Fenneden Fergus

Full Name: Fenneden Roy Fergus

Aliases/Nicknames: Fenny, Fen

Born: 1926, Texarkana USA

Family: Father; George Baker Mother; Martha Baker

Occupation: A widely respected and well known, young and dazzling clothing designer/tailor, with an interest in acting.

Sexuality:  His sexuality does not depend on gender. So technically, pansexual? With a bit of a twist.

[B]Appearance

Gender: Male

Age: 25 (In 1951)

Height: 6'2”

Weight: 219 Ibs (Another toned and muscley male oops).

Hair Color: Dirty Blond

Eye Color: Fenneden has heterochromia, meaning one eye is a light blue, and the other is a dark blue.

Race: American, pure Southern American.

[B]History:
Felten Francis Baker was the oldest middle child of George and Martha Baker, who grew up on the Arkansas side in the small town of Texarkana. He was born in 1926, behind his siblings Wayne (oldest), Nelson and Beverly Baker.
George had a decently sized farm, a very petite house, and plenty of guns. Growing up on said farm was extremely difficult for Felten and his siblings, as there was not enough room and hardly enough food to go around and feed all of them properly. They were very poor. This led to the older siblings, Wayne, Nelson and sometimes Beverly having to do odd jobs for the family to earn enough money for food and other goods that the children may have wanted.

During his younger childhood years, Felten looked up to his brother Wayne with stars in his eyes, almost as if the older sibling were to be his saviour. They spent the most time together as compared to the other siblings, and Wayne would teach little Felten things that no one else bothered to.

Some of these 'teachings’ however, would lead to things that Felten would mistake for 'love’ and 'affection’ that only this sibling could give to him; that only Wayne and Wayne alone could give to him. Besides the attention from his eldest brother, his parents were often brutal and aggressive with him, punishing him frequently for things he sometimes didn't even do.

It was when these instances began did he start to kill and dissect small animals such as frogs. He found their insides highly interesting, and would skip elementary school to play around the pond and forest nearby instead. The abuse only continued and oftentimes worsened by the fact he stopped attending school.

Sometimes he'd kill bigger things, like the neighborhood cat or, if he was feeling particularly sneaky, stealing a dog from one of the townsfolk and bringing it to his little forest hideout. It was an enjoyable pastime for him and he learned quite a bit, how the body works, organs, etc; enough to inspire him to wish to learn more. He would sneak into the town library and steal anatomy books as well as anything else he may get his hands on.

As Felten grew older, going into his teen years was near excruciating. He wanted to escape the hands of abuse, but also could not stop obsessing over his brother. He was stuck; there was no way to leave home at such a young age, and to make matters worse, Wayne was working with their father more often and wouldn’t be able to give Felten the attention and 'love’ he so craved. This is when the thoughts of hurting his parents began.

Felten desperately wished he had access to a gun, but knew he would only be given one on his 16th birthday, when his father took all of his children out for their first real hunt. He ached eagerly for the day he could get his hands on a gun. After the amount of time he'd had to disconnect himself from death and gore, he didn't even give the idea a second thought.

1941, Wayne and Felten’s other older brother, Nelson, were called off to war to fight for their country. Felten, now 15, was completely devastated. He felt completely alone, and absolutely disconcerted on what to do with his brother's 'teachings’.

A few months later, a letter came in the mail, announcing Wayne's death. There was nothing left of him.

Upon turning 16 years old, Felten received the gun he'd been anticipating since he was little. He went on the 'Man Hunt’ with his father, and shot him dead then and there. He felt thrilled that the man who had abused him all those years was now gone. He didn't hesitate to repeat such heinous actions again towards his mother, his older sister Beverly, and younger siblings Ruth, Patsy, and baby Jimmy. He felt relief the moment they were all dead. He buried the bodies in the farmland, hoping to fertilize the crops until they were perhaps one day of high enough quality to sell for a decent price.

Felten, knowing he had committed his life now to these cases of homicide, acknowledged the fact he would have to recreate himself entirely if he were to ever get away with it...If he were to continue to do what he wished to do without being thrown in jail. He hadn't noticed yet how unhinged he had become since his brother's death, though spent the next couple years plotting and scheming the rest of his life out to the exact detail.

He regularly dabbled in tailoring and creating clothing for himself to pass the time.

It was when Felten was 19 in 1945 did he completely snap on his lonesome; he sold the farm without any more hesitation, though didn't receive as much for it as he'd hoped. To make up for the lack of money, he would silently pick people around town to murder and rob.

He killed 5 people, and injured 3 in the process.

