Alix, or The Adventures of Alix, is a Franco-Belgian comics series drawn in the ligne claire style by Jacques Martin. The stories revolve around a young Gallo-Roman man named Alix in the late Roman Republic. Although the series is renowned for its historical accuracy and stunning set detail, the hero has been known to wander into anachronistic situations up to two centuries out of his era. The stories unfold throughout the reaches of the Roman world, including the city of Rome, Gaul, the German frontier, Mesopotamia, Africa and Asia Minor. One voyage goes as far as China.
Alix is stunning, fearless, generous and devoted to just causes. Born in Gaul, separated from his parents and sold into slavery, he is later adopted by a Roman noble contemporary to Julius Caesar. This mixed background provides Alix with an identity crisis and divided loyalties, especially in the context of the founding myths of French nationalism revolving around Vercingetorix.
Alix is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
Alix is a unisex given name. Notable people with the name include:
Love is not a hug, you don't say it back
As it all turns gold, money as you leaving, leaving
And the gold, not the way you hide your act
Not the way you comb your hair
Only way you're going, going anywhere
You can feel the pain inside
No matter what you do
Because you know it's only fate that can know you
Even if it burns your back
Still right in front of you
In the moment when you thinking it's true
But it was time for a while
It was time, it was never nothing special
You decide every time how you flow
Love is not a hug, you don't say it back
As it all turns gold, money as you leaving, leaving
And the gold, not the way you hide your act
Not the way you comb your hair
Only way you're going, going anywhere
When it challenges you, stand here, you'll be running soon
I can see it already, your fate
When you saw the sirens that were burning through your eyelids
Even when you're running, it come what may
But it was time for a while
It was time, it was never nothing special
You decide every time how you flow
Love is not a hug, you don't say it back
As it all turns gold, money as you leaving, leaving
And the gold, not the way you hide your act
Not the way you comb your hair
Only way you're going, going anywhere