Born to a marauding tribe of nomadic mutants in the chaos wastes Felix toughened up quick. His sinewy indigo frame and gaping fang filled mouth made him an oddity even amongst the freaks he called family but it wasn't until he hit adolescence that his natural talents really began to manifest. Able to create great heat from the palms of his hands Felix was revered by his kin as truely blessed by the gods.

It was a vicious tussle in the Wastes that saw his tribe clash with another, decimating both and to Felix's heartbreak the clan disbanded, no longer bound together by individual's required to band the unruly bunch together.

Felix travelled South living how he could where he came accross an advertisment in an abandoned city proclaiming try outs for a Blood Bowl team looking for individuals with particular 'talents'. Despite the vast age of the city the poster appeared as new, dating the try outs to just a moon's cycle away. Pulled by some unknown desire Felix made great haste, barely sleeping in order to get to the encampment where he knew his future lay. Felix passed with flying colours, his ability to fry an assaulting opponent a most nasty suprised for his competitors. Now he plays for the Changers and set upon the road to Blood Bowl stardom who knows what he'll accomplish?

Felix was slain in his 12th game against the undead team Samurai Again with no SPP to his name, his name forever to be lost in the dusty catalogues of time...and yet...

From the dark magic that pervades their kind Felix walks again as a zombie lineman in said team...perhaps Changeling's violent history is yet only beginning: http://www.fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=player&player_id=8611182