LLEWELLYN, felix rafael

[felix]

FELIX RAFAEL LLEWELLYN !?

'drown these everglades and put us in our place.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"my name is felix rafael llewellyn, i'm three hundred years old, but i'm carded fairly regularly so i'm inclined to believe i appear around my early twenties. i like girls. i've had multiple names in my years, not all of them good. they're more titles than names; the siren's son, the swamp ghost, felix-no-legs. i'm a terror of the hockomock swamp and i'm a hybrid. my father was a vampire and my mother was a freshwater mermaid who lived in the swamp. you could call merpire if it suits you, i don't have much interest in caring. i'm a man. i'm also neutral, as i've no love for the humans, but no love for the structures of power the dark side aligns itself with. i'm me. i'm a thing that exists."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"i've been told time and again that i'm a handsome man. i could agree, my face has served me well in the past. i'm about six feet tall, somewhat stocky, pale, and dark-eyed. i have full lips, a small nose, and i'm rather hairless which some people take to be unconventional. when i was young, my looks were a luring mechanism. i could be easily mistaken for a lost traveler submerged halfway in a sinkhole, or trapped naked in the woods at the hands of some voodoo maven. when people came upon me, and i had them close, i would become quite the opposite. merpeople, by definition, are of the water, and have tails, i can change entirely when i swim. there is nothing alluring or handsome about me then, when my skin turns grey-green and discoloured, my eyes become yellow voids, and my mouth becomes a row of jagged fangs. i am a terror, the ugliest mercreature you will ever meet. the horror they were met with didn't last long, howevver. i always ate them soon after. that was long ago though, my handsome face has become my much more common one, and my diet consists mostly of carefully acquired blood. it's unseemly to eat humans like an animal in the woods. also apparently i look like some actor called kit harington"

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"i've been told i'm a disappointment for an urban legend. like, i tend towards being a bit too...normal, for peoples' tastes. it's true, i'll get into the odd scuffle with hunters, for very legitimate reasons, i've killed a lot of people and it sure doesn't matter to anybody if i've become someone else since then, and not every victim i take lives, unfortunately, honestly though, i have my job, i do it, i go home, i go out maybe, i sleep. i have a bit of a fissure in my identity. when i lived in the swamp with my mother, i identified much more with being a merperson than being a vampire, when i left the swamp after my legs finally developed (more on that later), i started identifying more with being a vampire. it's an odd combination, i know that, i've never met anyone else like me. it can get a little bit lonely. either way, from time to time i'll feel more like one than the other, and it can be difficult to balance,

i think the sort of creature that best reflects the kind of person i am would probably be the selkie. basically they were irish shapeshifters who wore seal skins to transform and they lived predominantly in the water unless someone came along and stole their skin, that bound them to the land until they got it back. i guess when i learned about my parentage, and when my mother was eventually killed by the locals, that was when my skin was stolen. it made me develop a different sense of empathy for the first time as well. i had never known loss, and to this day i have trouble taking victims that might be somebody's parents. it's a bit counterproductive when it comes to feeding on people to survive, but i don't have much in the way of illusions about what i am either. i know that i have to drink blood to live, i know that i used to full on eat people. i eat what i eat to survive, and i won't apologize for that. i'll just do it in a way that isn't incredibly damaging.

i've been told i can be a little...shy, i guess all those years in the swamp really screwed around with how i related to people. i guess i'm hyper-aware of what they might be thinking of me, what their motivations are, i panic a bit in my head. i can make friends, lovers, whatever, sure, it's just a bit hard for me to reach out to people i'm told i look a bit lost at any given turn, and it makes people want to reach out to me which i guess i'm grateful for. either way, at the end of the day, i struggle socially. i guess. err...yeah. i don't have an incredibly quick temper, but when i'm mad i'm mad for a good long time. if you really get me past my breaking point i might lose all illusions of humaity that i like to keep and just rip your head right off. but that's rare...yeah pretty rare. but either way, yeah. there's nothing particularly mystical or enchanting, and i certainly don't see myself as much more than what i am, i'm just living out my days as i see fit, and trying not to get into too much trouble."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"i was born in 1710 in the Hockomock Swamp, it's in Massachusetts, my mother was a mermaid who'd come from the great lakes after her family had adapted to fresh water centuries before, why she struck out on her own i never came to know, but she eventually made her home in the swamp among the frogs and snakes and everything else. they were my only friends when i was growing up. but i ate them too, sometimes, if a human hadn't been through in a while. i never knew my father, he was a vampire my mother met in the swamp one night, she'd stolen liquor off the corpse of another human not too long before, and mistook him for something living. that was the night i was conceived apparently, she never told me anything more of it. i've always wanted to know, but i've never had any answers in that respect.

