Felix Ferroux - Feral Cat - Neutral

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Permission to make a feral cat given by Prankster.

The Not So Fabulous Life of Felix Ferroux

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Name: Marquis Roldán Morales da Firenze
Real Name: Felix Ferroux
Gender: Male
Age: 18 Years Old
Species: Feral Cat
Occupation: Dockworker (former), Thief, Shoemaker, Dreamer.
Side: Neutral

Physical Appearance:

Roldán Morales da Firenze (let's just call him Roldán or Felix) is a cat of extravagant tastes and a very high standard for personal hygiene. Considering he is a feral cat with a great deal of long, luxurious fur, proper hygiene could be essential to a very long and healthy life for him (provided his wife doesn't kill him off first). Roldán gives off a heavy appearance, with a thick, uneven coat, long, extravagantly bushy tail and huge, high-set ears. He's an orange tabby in color, with a Mackeral pattern (see picture below for reference), a dark, 'm' shaped marking upon his forehead (which he jokingly states is a symbol of his position as a marquis) and similar, equally as dark markings around his eyes and cheeks. He's not a 'solid orange', but rather has a variety of shades of orange all over his body, starting with the dark orange markings, the light orange base coat, and the creamy white fur that runs from his muzzle to his belly and along the underside of his tail. His fur requires regular bathing and brushing to keep it from matting, but he is fond of water (provided they are very small bodies of water, like a tub) so it's not too much of a hassle for him.

Despite the thickness of his fur, it lies rather flat against his small muscled, but big-boned form, the multitude of orange hair making him appear larger than he actually is. If his fur were any denser, he'd appear twice his actual size. Perhaps what is Roldán's biggest trump card in life is his physical appearance. Nicknamed 'the handsome fool' by the creatures who know him back home, Roldán has relied on his attractiveness rather than his intelligence to get him out of certain situations (at least, when a female is involved). He's fortunate that his plush orange coat tends to look very good in all types of lighting, and is as soft as a kitten's. He has a broad head and a wide, squarish muzzle with equally as large oval-shaped eyes of hazel that slant ever so slightly toward the base of his ears. His ears do not stick out, but rather stick perfectly up, almost in a similar manner to a hare's, but his are tufted like a wildcat or a lynx, giving him the appearance of some kind of exotic creature from a faraway land.

Though he is a nimble, fleet-footed creature, his appearance doesn't convey any of this, his body, though small, has particularly large paws (perfect for landing and pushing off of things, as well as running beasts over), and that huge bottle-brush tail is by far is most eye-catching feature. It's not thin like one belonging to a cat with shorter fur, and it's large enough to rival even a fox's. Despite his substantial looking bone structure, Roldán is a stealthy, sneaky creature with all the dexterity and flexibility of a highly trained monkey or an acrobat.

Roldán, interestingly enough, comes from a family of slow growers, which means he isn't likely to reach his adult size for another 4 or 5 years, when he's just moved up into his early twenties. He still has the appearance of an older kitten, and will probably keep his young but handsome looks for a little while longer. The quirkier parts of Roldán's appearance include the bits of hair between all of his toes (his paws are thickly padded and make for great snow-shoes in the wintertime), and the unusually long, perfectly white whiskers. His nose is a leathery pink in color, with thick whisker pads, and long, pristine white claws that complete his appearance.

Clothing-wise, Roldán is prone to wearing two different variations, depending on his occupation.

His traditional clothes consist of a plain white laced-up shirt with close-fitting cuffs but loose-fitting sleeves (which are often pushed up to allow him to work), dark brown trousers, small nondescript leather shoes, and a handsome golden medallion against his chest. Over top the laced up shirt is a sleeveless, lightweight leather vest with golden buttons up the front and brown cotton fabric over the back. These are considered his respectable work clothes, and the kind he can generally be seen in during the day time – his nighttime clothes contrast heavily with this, however.

During his thieving hours (approximately 10PM – 4AM), Roldán not only undergoes a personality change, but he changes his outward attire to match.

Trading in his white laced up shirt for a black, close-fitting tunic that has a slight v-shaped neckline and a short, stiff collar. The sleeves are slim and tightly cuffed, his furry paws covered by thin leather gloves. His large, bushy tail is smoothed and strapped to his back (beneath his shirt) by thin but durable leather bands, and upon his head is a large black hood with a full mantel that covers his shoulders. Upon his legs are tight black breeches, lightweight leather boots with a small sheath for a dagger strapped to the outside of his left thigh. It is normally the only weapon he carries. Because of his bright orange fur, during his thieving hours, he will often cover his face, chest, neck and ears in soot to help him better blend in with the night time. This entire outfit is designed for stealth and quick getaways, both of which are things he does very, very well.

