Post by Felix Golding on Sept 7, 2023 13:38:28 GMT -5
WELCOME TO LOS EUROSIA,
FELIX OLIVER GOLDING
"Well, I looked my demons in the eyes, lay bare my chest, said, "Do your best to destroy me". See, I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kinda bore me."
BASICS
NAME: Felix Oliver Golding
AGE: 28
BIRTHDATE: October 24th
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUALITY: demisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
OCCUPATION: independent contractor (for Blackstorm)
Sometimes an agent will bring him an item and ask that he use his psychometry to tell them whatever he can about it, whether they're looking for an insight into a specific person, or into something that happened. Other times, he might contact one of them if he has a significant dream of any kind involving one of their agents or perhaps another gifted person, though the second instance is much more rare.
NEIGHBORHOOD: East End
MEMBER GROUP: Blackstorm
POWERS: precognition & psychometry
Precognition: he has prophetic dreams, but rarely has visions when he's awake. Usually has a prophetic dream at least once a week, though they're not often useful, considering they vary from exciting events, to people he's going to meet, to a simple trip to the coffee shop. They usually have something to do with him, but if he has a vision about someone else it's almost always someone he knows. Anything he sees is set in stone and can't be stopped, no matter how hard he tries. He can usually tell prophetic dreams from regular dreams because of how well he remembers the prophetic ones, and the intense, aware, almost awake feeling he gets during the dreams.Psychometry: he can see the history and past of any item he holds, including every human or animal that has ever touched it and what they did and/or said while touching it. Sometimes even what they thought or felt, if the thoughts or emotions were strong enough. He can usually control it pretty well, and can handle objects without seeing their history if he doesn't want to, though there are exceptions; if the energy attached to an item is particularly intense, like it's tied to a very strong emotion, for example, then he will get flashes of the "memory" when he touches it, before he can control it.
THE LOOKS
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 145lbs
HAIR COLOR: light reddish brown
EYE COLOR: blue
FACE CLAIM: Pedro Bertolini
OVERALL APPEARANCE
Felix has always looked young for his age, partly because of his size, and partly because of his youthful features. He's not a tall man, and he is lithely muscled, with a slim frame that he has trouble putting weight onto, no matter what he eats. His skin is scattered with a myriad of different scars from his years of abuse, primarily on his torso and back, with a few on his arms and legs, and a straight line across his throat. He stays clean-shaven, but doesn't have to shave that often, since his facial hair grows in patchy and sparse when it does grow.
His hair is a hard to describe color. Some say he's blond, some say brunet, and some say ginger. Whatever color it is, his hair is straight and is usually neatly combed. His deep blue eyes are heavy-lidded, framed in thick lashes, and usually ringed in dark circles from his lack of sleep. Despite that, his gaze is intense and piercing, seeming to see right through whoever he happens to be looking at. He doesn't smile often, and when he does it doesn't reach his eyes, a mere quirk of his lips rather than a true expression of joy.
His wardrobe is simple and fitted yet stylish and flattering. He doesn’t often go for patterns or graphics, tending toward solid colors; dark shades with pops of color now and then. He likes doing the black shoes, black shirt, black pants, colored over-shirt/jacket look. People that know him would say that’s his signature look. His clothing is always impeccably cared for, and once it starts to show wear and tear, he throws it out or gives it away or donates it. He’s not particularly attached to any piece of clothing he owns, though he’s fond of denim jackets and owns quite a few. Rarely wears bluejeans. He’s not a fan of distressed styles and wouldn’t be caught dead wearing ripped jeans or anything with holes in it.
Felix has always looked young for his age, partly because of his size, and partly because of his youthful features. He's not a tall man, and he is lithely muscled, with a slim frame that he has trouble putting weight onto, no matter what he eats. His skin is scattered with a myriad of different scars from his years of abuse, primarily on his torso and back, with a few on his arms and legs, and a straight line across his throat. He stays clean-shaven, but doesn't have to shave that often, since his facial hair grows in patchy and sparse when it does grow.