i don't remember much of my early childhood, but i was essentially an animal then. when i got old enough, my mother would take me out of the space of the swamp that we called our home to hunt for the humans that came through out of necessity. if the two of us were out at the same time, we'd wait for carriages and drive the horses into the waters to feast on the humans who came with them. when i started to hunt individually i developed my own style. my mother was already known in the swamp as a siren, she who'd lure you in with her songs like the ancient greek sirens of old. i had to be different, but unlike my mother i couldn't leave the water, my genetic makeup prevented me from developing a human form below the waist. i could shed my monstrous appearance, at least, and appear as a young man, trapped in quicksand, or as a corpse halfway out of the swamp. the stupid ones, the people inexperienced for the ride, they'd come. especially the girls. because i was handsome, and i used that to the full extent of my ability. that was another thing that came from leaving the swamp, seeing women as something besides food. it was weird.

but my life was like that for decade upon decade, and i had a name of my own then 'felix no legs', or 'the swamp boy', or whatever else. and people would come through the swamp, wary of my presence, but some of them would disappear all the same. it was good fun, i won't lie. even now as a different man i can recall why i enjoyed it. it was like a game to me. things changed, however, when a group of villagers actually came for my mother and killed her. that was the first time i tried to leave the swamp. to get them, to make them see what they had done and who they'd angered. i was the beast that came for their wives and daughters and children and without prejudice slaughtered them all. how could they presume to do this to me? but i couldn't, day after day, year after year, my legs never came. until the day that they tried to drain the swamp to make farmland. they angered endless spirits and other creatures of the watery abyss, but they did me a serious kindness. i woke up in the mud, with legs.

and i came for them, i walked all the way out of the swamp (after a few trial and error walking attempts), i walked into the forest, i walked all the way to the edge of the world of men. and then i realized; i didn't know a thing about that place. i was a naked, muddy young man to them, i had none of the mystique that gave me power, i had no vantage point to attack from. i had nothing. i wouldn't avenge my mother. i couldn't. not without knowing my enemy. but things were different when i walked back into the swamp, tracing the path of a wary traveler, of all my prey. i went home, but the water was gone. i found deeper water, but i'd become displaced. my form came back, but suddenly it no longer felt like me. and then at that point, things changed.

i didn't have a home anymore, i didn't have anywhere. and then...suddenly, i was lost. i was out in the world, and i knew nothing of anybody. i was an island to myself. and as much as i hated, and maybe even feared the humans i encountered, i wanted to know them, so i might not feel so alone. and as the years went on, i didn't hate them anymore. maybe it had something to do with finding and burning down the homes of the people who'd killed my mother. but either way, i was a changed creature. i had grown beyond my tiny world. people came for me, again and again, trying to bring me to justice for what i'd done to all those people. they never succeeded, as can be seen. the last person i ate was a hunter, but somehow after that humans left a bad taste in my mouth, flesh-wise at least. i sustained myself off their blood ever since, as was the way my father had done it.

the world kept expanding, and i went with it. i traveled excessively, in pursuit of...some sense of self, maybe. i don't know. i met merpeople and vampires, but never anyone like me. i guess i can't blame merpeople and vampires for not mating, it's a bad match if there ever was one. i'm more resistant to the effect water has on me in human form, but i burn very easily in the sun, and in the days before sunscreen i had to mostly live in cloudy and dark conditions. i need to feed twice as often as a normal vampire. twice a day. which means that i'm obligated to live in cities forever, lest somebody take notice.

but...i've grown fond of the human world, maybe not the humans themselves...at least not as a group, but i like the world that i occupy, regardless of whether or not i have to duck or fight a few hunters from time to time, or one of my victims die on me. i'm actually a travel writer now, which means that i get to follow the ever-expanding world to see what it has to give me. and in the end, misfit amongst creatures that i might be, i'm content. "

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"I'M SARAH. YOU KNEW THAT ALREADY. I'M 21. I'M FROM CANADA. I ALREADY HAVE KALEB SELWIK. AW YEAH. YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA PM, MSN ([e-mail]) or AIM (ygritteygritte) or TUMBLR (itsa-werewolfbarmitzvah) spooky scary boys becoming men, men becoming wooolves.

PEACE OUT

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[felix]

FELIX IS DONE

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