[Segie]

Username; Segie
Kia Name; Nico
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story;

Reserving. uwu

[extraterrestrial]

n i c o.
the broken boy.

username:: consulting castiel.
kia name:: nico.

by me


personality through a story::
"They talk to me" he says quietly, looking down at his hands. His leg was shaking restlessly, he looked up at the therapist "Some of them are nice, some of them tell me bad things but the nice ones tell to not to listen to them". His voice was shaky, his blue eyes wide and restless. "Have you been taking the new pills?" His therapist's voice was tense, her eyes judging. The male gritted his teeth, "Yes" He lied, he had gotten good at this. there was a pause, the therapist stayed quiet. "I dont want to get rid of them" Nico blurted out abruptly, "I mean-" He paused, "they keep me company". He could feel her judging eyes digging into his skin and he looks back down at his hands. Nico had started feeling uncomfortable under her gaze and reached into his coat pocket for something he had wanted to show her. Out of his pocket he pulls a small animal skull, it was surprisingly clean. He smiled down at it lovingly, but when he looked up at his therapist she looked disgusted. "I think that's all the time we have for today" She says, standing up surprisingly quickly and started ushering him out of the door. A frown was spread across his face, his put the skull back in his pocket and grumpily walked out the door.

Nico wandered the streets for what seemed like hours, in reality it had only been half an hour give or take. His soft hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket, his thumb delicately stroking the weird skull. He knew he was lost, but kept walking anyways. After awhile he finally got bored and slumped against a wall, sliding down slowly to the ground. His knees pulled near him, he rested his head on the hard wall. Grasping around the skull in his pocket, he gently pulled it out and began to examine it again for the thousandth time. The memories from the past week flooded his brain, his eyes closed and his fingers clamped around the skull.

Trees as far as the eye, they were all thin but very tall. Only a light covering of leaves made up the treetops of the bone like forest. The boy had been walking for hours, he knew these trees like the back of his hand. Something was different. The air was still and quiet, not like it had been just an hour previous. All he could hear was the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs as he walks on. After but a few minutes, the young man had stumbled across a clearing. Trees were missing in almost a perfect circle, but he didn't pay any mind to the odd trees. He stared at the one in the center of the clearing, the lone tree with a small piece of twine wrapped around it's thin trunk. Dangling from the string was a small animals skull, it had a beak so he was guessing it to be a bird, but he was no expert. He walked over to it slowly, leaves crunching under his feet. Reaching out to it, he untied the twine from the skull, an odd smile spread across his face.

His eyes flickered open, he was back on the street. Miles and miles away from the forest were he had found the odd artifact. It was mid afternoon and the sun was hidden behind some greyish clouds. The boy stood up, his knees were weak but he started to retrace his steps. Slowly he worked his way through the city, past the therapist's and towards the forest. He was soon on the broken down porch of a cabin, his little 'home'. It was far from cozy and had a creepy feel to it. A few crows sat on the roof, they were picking at some small animal that was already unrecognizable from their feasting. He smiled up at them, "Glad your enjoying your meal" He mumbled to himself before pushing open the cabin door.

There was a loud creak as the old door opened, a spider scuttled off to who knows where. Light streamed in through the dusty window, cobwebs decorating the edges. He flicked a small switch by the door and a light on the ceiling illuminated the rest of the room. Moving over towards the kitchen area he started making himself a small meal. Just for him, the rest of his family didn't seem to eat much anymore. He wasn't sure why. After quickly eating the sandwich, he sat down at the table with his family. His mother, father, and younger sister all sat silently at the table. Their eyes were glassy as they stared down at the table, their skin pale and cold.

He set out a little solitaire hand for himself, and quietly went about playing. Nico liked the silence. After awhile he had no more moves to take, angrily he swiped his game off the table. The cards fluttered up into the air, a joker landing face up on the table. Staring at it for awhile, the voices started to come back into his head. His eyes flickered over his family, "They are dead" A voice whispered in his ear, "You killed them". "Your lying" He hissed, curling his legs up onto the chair he was sitting on. "Look at them" It kept saying, the voice wouldn't leave him along. It was giving him a headache, so he submitted. Nico looked over his family again, just like the voice said.

He still didn't see. He didn't see their glassy eyes or their unnaturally pale skin. He didn't smell the scent of death that hung in the air. He didn't see the blood that drenched their clothes or the floor. He saw his family, alive and laughing. He didn't see that they were dead and he had been their end.

