Name: Felix Valener

Age: 19

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 183 lbs

Eyes: A piercing, chilling ice-grey

Hair: Unkempt, usually in a loose, short ponytail. Maybe three inches past the nape of his neck. A shade of brown so dark it is almost black, with platinum blonde ends, very silky and straight.

Semi broad shoulders with an almost square chin, and a sharp nose. His skin isn't exactly pale but its no where near tan. He has a black leather jacket with studded wrist straps and bronze button up. Normally wearing a featureless t-shirt and darker colored pants, either denim or cargo. In his first year of college, he barely has any facial hair at all and he never seems to shave it away, letting it form a very thin, short goatee. Its not entirely unattractive but its also not appealing to most. His cheeks are slightly sunken in, giving him a rather crazed, starved look. He never stands entirely straight either, preferring a slight hunch. He is almost always wearing a pair of thin, shaded prescription sunglasses with fuax-silver rims.

He is human, pure human, but despite this, he sometimes seems to act otherwise. The only sport he's ever taken an interest in is discus and fencing, and he excels at the later. He used to be into knife throwing back in high school but not much anymore. He has a large secret, which is a book he always has on his person, inside his jacket. The book taught him the magics of Viceomancy, which is split into seven schools, one for each deadly sin. He practices all, with skill from greatest to least: Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Lust.

HP 3
Mind: 2
Body: 2
Spirit: 2