Possessions:

One of his prized possessions is the gold medallion he wears around his neck; this shiny bauble hangs from a golden chain, and has the image of a roaring lion upon it's visage, with the words Audentes fortuna juvat (fortune favors the bold) along the edges of the medallion's face.

His weapon of choice is a 10 inch, plain looking dagger with a black hardwood handle, and a brass guard and pommel. It's kept in a leather sheathe attached to the outside of his left thigh. It holds special significance to him because, like the medallion, it's one of the first things he's ever stolen. The length of the blade itself is 5 inches.

While out thieving, Roldán carries a thick, fur-lined, black sack to carry the things he stolen. The reason for the fur lining is to muffle the sound of his stolen goods clinking and clacking together. It's lined with rabbit fur, but the bag itself is something he took from a vermin, not something he's made himself.


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Personality:

The biggest, most noticeable trait of Roldán's character is that he is a complete and total coward. He is the literal term of the phrase 'scaredy cat', and is as terrified of confrontation as he is of his own 'beloved' wife. He's bullied into doing her bidding, his wife using everything from death threats to pity to batting her pretty little eyelashes at him to get what she wants.
And she wants a lot of stuff. Even though her demands are sometimes things he absolutely does not want to do, Roldán is too frightened of her to disobey, and is literally at her beck and call most of the day. The only exception is during his thieving hours. Accompanying his cowardice, however, is his frequent bouts of talking about her behind her back. He could complain until the cows come home about how much of a tyrant and a she-devil his wife is – but it's all 'yes dear', 'sorry dear', 'yes my sugar-plum', or 'would you like me to get you something?' when he gets home.
His submissive, meek personality makes it easy for others to walk all over him.

The one thing his wife has not managed to squash out of him (besides his pride, self-esteem and ideas) is his ability to dream. Having grown up with a little more than nothing, Roldán is a creature who covets the finest things in life, he wants what other creatures have, he wants to feel wealthy, respected and loved. Not only is this the main motivation behind his thieving, but it also serves as a chance to let himself get lost in the depths of his own imagination – escaping his bossy wife and less than fabulous life. He can imagine himself as a handsome young knight, noble and honorable, and perfectly capable of rescuing a pretty maiden or two at the drop of a hat. He can imagine himself as a fearless soldier, with a stiff upper lip and a humble personality, not afraid of anyone or anything – his sense of duty overcoming cowardice.

Or he could be the wealthy, generous young prince, who has everything he could possibly want. The young prince would have so much in fact, that he would be willing to give it all away, so long as he has enough to live on, a loving wife and a great family at his side, loved and accepted by all.
Still being young, Roldán has retained some of his childishness, and likes to play 'make-believe' while he works, often engaging some sort of dialog between himself and his fictional friends and family whilst parading around as a dream-version of himself. With the exception of his soldier version, all of Roldán's dream-selves have the long, 'exotic' name of Roldán Morales da Firenze, a name he came up with in his earlier years to make himself sound more sophisticated. His real name is actually Felix Ferroux, and unfortunately for him, his wife has no idea...

Does he have any intention of telling her?
Absolutely not.
She'd boil off his fur, roast him over an open fire and feed him to their children for lying to her.

Aside from the cowardice and his dreamer personality, Roldán can be extremely uptight about his appearance, and takes a great deal of pride in his own good looks, often making them out to be the highlight of his entire being. He tends to sell himself a bit short, however, as he does have some positive personality traits – no matter how often they are crushed beneath the heels of his wife's boots.

He's extremely empathetic, and no matter the situation, he always sees both sides of the story, and tends to feel bad for both parties involved. This causes him to steal only from the very wealthy, the beasts who can afford a few missing things and not be too heavily effected by it. Aside from fish, he has never killed another creature before, and has no intention of sullying his paws with anyone's blood either. He'd sooner go to jail and pay for his crimes than kill someone in a last minute, desperate getaway.
In all honesty, his primary motivation for not getting himself caught is his wife. Scared to death of what she might do to him, combined with the fact that he couldn't bear to think about how her and the children would survive without him, makes for a very very strong motivational tool. So far, it's been rather effective, as he hasn't let her down yet.

