Rodiak

[MxM] Looking for some boys~

I'll join in! Like the fantasy one.

The Queen's Hand

Felix Hansford

Color Code: A52A2A / Brown

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Name
Felix Jose de Heceta / Felix Hansford
Gender
Male
Age
25
Country of Origin
Spain
Biography
Born out of wedlock, Felix and his five siblings were raised by his Spanish mother in Barcelona. Their mother worked as a prostitute, often bringing her clients to their small home in El Raval. Felix was the youngest of the six, leaving him with little responsibilities and duties. While his three older brothers worked in factories or the port and his two sisters cleaned the homes of the upper-class people, Felix was left to wander the city with little to no supervision. By the age of 7, Felix made a bit of coin by pickpocketing tourists that came to his little district. More often than not, he was in trouble with shop owners too for stealing. Some even knew his face well that they would throw things at him to drive little Felix away from their shop.

On his 8th birthday, Felix decided to sneak into one of the spice warehouses in the port to steal a few sacks of spice and sell it when one of the guards caught him. Panicked, Felix tried to pry free from the muscled arms. He kicked and cried with all his might until the man's arms were forced open by some kind of force. The 8-year-old took the opportunity to flee with a single sack of spice. He didn't think of it much after that until a few years later when he was caught pickpocketing an English tourist. He thought he was going to get thrown in jail or get his hands cut off for stealing, but the man asked him where his home was and took him back to his mother. The man, Edgar Kinsley, offered his mother to take him in and offered a large sum of money to her. Her mother, with another child on the way, agreed and said her brief goodbye to her child. She knew Felix would be better off in England with a wealthy man like Mr. Kinsley.

Only 12 years old, Felix made the trip to England with Mr. Kinsley and a translator. Once there he was placed under the care of a family close to the crown. The Hansfords adopted him and took care of him while he was educated in English literature, maths, and science. He was groomed to be the perfect English man. While this was happening, Kinsley explained to him that Felix had been born with a unique ability that needed to be unlocked, controlled, and put to use. With little option, Felix agreed to military training, something Mr. Kinlsey greatly encouraged. Just a few months in, Felix was starting to manipulate objects near him. The first instance was when his combat teacher threw a punch towards him, but Felix stopped the fist from reaching his face. Thunderstruck, Felix began to experiment with more scenarios. Using trial and error, Felix was able to exercise his abilities and let them grow. The resources from Kinsley and the Hansford family allowed him to grow into a capable man and soldier. By 1854, Felix was enrolled in the "UnHoly" Army to fight in the war against the Russians. HIs ability to fight with and without his power shone in the battlefield to his commanding officers. When The Queen's Hand was formed, Felix was one of the first to be put in the Operations Department.

Growing up under such a privilege, Felix was also able to discover other things other than his abilities. While his abilities were known to those around him, he was not seen as an absolute monster by those close to him. It was something that the public knew, as much as they were wary they accepted him. On the other hand, the feelings he discovered for certain people would not be as accepted as his ability to levitate a glass of water.

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Ability
Telekinesis

• Discription
  
  
  
  • Felix can manipulate/influence objects with his mind.
  • A few examples of this are; being able to hold an object in place, levitation, alter an object's direction and force, manipulate an object's movements against their will, use weapons without touching them, and throw an object away or towards him.
  • He can sense when someone or something is close to him, according to his study, it has a radius of 5 centimeters.
  • Felix has been experimenting with his ability since he discovered them and is not afraid to try new things at the expense of others.
• Restriction
  
  
  
  • While using his power, Felix is limited to line of sight. He is required to see an object in order to influence it or manipulate it.
  • There is a weight limit to Felix's ability. While he is able to levitate a person, he is unable to make a train wagon for more than two seconds. Using his ability on a heavy objects leaves him exhausted.
  • His ability also has a range limit. He has conducted several tests and his range, for now, is 250 yards. It was just 50 when he first discovered his ability.
  • Using his power for longer than a continuous hour will leave him with a bloody nose and head pain. Anything more will make him pass out. Yes, he has tried.