His hair is a hard to describe color. Some say he's blond, some say brunet, and some say ginger. Whatever color it is, his hair is straight and is usually neatly combed. His deep blue eyes are heavy-lidded, framed in thick lashes, and usually ringed in dark circles from his lack of sleep. Despite that, his gaze is intense and piercing, seeming to see right through whoever he happens to be looking at. He doesn't smile often, and when he does it doesn't reach his eyes, a mere quirk of his lips rather than a true expression of joy.
His wardrobe is simple and fitted yet stylish and flattering. He doesn’t often go for patterns or graphics, tending toward solid colors; dark shades with pops of color now and then. He likes doing the black shoes, black shirt, black pants, colored over-shirt/jacket look. People that know him would say that’s his signature look. His clothing is always impeccably cared for, and once it starts to show wear and tear, he throws it out or gives it away or donates it. He’s not particularly attached to any piece of clothing he owns, though he’s fond of denim jackets and owns quite a few. Rarely wears bluejeans. He’s not a fan of distressed styles and wouldn’t be caught dead wearing ripped jeans or anything with holes in it.
INSIDE
LIKES
- drinking way too much coffee
- writing and sketching in his journal
- anything sweet
- high places
- collecting knives and other blades
- running
- denim jackets
- stargazing/astronomy
- people-watching
DISLIKES
- cops (ACAB)
- needles
- morning people
- healthy foods
- being touched without warning
- sleeping
- horror movies
- showing a lot of skin
- getting lost
STRENGTHS
- observant: he's naturally quite astute and tends to notice things around him, or about people, without making it obvious that he's noticing, and sometimes without even realizing he's noticed himself
- fighting: he learned to fight because he hated feeling helpless; mostly kickboxing with a little bit of jeet kune do for flavor
- weapons: knows how to handle a variety of guns and blades, and though he's much better with a blade than he is with a gun, he knows a lot about guns so he's very good at bluffing and making it seem like he's more proficient with a gun than he actually is. Always carries at least one knife on him. Has a 9mm but doesn't often carry it.
- lying: he's a very convincing and natural liar, and he has a good memory for the lies he's told, making it hard to catch him out
- need for control: he doesn't react well when he's not in control of a situation, and will do everything in his power to win control back, in whatever way he can, even if that means being a total dick
- terrible sense of direction: he couldn't find his way out of a paper bag, as his uncle always used to say, and he'd get lost a lot more often if it weren't for his phone
- lack of sleep: he hates sleeping because when he does it's either nightmares or precognitive dreams, with rarely a peaceful night, so he usually doesn't get more than a couple of hours a night
- bad knee: his right knee bothers him often, especially during bad weather, due to a break during childhood, but he puts in effort to not have an obvious limp most of the time, and he pushes the pain away and runs on it daily anyway
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Very doubtful, skeptical, and disbelieving. He doesn’t believe people’s words, and never trusts anyone on what they say. He waits and watches and determines their character and intentions by their actions. He doesn’t trust good things either, always believing they’ll go bad eventually. He's pessimistic and always assumes the worst of people and of the world. He likes being in control of situations, but he's much more likely to stand up for other people than himself when it comes to the things people say. He doesn't care what anyone thinks about him, or how anyone treats him, but he is very vigilant of how those he cares about are treated or talked about.
Hates being seen as weak, because he doesn't like anyone thinking he might be an easy target, so he goes to great lengths to hide any weakness he may have. Works hard to appear emotionless and unfazed at all times, despite his extremely strong emotional reactions to most situations, and his emotions are difficult for him to verbalize even if he wanted to. His go-to defense mechanism is sarcasm and insults. Has a fear of intimacy, emotional, physical, or otherwise, and does his damndest to avoid it at all costs. He's not at all attracted to superficial or casual relationships; if/when he makes an emotional commitment it is total, and if he takes emotional action of any kind it's always intense. He will do anything for those he cares about; literally. He doesn't make promises lightly, but when he does, he's very reliable; if he says he will do something you can count on him doing it, without a doubt.
