Post by Nicholas D. Wolfwood on Apr 12, 2010 1:34:53 GMT -5
NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Cocorosie
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: A few.
How you found the site: Browsing.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Nicholas Dokonokuminomonjawaresumakinishiteshizumetarokakora Wolfwood. But Nicholas D. Wolfwood for short.
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Typical tan.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 170 lbs.
Wealth: Average, though often depletes due to his cigarettes.
Sexual Orientation:Unsure, let's go with Asexual.
Why they are in La Campana: A job as a security guard.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Cigarettes
- Sleeping
- Alcohol
- Fighting
- Sex (drunken or no)
- Guns
- Taking out his frustrations
- Quiet environments
Dislikes:
- Mornings
- Children
- Brats
- Withdrawal
- Lack of money
- Lack of sleep
- Losing a fight
- Being hit on
Turn Ons:
- No attachments
- Some sort of drugs involved
- Experience
- Curves
Turn Offs:
- Whining
- Crying
- Cuddling
- Romance
- "Making Love"
Nervous Habits:
- Rolling of the eyes
- Glaring
Fears:
- His father
- Kimberlydawn's death
Goals/Aspirations:
- Never get married
- Kill his father
- Keep his mother safe
Appearance:
Wolfwood's not an ordinary looking man, but he is rather handsome. Tall and lean, he's very fit despite his cigarettes. His hair is shaggy and inky black, often falling into his eyes. His eyes are a deep brown, rarely showing much emotion as he usually has a scowl in place.
Despite his good looks, his nose is a little on the large side. It's not horrendous nor is it exactly ugly, though it's noticeably bigger than the ordinary schnoz.
Though the man normally likes to be comfortable, he actually does enjoy looking attractive. As such, he typically wears a suit. It's not the ordinary kind of course, what with its black slacks and unbuttoned shirt, but it looks somewhat tidy nonetheless.
Personality:
Nicholas isn't someone to mess with. He's mean, cold, and knows it. He doesn't like children, animals, or really women for that matter. He rarely gets along with anyone he meets, and has an annoying habit of insulting anyone. He says it like he sees it, and will tell the truth, even if he ends up hurting someone.
Despite this, he is a caring guy, but one's lucky if they see it. He can empathize with someone if necessary, and is capable of being gentle and kind, but his lifestyle has taught him to be rude, tough, and above all untouchable to anyone. He's a loner, and prefers to keep it that way.
Wolfwood doesn't enjoy keeping quiet, so he'll usually put in his two cents, even if he's not asked. If he's angry, he will yell, and if he's annoyed, he will smack a bitch. But if he's happy, he'll refrain from showing it in public, preferring to express his laughter in comfortable company. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Unknown.
Mother: Kimberlydawn Mahershalalhashbaz Wolfwood.
Sibling/s: None
Other important relatives: None
Pets: A golden retriever, Taz.
History:
Wolfwood is a rape child, plain and simple. He never knew his father, and doesn't intend to. As far as he's concerned, the man's already dead and if he isn't, he'd better hope to be. Nicholas swears to kill the man if he ever meets him, despite his mother's protests. The guy's a no good piece of crap in his opinion, and sometimes just hopes for the chance to murder the bastard.
Nicholas and Kimberlydawn lived a life of poverty for the most part. Poor, but content was their usual state. Nicholas loved and still does love her very much, often taking care of her in her old age and ensuring her health as much as possible. He took up frequent jobs once he hit adolescence to help take care of her, as she was less than able to fend for herself. When Wolfwood was just 16, she acquired early on-set cataracts, rendering her eyesight poorer and poorer until she couldn't go anywhere without assistance. Nicholas fretted for her safety constantly, always up at the crack of dawn with breakfast prepared and up late in case Kimberly hurt herself. He always cleaned the house, made sure Taz was fed and happy, and took over all responsibility for her.
As he grew older, Wolfwood had saved enough money to move him and his mother to a small village out of America, somewhere quiet where his mother could live with little hassle and feel safe and happy. He decided on a small suburb off Barcelona, and helped her move into a small flat. Naturally, he also stayed there for some time, and still does, though is forced to stay at the school overnights at some points.
Fortunately, Taz, his dog, is quite good at helping Kimberlydawn when necessary. He even goes so far as to guide her out of bed and to the bathroom and kitchen, among other things. He sleeps with her, and keeps her company when Wolfwood can't, for which he's very greatful.
For the most part, Nicholas just wants to stay at home with his mother all the time, though keeps a steady income at La Campana as a security guard. All his earnings go to his mother (and perhaps a bit to his cigarettes)
Roleplaying Sample: A long exhale, accompanied by a slim string of smoke. The crack of a neck and a satisfied grunt, followed by the rustling of sheets.
Wolfwood's eyes closed slowly, head tilting back against the headboard lazily. They opened again however, as a gentle caress was administered to his bare chest. Glancing down in annoyance, he scowled at the woman's affectionate, albeit smug smile.
Yeah, that wasn't gonna happen.
Using his free hand, Wolfwood pushed her none too gently away, though not hard enough to be considered violent. With an irritated glare, he inhaled once again from his cigarette.
An affronted huff sounded from somewhere to his side. "Excuse me! I was only trying to be nice!"
Nicholas rolled his eyes, though remained silent still.
"Are you listening to me?" barked the woman, "Hey!" she waved a hand in front of his face, causing the man to look at her again, his scowl deepening. With another smug look, she once again tried cuddling into his side.
With a loud sigh, Wolfwood stamped out his cigarette and grabbed her arm roughly, her clothes with the other, and dragged her to the motel door before throwing her out of it.
"You're a whore," he said plainly, "I pay you for sex, not for company." With that, he shut the door (though not before noting her outraged face) and made his way back to his bed. A loud bang sounded from the hallway, rattling the door. Some incoherent bitching, and then stomping feet.. Wolfwood really didn't care as he let himself fall asleep.