Department
Operations

The Queen's Hand

Alright, thank you!

The Queen's Hand

@Sazama

I edited the range from 300 to 250 yards, since 300 is still a lot. Hope that's okay! o:

Can I move Felix over?

The Queen's Hand

@Sazama Color code has been added!

The Queen's Hand

Felix Hansford

Color Code: A52A2A / Brown

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Name
Felix Jose de Heceta / Felix Hansford
Gender
Male
Age
25
Country of Origin
Spain
Biography
Born out of wedlock, Felix and his five siblings were raised by his Spanish mother in Barcelona. Their mother worked as a prostitute, often bringing her clients to their small home in El Raval. Felix was the youngest of the six, leaving him with little responsibilities and duties. While his three older brothers worked in factories or the port and his two sisters cleaned the homes of the upper-class people, Felix was left to wander the city with little to no supervision. By the age of 7, Felix made a bit of coin by pickpocketing tourists that came to his little district. More often than not, he was in trouble with shop owners too for stealing. Some even knew his face well that they would throw things at him to drive little Felix away from their shop.

On his 8th birthday, Felix decided to sneak into one of the spice warehouses in the port to steal a few sacks of spice and sell it when one of the guards caught him. Panicked, Felix tried to pry free from the muscled arms. He kicked and cried with all his might until the man's arms were forced open by some kind of force. The 8-year-old took the opportunity to flee with a single sack of spice. He didn't think of it much after that until a few years later when he was caught pickpocketing an English tourist. He thought he was going to get thrown in jail or get his hands cut off for stealing, but the man asked him where his home was and took him back to his mother. The man, Edgar Kinsley, offered his mother to take him in and offered a large sum of money to her. Her mother, with another child on the way, agreed and said her brief goodbye to her child. She knew Felix would be better off in England with a wealthy man like Mr. Kinsley.

Only 12 years old, Felix made the trip to England with Mr. Kinsley and a translator. Once there he was placed under the care of a family close to the crown. The Hansfords adopted him and took care of him while he was educated in English literature, maths, and science. He was groomed to be the perfect English man. While this was happening, Kinsley explained to him that Felix had been born with a unique ability that needed to be unlocked, controlled, and put to use. With little option, Felix agreed to military training, something Mr. Kinlsey greatly encouraged. Just a few months in, Felix was starting to manipulate objects near him. The first instance was when his combat teacher threw a punch towards him, but Felix stopped the fist from reaching his face. Thunderstruck, Felix began to experiment with more scenarios. Using trial and error, Felix was able to exercise his abilities and let them grow. The resources from Kinsley and the Hansford family allowed him to grow into a capable man and soldier. By 1854, Felix was enrolled in the "UnHoly" Army to fight in the war against the Russians. HIs ability to fight with and without his power shone in the battlefield to his commanding officers. When The Queen's Hand was formed, Felix was one of the first to be put in the Operations Department.

Growing up under such a privilege, Felix was also able to discover other things other than his abilities. While his abilities were known to those around him, he was not seen as an absolute monster by those close to him. It was something that the public knew, as much as they were wary they accepted him. On the other hand, the feelings he discovered for certain people would not be as accepted as his ability to levitate a glass of water.

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Ability
Telekinesis

• Discription
  
  • Felix can manipulate/influence objects with his mind.
  • A few examples of this are; being able to hold an object in place, levitation, alter an object's direction and force, manipulate an object's movements against their will, use weapons without touching them, and throw an object away or towards him.
  • He can sense when someone or something is close to him, according to his study, it has a radius of 5 centimeters.
  • Felix has been experimenting with his ability since he discovered them and is not afraid to try new things at the expense of others.
• Restriction
  
  • While using his power, Felix is limited to line of sight. He is required to see an object in order to influence it or manipulate it.
  • There is a weight limit to Felix's ability. While he is able to levitate a person, he is unable to make a train wagon for more than two seconds. Using his ability on a heavy objects leaves him exhausted.
  • His ability also has a range limit. He has conducted several tests and his range, for now, is 250 yards. It was just 50 when he first discovered his ability.
  • Using his power for longer than a continuous hour will leave him with a bloody nose and head pain. Anything more will make him pass out. Yes, he has tried.

