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Felix Fitzroy

"I assure you, I never misspeak."

0 · 437 views · located in White Chapel, London circa 1886

a character in “Those With The Iron Touch.”, as played by Sarasham

Description

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BASICS


ImageImage{ FULL NAME }
Felix Anthony Fitzroy

{ AGE }
21

{ GIFT OR MUTATION }
Felix’s words have power. If he can convince someone of something, he can make that real. He can use this to increase his physical strength, heal wounds, or escape with an appropriately cocky “You’ll never catch me!”. He can’t contradict the objective reality in front of someone’s eyes, but if he can make you believe it, he can make it real.



WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?


Image{ HEIGHT & WEIGHT }
Felix is a slender 6’3”. He has been able to change this on rare occasions, but generally he’s tall, and svelte. He weighs around 135 pounds.

{ APPEARANCE }
Felix’s long hair, his tall frame and his good looks set him apart from crowds. His face is long, but framed by a strong jaw set with full lips. His eyes are a dark brown and his lashes are long. He is often wearing old suit jackets and scarves, managing to look reasonably well-kempt despite their obvious use.


WHO ARE YOU?


Image{ SEXUALITY }
Felix considers himself reasonably flexible when it comes to who he will court.

{FAMILY }
Felix has no known family, but his accent indicates that he came from somewhere in the North.

{ PERSONALITY }
Felix is a jovial fellow, quick-witted and very easy to talk to. His writing gives him a keen eye for people and situations. He can be boastful and often overestimates himself. But under his bravado he does have a soft heart.


WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL WHAT?


Image { LIKES }
Having time to himself, meeting new people, sweets and decadent foods

{ DISLIKES }
Large crowds, being rushed, meat pies

{ FEARS }
Without knowing the limits or specifics of his powers, Felix harbors a fear of causing something awful with them.

{ GOOD HABITS }
Charitable, optimistic, socially adept

{ BAD HABITS }
Terrible with money, flirtatious, very often gets lost in his own thoughts.


History

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Depending on who you ask Felix is either: an orphan, a nobleman’s bastard, or an urchin whose talent with words has let him scrape a life together. No one has been able to find any evidence confirming or denying his claims. Many suspect that he was not born as Felix Fitzroy.

Despite the muddied nature of his past, he is a reasonably skilled writer and manages to live off selling his writings. He doesn’t live well, but he’s able to keep a roof over his head and a reasonable amount of food in his belly. Most of his writing is Chap-books, though he is sometimes featured in magazines.

Felix discovered his gift before he moved to White Chapel. The circumstances of his move seem to have never been told to anyone and it is one of the few topics Felix will actively avoid. When he first arrived, he was eager to use his gifts to his own advantage. His writing contracts, at least some of them, are probably due in part to some properly placed statements.

Even still, Felix is a soft heart and couldn’t keep himself from trying to help others, which ended up teaching him several nasty lessons about the limitations of his gift. One particular incident with a boy whose hands had been run over by a carriage shook him so deeply that he spent two weeks refusing to speak for fear of what he could do.

He’s been living in the city for nearly a year now, and he’s become more accustomed to the city and his gifts. He sits comfortably between social classes, rubbing elbows with new-money aristocrats while also being well known among the urchins for always being willing to trade a warm meal for some stories.



OTHER

{ FACE CLAIM }
Jamie Campbell Porter

{ COLOR }
LavenderBlush4 - #817679

{ THEME SONGS }
Rain Awhile-Stabilo
Fireflies-Owl City

So begins...

Felix Fitzroy's Story

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Image Felix adjusted his scarf again, glancing briefly in the mirror. Better to go with a relaxed, classic look. No need for ties or cufflinks. Not that he owned any cufflinks, but it was the thought that counted. It was important that one consider one's appearance. Even if there weren't many options, choices had to be considered carefully.

And then came the knock at the door. Perfect. Right on time. In fact, a little early. He opened to door and a short girl in an oversized coat, her dirt-caked face beaming as she handed him a white box that smelled sweet and hot.

Wonderful. He grabbed the box and took a deep whiff. The smell of honey, flaky, warm pastry and the slightest hint of chocolate. They’re perfect. Thank you Mary.

