A combination of his mother Vervain and his father Devrum, Felix certainly takes after his father in appearance. Nearly a spitting image as a young man to his father, there are a few notable differences. He sports the similar dual toned eyes as his father, but his left eye is a hazel green and his right is a bright blue - a vibrant hue gained from his mother. While he might have inherited some of his father's brawn and temper, he gained the ability and agility from his mother on how to interact with the woods, how to be an amazing hunter. His hair is a dark ashy brown, typically unruly but kept at a medium length. Little to no scars mar his body, nothing aside from the callouses of hunting and a few scars from interactions with the wildlife. He's an even mix of his height in terms of his mother and father, but still a small amount gangly and scrawny as a young man.

Sloth Bear

This shift is similar to his father's in that it's a bear, but rather than the black bear Devrum had been, Felix has grown into his Sloth bear shift. A shaggy mane, dark brownish black fur, and a crescent in pale white sports across his chest. Long claws made for digging and extra long and sharp canines for fighting fit in this shift.

What's harder, harder to say? That you want me to stay, or that you want me stay unchanged for you?
Chained to a lie, we're the same you and I, we're the same.

Felix has a short temper, but one that stays. It's easy for him to get worked up, frustrated, and confused - though much like a teenage boy he's far too arrogant to admit these faults. He's had a lot to learn in his short time, leaving him relatively naive in most instances, a lot to learn from mistakes to be made. Often, he tries to be this strong willed boy who doesn't need anyone around to help him, but he's very much a momma's boy and subconsciously always seeks Vervain's approval over the things he's done and what he continues to do. He's passionate over the things he does understand, and will one hundred percent involve himself in things that he thinks he could be good at with said knowledge.

Well not the same, we hurt differently, but consistent in our pain,
Equal and equidistant in the way we laugh to lay bear the weight of our cold love affair.

A strange upbringing brings Felix to life. Born only two years before to Vervain and Devrum within the woods on a Flowerbirth day. His father had become absent from his life, and as he grew he certainly gathered that adventurous nature that only those who lived in the woods possessed. He managed to stumble across a shrine, babbling some incoherent thing, and before he knew it a spirit had shown to him.

He didn't know what that meant at the time, too young to understand what was being said. And lo and behold, a few moments later and where a child had stood, a sixteen year old boy remained. A shock, a surprise, and suddenly it complicated everything.

Recalling the days where we were, we weren't, we were.
Wrong for the papers, wrong for the dinner tables of the inner rings of the rich and famous anything's.