Department
Operations

Edit - Added some more info about him and fixed some grammar errors.

The Queen's Hand (Victorian-Era Superheroes)

Yes. Yes. Yes. Definitely interested! I'll start looking for a face claim and do some history research of the area and important dates.

Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

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Itzel laughed as she watched Ritz walk away after calling a very naive Josiah "zaddy." Oh, this was hilarious! The poor man didn't know what it meant, and Itzel certainly was not about to tell him. She could tell Josiah didn't find it odd and actually seemed to enjoy it, but not in the way Ritz had meant it. "Is no one going to tell him?" Itzel glanced between Josiah and Aria while trying to keep her giggles suppressed.

"On, no you are not!" Jonah approached the group, arms crossed. "You are not about to poison his innocent and naive soul!"

"Jonah! C'mon it would be funny! I mean Ritz is not wrong."

"He is not wrong. Jonah agreed with a small shrug and a glance at Josiah. "It's nice to see you two-- although we haven't really met." He shook both Aria's and Josiah's hand with a small grin. "I'm Jonah from 2A, it's a pleasure to talk to you finally."

She glanced over at Aria after Josiah's words, keeping the big smile in her lips. "Anyway, Josiah is right! The more you practice the better you'll get. Besides, I have quick feet so when we dance you won't be able to step on me even if you wanted to." Itzel winked at Aria to match Josiah's. Itzel was sure that if Aria really wanted to, she would be able to dance as good as the next person. Maybe not as good as her-- but at least she wouldn't step on other people's toes. "Besides, I bet you're not the only one who doesn't know how to dance, ain't that right Jonah?" She glanced up at the man with a smirk.

"Look, my skills are in my mouth--"

"That's what she said!"

"--ha ha ha. How funny Itzel." Jonah rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, ignoring Itzel's giggled. "I can dance, I just, uh, what do you American's call it? 'White boy' dance?"

"I call it to flail like a fish out of water." Itzel rolled her eyes at him and waved her hand in front of her. She had been out with Jonah before to some of the local gay clubs in Silvervale and Jonah, even when slightly drunk, was unable to dance. Aria had hope-- Jonah did not. She had tried so many times to teach him even the basics of movement and even just swaying his hips, but that man was hopeless! Maybe he was right, maybe all of his skill was in his mouth. Haa! Talking about those who were unable to dance...

"Simon!" Itzel pushed Jonah's protesting body to the side to greet her roommate. She heard a faint rude from Jonah, but he knew she was just playing with him. "Didn't know you were gonna be able to make it! I was getting a bit worried you weren't gonna come and meet the other tenants." Itzel was glad that he had been able to make it. For one, she would be able to get maybe the chance to drink with him and maybe start the progress of teaching him how to dance, and she wanted to know more about him. He usually came to the apartment tired from work and left early in the mornings. Itzel saw Simon a lot more than Robin, so it was nice seeing him again. "My day has been pretty shitty. Got shitty customers for their shitty weddings but you know, the usual. Anyway, forget about work! Simon, this is Aria and Josiah." Itzel pulled him into their little circle. She wanted him to feel welcomed by the other. "And this British dude here is Jonah. He is very skilled with his mouth, ya know."

"I didn't say-- well, I did but that's not what I meant." Jonah cleared his throat. "Jonah Zhu, from 2A. Very nice to meet you." Jonah shook his hand, tilting his head to the side. "Are you from Ireland? While Jonah had not met many people from Ireland while he had been living in London or the states, the Irish accent was always very easily recognizable and Jonah quite enjoyed the sound of it.

Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

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The sun had set entirely by the time Jonah arrived at the complex with two packs of wine coolers, for those who would rather not get drunk and still had to do something the next day. Jonah was one of them, although he might let himself slide if either of his roommates were willing to help him to bed and let Ai out for a short walk right before bed-- but that was not likely to happen. Either way, he didn't need drinks to help him enjoy the night or keep the conversation going. Wine coolers would have to do for tonight. Maybe a shot. Maybe.

