Name: Felix LeBeau
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Classification: Seed (knows he carries the witch gene)
Years with New STNJ: four years with the old STNJ.
Appearance: [img]http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt278/PandasQ/cb_vincent0031.jpg[/img]
He normally leaves his hat behind, but a black cloak is common for him. Underneath that is a normal uniform.
Personality: Usually the silent type, He doesnâ??t usually get too personal with others, However he places himself in front of all danger when he thinks it is necessary. He could take a bullet for a stranger, and definitely for the team. He also loves animals.
Why/how you got involved with New STNJ: Prior experience as a hit-man. Convicted and freed on the condition that he worked for STNJ.
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â??Your pardon is valid weather you join up with HOPE or notâ?¦ you donâ??t really need to be here at allâ?[/b] one of the rookies had apparently gotten wind of his past.[b] â??Whatâ??s making you stick around?â?
â??I donâ??t need a reason to shoot a gun, just a finger.â?[/b] Felix turned to look his questioner in the eyes, causing him to swallow involuntarily.
[b]â??Iâ?¦ uhâ?¦ never mind. Sirâ?¦ just making conversationâ?¦. See you laterâ?[/b] Felix doubted it. The people who stood up to fight witches need a resolve, and that man couldnâ??t even look him in the eye. To Felix a craft user could be a dangerous threat or a powerful ally. He really doesnâ??t think he needs either one, so getting as many out of the way as he can suits him just fine. Michael Lee approached him.
[b]"Strange isn't it? when we first got here we couldn't wait to get out. This was just like any other prison, except for hard labor and a few benefits we were on lock-down." [/b]said Michael.
Felix nodded, "[b]after all the complaining we ended up coming back after all... makes me kind of glad they didn't give me a choice[/b]."
Michael smiled, [b]"yeah, I still wont forgive 'em for keeping me cooped up in that headquarters. at least you got some to get some air!"[/b] Felix let out a sigh, [b]"Hey,I woulda fought a caster with my bare hands if I could get out of that desk. speaking of desks, I have one for you."[/b]
They took a walk down to the elevator. After descending two floors the doors opened to a newly revamped shooting range. the targets were placed on a series of pulleys, some were far away and some were close up. Michael directed Felix to the small room surrounded by what could only be stainless steel and bullet proof glass windows.
[b]"The bomb shelter is yours, for now at least."[/b] he handed Felix a keycard. [b]"I will be counting on you for firearm and hand to hand training, as well as tests on craft users, got that?"
[/b]Felix looked at what few would call an office. [b]"I got it."[/b]
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