Post by Felicien Sauvage on Jul 27, 2011 0:29:39 GMT -5
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Fire At Will (Fritzle) [July 27]
Practice makes perfect when your name is Felicien.
Can Brains Atrophy? (Vinny) [July 27]
The inexperienced can be so cocky.
Relationships
Victims
Fritz Brotmarkel - BLU Medic, met in Fire At Will
Rivals
Vincens Perrault - BLU Spy, met in Can Brains Atrophy?
Name: Felicien Sauvage. Insists that everyone calls him Fefe. His lover calls him "Feef".
Age: Thirty-five.
Date of Birth: January 9th, 1955.
Team Favorite Color: Periwinkle Blue.
Class: Spy.
Gender: Male.
Languages: French (native tongue), English (grew up speaking); Spanish, Russian, Japanese (required for work); Mandarin Chinese (picked up during his travels); Danish (can understand but refuses to speak it)
Loadout:
Primary - Enforcer
Secondary - Dead Ringer
Melee - Knife
Personality: Felicien is a very loud and in-your-face type of man. He's the life of the party and wants everyone to know it. He's quick to make petnames for people and loves learning about their love lives; he's a bit of a matchmaker. Of course, he sees himself with everyone else, too. He has absolutely no shame.
He does have a more serious side that crops up when need be. Good luck trying to get it to stick, though.
Sexuality: Flamboyantly gay.
Strengths:
Outgoing and personable, gets in everyone's business; competent when shit hits the fan, able to switch from the class clown act to a serious combatant.
Weaknesses:
Doesn't like opening up about himself; jaded after being separated from his lover; can be rather blunt.
History: As far as Felicien can remember, he was a slum rat. He stole to get by, and he still has scars from the few times he wasn't quick enough and got caught. When he was eight, Felicien was picked up off the road and taken away from the streets. Apparently they had been watching him. They knew that he had nowhere else to go, no future in store for him, and gave him an option. Thus they became his family. He was groomed to be a killer, an assassin. At the age of 16, Felicien was already on his first recon mission.
His first kill had already been at the age of 14; his final test required that he be the last acolyte standing. The children whom he had grown up with all fell to his feet. Felicien's justification had always been that this was his chance to break free, his life to fulfill. It didn't matter who he took down to get ahead in life.
In 1987, Felicien enlisted under Builder's League United. Due to some unforeseen circumstances - or bungling of the paperwork - he was actually sent to the Reliable Excavation Demolition headquarters. His term lasted for a year before he took to the road with his lover, seeing all there was to see in Australia. In the following years, he kept in contact with his old teammates and got into all sorts of shenanigans he'd rather not discuss.
Now, he's back at it and once again trying to join the BLU Team.
Nationality: French
Ethnicity: French and a hint of Russian blood he knows nothing of.
Appearance:
Hair color - Naturally blonde.
Eye color - Hazel.
Height - 5'7" (170 cm)
Weight - 143lbs (64.8kg)
Felicien doesn't wear the standard Spy jacket. Instead, he wears a vest over his dress shirt and generally forgoes the use of his mask. He has very curly blonde hair, and he puts quite a bit of work into it; he's not about to ruin his pride and joy by sticking it beneath a suffocating balaclava.
He has been mistaken for a woman on more than one occasion, thanks to his soft facial features: High cheekbones, tapered chin, wide eyes. It doesn't bother him, really. In fact, it tends to get him laid more frequently.
First Person Sample: It was absolutely dreadful. I thought I was going to be sick. That boat ride did no good for my body; I had nothing in my system and yet I still wanted to vomit right there on top of the deck. I'm sure the moss would have hidden it. Ugh. It's just my luck getting assigned to a swamp. I swear, if there wasn't any hot water, I'd kill someone. My nerves were completely shot from the transfer. And I had thought the train ride was bad. Boring doesn't quite compare to utterly disgusting.
I let out a melodramatic sigh and started for the entrance to BLU.
Third Person Sample: Felicien flicked his wrist, watching blood splatter upon the ground. He lifted his knife and frowned. A sliver still remained. Oh well, he'd consider it a souvenir. Ducking where he wouldn't be seen, he decided to masquerade as his fellow Engineer rushing back for his nest. A bullet nicked his shoulder and his cloak re-engaged. Perfect. He'd have no trouble running around as the enemy Soldier. Another duck from view and he prepped his disguise kit.
He heard rockets whizzing by. Perhaps Soldier wasn't such a good plan. He decided to head out as a Medic and ran towards the Heavy barking for assistance. Oh, Felicien would show him a good time all right.