“They was fresh out of the oven. Just like you said they would be Mister Fitzroy.” The girl let a toothy smile run across her face. She was new to the area and had been directed to his house by the other kids. She was a very fast runner, and he’d much rather she put it to use for him, than a thief-lord. He was—to an extent—a legitimate businessman. More legitimate than others who would put her skills to use.

Of course they were. They’re still so hot that I wouldn’t want to eat them. He opened the lid and counted the buns. Six, perfectly glazed, honeyed buns. He faked an expression of confusion and trouble. Indeed, they’re so hot I fear that they won’t be cooled by the time I reach my destination. They’re so tightly packed, they’re just going to keep cooking in this box. How about this…

He reached into the box and pulled one of the buns out. They were indeed quite warm. Why don’t you take this one, then? I surely don’t need six buns, and you deserve something for having gotten them to me so swiftly. He grinned as the girl’s eyes lit up. He knew the way a bakery’s smell could make an empty stomach groan. Yes, the girl was already paid for her work, but it never hurt to keep his charges’ bellies full and their faces grinning. Aside from the residual joy, it kept them coming back. Which he’d found very useful. Many thanks, dearest Mary, and be sure that Ruth knows I appreciate her services as well. I’d be wandering the streets without the pair of you. Now, run along before everyone smells the pastry and comes sniffing around enviously.

As the girl disappeared into the alleyways he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, scanning his eyes over the address again. An interesting woman. Sharp, steely eyes and a clockwork companion. Even I couldn't have written it any better. She slipped the paper into his pocket and locked his door. Katherine Stewart. I do hope she doesn't mind an unexpected visit...

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Katherine put down the small, delicate tools carefully, but with a look of disgust on her face. "The owl will have to wait for another day, Pan," she murmured to her companion, sighing. He mewed sympathetically and went back to her shoulder, his weight a comforting one. Leaving the mess of parts and tools where it was, she moved to another area of the large shop.

Her father had bought the spacious brick house years ago when he'd landed a rich patron to fund his research. But when his search wasn't fruitful, his patron dropped him and the money dried up. The house still remained, and he'd found other patrons, but Katherine made enough funds on her own selling and fixing small devices and potions that she could take care of the upkeep. There was always someone who wanted something fixed discreetly by someone they could trust, or someone who needed a flask of one of her concoctions to treat some illness. She wasn't interested in medical Alchemy, it wasn't nearly as fascinating as mechanical, but it did pay the bills. She had a bit of a reputation for her inventiveness and discretion, and those who happened to meet the right people and get referred to her knew to come to the servants entrance from the alley and down to the basement door where her shop was.

She'd turned lead into gold, that was no problem, but the time and expense involved was too great to make it anything but a party trick or something to convince a patron to take her on. It certainly wouldn't make her wealthy on its own. Everything came with a price, and Alchemy was no different. Her father had long researched the secret to eternal life, believing that Alchemy could grant it, but Katherine had only done a small amount of research in that area. Of course it was the ultimate in Alchemical prizes, but what little she'd found out told her that the price to be paid for such a thing would be high indeed and likely far too dear.

Today she was working on nothing so lofty. "Hephaestus, would you mind bringing me the green flask at that table?" Turning up the heat on the small glass vessel in front of her, she took out large, dark goggles from a pocket of her long leather apron and put them on.

Hephaestus handed her the flask, half-full of a dark, thick liquid, and she adjusted her gloves before picking up a small eyedropper and filling it carefully. Her hand hovered over the bubbling blue liquid on the burner, eyedropper at the ready. "Hephaestus, Pan, you might want to get behind something. This is probably going to explode a bit."

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Image Felix walked with a purpose, the warm box tucked under his arm and a crooked smile on his face. He knew the city well, and Miss Stewart’s home was not difficult to find. At least, not when one had a network of children in the shadows. And these urchins were always eager to help anyone who would extend them a kind hand. Sure, some would take advantage. He’d had a few children take his money and never come back, but a few pounds here and there he could spare for that lesson. And children like Ruth never forgot a kindness. That was worth the odd loss.

As the large brick house came into view he picked up his pace a bit. He wasn’t in a rush, but the buns really were best when they were still warm. As he hopped up the steps to the door he made a final adjustment of his scarf and his coat. Katherine was not the highest society door he’d knocked on, but nonetheless he wanted to make a good second impression. His approach at the party last night had not gone too poorly, the hissing from her little creature notwithstanding, so now he had to build on that.

