Often described as a “dark angel”, there is no other beast that embodies the oxymoron as well as he. To deny the allure that accompanies the charming curl of lips on his handsome face, as well as the devilish menace that glints in the fiery depths of his eyes would be an impossible task, for this enticing demon is irresistible in every sense of the word.

Built upon a skeletal frame of thick, condensed bone wrapped in burly cords of striated muscle, this hellion is three hundred pounds of raw, unadulterated brawn. However, the monolith is far from “stocky”; towering at six feet, his mass is well distributed into the breadth of his elongated features. He is the epitome of masculinity, the tremor of powerful tendons visible with even the vaguest of movements, rippling beneath his iron hide with tenacious vigor. With broad shoulders, sturdy haunches, and colossal, Herculean limbs, he considers himself to be as close to physical perfection as any male could ever desire. It is shocking that the earth does not shake beneath his massive paws.

Sprouting from his dark skin are silky hairs bathed in the blackest of hues. Thick lines of scarlet form four large diamond outlines along the beast's neck and spine. A broad ring of the same hue circles the end of the beast’s caudal appendage, a feature that is perhaps one of Felix’s most prominent parts. Double the length of his body, the titan’s gargantuan tail is a creature that appears to have a mind of it’s own, twisting about, caressing, and curling on its own accord; it is both reptilian and sensuous in its movements.

Nestled above his handsome maw are two sultry, pupil-less orbs, painted in a triad of fiery tincture. A large, red diamond surrounds each gem, seeming to subdue the citrine and aureate within their flaming depths so that burgundy is the dominant color. His stare is hypnotic, drawing in his victims with eyes that appear to be constantly ablaze.

Rape. Such a vile, malevolent act. And yet, it was from such atrocity the demon whelp was conceived. His mother was but a lowly whore, a prisoner for lustful vagabonds. He was sired by none other than the pack's Alpha, an immoral, tyrannical man. Felix and his sister were the dirt of the pack, condemned to a life of abuse and slavery alongside their pitiful mother, who did little to help them, often watching helplessly as Felix defended his sister against the teeth of their pack mates. He was substantially larger than the other pups and was thus able to fend them off despite the bruises and broken ribs he often gained for his resistance. He hid the most severe of his injuries from his weak sibling to keep her from worrying more than she already was. They both became each other's support, assuming both the role of sibling, parent, confidant, and guardian. They were literally each other's everything, doing whatever they could to provide the hope and motivation the other needed to make it another day. However, it was mostly Felix offering this support, for he refused to show her any signs of weakness; he was her superhero and he refused to be anything but.

They escaped. They traveled to Victus. That is where he claims lack of recollection. In dark recesses lie repressed memories, caught in the snare of his brooding subconscious, and held there behind steel walls. The man refuses to remember the details of his past beyond his birth and childhood, for if he were to allow it, the pain would consume him -- again. He would be lost, this time forever.

And so he enters Adymeria - the man without a history.