<div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjAwMC5RbXhoWTJ0cVlXTnIuMAAA/old-english-five.regular.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/85/ff/af/85ffaf6111ed894d95cc066dfc6a2918.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/d0cM2jr.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felix Parker<br/><strong>Pet Name:</strong>Smokey<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Blackjack; The Witch Cat<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Early 30s<br/><strong>Cat Breed:</strong>Black Cat<br/><strong>Fur Color:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Height:</strong>(Human Form) 5'9<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>(Human Form) 155 lbs.<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>(Human Form) Dark Blonde<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>(Human Form) Green<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>(Cat) Green-yellow<br/><strong>Mark:</strong>XIII<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>From:</strong>Liverpool, England<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Felix is a sly and mysterious cat. He doesn’t reveal much about himself for not many cats are interested in black cats. He is often stereotyped to be a Familiar, and they wouldn’t be wrong. Once upon a time, a Familiar was what he was until the goddess—for some reason—chose him. He wasn’t the easiest to accept as one of The Nine by the royal family, and even after being blessed, he wasn’t trusted with the keep of his temple. Felix still isn’t permitted to watch his own Cat Eye without facing the king’s elite guardsmen. He is certain he could dispatch them, but he chooses not to out of laziness and perhaps even foolishness. If the king thinks he can guard his temple better than he can, then so be it.<br/><br/>The black cat moves like a shadow and will often times sneak up on other kitties. He finds it amusing and sometimes it is unintentional. He likes to tease and play on the edge of danger. The saying ‘Curiosity killed the cat,’ should be a motto he should live by, but Curiosity hasn’t killed him yet.<br/><br/>Felix has an impressive talent when it comes to cards. He can stack them, shuffle them, expertly throw them, and he will even play games with them—which he will use his good and bad luck powers to cheat. Sometimes he wins an impressive pot, and other times, he loses everything but the fur on his back. Compared to the other Nine, Felix seems more like a bum. But who’s at least having fun? He is often considered irresponsible for not making an effort to reclaim his temple from the king. Whatever. He's just a Witch Cat any way.<br/><br/><strong>Special Arch:</strong><span class="bbc_u">Deck of Cards</span>- Felix wields a deck of solid-black cards. They appear to have nothing written or drawn on them, and are flexible like a thin metal. The edges are sharp. When held between his fingers, Felix can cut with them like knives. He can throw a card at an enemy, and the card will be as sharp as a shuriken. He can embed his cards into a wall, and scale them like stairs. His cards are capable of levitation, and it is uncertain if it is the power of the Arch that allows them to do so or Felix’s witch cat magic. Felix will never say. His cards will line up in the shape of a barrier to deflect projectiles or act as a platform for him to surf through the air on. The reason why he is so good at shuffling cards is well…magic.<br/><br/><strong>Power:</strong>Good Luck/Bad Luck - it's a 50/50 gamble anytime Felix resorts to using his powers. It isn't a safe game to play, but he doesn't really have much of a choice. This was the power the goddess cursed and blessed him with. He can use his luck power to bestow someone with good luck or bad luck; however, he doesn't control what kind of luck they receive. Therefore, he tends to only use this power sparingly.<br/><br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjAwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUZkcGRHTm9JRU5oZEEsLC4w/witching-hour.regular.png)</div><br/>Felix was born in a litter of black kittens. All but one of his siblings turned out to be stark-white, and while she was accepted by their mother, she was not accepted by their master. His parents’ master was secretly a witch named Joan Hawthorne. She had bred his father and mother together because their magic power was the most compatible. Felix’s father, Draven, never really saw his mother, Angela, as a lover. She had only been there to fulfill his desires as well as that of his master Joan. Felix would later learn that his litter was not her first, but Angela’s third. The kittens were all taken by witches, young and old, once they were old enough to eat solid food. His white sister Ophelia was never taken. Draven and Joan always gazed upon her with disapproval and disgust, and Felix was too young to understand why. Ophelia was different, but she still exuded great magic. Felix didn’t have a chance to see what happened to her before he was taken by his own master.