Convinced he was presentable, he gave a few solid knocks on the door. This is going to go great. He said to himself. It wasn’t an obvious use of his powers, but it made him feel better none the less.

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At the knock, Katherine's only human staff, a combination between maid, butler, and cook, answered it with a sour face. "Yes?" He drawled in a very poor mockery of an upper-crust accent. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "If you're wanting Miss Stewart, go around to the servant's entrance and down to the basement. She'll receive you there." The door slammed.




The shop was filled with a fine layer of black ash. Katherine blinked, slowly, and then took a small cloth out of one of the many pockets of her leather apron to wipe off her goggles. That done, she peered into the glass. Hephaestus handed her a small book.

"Thank you, dear. It wasn't conclusive, but I think it's a step in the right direction. She took off her gloves and, hands her only clean skin visible, started writing quickly. Every result, for good or ill, had to be recorded. Otherwise how was she to know how her experiments were progressing? This particular one was meant to be a drink to give the client extra energy, but she was having difficulties balancing the different properties. It was perhaps time, she wrote in the margin, to go back to tampering with coffee beans instead of the laws of physics.

The contents of the beaker were carefully poured out into a bucket full of a chemical agent that rendered all others inert, and she began the process of cleaning off the table to start anew. Hephaestus could do the work, but she felt sorry that he had been so covered by ash. Pan had, wisely, hidden in one of her larger pockets, but she had no such pockets for Hephaestus. "Go clean yourself off, Hephaestus, and power down for a while. You've worked hard and could use the rest." Silently, the large brass golem walked away.

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Image That was…new. He was used to being turned away by the servants, but not in quite such a manner. Miss Stewart, you grow more interesting the more I learn about you… A bemused grin danced across his face as he walked down the path to the Servant’s entrance. The path was well worn and the door was obvious, so it was no trouble for him, but it had him interested all the same.

He opened the door, noting that the stairs were well-kept, especially for the servant’s entrance. The Servants had said nothing about knocking, so perhaps there was somewhere else that he should knock, or a bell to ring. It wasn’t until he was already in the basement, glancing at a partly-open door that he realized that no servant’s quarters would have a door to be received at.

Nothing to be done for it now… He muttered under his breath and stepped into the room, swinging the door open with great flourish. Good day to you Miss Stewart! Pleased to see you again, your staff were most helpful. I do hope I haven’t disturbed your work. Regardless, I have brought some honey-buns for us to partake of while we discuss our ventures further. He side-stepped the large, burly golem near him, his eyes dashing up and down the creature in awe. So it’s more than clockwork pets is it? Fascinating.
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Hephaestus stopped in front of the new arrival, taking up a protective stance. Katherine had looked up, startled, at the intrusion, and moved the goggles to the top of her head. Recognizing the visitor, she stepped forward and put a gloved hand on the large brass back. "Don't worry, Hephaestus, this is a guest. Go clean yourself off." When the golem didn't move, she gave him a gentle pat and moved around him.

"Mister... Fitzroy, was it?" Offering her hand to shake, still in a glove, she looked down and realized that he probably didn't want ash all over him, so she snatched her hand back just as quickly and pulled off the glove to offer it again. "My apologies for the mess," she said awkwardly, "I was in the middle of an experiment before you came in."

She paused, and Pan took that opportunity to leap and climb from her pocket up to her shoulder, considering the visitor inquisitively. He made a small rumbling noise, one that Katherine recognized as his curious but cautious warning, and stared intently at the box in Fitzroy's hands. Just because he couldn't eat didn't mean he didn't occasionally like to inspect her food. Katherine put that down to a glitch in the mechanics, because much of what Pan did made little sense.

"What, exactly, can I do for you, Mr. Fitzroy?" she asked, motioning to a small table covered in papers. Flushing, she quickly piled everything up and put it on another table, pulling up another chair so that he could sit. She didn't allow Compton down here, there was too much that could be irreparably harmed through ignorance, and she cleaned the non-essential spaces sparingly enough as it was. Clients were rarely bothered by it, putting it rightfully down to the effects of a mind enraptured by mechanics rather than the day-to-day necessities, and she rarely dealt with any of the peerage snooty enough to care.

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Image Indeed, but you may call me Felix, I am not anybody who needs to be addressed formally, nor need you worry about standing on occasion for me. He set the box down on the table, opening it and helping himself to one of the buns. He took a bite and leaned against the table, chewing slowly as he pondered his next words.

