Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Oct 25, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -5
STUDENT INFORMATION
| STUDENT NAME | ŁUKASIEWICZ, FELIKS TADEUSZ |
| STUDENT AGE | 17 |
| STUDENT ETHNICITY | POLISH |
| BIRTHDAY | NOVEMBER 11 |
| BODY TYPE | SLIM |
| SKIN COLOR | PALE |
| EYE COLOR | GREEN | HAIR COLOR | BLONDE |
| WEIGHT | 53.89KG | HEIGHT | 170.02CM |
PERSONALITY |
Everyone has an opinion about Feliks, and it's usually wrong. Most people assume that he is stupid, and quite a number believe that he doesn't care very much about others. That he's ditzy. That he doesn't care how people treat him. It isn't true; none of that has more than a mild resemblance to reality, but Feliks doesn't argue with other people's opinions of him. He didn't start the rumors, but now that they exist he has found them helpful, in a painful sort of way, for the purpose of deflecting the bullying aimed at him away from his real self and the sensitive points that go along with it. The real Feliks is rather proud, constantly curious, deeply intelligent, and a little bit tone-deaf with respect to others' feelings. He loves to learn, and would enjoy showing off his understanding of most of what's taught in school, but he doesn't quite dare anymore except with his closest friends. He's never quite aware of how annoying he is: he was told that he was doing something wrong over perfectly harmless things so many times that he started having trouble believing anyone who said that. One of those perfectly harmless things, the one that he's heard the most about, is his tendency to dress in a slightly more feminine manner than most boys. He likes his hair long and his clothes androgynous-to-girly, simply because it makes him feel comfortable. In one way, this is one of the few expressions of his real self that he is willing to display in public; in another, it is an additional layer of disguise because it reinforces the impression many people have that he is essentially a vapid teenage girl. He has taken to hiding behind this much-disparaged stereotype because nobody ever looks past it. Among the things that would surprise many people, given this, is his devout Catholic faith, which has been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. (Indeed, it has been part of his life for considerably longer than that--but the explanation will have to wait for the backstory.) He is quite passionate about it, not that anyone would ever know unless they saw him at Mass or otherwise engaged in something related. He loves the rituals, the stories, and the community that comes with it. Less surprising to those familiar with his "public face" is that Feliks is an unapologetic brony who will cheerfully tell you all about either My Little Ponies or the real-life sort of equines, depending on the nature of your question. In this one aspect of his life, he feels perfectly safe letting his passion for knowledge shine through. Feliks does care very much about his friends, but his difficulty understanding people extends to those he would like to be nice to as well. He tries to show his good friends that he cares about them, often in the form of hugs and the like. Hugs don't lie about anything, and especially not about affection. If he offends or hurts a friend, he has to trust that they will understand that he didn't mean to. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
- History. He likes to know where "the way things are now" comes from, and has a bit of a tendency to romanticize the past, particularly the Renaissance. Everything was great during the Renaissance. (Why, yes, it's possible that you will see him at a Renaissance Faire if he ever gets the chance; why do you ask?) - Horses and ponies--especially ponies. To some extent, this goes along with the history thing, but Feliks also just loves animals. Ponies are strong and cute at the same time, an admirable combination and one Feliks would rather like to emulate. And they're much more huggable than any car ever was. - Math. Applied math most especially. He has always had a thing for solving problems just because they were interesting, and the more practical the better. If he saw some kids building a treehouse, he'd probably try calculating how much weight their treehouse could take (and therefore how likely it was that he would need to suggest that their parents help with structural support). | - Bullies. If ever someone was a target for getting picked on, it would be Feliks, hence his now-reflexive defensive screen of fake personality. He can't stand the sort of people who think it's fun to hurt others, though he sometimes hurts other people by accident. - Being ordered around. Call it a rebellious nature or whatever you like, he just really hates it when other people tell him what to do rather than asking. This goes double for the use of his brainpower, which might be one of the reasons behind his allowing its existence to be kept secret. - Boredom. He doesn't take it well at all, and will go to great lengths to entertain himself if his mind is not occupied by legitimately interesting matters. This often leads to him doing things which are irritating to other people, simply because he has nothing better to do. - "Dumb Pole" jokes. He has some suspicion that the rumors about him started out as this. Regardless of whether that's so, he hates those jokes for fairly obvious reasons: they're cruel, hurtful, and untrue to boot. |
| Fears |
- Isolation. Feliks is fairly alone a lot of the time, since he goes to such lengths to avoid having his personality too generally known, but he depends on those friends he does have. He can't imagine having nobody left who was close to him. If there was no one at all he could trust, he might go crazy. - Confinement. Basically, this taken together with the above means that his worst nightmare would be getting thrown in one of those single-person jail cells. He very much fears losing control over his own fate, and to be physically trapped and unable to rescue himself would be the ultimate powerlessness. Being powerless to make things any better is terrifying. - Forgetting. To lose his understanding of the world, or his experiences with his friends, would be to lose part of himself. He worked hard for everything he knows, and he hates to think that it could be taken away from him. And if he forgets, how will he know how to handle a situation next time it comes up? |
BACKSTORY |