As Jonah entered the room and headed towards the stairs, he noticed a familiar figure sitting in one of the lounge chairs with her face buried in some kind of book. The book didn't look like a normal novel, and when he took a step closer, he realized that the slender figure was Pepper, the nice girl he would sometimes talk to during the mornings. "Oh! Pepper!" He walked closer and set the drinks down on the lounge chair next to her. He grinned down at the woman as if they were old friends. "What are you doin' down here? Aren't you supposed to be up in the rooftop for the party? Ain't you going or somethin'?" Jonah's English accent was always more prevalent when he talked in a friendly manner, and he usually didn't mean it to come out that way. He sat down at the edge of the lounge chair to be at eye level with Pepper. He knew she was shier than most people he had met in the past, but that didn't mean she had to avoid socialization altogether. He understood that groups of people could make someone nervous. He had to recharge himself sometimes after attending a business meeting or even going out sometimes, but it was always fun to hang around with some people and talk. "I'm heading up there myself, why don't you come with me, gyal?" He smiled at her before standing up. He was going to change out of his dust-covered pants and shirt to something more flashy, but that would have to wait a bit until he escorted Pepper up to the rooftop.

Jonah talked a bit to Pepper as they went up to the rooftop. It was mainly about Pepper's work and Jonah's shop. She shared some of her work stories, and he would share some of the stress he had been putting up to get the shop up. Jonah admired the work Pepper did. Being a paramedic was no task for someone who had a faint heart. Pepper looked like she was made or glass, but Jonah was thought to never judge a book by it's cover.

Once they arrived at the rooftop, Jonah dropped off the drinks and excused himself, telling Pepper he would be back shortly. Jonah didn't want to be in a party wearing dirty clothes and leaving behind dust everywhere, besides, he wanted to grab a particular person's attention. Being covered in dust was not how he was planning to. Instead, Jonah changed into a pair of black jeans, a red flannel with a grey shirt under and threw on his favorite Saint Laurent leather jacket on. To complete the look he slipped on his pair of Eris Bergen black boots. With a quick glance at his mirror, Jonah made his way back to the rooftop with a small grin on his face. Today was the night he would introduce himself to him-- if the handsome stranger ever appeared at the party.

By the time he was back the karaoke machine had been taken over by two people and a few others had arrived. He could see Itzel, the girl he had talked to a few times, talking to another woman. He saw the man he had had a previous crush on talking to a shorter man that rushed to Bert on the grill. The smell of food filled the air around them and Jonah's stomach rumbled without shame. I need food in me before I get my plan started.

_{Interactions with Pepper([@DisturbedSpec)}

Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

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<sub>Itzel Maria Sanchez, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It has taken me so many years to find you finally... and now that I have, I want to meet you. My name is Andre Smith. I'm 48 years old, and I work in a mechanic shop in Texas. I met your mother when she was just 16. We both made stupid mistakes, but I committed the greatest of crimes. I left her and you when you had not even taken your first breath.

Please write back to 8567 Wild Rose Street, El Paso, TX 79930 .</sub>

Itzel stared down at the opened letter in her hands as if she was holding a chicken with a severed head. The paper was stained with coffee, the corners folded in and the writing looked like they had been written with a broken pencil. There were more sentences under the "I want to meet you" part, but they had been crossed out thoroughly with the pencil that it was illegible. The writing in the paper looked like chicken scratch and had various grammar mistakes. It was clear that the man who had written the letter had not had a formal education. Itzel had been standing in the middle of her room reading the latter over and over again as if it would turn into her father.

He's 26 years too late. Itzel thought as she put the letter on her desk and began to pick up the various items of items of clothing that were scattered on the floor. The week had been pretty busy with a big wedding coming up. Itzel's mother had been unable to meet with the couple, so Itzel had to go to their home and sketch out different flower arrangments and talk out some ideas with them. The bride didn't know what she wanted, and the groom was indecisive about everything. Neither of them wanted to work out something with Itzel, so she just told them to leave it to her. She was supposed to have a sample by today, and Itzel had yet to come with something.