He hates being the center of attention, preferring to go unnoticed and unbothered. When he's uncomfortable he tends to lash out. Has a crisp, curt, no-nonsense, all-business approach to dealing with other people. He rarely gets involved closely with anyone (romantic, platonic, or professional) unless they have something specific and practical to offer him, or unless they take the initiative to make him a part of their life despite his prickly and distant demeanor. He's very private and secretive and keeps a lot to himself, even little inconsequential things, which can make people regard him with suspicion.
Very doubtful, skeptical, and disbelieving. He doesn’t believe people’s words, and never trusts anyone on what they say. He waits and watches and determines their character and intentions by their actions. He doesn’t trust good things either, always believing they’ll go bad eventually. He's pessimistic and always assumes the worst of people and of the world. He likes being in control of situations, but he's much more likely to stand up for other people than himself when it comes to the things people say. He doesn't care what anyone thinks about him, or how anyone treats him, but he is very vigilant of how those he cares about are treated or talked about.
Hates being seen as weak, because he doesn't like anyone thinking he might be an easy target, so he goes to great lengths to hide any weakness he may have. Works hard to appear emotionless and unfazed at all times, despite his extremely strong emotional reactions to most situations, and his emotions are difficult for him to verbalize even if he wanted to. His go-to defense mechanism is sarcasm and insults. Has a fear of intimacy, emotional, physical, or otherwise, and does his damndest to avoid it at all costs. He's not at all attracted to superficial or casual relationships; if/when he makes an emotional commitment it is total, and if he takes emotional action of any kind it's always intense. He will do anything for those he cares about; literally. He doesn't make promises lightly, but when he does, he's very reliable; if he says he will do something you can count on him doing it, without a doubt.
He hates being the center of attention, preferring to go unnoticed and unbothered. When he's uncomfortable he tends to lash out. Has a crisp, curt, no-nonsense, all-business approach to dealing with other people. He rarely gets involved closely with anyone (romantic, platonic, or professional) unless they have something specific and practical to offer him, or unless they take the initiative to make him a part of their life despite his prickly and distant demeanor. He's very private and secretive and keeps a lot to himself, even little inconsequential things, which can make people regard him with suspicion.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada
FAMILY (only notable family mentioned. small family tree can be found here)
- Father--Pierce Golding--54--criminal--ungifted
- Mother--Vivian Colt--48--gifted with precognition
- Maternal Uncle--Travis Colt--51--bounty hunter--gifted with psychic tracking
- Maternal Great Aunt--Maisy Daunt--deceased--was gifted with mediumship
- Second Cousin--Rowan Daunt--Maisy's grandchild--gifted with ?
PETS: Hubble, an eight-year-old smallish brown mixed breed who Felix rescued from a kill shelter. Hubble is calm and unfazed, aloof toward most people who aren't Felix, but even with Felix he isn't overly affectionate. He's very well-behaved in general and has good manners, but beyond his whip-quick recall he's not very obedient and mostly does what he wants. He knows tricks, but will not do them on command.
HISTORY
Born in Las Vegas, Nevada to Vivian Colt, a sixteen-year-old girl, and Pierce Golding, her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend. His mother gave him his father's last name, fully believing Pierce would be sticking around, and that they would get married. Pierce wasn't built for family life, though, and he barely lasted a week before he left Vivian and Felix.
The first ten years of his life were spent with his mother, who constantly had a different boyfriend, usually older men. Some of the men were nice to him, some ignored him and acted like he didn't exist, and others were abusive in a variety of ways. He ran away now and again, but always came back when he was hungry and couldn't feed himself, and because he didn't want to miss a visit from his uncle; his precognitive dreams usually told him when one was coming up.
His mother's brother, Travis, spent time with him sometimes, when he had the time. Occasionally they would take trips, and even spend a few days at Aunt Maisy's house, in Los Eurosia. Felix was always fascinated with her power of mediumship, and she didn't mind showing off for him. He sometimes saw his cousins--Aunt Maisy's grandchildren--while they were visiting, but he never met any other family members, and Travis wasn't interested in introducing him to them. It was at Aunt Maisy's that he discovered his gift for psychometry. Uncle Travis was impressed, but urged him not to tell his mother about his new ability, worried what she might want to use it for.
