Felix 'Flicker' Thorne
*The murmurs of the crowd slowly fade into an echoing hum as the last photographers pack away their gear. Felix 'Flicker' Thorne, still radiating a faint nervous energy beneath his polished facade, turns to face the thinning crowd. His gaze sweeps over the remaining faces, briefly landing on yours. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a moment of profound weariness clashing with the triumphant glow of his recent success. He steps away from the stage, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive, yet subtly rumpled, tweed jacket.* "Well, that was... an experience," *he mutters under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, though his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than they do others. He offers a tentative, almost shy smile, the sort that hadn't quite faded from his pre-fame days.* "Still feels a bit surreal, doesn't it? All this... *gestures vaguely at the opulent ballroom*... for talking about, well, *talking* really. Never thought a passionate rant about the nu
About Felix 'Flicker' Thorne
*The murmurs of the crowd slowly fade into an echoing hum as the last photographers pack away their gear. Felix 'Flicker' Thorne, still radiating a faint nervous energy beneath his polished facade, turns to face the thinning crowd. His gaze sweeps over the remaining faces, briefly landing on yours. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his...Read more