Eryx stood in the corner of the meeting room, where every captain and commander would discuss their next move.

Eryx’s cold and dull eyes staring down every man and woman who entered the place, as if they were dirt on a hill. It was always like this with Eryx, to both Humans and Mutants.

Ever since Eryx escaped a Mutant prison by himself - he’s earned great respect in The Resistance, as a commander. Though, that didn’t stop his attitudes to them all. Cold, blunt, and seemingly uncaring.