No one knew who had done it; he wore a pillowcase over his head and took as many precautions as he could. Even to this day, the murders are still a mystery.

Finally his life could pan out how he wanted it to now that he had the money he needed for a new start.

Felten changed his name to Fenneden Fergus, altered his accent from Deep South to Posh British or the often comical 'Oceanic’ and was fully capable of doing others. He moved to New York to start up the personal business of his dreams- a Tailor and Clothing Manufacturing store called 'Red Velvet’, where he'd personally design every piece. He even found a spot on 5th Avenue to set up shop, and boy was his store a hit. Because of his charming personality, spectacular pieces of clothing and all around business smarts, he was a near instantaneous sensation to hit New York. A young man with so much talent was someone with incredible potential. He was even commissioned to make outfits for burlesque women; his favourite types of work. He enjoyed using red in his clothing creations.

Little did anyone know, during the next couple years as a famous clothing designer, he would target individuals carefully for their specific aesthetical appearances (perhaps the eye colour, nose shape, fingers, etc,) for his sick purposes.
He would seduce the people whom he'd target, bring them back to his place, and after the night was done he'd murder them in their sleep all to take the piece of their body he so desired. This was because of his disturbing attempt to create a demented ‘replica’ of his monstrous brother, Wayne, using various people's body parts sewn together. Fenneden could not shake the 'teachings’ from his brother and thus still had a warped idea of 'love’, or rather, a lot of things.

Since his demented and warped ideas were hidden from the world, he caught the eye of Andrew Ryan.

Ryan invited the young man down into Rapture when he was only 24, to set up his most spectacular Red Velvet shop yet.
Fenneden reluctantly agreed, knowing he'd have to dispose of his current 'project’ in the move.

Moving to Rapture was better than he could have asked for. So many gorgeous people to choose from, so many people interested in his clothing. Business was good, and so was his next project. His brother, he felt, would want to see Rapture.
Since there was nothing left of him, Fenneden knew he had to recreate him to show him- he wanted something of his brother to feel as though he was still there. To experience the world with him. Perhaps it was guilt, perhaps he blamed himself for his brother's death in the war. Either way, Fenneden had one goal in mind.

When ADAM came into sight, Fenneden felt as though God was smiling down on him; he must be doing the right thing. This must be a sign, he was meant to do this.

His sick experiments hidden away in his home began to be tainted with ADAM, himself hoping they truly would come to life in some way or another. The results are horrific.

[B]Personality:
As noted, Fenny is a sly, devious and deceptive human being, so he puts on one hell of a charade. The personality most people (acquaintances and 'friends' alike who manage to  meet him and not be a target) are familiar with, is the most charming, charismatic, handsome, teasing man that they probably know. He's one step above Sander Cohen because he lacks the 'few screws loose' that come with being an artist at heart (of course... that's within the façade). He's much too good at pretending for anyone to be aware of his other 'side', so all people get to know is this kind, funny, inspiring human being that brings the light into the room as he walks in. There's definitely something off, but not off enough for anyone to suspect anything. He almost seems too perfect, especially in the way he manages to be able to sleep with most anyone he wishes as he is inhumanly desirable.

Fenneden is almost what you’d call ‘classy’, and rich in personality. He acts very suave, and is never quick to jump the gun. He’s pretty easy-going and simple to talk to, but it’s hard to catch his full, caring attention.. He will not completely listen to what someone has to say unless it’s being said by himself, or being said in his interest. Other than that, he is also very smug, and almost always has that look on his face that lowers people’s self-esteem while boosting his own. It’s hardly intentional, (yes it is,) it’s just something he grew up with after his childhood trauma.Fenny is quite smart, and always wants to get the work DONE. Fenny does have a little bit of a twisted side to him however, usually when in private. In public he’d never display any acts of being so much as even a little 'off’. He’s a fantastic actor/liar.

Trivia (might update this)
• The murders committed in Texarkana are real; they never found the perpetrator and it was named "Texarkana Moonlight Murders" in the papers.
• The scratches across his eyes are from his sister Beverly not minutes before her death.
• Created outfits for the burlesque dancer of Rapture, also knows most of them fairly personally.

~Combat/Utility~

Weapons: A knife, naturally. He avoids guns- they leave a bad taste in his mouth. It’s also less intimate.

Gear: N/A

Plasmids/Tonics: None, he prefers being PURE and is very proud of the effort he’s put into himself without any source of farcity. 

Strengths: Perceptive (terrifyingly so), smart/analytical/manipulative, and generally is just stronger than he looks 

Weaknesses: Completely un-self-aware, is constantly lying to keep his stories straight, and cannot drink. God forbid he have a sip- this may lead to questions being asked