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Fire At Will (Fritzle) [July 27]
Practice makes perfect when your name is Felicien.
Can Brains Atrophy? (Vinny) [July 27]
The inexperienced can be so cocky.
Relationships
Victims
Fritz Brotmarkel - BLU Medic, met in Fire At Will
Rivals
Vincens Perrault - BLU Spy, met in Can Brains Atrophy?
Name: Felicien Sauvage. Insists that everyone calls him Fefe. His lover calls him "Feef".
Age: Thirty-five.
Date of Birth: January 9th, 1955.
Class: Spy.
Gender: Male.
Languages: French (native tongue), English (grew up speaking); Spanish, Russian, Japanese (required for work); Mandarin Chinese (picked up during his travels); Danish (can understand but refuses to speak it)
Loadout:
Primary - Enforcer
Secondary - Dead Ringer
Melee - Knife
Personality: Felicien is a very loud and in-your-face type of man. He's the life of the party and wants everyone to know it. He's quick to make petnames for people and loves learning about their love lives; he's a bit of a matchmaker. Of course, he sees himself with everyone else, too. He has absolutely no shame.
He does have a more serious side that crops up when need be. Good luck trying to get it to stick, though.
Sexuality: Flamboyantly gay.
Strengths:
Outgoing and personable, gets in everyone's business; competent when shit hits the fan, able to switch from the class clown act to a serious combatant.
Weaknesses:
Doesn't like opening up about himself; jaded after being separated from his lover; can be rather blunt.
History: As far as Felicien can remember, he was a slum rat. He stole to get by, and he still has scars from the few times he wasn't quick enough and got caught. When he was eight, Felicien was picked up off the road and taken away from the streets. Apparently they had been watching him. They knew that he had nowhere else to go, no future in store for him, and gave him an option. Thus they became his family. He was groomed to be a killer, an assassin. At the age of 16, Felicien was already on his first recon mission.
His first kill had already been at the age of 14; his final test required that he be the last acolyte standing. The children whom he had grown up with all fell to his feet. Felicien's justification had always been that this was his chance to break free, his life to fulfill. It didn't matter who he took down to get ahead in life.
In 1987, Felicien enlisted under Builder's League United. Due to some unforeseen circumstances - or bungling of the paperwork - he was actually sent to the Reliable Excavation Demolition headquarters. His term lasted for a year before he took to the road with his lover, seeing all there was to see in Australia. In the following years, he kept in contact with his old teammates and got into all sorts of shenanigans he'd rather not discuss.
Now, he's back at it and once again trying to join the BLU Team.
Nationality: French
Ethnicity: French and a hint of Russian blood he knows nothing of.
Appearance:
Hair color - Naturally blonde.
Eye color - Hazel.
Height - 5'7" (170 cm)
Weight - 143lbs (64.8kg)
Felicien doesn't wear the standard Spy jacket. Instead, he wears a vest over his dress shirt and generally forgoes the use of his mask. He has very curly blonde hair, and he puts quite a bit of work into it; he's not about to ruin his pride and joy by sticking it beneath a suffocating balaclava.
He has been mistaken for a woman on more than one occasion, thanks to his soft facial features: High cheekbones, tapered chin, wide eyes. It doesn't bother him, really. In fact, it tends to get him laid more frequently.
First Person Sample: It was absolutely dreadful. I thought I was going to be sick. That boat ride did no good for my body; I had nothing in my system and yet I still wanted to vomit right there on top of the deck. I'm sure the moss would have hidden it. Ugh. It's just my luck getting assigned to a swamp. I swear, if there wasn't any hot water, I'd kill someone. My nerves were completely shot from the transfer. And I had thought the train ride was bad. Boring doesn't quite compare to utterly disgusting.
I let out a melodramatic sigh and started for the entrance to BLU.
Third Person Sample: Felicien flicked his wrist, watching blood splatter upon the ground. He lifted his knife and frowned. A sliver still remained. Oh well, he'd consider it a souvenir. Ducking where he wouldn't be seen, he decided to masquerade as his fellow Engineer rushing back for his nest. A bullet nicked his shoulder and his cloak re-engaged. Perfect. He'd have no trouble running around as the enemy Soldier. Another duck from view and he prepped his disguise kit.
He heard rockets whizzing by. Perhaps Soldier wasn't such a good plan. He decided to head out as a Medic and ran towards the Heavy barking for assistance. Oh, Felicien would show him a good time all right.
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