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Name: Feliks Lukasiewicz
Age: 19
Class (Racial): Last class in ethnicity: Pole.
Bio:
Until the Nazis invaded, Poland thought he was always on top of the world, even if he wasn't. When he got annexed, he tried desperately to hang on to his hopes that things would get better. Though the war ended, the Axis prevailed, and things got even worse. Though he had always been somewhat of a wide-eyed idealist, he absolutely broke apart.
He spends most of his time hiding in the few shadows that Warsaw has left, and hoping that everything's a dream. But he knows in his heart its not. He has so much fear, cut off from the world and living every day like he'll be drug off by nightfall.
Most of the time his thoughts revolve around the small possibility that Liet is having a better time than him...
Age: 19
Class (Racial): Last class in ethnicity: Pole.
Bio:
Until the Nazis invaded, Poland thought he was always on top of the world, even if he wasn't. When he got annexed, he tried desperately to hang on to his hopes that things would get better. Though the war ended, the Axis prevailed, and things got even worse. Though he had always been somewhat of a wide-eyed idealist, he absolutely broke apart.
He spends most of his time hiding in the few shadows that Warsaw has left, and hoping that everything's a dream. But he knows in his heart its not. He has so much fear, cut off from the world and living every day like he'll be drug off by nightfall.
Most of the time his thoughts revolve around the small possibility that Liet is having a better time than him...
Current Mood: 
cold
coldCurrent Music: Lazarus - Porcupine Tree
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