"I was a desperate man once. I've felt the weight of being a scavenger, and of being a vagabond. Growing up I didn't have it any worse than anyone else did. My childhood was filled with both chores and play. Boredom and fun. Adventure and malaise. My fondest memories are when I would listen to the old stories people would tell. Fanciful tales of a world full of bright light and a blue sky. Fantasies like that don't hold my attention anymore.
I suppose my lot in life became truly grim starting at sixteen, when I was given my vocation. My clan assigned everyone a role when they became of age, and I was told to apprentice under an old doctor named Gorath. The old man was a good doctor, but a shit-filled man. He could save people from states that I could only describe as hopeless, but he also tried to fondle me a couple times. I spent four years with him, putting up with his lechery in order to gain his skills.
When I was twenty a quake happened while I was sleeping. When I came to, I did everything I could to get away. The clan was setup next to a large ravine, and I was not about to go tumbling down into it. I... saved no one. I don't even remember seeing anyone specific just... pandemonium. Everyone I knew trapped under debris or trying to help others. Rubble falling from above... When my adrenaline died down I was far away.
I stayed away at first, but knew I had to go back. I was afraid. I still am, my damn heart races when I just talk about it. When I got back there was nothing there. A giant ledge with a full village built on it, gone. Only a small stone edge big enough for a man to stand on and look down. It took me days, but I managed to get to the bottom. A river of gastric green had swallowed up most of it, and I never knew if anyone else got out.
So I took what I could from the wreckage, and became a wanderer. For the last eight years I've wandered. I traded medical expertise for food. Learned to hide to stop from becoming food myself. A few times I wondered if it would have been better if I had just fallen down with the rest of them. Ended it easily. My cowardice kept me alive then, and I always find it saving me. Sometimes I think: what kind of world is owned by cowards and cannibals? Well. This one is. A ghoulish hell."
"Things are never so bad that they cannot get worse, but sometimes they can get better. I found people. Friends maybe, but to me they are more like family. In hell, I suppose bonds of sweat and thicker than bonds of blood."
Felix is a pessimistic wanderer who likes to hide his face and keep to himself. He considers himself a cynic and a coward, but treasures his dear people (Thats you guys) more than anything. He is physically rather weak, but has very sharp senses. He is a doctor and a Chirurgeon.
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