Appearance: The young man stands at just over six feet tall. He has an athletic muscle build and refined coordination. When not in his school uniform, Felix tends to drift towards light colored shirts and dark color pants.
Name: Felix Alliard
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Sorian
Skills: Other than the fact that Felix can fly, he's got a few other skills that make him notable.
[+] Excellent Cook: Felix can make a delectable meal from almost nothing or even what most people find revolting.
[+] Pole arms Master: With the fourteen years that Felix has spent enrolled in his grandmother's academy, it's only natural that he took well to something. Glaive fighting just so happens to be that something.
[+] Lockpick: Because what student can get through life without know how to pick a lock or two?
[+] Romancer: Adept with a pencil and sheet of paper, Felix is a wonder at writing poetry. Not only that but he tends to flirt with the girls around him.
Felix is the romantic type. He believes in love at first sight yet hasn't met the right woman for him yet; but that doesn't mean that he can't have a bit of fun in the process. He's energetic and calm, hardly ever loosing his head in a stressful situation. When most people are talking strategy, Felix is the type to only comment when a key detail was missed.
Crafted from the finest Terra wood, the five foot staff is topped with eighteen inches of Blazian forged bladed steel. Overall, the weapon is Felix's choice and isn't far from his hand.
When Felix was four, a disease swept through Sora and killed both of his parents. Afterward, the relatives of the Alliard family wanted nothing to do with the young toddler. They saw him as cursed by the gods, else wise, how would two perfectly healthy adults in their prime years succumb to a simple infection?
Little Felix was passed around numerous reluctant aunts and uncles, cousins, second cousins, anyone with the Alliard name was bound by Alliard dignity to take the boy in. However, they weren't bound to keep him for long. Most threw him out of their abode after a few weeks. When he ran out of relatives to stay with shortly before his fifth birthday, the headmistress of a well known private academy turned out to be his grandmother.
After nearly fourteen years, Felix is now a senior and the president of the student council and has been for two years. The custom at the academy is that the president of the student council may be challenged (either academically or on the practice courts) for their title. People gave up halfway into the semester last year when they were unable to trump him in a test or get past his insane glaive skills. Once in a while a sophomore or freshman would test their luck but rarely any of the upperclassmen.