#i know the term is overused. but. pathetic little meow meow for real.

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Name: Feliciano Vargas

Country: North Italy Alias: None. Pronouns: he/him Age: 20 Species: Mutant Group: Civillian Appearance (1-2 Paras): Shorter for a male, and rather lanky and lean, Feliciano is to most, quite handsome. Having never outgrown a lot of his more childish and almost ‘feminine features, Feliciano’s rather light skin is dotted with freckles and moles. Wide hazel eyes give him a perpetual look of innocence, and long lashes tend to make most girls jealous. He typically dresses in comfortable, though fashionable clothes. Auburn hair is slightly curled, with one noticeable curl to the left that has always been stubborn.

Face Claim (OCs must answer): N/A

Personality:  Feliciano is a bright young man, with the sort of hopeful cheer many find either wonderfully refreshing or nerve grating. Friendly and kind, he is a rather open book, with everything he feels clearly displayed on his features – mostly the look is happy. He is known to always look a bit harried, however, often scolded by others for daydreaming or shirking duties. Artistic and clever, Feli like to paint, draw, sculpt and otherwise write. He’s passionate about things he loves, and is innocent and a bit childish at times. Oblivious to most things, Feliciano seems to live in his own little world. Though not dumb, Feli has never been the sharpest, though his large heart and deep sense of emotions make him a loyal and valued friend.

Backstory (2-3 Paras): There was nothing exceptional about the first year of Feliciano’s life. He was born to two outspoken, human Italian-American parents, and grew up in New York City. He has no real memories of them, save for the pictures his grandfather keeps, before they died in anti-mutant riots (both of them were vocal supporters of the X-Men and the idea of mutants being important to society).

He was taken in by his grandfather, Romulus, in Manhattan and raised in love and kindness in the small apartment his grandfather owned. the two were close, and the man, open and warm, was known around the area as being everyone’s grandfather. Feliciano was 11 when his powers manifested. Always shorter and scrawnier and ‘more girly’ than the other boys at the school and in the neighborhood, many took to picking on him. When one of the boys stepped on his drawing papers, smearing them with water and mud, Feliciano’s powers showed up.

He reached out and touched the boy, and in that instant the boy began to cry and scream and claw at himself. It was so scary Feliciano ran back to his apartment and left the abused sketchbook. Feliciano locked himself in his room and hid for a week before he even let his grandfather inside. He focused on the events, trying to figure it out. It was only his grandfather’s admittance he was a mutant with similar powers that drew Feliciano from his room. However, word spread that Romulus’ grandson was a dangerous freak and the man and his young charge left Manhattan for Maryland, where Romulus’ late wife had been from.

Feliciano grew up, his powers manifesting mostly in positive ways. When he got stressed or sad, others he touched felt sad, too, so he resigned himself to always be happy. It was easy, happiness, until Romulus passed when he was 19. He reused the touches of consolation a the funeral and refused to do anything but lay in bed until he was sure he could control himself enough to not cause others to feel like he did. The blow was hard, and Feliciano is still reeling a bit, but he has begun to discover who he is, quietly observing the current affairs from afar.

One of the things left for him by his grandfather are a pair of soft, black gloves, made to make it easier to touch others without an accidental transfer of emotions.

Mutant Questions Ability: Empathy (Empathic Touch / Emotion Maniuplation / Empathic Projection)

The easiest way to picture Feliciano’s powers in Mantis from Guardians of the Galaxy 2, but with less control. He can sense other’s emotions by skin-to-skin touch and can send others his own emotions. these emotions can be strong or weak and run any range of human feeling. While pressing his emotions into someone else isn’t always a long-term, with enough power he can make them feel the emotion longer. It is highly draining to hold an emotion for a long time.

Drawbacks/Limits of the ability: Feliciano is incredibly sensitive to his own and other’s emotions, and shies away from skin-to-skin touch. He has never gotten great control over if he can choose not to feel what others do ( or make thme feel what he does) by touch, and he fears a repeat of his first instance where he forced his emotions so hard onto a boy who got so upset and angry he scratched himself raw. Does not apply to animals. He has n idea how to use his powers offensively / in a fight and gets weakened by overuse.

Lit Writing Sample:

Ther bus ride from the college to the apartment isn’t long, but the lady next to him, Agnes, makes it okay. The two happily chatter away as usual, Feliciano’s smile bright and kind at the older woman. A former hippie, the now aging woman works as a nurse over at the clinic near his apartment, and takes the same bus he does from school from her home to work. They’d always sat beside each other, and struck up an odd, sincere friendship. He sometimes stopped in with flowers from the nearby shop for her, always glad to see the woman smile. She reminded him of what his mother might have looked like from the pictures he has. He gets off and walks Agnes to the clinic, and then down a block to his own apartment, letting himself up the stairs behind the building.

Feliciano is lucky. The apartment is small – small and tiny and crammed, but it’s paid for and secure and his. He has dotted the walls with his own art, and is quite proud of having the small place to call his own. He drops the keys into the bowl along with his phone and wallet, peeling off the gloves and setting them down beside the bowl, glad when Vene came to greet him. The small cat was his best friend, and he easily scooped the heavy ball of fur into his arms, toeing ff his shoes as he happily chattered to the cat about his day. His phone rings and he sets the cat down to look at it, scooping it up from the bowl. His face falls. Aunt Gina.

He swallows, “Ciao, Auntie!” He answers, voice cheerful and happy, and perhaps if it was anyone but his oblivious aunt it might be noticed his cheer had become forced, “Ah, no, I just got back from the cemetery. No, I haven’t seen Nico. He doesn’t hang around here, anymore–Yes auntie, I know.” His tone is sheepish, and he looks at his feet, wiggling his toes with a small smile, “I promise auntie. Cia–” The phone line dies before he even finishes a goodbye. He runs a hand through his auburn hair.

“I think Jeopardy is on, Vene.” He told the cat, who let out a pathetic meow, “Right, food first.” He giggled, smile real and genuine once more.