The very first notable event in Feliks' life was his birth, which was rather quiet and would have been fairly unremarkable as such things go, had it not happened in the middle of a church during Mass. His parents had not been particularly avid churchgoers before that time, but afterward they made a habit of showing up every week, at least once a week--"for Feliks' sake," they said. The way his mother told the story, he must have wanted to see what was going on so much that he snuck into the world right then and there. As he grew up, he somehow never lost that interest in church things. As a child, Feliks loved animals of all kinds, and particularly those of the equine variety. He was often seen playing with girls' toys, which caused his parents to worry--but, he explained, "the stuff they make for boys isn't any fun." He just had more interest in fancy clothes and swords and cute animals and old-fashioned manners and things like that than he did in guns and trucks and tanks. (Actually, he hated tanks. All boxy and ugly and mean. The good guys in the war games he played always had swords and horses and made the bad guys with tanks go away, by deus ex machina if necessary.) For a while, he played with a cheerfully mixed group of kids who lived near where he did, but as they reached the age of four or five, they began splitting up based on what they wanted to play, which more and more often fell along gender lines. Feliks usually went with the girls, because he still thought their games were just more fun. They were plenty happy to play princes and princesses with him. Secretly, he was disappointed that he had to keep his hair clipped so short, because he would have enjoyed wearing fun barrettes and such things on his head. (Which is not to say that he did not deck himself in the best preschool finery he could find; it was not uncommon that he would put sparkly clips on his clothes and call it "jewelry" the same way the girls did.) All this was happening in the same small city in Poland where Feliks' parents had grown up. He was in frequent contact with his grandparents, as well as his many aunts, uncles, and cousins. The family was very loving, but more than once he heard some aunt asking his mother why she had only had one child, and never did he hear an answer. All his relatives except the very youngest (and there was always someone young enough for that) were also confused by the fact that he just wasn't very much like other boys. It took a while for Feliks to think there was anything wrong with that, though. He was just different. At holidays, the boy-cousins would be playing mean games of breaking each other's things--the sorts of games that were really only enjoyed by the biggest ones at the expense of the littler ones--and he would be in the kitchen, fetching things for the aunts who were busy preparing the elaborate but ever-so-delicious foods that were traditionally served. Later, when he was big enough, he would learn to make those things himself. As a teenager, he would maintain that it was a necessary life skill to be able to make foods one liked to eat. But return to those early years. He was about six or seven when the bullying started, and still in very early school. The other students figured out that there was something unusual about him--or perhaps more than one unusual thing. At first, Feliks had had trouble in school, but once he got past the basics of learning that letters and numbers exist and into the part where they mean something, he came to love learning. He was on fire, and everyone else started to resent him because he was suddenly so good at almost everything. As little kids sometimes do, he had started to get a swelled head from how much he understood, and that combined with his being innocent of how rude it was to brag resulted in him becoming the least-liked kid in his class. Many of his classmates were willing to take excuse to be mean back to him, and prompted by the attitudes they saw in the adults around them, they hit on his "girly" behavior for one safe target. At first, Feliks had no idea how to react. He wasn't aware of hurting anybody. He didn't want to hurt anybody, and he didn't understand why his idea of fun was so disparaged. It slowly dawned on him that the teasing was worst when he talked about things he did well, so he started to close up during lessons. He raised his hand less when the teacher asked if anyone knew an answer, and talked less about the things he was reading. Slowly, he stopped showing off. It was when he was about ten that his parents packed up and moved to some little island in the middle of nowhere. Feliks found it weird to be away from his extended family, but he rather liked being in this new place where nobody knew who he was. He arrived for his first day at his new school and found that a rumor that he was an idiot had preceded him--why, he did not know, but he was afraid to do anything that might prove that wrong. As time went by and he settled into his new life, he found himself also settling into the role that had been predetermined for him. It was easier to ignore things that people who didn't know him said about someone who wasn't really him. It was easier to develop a goofy "Valley Girl" accent than to face the things some people said about his native one. And he found it was a fun role to play: he could get away with all sorts of things because people assumed he simply didn't know what was going on. Only the teachers ever saw how he did in school, so there was nothing to disprove the ridiculous impression everyone else had of him. The more control Feliks got over his appearance as he grew up, the more stubbornly feminine he made himself look, partly because he didn't want to lie about what sort of person he was to people's eyes as well as their ears, and partly as a gesture of defiance. If his interests were going to be considered girly, then he was going to look like a girl, darn it! Plus, he liked the way he looked with his hair longer than was fashionable on boys. It just looked right when it was down around his neck. This did not make him popular anywhere he went, but he was getting quite practiced at ignoring these things. It stung, that his one visible honesty earned him such treatment, but he was learning to expect that, as a whole person, he was not wanted anywhere. All he could really do about it was continue to be himself, let the consequences be as they may. Middle school was definitely the worst time of it. Bullies are always at their strongest in middle school, and Feliks had so many vulnerabilities that were amplified by the awkward changing-time. He pushed back, and for a few months became a bully himself before realizing what he had done. At that point, he essentially hid himself as much as he could for the rest of that time. High school came, and with it came somewhat better situations. Everyone was getting more of a handle on interacting with each other. The bullying did not go away entirely, but Feliks was able to come out of his shell somewhat and start forming real bonds with a few classmates. He still acts much as he always has, but now he has more confidence behind it. Senior year, and Feliks found himself assigned to Class 3-3. He had heard tell that there was some sort of curse on it, but he gave that about as much credence as he gave the tales from the same people about who he was. He laughs at the idea and tries to go about his business, but he hasn't forgotten the stories that are told... |
PLAYER INFORMATION
| OOC NAME | Koko |
| CONTACT INFO | Skype: AletheaChristianCat |
| TIME ZONE | GMT +5 (US Eastern) |
| SECRET ANSWER | PINK! (Not merely pink, but PINK!) |
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