Whatever, I'll come up with something by the time they get there.

With that Itzel flipped her Bluetooth speaker on and opened her playlist in her phone and began playing one of her many Salsa playlists. She danced and cleaned her room as her hips swayed from side to side with each beat of the drums and her feet carrying her around the room until every item of clothing were either shoved into the closet or thrown into the laundry basket where they would be forgotten for at least two weeks. Or until Itzel realized she was wearing her old bras. Itzel danced her way to the kitchen, the music from her room pouring out to the rest of the apartment. She wasn't sure if her roommate was in her room, or if the company she had had the previous night was still there. Either way, Itzel continued to dance in her pajama shorts and a tank top as Itzel she put some water in the kettle and turned it on. She still had two hours to go before she would have to go to the shop today, so a nice and filling breakfast was in menu today. Heck, she felt like she was at the top of the world today so she would even prepare some for breakfast for the stranger(s) that would probably stumble out of Robin's room.

Itzel didn't mind that her roommate sometimes brought strange people from the bar, or that sometimes it wasn't one person but a few. The only thing that bothered her was that Robin never seemed to be home. It was like Itzel was living alone with a bunch of passing strangers that would stay the night, eat the food Itzel prepared, and leave. Again, Itzel didn't mind much, but it would be nice to have a conversation with the woman she was sharing an apartment with. For all, she knew Robin could be a vampire! Or a criminal! What if she was a witch?? Itzel rolled her eyes at ham she was cutting on a wooden board. No, that was stupid. Robin was no criminal, maybe a vampire, but not a criminal. She should just ask her what she did for a living-- if she ever saw her anytime soon.

Itzel had cut various slices of ham into small squared and put them to fry in a pan for a minute or two before adding the eggs. She sprinkled a bit of pepper and salt before letting the whole thing cook as she gently stirred. The music was still pouring out of her room. Not once did she stop dancing. Even as she poured the hot water into her favorite coffee mug, a white mug covered is blue and yellow flowers and dunked a spoon filled with sugar then the coffee. After the eggs and ham had finished cooking, she served them in a large plate and set everything on the table. Sometimes the smell of food or coffee alone made the strangers wonder out to the kitchen and other times it took Itzel's horrid singing to force them out. The smell of food won this time as a woman walked out of Robin's room in nothing but her underwear. Then another. And then a man followed by another.

Oh gosh, no wonder why it was so loud last night! "Good morning you sleepy heads!" Itzel grinned over at the small group of people that stumbled and groaned. "Breakfast is ready! I'll make you guys coffee in a bit. The painkillers are on the table too!" Itzel's voice was higher than it usually was, to make the strangers head hurt just a bit more. She turned back to the kitchen to prepare four more mugs of coffee, no sugar. "So, I heard all your fun yesterday night. Can't say I was not bothered, especially by one of your two." She pointed at the two men. "I heard everything, and I'll just say that I am quite disappointed. One of you did not last more than five minutes. My poor roommate! She brings you here, and you can't even last?" She set the mugs down in the table. "Disappointing."

The men looked at her like they were about to throw up. Or fall over their chairs and go back to sleep. Itzel rolled her eyes and sat at the head of the table and began to eat. The two women to her left followed suit without a word and ate silently. None of them questioned why a stranger was feeding them or why she had been nice enough to cook for them while they slept in the other room. The air around them was awkward, and they could feel Itzel's eyes on them with every move they made. One of the men didn't look her away as if he was ashamed. Probably the one that had not lasted very long.

The rest of the morning consisted of Itzel making the people clean the kitchen and living room as payment for the breakfast and painkillers. At least now the dishes were washed, and the living room no longer looked like a bum lived in here. After the strangers were gone(Itzel never bothered to learn their names, unless she would see them more than once), she walked back to her room to get ready for work. She threw on a forest green maxi skirt with a slit on the side and a white lace crop top and threw on a pair of low heeled sandals. She quickly applied some foundation, mascara and dark red lipstick before gathering her tablet and purse. One quick glance at the mirror just next to the door told her that she looked just fine before Itzel left the apartment.