Vivian never cared when Travis took Felix on a trip, and usually encouraged him to keep Felix for even longer than he did. Felix never told his uncle what his mother's boyfriends put him through, but it was obvious he wasn't okay, from the way he acted, the evasive way he talked about living with his mother, and the injuries he sometimes had when Travis picked him up. It was the source of many fights between Travis and Vivian, and sometimes Travis and Vivian's boyfriends. Besides being angry about it, though, Travis didn't do much to stop it besides giving Felix his first knife and doing his best to teach him how to use it. Not that it helped much, since he was too small and weak to do much with it, and was too scared to try.
Vivian's own precognitive dreams troubled her at times, but she didn't share much with Felix, besides the occasional sympathy that he had the same gift as her. He grew up with his dreams being treated as normal, and it took him a while to realize they weren't something everyone experienced. Most of the time he hated them, and they instilled an unfair amount of fear in him, considering how often he predicted his own abuse.
When he was ten, one of his mothers boyfriends proposed to her, with the caveat that she ditch her son, so she dumped him with his father, whom he had only seen maybe five times in the last ten years. He wanted to live with his Uncle Travis, who had been one of the only loving adults in his life up until that point, but Travis was a very busy man, and he wasn't in a place in his life that he could take care of a ten-year-old full time.
Things didn't get too much better for him with his father, who was always busy with a variety of illegal and questionably legal activities. He was exposed to a lot of dangerous things and people, and the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his mother's boyfriends continued in different ways at the hands of his father's associates. He had learned to keep his mouth shut about it, though, because his mother never acted in his defense, so he assumed his father wouldn't either, and he didn't bother to tell him.
The trips with Travis continued, but Pierce made a much bigger deal about them than Vivian had, making it a hassle for Travis to spend any time with Felix. The trips went from a couple of times a month to one or two every six months, because fighting with Pierce about spending time with Felix was too much effort for Travis. He figured he was safer now that he was away from his mother's boyfriends, and had no idea the abuse was still going on, even worse in some instances. He urged Felix to continue keeping his gifts a secret from his father, just like he'd always been taught to, and Felix did as he was told, old enough to know, now, that Pierce would try and use his gifts for his own gain.
When Felix was fifteen, he used his knife against one of his abusers for the first time. It was a dangerous man who was very familiar with his father, and who had abused him on multiple other occasions. When his father came home and found him covered in blood, and his associate unresponsive, he told Felix to leave, claiming it was for his own safety.
The only place Felix knew to go was to his Uncle Travis, because there was no way he would try and get his mother to take him back. He had only spoken to her a couple of times since she had dumped him with his father four years prior, and he hadn't seen her at all. He had no idea if the man he had defended himself against was still alive, and he didn't want to know.
He was surprised when Travis agreed to let him stay, and told him he was proud of him for what he'd done. It was easier to care for him, now that he was older and Travis could leave him home alone for long periods of time. Which he did quite often when he had to leave for work. He would, occasionally, bring something home with him and ask Felix to use his psychometry to tell him whatever he could about it. Felix did so gladly, eager to be useful, and to use his gift to help his uncle in any way he could. When his uncle was gone, Felix didn't mind too much, used to being alone, and happy to finally have some peace. He liked his new school a lot better than his old one, but he didn't make friends any easier; as always, the other kids thought he was too weird. They had a much better cross country team than his old school did, though, and he enjoyed that quite a bit.
In between work trips, Felix and Travis continued going on their own trips, and they still visited Aunt Maisy from time to time. Travis also started teaching him how to use weapons, and enrolled him in some fighting classes, letting him try out a few different styles until he found something he liked. Felix was almost seventeen when Travis decided he was capable enough of defending himself to accompany him on a job. He found a lot of important uses for Felix's powers. He started spending a lot of time around dangerous people again, but this time it was different, because Uncle Travis was looking out for him, and Felix could defend himself if it came down to it. Which it did, more than a few times. He didn't hear from either of his parents, and didn't bother contacting them.