Life has been rather disappointing to the ambitious Roldán, for instead of riches, glory and a wonderful family, he's stuck with making shoes in the middle of Mossflower, stealing to get the things he desires, and with a wife more tyrannical than a warlord. Coupled with his meekness and failure to reach his desired goals, Roldán doesn't have my talents – unless lying and boasting about himself to impress others counts as a talent – he's practically useless as a shoemaker. Aside from his expert skill as a thief, he's lousy at just about everything else (except obeying his wife) – from farming to medicine to cooking – all of Roldán's skills could be counted on one paw. This isn't helping his self-esteem at all, and with his wife constantly reminding him of his lack of abilities, he finds himself living a very miserable existence, trapped in a world controlled by his wife. In her world, he's not allowed to contradict her, lie to her, or go against any of her wishes. If he can do that, then, in her opinion, he'll be just fine.

Curiously enough, Roldán's personality seems to do a 180 when he's away doing what he does best. Able to at last be himself, Roldán shows himself to be a confident, skillful individual, a creature who enjoys the thrill a thief's life brings. He laughs at any challenge given to him, he looks his enemies in the eyes and throws up witty retorts before making off with their most prized possessions. He feels like he can do anything, when dressed in those black clothes and covered in soot. It's ironic how, at his dirtiest, this normally very clean, very meek cat can feel his most confident. Though his skill with a dagger is extremely lacking, Roldán can turn into the charming, dashing rogue he had paraded himself to be when he'd first met his wife. He can feign his way through tricky situations, scale walls none would be brave enough to climb, and seek out the most expensive thing in the room with just a glance over. However, once he is back in the stifling environment of the place he calls hell home, Roldán returns to the timid, semi-broken creature he has always been. This kind of lifestyle is doing him no favors, being forced into a submissive, subservient creature, only able to express himself when he's committing some crime, far away from his family and everything that it stands for.

The life of a shoemaker isn't going to be enough for Roldán, who is still a young, fiery soul who wants nothing more than to go out and achieve his dreams – even if it means he has to learn a few skills on the way, or study, or become a better creature than he already is. He feels incredibly stifled by his wife, and very foolish for falling for a creature who mistreats him so badly (he's a gullible creature by nature, so it wasn't exactly hard for her to get him in her clutches), and would dash off without a backward glance if he knew there wouldn't be any negative consequences to it. However, trapped in a wicked web weaved by his wife, getting out of this situation is a lot harder than it was getting in.


Strengths:

• Stealthy: When he sets his mind to it, Roldán can break into just about anything, and get out with just as much ease.
  
  
• Kindhearted: Not only equipped with endless amounts of empathy, Roldán possesses a kindness that comes naturally to him, and when he's not stealing from you, he can be a wonderful beast to be around. ...as long as his wife isn't in the room.
  
  
• Charming, pleasant: Even though he's not particularly smart by scholarly standards, he can be a charming individual – again, providing his wife is not around.
  
  
• Expert Thief: Roldán has but one primary skill, and that's thieving. Even if it's just this single skill, Roldán is so good at it, it tends to make up a little for his other flaws.
  
  
• Positive Thinking: despite having the opposite of the life he initially imagined for himself, Roldán tries to make the best of his situation, however, even all the positive thinking in the world can't really make up for having a tyrannical wife such as his.
  
  

Weaknesses:

• Allergic to Mice. (No, I'm not kidding. A cat who's actually allergic to mice.) He can't hunt mice, despite his wife's demands for them, because he's highly allergic to mice hair, and he's too softhearted to kill another creature.
  
  
• Cowardice – almost cripplingly meek, Roldán can be submissive to just about anyone who raises his voice to him, knows how to use a weapon, or puts him in his place.
  
  
• Feelings are Easily Hurt/Sensitive – he doesn't handle criticism well, and often dwells on it for days, even sinking into a small form of depression. His self-esteem can't quite hit rock bottom (so long as he has his looks), but it can get dangerously low.
  
  
• Bad Fighter – another thing to add to the list of his failures, is his lack of ability when it comes to fighting. He never learned how to use a weapon properly, and the dagger at his side is mostly for decoration, it completes the 'character' he's in at that moment: the fearless thief, Felix Ferroux, who can steal just about anything. He doesn't use his claws for much, except for picking locks and scratching the occasional itch, so it's safe to say his 'natural defense' skills are rather low...
  
  
• Doesn't like large bodies of water – if there's one thing he hates, it's large bodies of water. Even the Abbey Pond is too much water for him. Oddly enough, he likes taking baths.
  
