[LoneAnubis]

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[The Lost soul]

Username

The Lost soul

Name
Nico
A story to tell

Fingering the card pack in his pocket he looked up from his phone. Nico was trying to contact his employer about taking leave for a small holiday, but it was getting late. His hair, messy from a stressful day out, moved with the nightly winds moving out to the ocean. Like the last breath of the sun, passing over the earth as it lays to rest beyond the horizon til it be resurrected the next day to shine on, it's burning heat bathing the earth in life-giving energy. The chilling cold wasn't bothering him much, and he preferred to walk down the streets in silence anyways. He stuffed the device in his pocket and looked around with a cold lifeless gaze. Narrowing his dark blue eyes, he focused his line of sight on a lump crumpled against the pavement of the road. He stopped in the light of the lamp post, a halo of radiance surrounding him as he skeptically glared at the pile. It didn't seem alive. He pivoted on his heel and made a turn towards the foreign object. His nose twitched and he smiled as he came up and basked in the glory of the dead crow. By the looks, it probably ate something it shouldn't have. Pity for it, but a smile spread across his face. He'd been missing something just like this, and the skull was intact!. His hand reached down and grasped the wing of the fallen bird and lifted it up, his other hand coming out to cradle the dead crow in his hands. Others had an issue with disease and filth, but he didn't really mind. Maybe it had something to do with his personality, or that his fascination trumped his caution. The obsidian black feathers, shining with a ray of purple, green and blue. So beautiful, but not what he was after. Turning to the sidewalk he continued on, holding the dead bird like one should, with reverence and care.

The door shut behind him and he walked along, his left hand held the bird, it's limp body was beautiful, like the face of a being delighting in the pleasure of sleep. He moved around the house and down the halls of the vacant home. The pale white walls held nothing to them. He wasn't much for house decor anyways. Everything he had artistic splurges with were in the workhouse. He used his elbow to open the back door, moving through it before kicking it shut with his heel after going through. The path to the shed seemed to be the longest journey ever, but he came upon the 13x17 foot shed comprised of old faded wood. Cobwebs held to it. The door opened to his touch and swung in, letting him in without so much as a squeak in resistance. The dim light of the moon showered in, covering the dark quarters with a pale white light. He turned to his left to a table cluttered with tool and in one swift move, used his forearm to move aside the clutter and make way for his lifeless friend. Resting the Corvus brachyrhynchos, on the wooden table, the lacquer finish having faded long ago. His hands slipped away from the feathers and he turned his head up to the faint outline of a bulb. A single yank on the chain and artificial, yellow light flooded the small shack, illuminating all the contents. Scalpels, pins, needles, syringes, surgical scissors and sponges, and an assortment of skulls lines the wall, mounted on a hook, nail, or a custom hanger. Shutting the door and blocking out the night, Nico turned to his work, walking over to a spit-shined sink, the reek of chemicals still wafting up from the drain. Turning on the water he doused his hands in the cleansing spout before he dished himself a dollop of hand-made soap. After a thorough rinse, he dried his hands on a fresh towel before walking over to the table and pulling out the old, rickety stool with 3 legs. Plopping down, Nico looked over his new guest. First came the scalpel....


The phone rang and he laid in his bed a minute, not asleep anymore, but not ready to wake up. Was it really morning already? He placed his hand on his face, groaning as he rolled onto his side and stared at the buzzing, vibrating piece of trash he called a phone. He grabbed the warm device and tapped the screen.
"Uh-hello?" He grunted.
'Nico! Hey, did you forget?'
It was his sister.
"Forget?"
'...Nico.... you promised you were going to come hang with the guys and me'
Wait....what? Today?!
"Oh, sh-"
'No...it's fine.'
"....You sure?"
'Look, we're having a great time, and by the time you drive out here, it'll be too late. Just...don't bother'
Nico fell silent for a bit, listening to her grim despondence.
"S-"
'Just shut up.'
He shut his mouth quick, nicking his tongue on the way.
'It's not just me who's disappointed, but everyone else. Most of the time, they don't even plan for you coming because of how inconsiderately forgetful you are. I gave you a calendar, I had alarms set in your phone, I reminded you daily!' Her tone was getting more irritated as he sat there, knowing exactly where this was going. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he let out a sigh and buried his face in his right hand.
'and don't say you're sorry, because I'm sick and tired of you never showing up. Don't you even care?!'
"I-"
'No, because all you do all day is fiddle around with your dead animals. You can remember them, what species they are, where you got them from, the day you got them, but when it comes to one simple thing. One outing... you forget. I am done, Nico. I'm done with your stupid fetish and your inconsistency. Don't call me.'
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Illustration

[AcrossTheBrokenStars]

Heck yeah!
I won't be trying for him, but I love Nico and the books.
His design is wonderful, and I see the resemblance.
Just wanted to say this is awesome ^^

[AngelBowties]

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

[slasher // twig]

Username;Twig
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;
resssss/wip

[Shaynn]

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;

[Satiine]

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;

[Pvnkky]

Username;
Mc Shizzle

Kia Name;
Nico but most tend to call him Ni or Nicky

Tell me his personality through a STORY;
"The story of my life... sorta"

(The rough looking Kiamara walks into the bar area you called him over to, sitting down casually and lighting his cigarette as he looks at you mockingly)

"I was just joking about the story of my life thing by the way... I'm actually going to tell you about the time i almost got arrested... You're going to have to make do with German speech though, im not changing the words up, when it happened, i was going through a faze of 'im German, so im going to be proud of that fact and speak of much of it as i can' So yeah... feel free to listen, if you want, not that it bothers me either way..."