When Felix graduated from high school, he became Uncle Travis' full time bounty hunting partner. It wasn't really discussed, but he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't. Things were relatively okay for a few years, with only the occasional near miss, but nothing Felix couldn't handle. Then, when he was twenty-two, he came face to face with one of his father's old associates; one of his old abusers. The man recognized him, and Felix froze at first. His training kicked in, though, when the man attacked him, and he fought back. They were supposed to be detaining the man, but in the midst of a panic attack, feeling like he was fighting for his life, Felix killed him.
Travis managed to get it ruled as self-defense by calling in a few favors, but not before Felix was booked and spent a couple of weeks in jail before his trial, which was hell for him in a number of ways. Afterward, he was done working with his uncle. Travis was disappointed, but he understood. Felix spent almost a month at Aunt Maisy's house in Los Eurosia, recuperating, once he was released from jail. He opened up to her about a lot of things, and revealed things he'd never told anyone else before. Once he was back to himself, he was mortified at how much he'd revealed of himself, and he left. He didn't visit her again after that, embarrassed about how much she knew about him and his past. They had short phone conversations on occasion, but that was it, and anytime she brought anything up or tried to get emotional he ended the conversation.
When he went back to Vegas, he missed Aunt Maisy, and he realized how lonely it was being by himself all the time. Instead of trying to make friends, or finding a romantic relationship, though, he decided to get a dog. The guy he picked out had almost as bad a background as Felix did, despite being only a couple of years old. It took a while to earn his trust, but when he did it was very rewarding. Hubble kept him company, just like he'd wanted, and gave him someone to talk to, even if he didn't talk back.
He jumped around to different jobs for a few years, mostly bartending and dealing cards in casinos; two jobs where he was expected to interact with people, but wasn't under an obligation to be overly nice about it, which suited him well. He preferred bartending, though. He kept living with his Uncle Travis, partly because it was easier and cheaper, partly because he still helped him with psychometry work on occasion, and partly because he didn't want to be totally without human company all of the time. As soon as he was able to he got his own car-- an older model black Mustang convertible that he has slowly had fixed up over the years, though it has a few dents and scrapes.
During one of his short naps one night, he had a vision about his Aunt Maisy's death. He called her as soon as he woke up, and she wasn't at all surprised. She revealed she'd been struggling with an illness and had kept it to herself and not told any of her family. He wanted to see her one last time, but they both knew he wouldn't make it in time. He felt so guilty for not visiting her the last six years, but she assured him she understood. Their last conversation was emotional, and they actually talked about the things he'd revealed to her years ago without him shutting her down. He figured it was the least he could do.
When she died, Aunt Maisy left her house to Felix, and her antique store to his cousin, her grandchild, Rowan. She split the rest of the inheritance between the two. None of the rest of her family got anything. Some of them were very upset by that fact, and gave him a piece of their mind at her funeral. People he'd never even met before. He supposed to could understand their ire, when looking at it that way.
After her funeral, Felix stayed in the city. He didn't know how long he'd be in Los Eurosia, and how long it would take him to get all of Aunt Maisy's affairs in order and sort through her things and figure out what to do with her property, but there wasn't anything waiting for him back in Las Vegas. He figured he could take as long as he wanted.
Concerned for his job prospects, his Uncle Travis put him in touch with one of his contacts in the city. Someone who was gifted like them, he said, and might be able to make use of his psychometry. The contact ended up being a member of Blackstorm, and Felix willingly joined up as an independent contractor, using his gifts to benefit the organization when they needed him to, but not too involved otherwise. He doesn't have the passion for the cause that others might have, but he's on board for now.
The first ten years of his life were spent with his mother, who constantly had a different boyfriend, usually older men. Some of the men were nice to him, some ignored him and acted like he didn't exist, and others were abusive in a variety of ways. He ran away now and again, but always came back when he was hungry and couldn't feed himself, and because he didn't want to miss a visit from his uncle; his precognitive dreams usually told him when one was coming up.