  
• Lacks Talent – It's been stressed enough in his personality, but Roldán doesn't possess any talents outside of thieving. Despite working on a dock, he isn't a very good fisher, and despite his current 'decent' job as a shoemaker, he isn't very good at that either. He's even a 'so-so' sort of father, as he can't remember all of their names, and doesn't pay that much attention to them. He tends to leave them to occupy themselves.
  
  
• Submissive/Meek – Roldán is rarely the creature doing the yelling or the scolding, and usually breaks up any arguments with his children by saying “don't make me tell your mother”, because even they walk all over him when he tries to lay down the law. Discouraged beyond belief by this, he's pretty much given up trying, and let's them do what they want.
  
  

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History:

~~Humble Beginnings~~

Marquis Roldán Morales da Firenze was not born with such an elaborate name. In fact, the name is merely an inventive attempt to make himself sound more sophisticated and 'worldly'. His real name is Felix Ferroux (pronounced fur-roh, drawing out the 'roh', the 'x' is silent.), and he was born not a Marquis, but the son of a poor fishercat and his wife, in a little seaside village called Selwyn.

His kittenhood was pleasant; his mother made and sold clothing while his father was away fishing, often going out on one of his fishing boats to try his luck farther from shore. Felix was a curious, happy kitten, intrigued by the world around him, and once he was old enough to comprehend things, to have ideas and dreams of his own, his attention was drawn to the small inn at the center of the village. It was called Red Rock Inn, and because Selwyn was the kind of little village that sat between two bigger, more populated ones, it was often a 'rest stop' for weary travelers making their way to something better.

All sorts of creatures, good and bad, stopped at the Red Rock Inn, and Felix found himself intrigued by every single one of them, and the fantastic (and sometimes frightening) stories they shared while at the inn.

It wasn't long before 'following in his father's footsteps' suddenly seemed like the last thing Felix wanted to do with his life.

~~Big Dreams~~

Being his father's only offspring, let alone only son, it was a general rule that he would take up his father's occupation when his father chose to retire, and his own son would take over for him after that...
But Felix didn't want that kind of life for himself. He wanted to be out having adventures, experiencing fantastical things, going wherever the wind carried him. His father, knowing his son lacked talent as well as the good sense to be happy with the life he has, ridiculed his ideas and dreams constantly, determined to stamp that nonsense out of him. Felix's mother was a bit more supportive, but his father's constant attempts at stamping on his plans for himself really hurt his pride. It was the first step to turning him into a meek, submissive creature, the scarring his father gave him is something he still thinks about today... The pain of having a father who's disappointed in him and doesn't support anything he does hasn't seemed to have lessened any.

Felix was young then, and had approached the rebellious stage of his life. Sick of the smell of fish (which played a part in his very hygienic lifestyle), sick of the little village and sick of his father crushing his spirit, Felix ran away from home.

However, not before pilfering a few things from a weary traveler.

~~Something to be Proud of~~

Knowing he couldn't very well run away without supplies, and he loved and respected his parents enough not to steal from them, Felix went to the next best option: the travelers at the inn.
Having grown up in the tiny fishing village, he knew everyone in it, and he knew how hard they worked every day to make a decent living for themselves. Being the sympathetic, softhearted kitten that he is, he turned his gaze away from the villagers, and stole from a middle-aged sea-rat spending the night at the Red Rock Inn.

Aside from pilfering food, Felix found himself unable to resist the beautiful, gleaming medallion he found hanging around the rat's neck, and took it right off of him while he slept, snatching away a silver dagger and it's sheath on his way out. Pulling his hood over his head and shouldering a haversack full of looted goods, Felix fled into the night, feeling an exhilaration the likes of which he'd never experienced before.

At last, he was free! Free from his father telling him he'll never amount to anything, free from his father crushing his dreams, from this little town that offered him nothing but dullness... And at long last...Felix finally found something he was good at.

~~Why Should I Worry?~~

Now that he was out on his own, Felix, despite not having many talents, flourished while he was out from under his father's withering glare and his mother's rolling eyes. Perfecting his skills as a thief, Felix began reinventing himself, wanting to get as far away from that poor fishercat's son he'd once been as possible.

The first thing to go was his boring, unimpressive name. It took him a while to come up with just the right fit, but after crossing paths with a couple of newlywed foxes and a traveling troupe of performers, Felix became enthralled by their long, elegant sounding names and their intriguing, exotic accents.
After stealing a fabulous cloak from a Marquis of some faraway land, Felix at last discovered his new self.