<br/><br/>Felix’s master wasn’t much of a witch. He was more a magician than a witch and performed various illusion magic before gullible humans. It actually amazed Felix how easily fooled humans were, but it wasn’t just humans, cats were as well. Felix, in his free time, would take to the alleys, shocking and amazing cats with his disappearing acts. He often made fish at the fish market disappear, and he and his friends would flee from the enraged fish salesmen.<em>Good times.</em><br/><br/>As Felix continued to perform and learn from his master, he developed new methods for stealing. He became popular among the strays in the alley. He was their hero, and as long as he kept duping the humans, then he kept them alive and plump. The strays started to serve him. They called him, “The Witch Cat.” He could have whatever female he wanted and the strays brought him whatever he needed. He amazed his followers even more by ridding The Alley of an invading gang of dogs. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.<br/><br/>One night, Felix was hanging around the wrong kitty. She was the mate of a cat who she claimed was greater than him. Felix, blinded by his fame, didn’t believe there was any cat so great. Another witch cat, by the name Rasmus, her mate, angrily confronted Felix. The two cats fought in The Alley. Even with Felix’s cunning tricks and illusions, he had been no match for Rasmus whose master had been a true witch. He was beaten and left to wallow in his defeat in The Alley. His followers left him and began following Rasmus. And just when he thought his luck couldn’t get any lower, the dogs who he had chased from The Alley returned with a vengeance. Felix laid unmoving by a trashcan barely alive. His master never came for him for he couldn’t cross into Catmandu. The strays who he thought were his friends never returned. Felix was certain that he had found his resting place, but when he next opened his eyes, he didn’t find himself in an alley. He was lying on a towel in a box in a mysterious human’s home.<br/><br/>Afraid at first, Felix remained hiding in his box until the young woman who had rescued him made her appearance. She tried not to scare him and attempted to give him a saucer of tuna. Felix did what any frightened cat did and fled through the house with his rescuer chasing him. It was strange! His body didn’t ache and he had felt just as energetic as ever. It was when he fled into the bathroom that he noticed the mirror and hopped onto the sink to gaze upon himself. Etched into his fur was an odd symbol, and at first, Felix feared that he had gained a tally. Had he died!? His master, who he eventually learned was named Pamela Dearborn, captured him and held him in her arms until he was calm. She fed him tuna from her hand and gave him a scratch to die for—something no one else had ever done. Felix has since decided to live with Pam, and uses her home as a permanent residence.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjAwMDAwMC5UbWx1WlEsLC4w/witching-hour.regular.png)</div><br/>Again, another eerie night, while Felix slept next to Pam, three mysterious cats appeared at the end of the bed. They were Sphynx cats, and while Pam slept obliviously, they took on human form and appeared in monkish robes before the bed. They called Felix by name and asked him to come with them. Felix reluctantly left Pam’s side and went with the cats. He crossed with them into Catmandu and traveled with them to a mysterious temple. Felix learned that the temple had been one that had not found a keeper yet, and the Sphinx cats were priests and priestesses of the goddess Bastet. In the temple was a strange relic called a Cat Eye, and when Felix drew close to it, the relic spontaneously reacted. There was a great flash like a bomb, and Felix found himself in the center of a maelstrom of power. The relic spoke to him on a resonating voice. It felt as though a third eye had opened at the center of his skull for he saw a white panther who he thought at first was Ophelia. The panther told him of his duties and left him no room to object before the power was sucked back into the eye. Felix fell to his knees and dropping on the floor in front of him was a black deck of cards. It was in that moment that Felix was told he was the chosen keeper. WHAT!?<br/><br/>The best part was when the king had found out about it. The Persian king Bahadur (who was literally a Persian cat) was displeased to learn that a black cat had been chosen as a keeper. Despite the begging of the servants of Bastet, the king sent his own elite guards to guard the temple, and it has since been under guard ever since.