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NICK MCKENZIE | original character | HOMELESS |
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Here lies continuations of other threads started elsewhere, 'what-if' scenarios, PSL things, just about anything you want to do. One of these days I might throw up some starters, but if you want to do something with Nicky-boy here and either can't find it elsewhere or just want to start it here? HAVE AT IT. I'm down. You don't even need to give me a heads up first. You want to play? Throw a thing here, or PM me first to work out the details. I'm really easy, I promise, and I don't bite.
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NAME: Nick McKenzie
AGE: 32
SPECIES: formerly human, currently forest spirit/minotaur
OCCUPATION: mechanic/vassal of Nathalia of Central Park (yes, it sounds silly, everybody knows)
IC CHARACTERISTICS:
•PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Average height, athletic build, with dark brown hair cut reasonably short and a scruffy beard, blue eyes. Typically dresses for comfort, so lots of jeans, work boots, t-shirts, and flannel.
•ABILITIES: Eh. More durable than a human, although he's not invulnerable or invincible, he can just take a HUGE licking and keep on ticking. He also heals faster than a human, but only if he's in or near dirt/woods. ...he can also turn into a minotaur when he gets angry or it's Required Of Him but he hates it. Mostly because he's still getting used to it. He'll eventually get some mild healing abilities too, but he's nowhere near there yet.
•MEDICAL INFORMATION: Eh he'll pretty much come up as human 97% of the time, and most things that work for humans work for him, he just might need more of them.
•OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Don't make fun of his situation, I guess? I mean. Please do, he just won't appreciate it at all.
PERSONALITY: Broad strokes: Always has a smart remark handy, rarely takes things seriously unless he's strong-armed into it. Gregarious to a fault, mouth runs almost constantly. Moves through the world with an easy confidence that's mostly a front, acts like he's comfortable in his own skin way more than he actually is. Likes to posture when he feels threatened but absolutely won't follow through unless his back's to the wall. Loyal to the end to people he considers his friends. Looks before he leaps CONSTANTLY, which tends to get him into trouble, but he's just an impulsive kind of guy and he'd much rather DO something than agonize over all the angles forever. "Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission", he'd rather roll with the punches, etc.
HISTORY: Nick was just your average guy. Making his way through life in his own way, which, okay, was filled with more than its share of potholes, but at least he was figuring it out himself. It was going great; steady job, decent apartment he could actually afford, food on the table on the regular, a healthy social life, just about the whole damn package.
At least, until he met Natalie.
Natalie was great, just about everything he could have ever wanted in a girl. Or at least everything he could have wanted in a girl at a halfway decent bar with more alcohol in him than was probably advised for decision-making. The night ended great, as far as he was concerned, but when he woke up the next morning a hangover wasn't his only greeting. No, because Natalie turned out to be Nathalia, a queen of the forest realm, if you will (or at least of Central Park and the other parks spread out across the city), and what Nick had thought was raucous fun was actually a fealty ceremony, and guess what, after months of searching he was her new vassal! Since the last one had been lost under circumstances she was reluctant to disclose entirely.
This change came with a few perks, at least; a little more energy, a little more strength, and a few other things she was quick to gloss over, namely the ability to turn into a minotaur under more circumstances than he was entirely comfortable with. She's been trying to show him the ropes, but he'd be lying if he said he was jumping for joy about it; he's never been an outdoors-y type and the idea that he's now irrevocably intertwined with it? Not his favorite.
But hey, at least his best friend Lexi is supportive of the whole thing? More or less. Even if she teases him mercilessly about it.
AGE: 32
SPECIES: formerly human, currently forest spirit/minotaur
OCCUPATION: mechanic/vassal of Nathalia of Central Park (yes, it sounds silly, everybody knows)
IC CHARACTERISTICS:
•PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Average height, athletic build, with dark brown hair cut reasonably short and a scruffy beard, blue eyes. Typically dresses for comfort, so lots of jeans, work boots, t-shirts, and flannel.
•ABILITIES: Eh. More durable than a human, although he's not invulnerable or invincible, he can just take a HUGE licking and keep on ticking. He also heals faster than a human, but only if he's in or near dirt/woods. ...he can also turn into a minotaur when he gets angry or it's Required Of Him but he hates it. Mostly because he's still getting used to it. He'll eventually get some mild healing abilities too, but he's nowhere near there yet.
•MEDICAL INFORMATION: Eh he'll pretty much come up as human 97% of the time, and most things that work for humans work for him, he just might need more of them.
•OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Don't make fun of his situation, I guess? I mean. Please do, he just won't appreciate it at all.
PERSONALITY: Broad strokes: Always has a smart remark handy, rarely takes things seriously unless he's strong-armed into it. Gregarious to a fault, mouth runs almost constantly. Moves through the world with an easy confidence that's mostly a front, acts like he's comfortable in his own skin way more than he actually is. Likes to posture when he feels threatened but absolutely won't follow through unless his back's to the wall. Loyal to the end to people he considers his friends. Looks before he leaps CONSTANTLY, which tends to get him into trouble, but he's just an impulsive kind of guy and he'd much rather DO something than agonize over all the angles forever. "Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission", he'd rather roll with the punches, etc.
HISTORY: Nick was just your average guy. Making his way through life in his own way, which, okay, was filled with more than its share of potholes, but at least he was figuring it out himself. It was going great; steady job, decent apartment he could actually afford, food on the table on the regular, a healthy social life, just about the whole damn package.
At least, until he met Natalie.
Natalie was great, just about everything he could have ever wanted in a girl. Or at least everything he could have wanted in a girl at a halfway decent bar with more alcohol in him than was probably advised for decision-making. The night ended great, as far as he was concerned, but when he woke up the next morning a hangover wasn't his only greeting. No, because Natalie turned out to be Nathalia, a queen of the forest realm, if you will (or at least of Central Park and the other parks spread out across the city), and what Nick had thought was raucous fun was actually a fealty ceremony, and guess what, after months of searching he was her new vassal! Since the last one had been lost under circumstances she was reluctant to disclose entirely.
This change came with a few perks, at least; a little more energy, a little more strength, and a few other things she was quick to gloss over, namely the ability to turn into a minotaur under more circumstances than he was entirely comfortable with. She's been trying to show him the ropes, but he'd be lying if he said he was jumping for joy about it; he's never been an outdoors-y type and the idea that he's now irrevocably intertwined with it? Not his favorite.
But hey, at least his best friend Lexi is supportive of the whole thing? More or less. Even if she teases him mercilessly about it.