From Felix Ferroux, he became Marquis Roldán Morales da Firenze, the handsome, wealthy noblebeast from a place no one could pronounce but himself, but sounded so real no one ever doubted him. He traveled from place to place, stealing from creatures that were richer than himself, lying to anyone fool enough to believe him, and wooing any pretty cats he happened to come across.

This lifestyle worked for him, and he carried on merrily up until he was seventeen, went he met an incredibly attractive feline by the name of Maria-Rosa Auditore...

and that's where all the trouble began.

~~Hoodwinked~~

Almost immediately, the gullible, foolish Roldán fell for the clever, stunning Maria-Rosa – the maiden enchanting him as only a maiden could, pulling him in until running away and marrying her seemed like the best idea he'd ever had. Blindly believing he'd found love, Roldán ran off with Maria-Rosa after only a few months of knowing one another, and they were wed in the fall by a shady looking rat, but Roldán was too starstruck to notice anything suspicious. He never got the chance to experience a honeymoon period with his new-found wife, because as soon as they were hitched, she let him know exactly what kind of creature she really was.

Dragging Roldán away from the glamorous lifestyle he'd been so attracted to, she brought him to Mossflower, to a run down little cobbler's shop that had once belonged to her father...

and ten kittens all suddenly calling him 'Daddy'. The maiden he'd married hadn't been a maiden at all, but a swindler, tricking him into marrying her, thinking he was a wealthy marquis who could provide for her and all of her children. She'd played him like a fiddle, Maria-Rosa well aware that she'd found a fool too cowardly to leave her, and too submissive to refuse her orders. Although she was beside herself with fury to find out he wasn't a real marquis, and had no fortune she could squander away, she decided to tighten the chains around his wrists and keep him, knowing she could never find another creature more foolish than her husband. Forcing him to become a cobbler, as well as thieve as much as he can from anyone he can get his paws on, Roldán has become more of a lackey than anyone's husband. A servant living in a house that's supposed to be 'theirs', working round the clock while she does nothing but laze about, her children constantly wrecking havoc wherever they set foot.

It's been about a year since his dream-life was shattered, and Roldán has made few attempts to get it back, steadily losing hope and resolve with every badly-formed shoe he makes and every cruel word she throws his way.

Somehow, in the pit of his stomach, Roldán has realized that his father was right about him all along.

He did amount to nothing. He did not achieve the perfect life he wanted to, instead he got the exact opposite, and is stuck wishing he'd simply settled for being a fishercat's son instead of a wicked creature's slave.

Maybe things will start looking up? After all, he can't have all this bad luck forever, right?

He certainly hoped not, otherwise he might end up in an early grave, with nothing to his name but some badly made shoes and thousands of things that have never belonged to him in the first place.

Relationships:

Mother – Atula Ferroux

Father – Marius Ferroux

Maria-Rosa Auditore da Firenze – er, Felix's 'loving' wife.

10 Children – yes, 10 kittens, none of which are his, but they all call him 'father' anyway. He's not entirely sure what all of their names are, but he knows one of the females by Cossette, and one of the males as Tulio or Philippe...he's not sure which is which.

Other:

• Felix is based off of Puss in Boots (Shrek version and original) and with a little Robin Hood, and a little Assassin's Creed II thrown in with the names and clothing.
  
  
• Here's a reference picture for Felix. www.smokeycoons.com/images/Img_0818-reduced.jpg
  
  
• Also inspired by Cross/Django's Blaze, and Promatera's Bon Vaygan.
  
  
• Here's a reference for his dagger.
  www.medievalcollectibles.com/images/Product/large/ZS-203105-BK.jpg
  
  

[Tracy]

Well, I see no problems with the profile! One thing I went back and checked over was his age, matched up with what he's done, because he's young. But that all seems fine enough. Seeing as he is only 18 though, this whole running off and getting married thing is -very- recent right? So that would have to be the important thing with his life in any RP right now I would guess.

Anyway, that's not a problem, just a note. =) So, just to Prank or Wild now for approval.

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Yes, the running off and getting married is extremely recent. Like only a few months recent, which is why I stressed his relationship with his wife throughout the profile. xD His life has quite recently been flipped upside down.

Thanks for checking him over Tracy!

[Prankster101]

Approved!




_{(Posted while still a staff member of this site)}