here.

### ***Head's Disease***

Details to be discovered. A chronic illness held by the lower-class, which caused Feliks to need his legs amputated.

### ***Government***

The large divide of the classes is difficult to escape, especially due to the naming conventions of Themis. People are divided into "houses", and are marked as such by their last names. House Felician and House Valins are the richest, the smartest, the most powerful, the most talented, and the other 30 or so houses beneath them are, by comparison, obsolete. Most in the slums of the lower-city share the same last name, and earned the over-arching nickname "Heads". This is not only an insult, but can be seen as a slur, and isn't to be used in formal settings.

Themis' government is a mix of an oligarchy and democracy. A small group votes for any governmental positions, such as the legislative, judicial, and executive branches. It's no surprise that Felicians and Valins predominantly rule, but a few have managed to sneak up, over the years. Whether through marriage, secret deals, or a preposterous mix of hard-work and luck, it can be done.

## **Biography**

### ***Growing Up***

Long ago, Feliks Felician was a young boy named Jacob Head. He had a mother, father, and older brother, all with the same last name. His family hated him, which was perfectly fine, as he hated them even more. To him, they were pathetic people, with plenty of chances to rise or learn, but at every opportunity laziness prevailed.

Unlike his family, he was willing to take risks. Little Jacob Head got ahead (pardon the pun) through blackmail. He'd allow himself to be used and abused by those above him, until he had the information to move up. If properly convinced, cheating wives would let him take a shower, drug addict husbands would hand over their wallets, and money laundering professors would teach him. Yes, he learned a lot. But as much as he tried, he couldn't escape the effects of the slum. It was always easy to recognize someone from the lower-city. Try as you might, you could never wash or educate away the chronic illnesses or scars.

### ***Adulthood***

Feliks was under close watch. His more willy-nilly tactics of his youth dissipated as he grew into adulthood. The fewer people who knew the type of person he was, the better.

Even after Feliks had blackmailed and bribed all the way into owning several businesses, to a temporary name change, to a year's chance as a Consul Magistrate, to an official marriage under the Felician House name, he still felt like a stranger amongst these people. At first, they were on the hunt for any and every imperfection the newcomer "from another planet" might offer. It wasn't until after he had truly proven himself that he could secretly acquire a doctor's services. The disease called for his legs to be removed. A difficult procedure to keep under wraps.

As far as proving himself went, it wasn't a task he found especially difficult. The rich business owners and politicians loved to play a mental game of chess with each other, and the prospect of a reasonably street-smart opponent (or partner) greatly interested them, after their initial skepticism. Thanks to his year as Consul Magistrate and his already owned businesses, he easily found himself a place at the top. He was officially a supreme court justice and the owner of Banx Felix, the #1 Bank on the planet, previously under a different name. All a front, he skipped from planet to planet, attempting to find any deals that might feasibly accompany his money laundering scheme. There were a lot of businesses that needed funding.

Don't ask him why he brought his father with him, to the world above. Feliks wouldn't be able to tell you, and Ansil has never shown an ounce of gratitude. Call it a son's obligation, after the rest of his family died from Head's Disease. It wouldn't be right to leave the old man alone down there.

## **Space Travel**

### ***Versa***

The planet Versa was a mistake, as much as he'd never admit he's made one. Four years before his first glimpse of the GEKO, he helped fund the production of weapons and military for one of the gangs on this planet, under the guise of 'rehabilitation' and 'cultural knowledge'. If they blew each other up, it was no cause of concern for him. When leadership of an opposing gang changed, however, word somehow got out about his illicit affairs. Before it could become an issue for him, he... helped speed along the process of a planet-wide catastrophe on Versa. Four years later, and he's never mentioned the whole event.

### ***GEKO***

Feliks first witnessed the GEKO crew during some shady dealings on a near-by world. One glimpse, and he slipped out the back door of the onsen planet, so to speak.