Lord Felix Harrowgate. Height; 6'2". Weight; Lanky, slim, never going to win at arm-wrestling.
General Appearance; Felix is a human deviantart sparkledog. No, really. He's very pale, with long, curly deep red hair that he usually leaves to its own devices. It streaks into white at his temples and to the right of his forehead. His left eye's cat yellow, while the right is an eerie pale blue.
Garish tattoos of twining vines and flowers run from his knuckles up the length of his forearms, and large stylized eyes mark each of his palms. A thin scar runs through his right eyebrow. Felix's features are slightly effeminate; he's described frequently in canon as 'beautiful', never 'handsome'.
Physical Mannerisms; Excellent posture and a confident air. Felix walks with the careless grace of a man on stage -- right up until he starts paying attention to what he's doing. He's not clumsy, exactly, but there's an awkward self-consciousness to his movements which sometimes slips through.
Felix strongly prefers to keep people on his left side, and positions himself accordingly. He'll run his hands through his hair when he's frustrated or wants to think, but goes to some lengths to avoid accidental physical contact with others. His fingers are a bit crooked and stiff in motion, as though they've been broken before.
Verbal Mannerisms; Felix has a high, "breathless" voice, and speaks with the impeccable precision of academia. When he's upset, it tends towards the nasal and shrill. If things are really dire, his childhood accent may slip through: A heavy drawl that sounds like it crawled out of the Lousiana swamp with a mouthful of mud and glass.
Fashion; A meticulous dresser, Felix favours the colourful and flashy. His favourite (and only, at present) coat is a bright vermilion covered in gold buillon, and it clashes quite utterly with his hair. The whole thing's almost a bit French1700s, though with the addition of trousers and boots. His clothes are well-made, but he doesn't necessarily take care of them -- you can find just about anything in his pockets on any given day.
Felix never bothers with cosmetics, and actively avoids perfume and people who wear it. He's seldom seen without a cravat, however, or the ten gaudy gold rings that encrust his fingers. Several gold hoops line the cartilage of his ears.
Etc; > felix's right eye is mostly blind. > his hair turns into a giant ball of frizz when wet. > actual footage from the mirador.
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Height; 6'2".
Weight; Lanky, slim, never going to win at arm-wrestling.
General Appearance;
Felix is a human deviantart sparkledog. No, really. He's very pale, with long, curly deep red hair that he usually leaves to its own devices. It streaks into white at his temples and to the right of his forehead. His left eye's cat yellow, while the right is an eerie pale blue.
Garish tattoos of twining vines and flowers run from his knuckles up the length of his forearms, and large stylized eyes mark each of his palms. A thin scar runs through his right eyebrow. Felix's features are slightly effeminate; he's described frequently in canon as 'beautiful', never 'handsome'.
Physical Mannerisms;
Excellent posture and a confident air. Felix walks with the careless grace of a man on stage -- right up until he starts paying attention to what he's doing. He's not clumsy, exactly, but there's an awkward self-consciousness to his movements which sometimes slips through.
Felix strongly prefers to keep people on his left side, and positions himself accordingly. He'll run his hands through his hair when he's frustrated or wants to think, but goes to some lengths to avoid accidental physical contact with others. His fingers are a bit crooked and stiff in motion, as though they've been broken before.
Verbal Mannerisms;
Felix has a high, "breathless" voice, and speaks with the impeccable precision of academia. When he's upset, it tends towards the nasal and shrill. If things are really dire, his childhood accent may slip through: A heavy drawl that sounds like it crawled out of the Lousiana swamp with a mouthful of mud and glass.
Fashion;
A meticulous dresser, Felix favours the colourful and flashy. His favourite (and only, at present) coat is a bright vermilion covered in gold buillon, and it clashes quite utterly with his hair. The whole thing's almost a bit French 1700s, though with the addition of trousers and boots. His clothes are well-made, but he doesn't necessarily take care of them -- you can find just about anything in his pockets on any given day.
Felix never bothers with cosmetics, and actively avoids perfume and people who wear it. He's seldom seen without a cravat, however, or the ten gaudy gold rings that encrust his fingers. Several gold hoops line the cartilage of his ears.
Etc;
> felix's right eye is mostly blind.
> his hair turns into a giant ball of frizz when wet.
> actual footage from the mirador.