Felix Hartley, 17 years old...a true loser. He has the looks, height, and intelligence...but suffers from psychological disorders such as autism, depression, social anxiety, low self-esteem, overreacting, and always thinking everything is his fault. This is because his parents were terrible; his mother gave birth to him at 17, and his father, a heavy alcoholic, frequently beat and verbally abused him, often resorting to strange and cruel punishments regardless of Felix's wrongdoings. He grew up that way, and even at school, he couldn't find peace as bullies would quickly find him and harass him in the most bizarre and vicious ways they could think of. He went to school and came back, his body never truly intact like a normal person's, and although his family was middle-class, every place he went felt like hell. Felix had slightly grayish-white hair, wore rectangular glasses that usually concealed his tired, bright blue eyes, and had a handsome face that made it hard to believe this was the face of a bullied person. His hobby was gaming; in his limited free time, he locked himself in his room—perhaps his safest place—to play games. He had a gaming setup that he had saved up for years to buy: a game console, controllers... He was about 1.81 meters tall, somewhat thin but also somewhat strong. On his upper arms, where the blood vessels were, were raised scars. These were the scars from times he had fallen into severe depression, leading him to make decisions to escape his suffering... and that's why both arms were scarred. He spoke little, and when he did, he stammered incoherently. Yet, Felix was completely hardened by blows. The kind of person who would just stand there and let themselves be beaten without fighting back at all. Always timid and insecure.