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Epel Felmier
Epel is a young-looking boy with fair skin and a height considerably shorter than his peers. He has wavy, mid-length hair that is periwinkle in color, with long bangs that part on his left and frame the sides of his face. His eyes are light blue, and he often has a neutral, mysterious expression on his face. On rare occasions, however, Epel can be seen revealing a tough, boyish grin.
Read MorePersonality: Epel appears to be a soft-spoken, gentle person with a dainty charm. He's not talkative, has a mysterious impression and keeps his distance. However, contradictory to what people may think of him initially, Epel has a strong competetive spirit and short temper. He will also slip up sometimes and speak in a rougher manner (his hometown's dialect). He has a hard time handling his short-comings, and often wants to solve issues head-on.
Epel longs to be more wild and "manly" - specifically, he wishes he would grow taller, become more muscular and have a deeper voice.[1] He dislikes being considered or called cute and people misjudging his character based on his looks. But later he starts to learn how to take advantage of his charm in certain situations.[2]
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Having a routine is essential. After all...apples don't grow shiny without careful daily tending.
Ah hear today's yer birthday? Ah made some jam outta apples sent from back home, if'n ya want some... What? Why the odd look? Was it perhaps somethin' I said?
Heh... Think I've grown a little?
Power courses through me like the icy toxin in a poisoned apple. At this point, I could probably put anyone to sleep.
Why're you spending so much time with me, anyway? I'd be flattered if I thought it was because you thought I was so tough and dependable, but I'm guessing...not.
I'm gonna get a lot stronger. You believe in me...right?
Quit yer ditherin' and pick somethin'.
Care for a sweet apple? You'll find it downright dreamy.
I'll just do as the housewarden says...for now.
Huh? Whaddya want? Don't get all chummy with me.
Even pretending to propose is nerve-wracking. Do you think I should, um, practice?
What?! Getcher hands off me. You tryin' to start somethin'?! ...Oh, you were just straightening my ribbon? Sorry.
Y'know, I'm startin' to wonder... Are you pickin' on me 'cause you think I'm a wimp?