His mother's brother, Travis, spent time with him sometimes, when he had the time. Occasionally they would take trips, and even spend a few days at Aunt Maisy's house, in Los Eurosia. Felix was always fascinated with her power of mediumship, and she didn't mind showing off for him. He sometimes saw his cousins--Aunt Maisy's grandchildren--while they were visiting, but he never met any other family members, and Travis wasn't interested in introducing him to them. It was at Aunt Maisy's that he discovered his gift for psychometry. Uncle Travis was impressed, but urged him not to tell his mother about his new ability, worried what she might want to use it for.
Vivian never cared when Travis took Felix on a trip, and usually encouraged him to keep Felix for even longer than he did. Felix never told his uncle what his mother's boyfriends put him through, but it was obvious he wasn't okay, from the way he acted, the evasive way he talked about living with his mother, and the injuries he sometimes had when Travis picked him up. It was the source of many fights between Travis and Vivian, and sometimes Travis and Vivian's boyfriends. Besides being angry about it, though, Travis didn't do much to stop it besides giving Felix his first knife and doing his best to teach him how to use it. Not that it helped much, since he was too small and weak to do much with it, and was too scared to try.
Vivian's own precognitive dreams troubled her at times, but she didn't share much with Felix, besides the occasional sympathy that he had the same gift as her. He grew up with his dreams being treated as normal, and it took him a while to realize they weren't something everyone experienced. Most of the time he hated them, and they instilled an unfair amount of fear in him, considering how often he predicted his own abuse.
When he was ten, one of his mothers boyfriends proposed to her, with the caveat that she ditch her son, so she dumped him with his father, whom he had only seen maybe five times in the last ten years. He wanted to live with his Uncle Travis, who had been one of the only loving adults in his life up until that point, but Travis was a very busy man, and he wasn't in a place in his life that he could take care of a ten-year-old full time.
Things didn't get too much better for him with his father, who was always busy with a variety of illegal and questionably legal activities. He was exposed to a lot of dangerous things and people, and the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his mother's boyfriends continued in different ways at the hands of his father's associates. He had learned to keep his mouth shut about it, though, because his mother never acted in his defense, so he assumed his father wouldn't either, and he didn't bother to tell him.
The trips with Travis continued, but Pierce made a much bigger deal about them than Vivian had, making it a hassle for Travis to spend any time with Felix. The trips went from a couple of times a month to one or two every six months, because fighting with Pierce about spending time with Felix was too much effort for Travis. He figured he was safer now that he was away from his mother's boyfriends, and had no idea the abuse was still going on, even worse in some instances. He urged Felix to continue keeping his gifts a secret from his father, just like he'd always been taught to, and Felix did as he was told, old enough to know, now, that Pierce would try and use his gifts for his own gain.
When Felix was fifteen, he used his knife against one of his abusers for the first time. It was a dangerous man who was very familiar with his father, and who had abused him on multiple other occasions. When his father came home and found him covered in blood, and his associate unresponsive, he told Felix to leave, claiming it was for his own safety.
The only place Felix knew to go was to his Uncle Travis, because there was no way he would try and get his mother to take him back. He had only spoken to her a couple of times since she had dumped him with his father four years prior, and he hadn't seen her at all. He had no idea if the man he had defended himself against was still alive, and he didn't want to know.
He was surprised when Travis agreed to let him stay, and told him he was proud of him for what he'd done. It was easier to care for him, now that he was older and Travis could leave him home alone for long periods of time. Which he did quite often when he had to leave for work. He would, occasionally, bring something home with him and ask Felix to use his psychometry to tell him whatever he could about it. Felix did so gladly, eager to be useful, and to use his gift to help his uncle in any way he could. When his uncle was gone, Felix didn't mind too much, used to being alone, and happy to finally have some peace. He liked his new school a lot better than his old one, but he didn't make friends any easier; as always, the other kids thought he was too weird. They had a much better cross country team than his old school did, though, and he enjoyed that quite a bit.
