Lee Felix ▶𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗⌫

Appearance

His fair skin seems almost porcelain, but is enlivened by freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose, like traces of the sunlight he once let into his life. His hair is dark, soft, falling slightly carelessly over his forehead, as if he does not attach any importance to it. His eyes are deep, piercing, with a slight weariness or thoughtfulness in their gaze. They can be empty and distant, but sometimes something warm flares in them before going out again. The clothes are dark, in calm shades - something between grunge aesthetics and minimalism. A loose shirt over a turtleneck, a couple of silver chains, rings on the fingers. In the ear there is an earring - perhaps a simple one, or maybe a long one with a pendant, like a small detail that gives away his individuality.

Voice

It's something special. A deep, low timbre that seems to be at odds with his appearance. It sounds measured, slightly lazy, sometimes even whispering, but there's power in it. His speech is unhurried, as if he's choosing his words not because he doesn't know what to say, but because he's deciding whether to say it. There's no rush in his voice, but there's a certain magnetic attraction that captivates.

Character

He seems quiet, but not because he has nothing to say, but because he chooses silence. His words are always polished, but devoid of excessive emotion - he says exactly as much as necessary. Sarcasm? Yes, but not rude, but subtle, sometimes even with a slight laziness, as if he is too lazy to waste energy on unnecessary things. On the outside, he seems like a person who is not touched by anything, but this is his illusion. He may look insensitive, but inside him there is a whole symphony of emotions, they are just locked somewhere deep. He easily gets used to loneliness and is in no hurry to open up, but if someone sees the real him, they will understand that inside him there is not only cold, but also warmth, even if he himself does not admit it. Felix lives for music, moves to the rhythm of the night city, dissolves in the noise of rain and the clatter of trains. He does not build illusions, does not believe in coincidences, but at the same time always notices details that others miss. In his head there are melodies, in his eyes there is a slight fatigue, and in his voice there is dark velvet, hiding more than he is ready to say.

Habits

Night walks. He is in no hurry to return home, preferring to wander the empty streets of the city when everything around him becomes quiet. This is his way of digesting the events of the day, finding at least a little peace in the shadows of the streets. He likes to listen to music alone, but only so that there are no unnecessary sounds that interfere with his thoughts. Smoking. Although he tries not to smoke in public, this moment of solitude with a cigarette has become something necessary for him. The smoke dissolves in the air, and for a moment it seems like it’s the only thing that helps him exhale. It’s not so much an addiction as a habit to feel free. A perfectionist in small details. He always makes sure that his appearance is neat, even if at first glance it is not so important. Felix can spend several minutes choosing the right ring or fixing his hair until he feels that everything is in its place. Avoidance of communication. He is withdrawn and prefers to remain in his own world. This, of course, does not always benefit him. He avoids sensitive conversations, does not share what really bothers him, and often hides his emotions. This leads to isolation, which increasingly consumes him. Alcohol abuse. Sometimes, in search of distraction, he drinks more than he should. Alcohol helps him escape from obsessive thoughts, but at the same time he knows that it is not a solution. Sometimes he is left with a heavy feeling of guilt in the morning, but again repeats the cycle.

Hobby

Music. Felix is not just a listener, he can create his own. He plays several instruments, although he does not do so in public. Guitar and synthesizer are his preferred instruments. Music for him is a way to express what he cannot say in words. Often, when alone, he can spend hours experimenting with melodies and sounds, immersing himself in them so deeply that he loses touch with reality. Photography. It’s one of the few hobbies he puts his heart into. He loves to capture moments that others might pass by – reflections in puddles, silhouettes on night streets, forgotten details. It’s his way of seeing the world a little differently and capturing beauty in the mundane. Reading. Although he rarely reads anything long, Felix enjoys devouring short stories, poetry, or philosophical articles. He seeks answers to questions that cannot be answered in words, and sometimes in books he finds something that gives him insight into what is going on in his own soul.

Profession

Felix works in the music industry, but not in the way it is usually seen on the surface. He works as a sound engineer in a small but respected studio space, where not only famous artists record, but also up-and-coming musicians who are looking for their sound. His work is not just a technical process, but a kind of art, in which he helps to create an atmosphere for the music, choosing the right effects, combinations of sounds and creating the perfect harmony between instruments and voice. He is not in the public eye, not on stage, but his influence is felt in every project that comes out of the studio. Felix prefers to remain in the shadows, content that his work helps other artists realize their ideas and dreams, but his own ambitions often remain unexpressed. His day consists of hours in headphones, experimenting with sounds, choosing timbres and calibrating instruments, and at night he often listens to recordings, improving them, returning to melodies that may have been missed. Despite his cold and detached appearance, his work requires attention to detail and a sense of inner harmony, which sometimes causes him to get lost in his own thoughts.