You can create all sorts of things, yes? He held a piece of his bun out to the small creature that rested on her shoulder. And I have need of something you can make. It won’t be any trouble for you of course, it is well within your…abilities. He put purposeful emphasis on the last word, then set to eating his bun again. The words always left a taste in his mouth, like licking an iron pole. It was never an indication of whether it had worked or not. I too have, abilities. And if we combine our abilities, we can create some fascinating things. He smiled at her, waiting for his words to sink in with her. It wasn’t hard to see the marks of Iron Touch on her works. That was probably why she tried to remain in the shadows. Most would let her be a recluse, but he had always had an affinity for people in the shadows. Perhaps a camaraderie he felt.

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Katherine looked confused. "I'm an Alchemist, if that's what you mean, and I should be able to make what you desire. Assuming, of course," she babbled on, "you don't want immortality, I can't help you there." Cautiously she took a honeybun and nibbled on it. How long had it been since she'd last eaten? Usually there was a tray left at the door for mealtimes, but she usually missed the knock and ended up drinking cold tea and stale biscuits. or whatever was on offer that day.

She examined Mr. Fitzroy up and down, wondering what they could have in common, and unable to think of him as informally as he wished. He wasn't an Alchemist, that she knew of, but looks were deceiving and she'd collaborated on projects before. She didn't like it, but occasionally it was necessary.

"So what is it you'd like to create?" she asked, omitting an address altogether so she didn't have to offend him or her own sensibilities. "I don't create my golems for others, they are my proprietary fr--creations." Pan sniffed at the honeybun and then settled back on her shoulder. Hephaestus hadn't moved, but she didn't like to force him. He would get clean eventually, probably after Mr. Fitzroy left. He had trust issues, poor thing.

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Image Come now Miss Stewart. Felix chuckled and shook his head. You musn’t be so humble. I may be a simple writer, but even I know enough about automatons to know they’re nothing like what you have here. He gestured again to Pan, popping the remains of his bun into his mouth and chewing while the thought carefully on his next words. An old trick of his, but one Katherine wouldn’t be tired of yet.
Other Alchemists, they’re almost wholly charlatans. Promising immortality, thick hair, healthy children, whatever you can imagine, and then disappearing once the questions arise. He shrugged. Other automatons, they’re clunky contraptions of steam and gears. They move slowly, they don’t adapt, they barely respond. They certainly don’t react like yours. The fluidity in Pan’s motions alone would bring other engineers to tears. They’d gibber with envy if they saw him hiss. Perhaps she didn’t know, perhaps she was being legitimately humble, perhaps she was cleverly trying to deceive him. Either way, now that he had her more penned in, it was time to draw her out with a bit of honesty of his own.
Though, if I’m being frank, I should admit that I’m not a simple writer myself. He paused to let that sink in, was she going to pick up on his hints? She was an academic, but spending this much time alone in a workshop could give people some trouble. Miss Stewart, have you ever heard of people being…Iron Touched?

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ImageKatherine cocked her head to the side, confused. "I've heard of the Iron Touched, yes, there are whispers here and there and eventually even I catch on to rumors. But... I'm an Alchemist. Of course there are charlatans, every profession has those and I admit mine has more than most, but I don't think...I mean, I've trained for years to do what I do. I believe it would be the height of arrogance to claim I'm somehow uniquely more qualified to practice my craft simply because of an unsubstantiated rumor." Absentmindedly she petted Pan, who attempted to comfort her by rattling up a grinding purr.

"But regardless," she said, shaking her head free of cobwebs and useless ponderings, "I can and will help you in creating the item you require. And if you are Iron Touched, then surely your skill will lend something valuable to the process, I am ever eager to learn new methods and create new things." Whether or not this Iron Touched rumor was fact or fiction, it would be intriguing to utilize someone else's skill in addition to her own to craft something new. It would be a nice change from the problem of the owl's flight, that was for sure, and as he wasn't a rival Alchemist she had nothing to worry about on that score.

"What, precisely, do you want me to create for you and in what form do you offer assistance?" Katherine took a thick pad from one of her many apron pockets and a small pencil nub. Notes were essential, and her handwriting was good out of necessity but her abbreviations cryptic, out of habit and caution.