Felicia Stark
Name: Felicia Stark
Age: 24
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 17th of Cylus, Arc 695
Marks: N/A
Factions Joined: N/A
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent) || Xanthea (Broken)
Partners: N/A
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Age: 24
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 17th of Cylus, Arc 695
Marks: N/A
Factions Joined: N/A
Languages Spoken: Common (Fluent) || Xanthea (Broken)
Partners: N/A
Appearance
Felicia has dark hair, almost black, similar to her mothers though she does not quite remember. Blue eyes are set in a face with lightly angled features, not quite beautiful but not hideous either. Plain, perhaps, his how Felicia would describe herself as she does not think she stands out in even the slightest way. When standing straight Felicia reaches about 5'5 inches in height, though typically she rounds this up to 5'6 if asked directly. Her skin, while not unblemished, is lightly tanned from her travels and what time she does spend working in the sunlight. Long fingers end with slightly rounded nails cared for daily in a meticulous fashion which is a stark contrast to the callouses that roughen her otherwise soft-seeming features. Robes or dresses tend to be Felicia's preferred wear for day to day use, though when working or doing other physically intensive activities she usually wears simple trousers and shirt. She gives very little thought to fashion or her style overall, though from time to time Felicia does take an interest in jewelry or accessories though she rarely wears anything more than a small necklace or bracelet.
Personality
Felicia is not sure when it started. It was like a fog began to creep in, a chill that persisted despite the weather outside. If she tries very hard she can sometimes remember when things were normal. She could laugh, or cry, feel frustrated or angry. Then it was gone, and suddenly she was left feeling as if she were just a shell. An empty husk that could no longer understand what it was to feel happy, or sad or angry. She was numb inside. Perhaps it was before she came to live with her brother Robin and their master, or maybe it developed while she was young just after she was wrenched from her mother's arms to pay some dept. Whatever the case, this was how she was and Felicia had gotten used to it.
It is difficult for Felicia to understand people, and because of this, she has trouble connecting with others. She lacks any ability to empathize with those around her, but despite this, she does often try and put on a face, or a mask, of normalcy and smile when she thinks she needs to, or frown when it seems appropriate. It's not that she cannot feel anything though. From time to time she can feel a dull throb of what she might have felt, but it is often so muted it can be easily ignored. This puts her in a perpetual state of boredom, a maddening and all-consuming experience that drives Felicia to do sometimes odd and unusual things in order to feel something other than the cold in her chest.
Felicia is quiet more often than not, but curious and inquisitive. She does not feel much need to hide her true thoughts from people so at times can seem blunt or callus.
History
Before she was born Felicia's mother made a deal with the woman without understanding its implications, and because of this the foolish woman traded her firstborn child for just the briefest moments reward that would never satisfy her drug-addicted mother's cravings. The dept was not collected however until Felicia was 6 arc's old. Thus the girl can remember being snatched away, the sound of pleading from her useless mother, and a flash of blood. After this is when the numbness began, the creeping emptiness that sucked out the joy, anger, and sadness from this child's heart and left just a shell of a human in its place. The years after that Felicia does not remember very well. She had several instances of blackouts up to recent years, though most were short and the time lost was usually inconsequential. For instance, Felicia remembers her initiation into Necromancy by Victor, but only the initial moment of going into the locked cellar and hearing the groans of the Husk as it was animated. Her next memory then was laying on the stone floor of dark prison, a faint sound of shuffling aimless footsteps as the Husk was now underneath her control.
From that night onward Felicia just survived, with no particular purpose or drive in mind. She did as she was told, cooked and cleaned when ordered, and practiced her art as her master commanded she do. Felicia never could understand the point of her and Robin's existence to this witch. Did He want heirs? Minions? It did not matter of course, and while not exceptionally cruel Victor was liberal in his punishments and harsh in his judgment. So when he died Felicia could not even bring the slightest twinge of feeling her soul at the man's passing.
Robin never asked how Victor died, and that was perhaps for the best. It had not been intentional, not really. One day, while her brother was out doing some errand or another Felicia, was cleaning the small cottage where they all lived. Victor ordered her to see to the dinner preparations, which meant gutting and cleaning some small rodents that they had trapped around the home. It was as she was flaying the rabbit's hide that the thought struck her. Could Victor die? The witch was reading at his usual spot at his desk in the corner, a single lantern lit to give light to his quill that scratched eagerly on a piece of parchment. At first, Felicia ignored the thought, but it became more insistent. She had killed small things before, the rabbit that she was serving for dinner for instance. It had been easy. Just twist the neck or cut an artery and it was done. Were people that easy too? At some point, Felicia made a decision, and as she set a bowl of stew next to Victor's hand, the man not looking up, Felicia struck the point of the carving knife into his neck. There was no thought to the action, no intention beyond grim curiosity, and it was with a small measure of surprise that Felicia watched Victor gurgle red spittle from his lips and slump off the chair to the floor, a river of red flowing from her to pool on the floor.
Robin came home while Felicia was still cleaning the stained boards that had soaked up the red life from Victor's body, but strangely her foster brother did not ask or even comment on the absence of their master. Instead, he asked after the dinner, and so Felicia served them both before returning to her work to clean up her mess. The body was never properly buried. She left it in the cellar where her initiation had occurred, not even bothering to claim the bones for her magic.
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