In between work trips, Felix and Travis continued going on their own trips, and they still visited Aunt Maisy from time to time. Travis also started teaching him how to use weapons, and enrolled him in some fighting classes, letting him try out a few different styles until he found something he liked. Felix was almost seventeen when Travis decided he was capable enough of defending himself to accompany him on a job. He found a lot of important uses for Felix's powers. He started spending a lot of time around dangerous people again, but this time it was different, because Uncle Travis was looking out for him, and Felix could defend himself if it came down to it. Which it did, more than a few times. He didn't hear from either of his parents, and didn't bother contacting them.
When Felix graduated from high school, he became Uncle Travis' full time bounty hunting partner. It wasn't really discussed, but he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't. Things were relatively okay for a few years, with only the occasional near miss, but nothing Felix couldn't handle. Then, when he was twenty-two, he came face to face with one of his father's old associates; one of his old abusers. The man recognized him, and Felix froze at first. His training kicked in, though, when the man attacked him, and he fought back. They were supposed to be detaining the man, but in the midst of a panic attack, feeling like he was fighting for his life, Felix killed him.
Travis managed to get it ruled as self-defense by calling in a few favors, but not before Felix was booked and spent a couple of weeks in jail before his trial, which was hell for him in a number of ways. Afterward, he was done working with his uncle. Travis was disappointed, but he understood. Felix spent almost a month at Aunt Maisy's house in Los Eurosia, recuperating, once he was released from jail. He opened up to her about a lot of things, and revealed things he'd never told anyone else before. Once he was back to himself, he was mortified at how much he'd revealed of himself, and he left. He didn't visit her again after that, embarrassed about how much she knew about him and his past. They had short phone conversations on occasion, but that was it, and anytime she brought anything up or tried to get emotional he ended the conversation.
When he went back to Vegas, he missed Aunt Maisy, and he realized how lonely it was being by himself all the time. Instead of trying to make friends, or finding a romantic relationship, though, he decided to get a dog. The guy he picked out had almost as bad a background as Felix did, despite being only a couple of years old. It took a while to earn his trust, but when he did it was very rewarding. Hubble kept him company, just like he'd wanted, and gave him someone to talk to, even if he didn't talk back.
He jumped around to different jobs for a few years, mostly bartending and dealing cards in casinos; two jobs where he was expected to interact with people, but wasn't under an obligation to be overly nice about it, which suited him well. He preferred bartending, though. He kept living with his Uncle Travis, partly because it was easier and cheaper, partly because he still helped him with psychometry work on occasion, and partly because he didn't want to be totally without human company all of the time. As soon as he was able to he got his own car-- an older model black Mustang convertible that he has slowly had fixed up over the years, though it has a few dents and scrapes.
During one of his short naps one night, he had a vision about his Aunt Maisy's death. He called her as soon as he woke up, and she wasn't at all surprised. She revealed she'd been struggling with an illness and had kept it to herself and not told any of her family. He wanted to see her one last time, but they both knew he wouldn't make it in time. He felt so guilty for not visiting her the last six years, but she assured him she understood. Their last conversation was emotional, and they actually talked about the things he'd revealed to her years ago without him shutting her down. He figured it was the least he could do.
When she died, Aunt Maisy left her house to Felix, and her antique store to his cousin, her grandchild, Rowan. She split the rest of the inheritance between the two. None of the rest of her family got anything. Some of them were very upset by that fact, and gave him a piece of their mind at her funeral. People he'd never even met before. He supposed to could understand their ire, when looking at it that way.
After her funeral, Felix stayed in the city. He didn't know how long he'd be in Los Eurosia, and how long it would take him to get all of Aunt Maisy's affairs in order and sort through her things and figure out what to do with her property, but there wasn't anything waiting for him back in Las Vegas. He figured he could take as long as he wanted.
Concerned for his job prospects, his Uncle Travis put him in touch with one of his contacts in the city. Someone who was gifted like them, he said, and might be able to make use of his psychometry. The contact ended up being a member of Blackstorm, and Felix willingly joined up as an independent contractor, using his gifts to benefit the organization when they needed him to, but not too involved otherwise. He doesn't have the passion for the cause that others might have, but he's on board for now.
THE PLAYER
NAME: Calamity
AGE: 32
TIMEZONE: CST
