Nickel_Enshaeden

Nickel walked about aimlessly.  As he strolled across the street he notices a man wearing conspicuous looking face mask.

Odd, kinda reminds me of a bandit. 

The path that Nickel took appeared to later intersect with the one the man took.  As such, he continued on and began to think of a way to introduce himself to this stranger.

"So.  Are you trying to look like a bandit, or is there a better reason you're wearing that mask?"  

Welp, maybe he'll be in a charitable mood.

"I suppose it would be most accurate to call me a linguist.  That's what I spent my college career studying at least."  Nickel paused for a moment, "I hesitate to compliment myself too often, but I can say with honesty that I tend towards being patient above pretty much all else."

Though, if I am being truthful, I likely make more mistakes than most.

"Originally I intended to join the Navy, but with the world falling to heck and all... well... Let's just say that it's unlikely I'll be mentally fit for service once we're out."  He shrugs at though to dismiss what is clearly a touching topic for him.  "So, where are we headed friend?"

Time to change the topic...

"My story?  Ha, alright.  Today I was just trying to find a good place to sip water peacefully.  Yesterday was much the same.  The day before," Nickel opens the door and chuckles softely, "I was spending the day trying and failing to find people to work with."

It seems my luck has changed.

The cool crispness of the night air kissed gently across Nickel's exposed skin.  He gazed upward at the sky.  Stars twinkled gently above, and Nickel spent no more than a second glancing at the colossal tower taking up much the view.

"Tell me, what kind of person are you?"

Nickel nods his affirmative and begins to stand, taking a step away from the bar stool.  The crowd's ever present crescendo seems to grow in intensity as he gazes toward it.  For the slightest of moments he sees the crowd not a group of individuals, but as a colossal writhing mass, uncaring, undaunted, and emitting an ever wavering cascade of noises.  As quickly as the mass appears, it dissipates into many dozens of chatting denizens.

"So, why was it you chose me with which to speak?"  Nickel turns around and faces his new acquaintance.  "I must admit that it's somewhat of an oddity to spontaneously speak to strangers."

Though if any place were meant for it, this bar would be one.  Time to make a friend.

Nickel turns, and with confidence summoned seemingly from the void, walks briskly and casually through the crowd.  A smile almost touches his face.

As the stranger takes a seat, Nickel smiles at him.  

A kind soul.  Wunderbar.

"You could call me Nickel, or Nick if you're tired.  And bartender," Nickel calls out, gesturing for the man's attention, "there is no need for my drink to be anything but water for today."

He looks over to the stranger, and taps his finger lightly on the counter.

"You'll understand if I don't drink?  I prefer not to."  

Sound reverberates around the tavern, flooding the woodwork and assaulting the patron's ears.  Nickel, dressed in a simple cloak, stares deep into a point of space in the distance, ignoring the bar directly in front of him.  He blinks and looks around coolly.  Slowly he draws back into himself, yet begins to observe the other patrons around him. 

If only it were quieter.  I should have gone to another tavern.  

Nickel sighs inwardly, turns around, and steps away from his stool.  A downcast look wavers over his face as he attempts to make his way through the crowd and toward the far flung door.

-Nickel watches Abandon walk off, "I have every intention of being here tomorrow, and I think I will be a shop keep.  Being a merchant doesn't sound too bad."-

-Nickel walks over to Antofer, "Hopefully we find something soon.  I would love to leave this stinking field."-

-Nickel takes a moment to look thoughtfully at his bread.  "I've played plenty of games, but I suppose this is definitely the most scarily immersive and deadly." He takes a bite from the bread in his hand, followed by a swig of water.-

-"Life has been interesting here.. a lot more people have died than I expected.  It's horrible really." Nickel looks down to his hands and sighs, "Honestly, why would someone try this?  To what purpose..."-

-Nickel immediately goes back to looking into the tall grass, "I wonder how many more of them are out there... we ought to hustle."-

