Felix stared at the scene in shock and disbelief. Before they understood what was happening, Felix's father and several other parents came to their rescue, using strange tools and objects to protect them. A strange fog suddenly appeared and giant claws seemed to burst from the ground as dark imagination mingled with reality to terrorise them. Before they could examine the contents, the ground seemed to shake beneath their feet and a hissing sound filled their ears. As they pushed through a locked door, they found a chamber scattered with human skeletons and dusty vials filled with an unknown serum. Instead of practising public speaking and engaging in endless debates, The Pariahs spent most of their time exploring the ruins and mysteries of the island until one of their adventures took a turn for the worse.Įxploring an abandoned internment camp, they descended into what seemed to be an underground laboratory where they uncovered old, leather journals with illustrations and notes of inhumane experiments conducted on prisoners of the First Opium War held by the British East India Company. They were often ridiculed by other teens and disparagingly called 'The Pariahs', a name they liked and gladly adopted. Felix didn't mingle well with the other teenagers, but he did make four friends who like himself didn't quite fit the 'high-society' mould. Every summer, Felix would accompany his parents to the island, where members of The Imperiatti would encourage their children to network and forge lifelong connections. Stories, Felix was sure, his father had made up to make his 'Imperiatti' group sound cooler than it actually was.įelix sometimes wondered if his design sensibilities came from his summer trips to Dyer Island, a private island that boasted some of the world's finest homes and designs. He then joined young Felix in the library, where he helped him build elaborate wooden models of buildings while telling him wild stories about his secret club and their ancient battle against a dark and ominous force. When these efforts failed, he threw in the proverbial towel and figured his son would learn when he was ready. His father hoped young Felix would learn to be more outgoing and hired every possible specialist to help improve his social skills.
He had few friends so when he wasn't travelling with his parents, Felix was in his father's library devouring rare books, studying history and architecture, soaking up anything and everything he could on architectural movements throughout the centuries. Growing up, Felix was socially awkward and introverted, preferring his imagination to the company of others. Yet despite his success, Felix couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that his success had more to do with luck and connections than talent and hard work. By 23, he was considered an architectural prodigy having won the Swiss Architect Medal and the German National Design Award. He wasn't sure when the architectural bug bit, but when it did, it bit hard, and he knew that despite his family's legacy, he would one day design buildings that would inspire the world. Travelling exposed young Felix to new cultures, languages, and architecture unlike anything he had ever seen before. His parents, both members of an ancient society, were always out of the Richter manor at medical conferences or providing humanitarian aid around the world.
Felix Richter was born to Janos and Ursula Richter in Coburg, Germany, where the Richter family had deep connections and were among the most respected of its physicians.
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