(he pauses to take a long, hard drag of the cigarette he holds in his right paw, readjusting himself on the bar stool he is sitting on and raising his eyebrow at you in a questioning manner, almost as if he is checking that you're listening...)

"Well it basically happened 3 years ago, i was 18, just an adult and still sort of innocent, though, you'll find that pretty hard to believe looking at my track record... Me and a couple of so called friends were sitting in a bar, doing as we usually did on Saturday nights, drinking, gambling and just being reckless... Me and one of my closest friends Heffner left the group to go outside, and that, is the start of it all"

(he pauses, taking another drag of his cigarette and tapping the ash into an ashtray sitting on the bar in front of him, blowing the smoke into the air and returning his gaze back to you)

"Me and Heffner sat on the curb side, and it was pretty obvious to me he was drunk, not that i wasn't as well... I sat beside him and sighed, glancing around and pulling my leather coat closer to me. It was winter, and at night it got pretty cold, even for me, so a coat became a must... Anyways... back to what happened... We sat on the curb talking for an hour or so about pretty much everything that came to mind, when Heff decided to change the subject... I remember him going from happy to serious all of a sudden, looking at me with a blank look on his face and then smirking... That was the only time I've seen pure evil aside from myself... 'Nicky... i need your help... i need you to help me kill Ronny' Those words, he said them so quietly, they sent a shock wave like ice down my spine..."

(He shifts uncomfortably on the bar stool, taking the last few drags of his cigarette before beckoning the bar guy over and asking for a shot of whiskey, before looking at you again)

"Heff had lost it, our group being rather large and Ronny being the basic leader, i guess Heffner wanted him dead so he could be the boss of us all... I was sort of, for the first time in my life, scared... Seeing my best friend like this, was scaring me... I didn't know what to do, and in a split second of weakness nodded, instantly being handed a gun... I put it in my jacket pocket and looked at Heffner as he stood up, doing the same and brushing myself down... We headed into the bar again, Heffner first and then me, retaking our seats at the bar and returning to our past activities..."

(He pauses, reaching out and taking his whiskey, before downing it in one and looking back at you as he shifts on his seat, arms now resting on the bar)

"After about 10 more drinks and some gambling we all left, heading from the bar and down the road, me and Heff either side of Ronny like it usually was... Heff kept looking at me and nodding, which usually i'd laugh about, but i was intoxicated, and being so, lifted my gun and in one quick action, shot Ronny in the back of the head... It was then that panic broke out... people scattered, as did the rest of the gang, including Heffner, leaving me standing in the middle of the road, frozen in shock..."

(He sighs, sort of shamefully and shakes his head, eyes momentarily scanning the bar in a knowing way before he looks back at you...)

"Anyways... next thing i knew there was an armed police man grabbing my arm, and thats when i sprung into action. Swinging my arm into the guys stomach in a panic, trying to get him off me 'was zum Teufel glaubst du, du tust, Aus!' I yelled in anger, eyes blazing as i continued struggling 'Das war nicht ich! Ich bin unschuldig' I snarled. He eventually fell to the floor, quickly trying to scrabble to his feet, but by the time he was up i was long gone, having sprinted off into the alley and heading for an old warehouse i had secretly been calling home"

(He looks at you again with a somewhat sad smile, arms crossing casually over his chest as his shifts on his seat again)

"Thats about it really... they never found me and i never went near any of the guys again and they rightfully avoided me, they think im crazy, and truthfully i think their right, i mean, who else kills one of their own for no reason... Nur verrückte Leute wie mich"

(He sighs, looking at you as he get off his seat and looks around once more, zipping up his jacket and heading from the door without another word...)

Translations:Nur verrückte Leute wie mich - Only crazy people like me
Das war nicht ich! Ich bin unschuldig - That was not me, I am Innocent
was zum Teufel glaubst du, du tust,Aus! - What the hell do you think you're doing, Let go!

(i wrote this for another tryout. it suits him perfectly though0.0)

One piece of art to go with the story;
By CronusCircle on DA

[pep]

username; nitori
kia name; prince nico the third, goes by nico
Tell me his personality through a STORY; he goes to the supermarket for some supplies for smoothies and then takes a trip to the downtown bookstore, but a lot of things go wrong and he finds a cute boy his age to oogle at
One piece of art to go with the story;

notes;
-- apathetic
-- collects old books
-- enjoys making smoothies
-- avoids responsibilities
-- is a sucker for cute males
-- flaming homo ayy
-- that's not a bad thing he just likes guys
-- doesn't listen to his father
-- doesn't even act like a prince

[O b l i v i o n ☯]

Username; O b l i v i o n
Kia Name; Nico
Tell me his personality through a STORY; (Max 1,000 words)
One piece of art to go with the story;

- in a resteraunt
- a waitress spills coffee on him
- He gets super angry
- they start talking
- Nico tells her about his job as an crime scene investigator...