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"Mija, por que todavio no tienes un novio?" Karla was standing behind one of the arrangement tables in the shop. She was currently working on an order for an older woman that her daughter had bought for her birthday. The question had been sudden, and it was not the first time Itzel's mom had asked her that. "Estas bonit y eres inteligente!"

"Ama! Cuantas veces te tengo que decir que no quiero un novio. O una novia! Ademas, no tengo tiempo para esas cosas." Itzel groaned and shot her brother, Alejandro, a glare when he sniffled a burst of laughter. "You, shut up! You don't have a girlfriend either!"

"I'm not in my mid-twenties." Alejandro rolled his eyes at Itzel and threw a crumpled up piece of paper towards his sister.

"Alejandro! No tires las cosas, niño!" Karla looked over to her daughter. "Que paso con ese muchacho del bar? El que era security? El esta guapo!"

"No te dije que el maldito decidio ir se con su ex a California? El pendejo no medijo nada asta cuando llego alla." Itzel didn't like talking about that guy. Even if they had only dated a few months, she still felt pretty bad after what had happened. She thought everything was going well with him until he just left and the only thing she got was a lousy text from him a week after not hearing from him. Asshole.

"Que estupido. Mi niña hermosa merece algien mejor!" Karla reached over the table to pinch on of Itzel's cheeks, making her daughter groan with emberrasment as some clients walked in the shop. "Sabes que estoy jugando contigo, mija. No necesitas a nadie." Karla wiped her hands on her apron and approached the costumes with a big smile. "Hello, welcome! How can I help you today?"

Itzel turned back and looked at her mother. She knew that her mother was right. She didn't need anyone in her life to make her happy or make her feel loved. She had her family, and that was enough for her. It still sucked that someone had left her for the ex without being told. Whatever, that was the past. Right now Itzel had to worry about the flower arrangement she had yet to finish for the couple that would be coming in one hour, and she had nothing started on the table.

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Itzel rushed past a woman sitting on one of the couches in the lobby and to the stairs. Late! She was late! The couple had taken two hours trying to decide if they wanted blue or purple hydrangeas for the centerpieces. In the end, they went with both and a few white roses to make them pop out. Itzel had quickly mustered out a sample for them, and for the first time since Itzel had met them, they both looked happy with the final product. At least she wouldn't have to deal with them much until the wedding date, which was in three weeks from now.

With that put aside, Itzel now had to hurry her ass up to the roof and help Bert with the decoration and set up of the party. She had promised to be there to give them a hand and a few flowers to brighten up the rooftop. After all, she was a florist, and she knew how to put things together and make them look pretty! At least she liked to think she did. Bert had also promised to play some of her cumbias if she helped to hang the lights and to set up some of the tables with some of her arrangments. He had mentioned five tables at most, so Itzel had made five centerpieces with colorful flowers that the shop was able to spare. She carried them up to the roof and rushed to get the tables done before anyone was able to show up. The only one who was up there already was Bert and Ritz, the two people she had known the most since living in the complex. She said a quick hello to the both of them before she had to excuse herself and run back downstairs after finishing the tables. She wasn't wearing her party clothes yet! She needed the right attire for dancing tonight!

One hour later, just before 9 o'clock, Itzel made her way back up to the rooftop with a six pack of Modelo in one hand and a bottle of Don Julio tequila on the other. She had changed into a navy blue dress, tan heels and red tassel earrings hung from her ears. "Eyyy! More people!" She grinned and raised the items in her hands as she approached the small group gathering on the rooftop. "Brought some of the good stuff!" She put them next to the rest of the booze and liquor. Aulora, Aria, and a few others had shown up to the party already.

Itzel waved at Aulora as she walked to Aria and greeted her with a big smile. "Hey! I'm glad you made it! Excited for the party? Can't wait for the music to start playing so we can start dancing!"