-Nickel glances fiercely about, attempting to locate any signs of motion.  He cannot tell over the swaying of the grass in the wind.-

-Antofer spots a rustling in the grass, but is unable to tell what it is.- 

-Nickel gazes across the grasslands, attempting to spot the telltale signs of cotton, "Hopefully we can find this cotton and leave quickly."-

-Nickel points out to the surrounding long grass, "Not many of those trees you speak of around here man."-

-As much as I search, cotton is no where in sight.-

-The team treads out into the field, glancing around nervously and surveying for cotton.  While searching meticulously, two wild boars, tusked and angry, burst from the long grass.-

-With a hand gesture I respond, "He's right, we ought to move up.  Maybe we can build our strength properly this way, be safer if we get caught in the wilds."-

Profile
Username: Nickel_Enshaeden
Real name: Mikhail L. Bell-Oetting
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 7''

About: History/personality

Nickel is a fairly friendly person, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin but smiley face, and a realistic tilted toward positive outlook on others and life.  He often wears a black scarf with a blue/black jacket, and blue undershirt.  He prefers jeans for versatility reasons.

Nickel is a student in his last semester of high school, with aspirations to join the Navy.  He is studying to become a linguist.  With a talent for language, he is learning a number at once, including Spanish, German, and Russian.  Beyond his affinity for language, he has a minor obsession with various game and book series. He aspires to be as well-read a person as he can be, and enjoys learning at his school, despite often being tired from lack of sleep.  He is close to his family, with an incredibly calm and patient father, and an understanding and intelligent mother.  

Virtues:

Patience.  He learned incredible patience from his father.  Nickel has withstood even the most thickheaded of relatives.  This often leads to people believing he is incapable of anger.  Despite this, Nickel does have a limit, though it is difficult to reach.

Intelligence.  Nickel has always been exceptional at spotting patterns, something that helps him immensely with his linguistics.  In addition to this, he regularly speaks fluidly and is quick to wit.  As a result of having intelligent parents, focused on talent as opposed to work, he has horrendously underdeveloped study skills, which is balanced by his wit and talent.  This generally causes people to have the classical reactions of either being supportive of his actions or berate him for his perceived differences.

Nurturing.  He genuinely cares for others and wants to help them.  This can push into the point of willfully hurting others for those he cares about.  Despite his willfulness in that regard, he forms bonds with others quickly and cares passionately for his friends.  This can lead to conflicts of interest at times, but often only serves to help others. 

Flaws:
Passively Self-Loathing.  Frequently self-critical, questioning, second guessing, and hating, Nickel loathes himself.  The only counter-balance to this is that it is done passively.  He avoids harm and such as any other would, but is willing to hurt himself for the sake of others.  He cannot easily commit without questioning himself, and will desperately self-evaluate when any insult comes.  Luckily this mostly stays silent, and is not abundantly apparent to others. 

Harshly Truthful.  Nickel will frequently tell the hard truth as opposed to a soft lie.  He feels that the truth is worth a thousand alternate answers, and cannot abide lying.  This can lead to him hurting others emotionally as a result, or ruining chances for certain gains.  Despite this, he feels it is more useful to tell the truth, and will not shift easily from his way.

Easy Susceptibility to "Lingering Horror" Effect.  Nickel cannot, for the life of him, watch, read, or play horror related content.  This is because after doing so he will begin to experience a heightened sense of awareness leading to imagined horrors around every bend.  This has lead to a number of sleepless nights for him, and made him the butt of some jokes.  Despite this, he is aware of this issue, and makes a conscious effort to avoid sources of inspiration for his horror inoculated imagination.  

Profession: (Leave blank until the Earning a Living quest has been completed.)

Skills
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Combat:
» Battle Healing - 5 Skill Points

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Inventory
Weapons/Tools:
»10 Bread, 15 Water, Clothe Clothing, Spear.


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