Felix De Lacey
The worth of one’s existence is not determined by what one owns, but what they value.
I, Felix De Lacey, am a proud part of the De Lacey family of Paris, France. Through cooperation, determination and hard labor, my sister Agatha, my father De Lacey and I maintain a cottage in Germany despite hard times. My name is ironically a Latin translation for the words “lucky” and “happy”, when it was through misfortune that I caused the unhappiness of which my loved ones currently endure.
In the time that I lived in France, a Turkish Merchant named Mahometan was unfairly sentenced to death and I took it upon myself to realize that justice is blind. By helping him escape prison and get back to his Italian state, I had met whom I thought (and still do think) to be the love of my life. He had promised that I could have his daughter Safie’s hand in marriage, but my plans were soon foiled when the government became aware of his escape. I returned to France upon hearing the news about my family’s imprisonment, thinking I could take their place. This plan failed, we were all confined for 5 months, and had to retire from our home country.
Upon finding our current cottage in Germany, I also found out that Mahometan played me for a fool and had taken his daughter with him to Italy. After losing my soul mate, my wealth, and my food, I live with the sole purpose of taking care of De Lacey and Agatha, and hopefully seeing my Safie once again. In my misery, I appear jolly for the sake of those around me. I will continue to provide for my family in the regret for the depression I have caused them.