[ShammySlyvmin]

Username; ShammySlyvmin
Kia Name; Nico (feel free to change)
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story; wip

[starbitee]

YOOOOOOOOOOO NICO

Username;
Kia Name; Nico (feel free to change)
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story;

[Sculi the Ax]

Username; Sculi the Ax
Kia Name; Nico (feel free to change)
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story;

ouo <333333333333333

[glassesprotag]

Reserving oh my gosh I love pjo ;u; <33

[CeruleanRush]

Username;
Kia Name; Nico (feel free to change)
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story;

whoops gonna try ;o;

dropping out! won a different kia ;u;

[Little Fish]

[malefactor]

Username; malefactor
Kia Name; carlyle
Tell me his personality through a STORY;

Carlyle walked through the streets of Venice hoping to find any movement of suspicious activity on these busy streets. He moved swiftly and quietly through the crowds. He made his way through the hundreds of people on, what was the busiest part of the week, market day. Through the heavy crowds, Icarus spotted a gypsy boy with his goat stealing out of the pockets of the wide-eyed people, mesmerized by the puppet show that people were putting on. "Hey! Hey kid!" He yelled. He was immediately the target of everybody's eyes. The kid urged his goat to hurry. Him and the goat sprinted down the cobblestone street, not caring if they caused mayhem. Carlyle headed off after them. He swerved through the crowds, his steps quickened with every heartbeat. The boy was now closer to him. Carlyle could almost grab him, but he needed not to. The boy tripped and fell; his stolen treasures scattered on the street. He seized the boy by the arm. "You," he panted, "Are coming with me." He made him pick up the treasures and return them to their owners, then they walked back to the prison. "You have stolen. You will get five years of hard labour as a punishment," he sternly said. "And I will be your enforcer to make sure you don't do it again." The boy started crying. He wiped his tears on his dirty sleeve. "But mama said we were going to the country to raise my goat, Geomior," he sobbed. Icarus shook his head. "The law is the law. You are a criminal, and you need to be punished." He walked out without feeling remorse for the boy or his goat. He thought about his own past. He was born in a jail to his gypsy mother. He rolled his eyes, and walked into his office; if you could call it that. It was just a small room, full of keys and food. He grabbed an apple and chewed on it. He had caught three thieves today. One went to trial and lost. One was thieving the jewels and another stole some bread. All were criminals and were going to hell. He felt no remorse for them, and the law was the law. It was like his bible. He did nothing without following it's rules. Criminals are nothing more than savage beasts who should pay; no matter what age. He walked out of the room and went by the local park. It was not really a park, just a small area of greenery where the rest of the town was grey. He felt heavy hands on his shoulders and he pivoted around to face the figure. He was greeted with a punch in the face. He awakened later heavily roped to a chair. He pulled at the ropes but they were not coming loose. He heard foot steps coming his way. He stopped fighting and looked at the doorway. The lighting consisted a single, dim light in the middle of the room. The figure stood at the doorway. He had something white in his hands, but he couldn't make it out. Icarus wiggled in his chair, trying to break the bonds that bound him. the dark, shadowed figure came closer to him. "Child, there is no breaking free of those ropes," the figure chuckled. the voice sounded familiar to carlyle, but he couldn't place his finger on it. he pulled at the ropes, but the shadowed figure was right; there was no getting out of these ropes. the figure came out of the doorway, and for the first time, carlyle saw the bird skull his his hands. carlyle felt his eyes widen as he remembered who the man was. "Y-you. I remember you," he said hatefully. this man was the first person who he had sent to jail. he stole a bird, who carlyle assumed that the skull belonged to the bird as well. "W-What do you want?" carlyle spat. the man, known as Sven, stepped forward. he had changed from the last time carlyle had seen him. he was taller and very muscular. Sven had also gotten new scars across his face. "I want your heart, but I can't have that. I want you to leave this town. you didn't spare me, but I am sparing you," he said. carlyle was astonished. he couldn't believe that the man who in fact captured him, was letting him go. the man in the back cut his ropes. carlyle stood hesitantly

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u s e r n a m e ; ;
Animal Storm
n a m e ; ;
Nico

s t o r y ; ;
Nico's paws scraped on the newly formed grass, and the beat of his music was keeping him calm. He was now heading hope from school, maybe today, no one would attack him! He tried his best to not think about that. Instead, he got scared and started to run home. He heard paws behind him, coming closer and getting louder it seemed. Nico started to cry, why are they going after me?? he wailed in his mind.
He started to run faster, which seemed to hold them back a bit farther. He ran down the hill, the punks following, he was almost to his house. He smiled, but he kept crying. Even though he was so close to freedom, he remembers in cartoon shows, that it isn't what it seems. So it wasn't promised. Nico decided to take the ally way short cut. Maybe he cloud loos them in the ally. Nico thought up of a plan, than turned and bolted down the ally way, with the others following. Nico was very glad he was a long distance runner, or else he would be a goner for sure!
He ran all the way down, until stopping at a house that ha a fence around it's backyard. With all his might, he jumped over it and landed softly, he heard the punks struggling to climb over. As they were struggling, Nico ran to the front of the house, and turned down the road. Run like the wind, run like the wind, he thought in his mind. He turned, and went in between two homes, running down the ally, jumping over cats and puddles. His sprint turned into a jog as he kept going.
He was proud of himself getting away for the first time. Since he was the loner in school, it was a big advantage. Not only will the punks be humiliated, but Nico will be popular for once! He missed having friends and talking to others. He missed being the only one with the smart plan. he missed most, having a mate. He decided to run again, he didn't want those punks to catch up again. He had enough of them.
As soon as he got home, he took pictures of his childhood life, and a picture of him and his old mate, and threw them in the garbage. Scraping is claws, trying to hold back tears and anger, he said, "That's not the life I live anymore."

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