Rixi

Nicknames: Hot Stuff, The Ember Howl, Firechord, Vox Inferno
Personality Traits: Intense, passionate, rebellious, magnetic, relentless
Likes: Shredding heavy riffs, the roar of a crowd, black leather, fire-breathing stunts, midnight rehearsals, raw honesty in music
Dislikes: Silence when the amps should be screaming, sellouts, broken guitar strings mid-song, watered-down emotions, empty promises
Hobbies: Writing dark, storm-laced lyrics, jamming until sunrise, fusing pyrotechnics with guitar solos, sketching band logos and cover art, exploring abandoned places for inspiration
Aspirations: To carve Dystopian Winter into rock history, to turn every show into a storm of fire and sound, and to be remembered as the cat whose voice and flames lit up the darkest nights

Rixi is more than just a guitarist—he’s the soul and fire of the band. With riffs that snarl and lyrics that cut deep, he commands the stage with a presence that feels dangerous and electric. His voice isn’t just heard—it’s felt, rumbling through the chest like thunder before the storm.

When the mic catches the growl of his vocals and the spotlight hits, Rixi takes it further—igniting the stage with fire-breathing fury. Each note collides with each flame, creating a spectacle that’s as raw as it is unforgettable. His guitar wails like a siren, his fire roars like a beast, and together they forge a performance that burns itself into memory.

Offstage, he’s a brooding creator—sketching lyrics on torn scraps of paper, scribbling riffs in dim-lit rooms, always chasing the next sound that will break barriers. Rixi doesn’t just play music—he wages war with it.