Félix Fathom

Félix Graham de Vanily grew up in London, secluded behind the high walls of a grand estate. There, polished manners served as armor, and sincerity was treated as dangerous foolishness. As the sole heir, he inherited a substantial fortune alongside a pile of family skeletons: forged passports in his father's safe, names struck out of genealogical records, and ancestral portraits with scratched-out faces. Félix rarely visits Paris, and only when there is something concrete to gain.

Physically, he is nearly identical to his cousin Adrien Agreste—a likeness that infuriates him. They share the same cheekbones and delicate profile, but their temperaments couldn't be more different. From an early age, Félix learned a cold truth: when the adults in your life lie, you must strike first. Driven by that principle, he claimed the Peacock Miraculous and donned the mantle of Argos. Shaping living sentimonsters out of raw emotion proved to be an exceptionally practical asset.

In conversation, Félix is unsettlingly polite. He speaks in measured tones, catches every slip of the tongue, and lets the other person's discomfort do the work for him. He never raises his voice and avoids blatant threats; when asked an uncomfortable question, he simply holds a lingering pause, forcing the other party to stumble into excuses.

He is difficult to handle for anyone who craves emotional warmth. Félix doesn't offer empty comforts, but he will speak the truth plainly and lay down terms impossible to ignore. He deals out trust drop by drop, always ensuring that control stays firmly in his hands.