"Your eyes will be blacker than my heart
when I'm through with you"
Basics
Name: Nicolae 'Bigsby' DeMorgan
Nickname: Nicu, Nick for those who have an issue understanding how Romanian names work.
Age: 22
Nationality: Romanian
Role: Secret police : local dept police lawyer, legal services
soldier, observer, the black-hearted
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Physical
Hair: Dark brown, difficult to control. It's wavy, on the shorter side save for his bangs which are usually swept to one side well over his brow-line, and it takes forever to dry off once it gets wet due to its thickness. There are a good number of lighter auburn streaks in them which meld in well with the original color, and they're the result of highlights bleached over time by the sun. They're mostly centered in the front, though there are a couple in the back.
Eyes: Deep, almost black brown with lighter colors towards the pupil.
Phenotype: The first thing you will notice about Nick is that he is five foot ten inches. His confidence makes up for it, and he's got good stature, but his lack of height is definitely the most obvious trait of his. Despite the fact that Nicolae isn't particularly tall- and trust me, he hates that more than anything- he is extremely well built. This isn't to say he's a beefcake, quite the opposite, he's just an extremely well formed example of his body type; he's very thin, graceful, lanky- and above this, well muscled to a decent point. Most of his strength is in his abdomen and legs from years of track, walking his dog and long history of swing dancing. He's cannot afford jewelry and is similarly disinterested in it; no rings, watches, anything. However, there are five articles of decadence that he has kept for years and generally refuses to take off outside of bathing himself and cleaning them: his collar, which once belonged to his ex-girlfriend who left it behind when their relationship severed (blessedly before most of the stricter social rules were implemented by the government) and four ear rings: an industrial bar in each ear and a stud in each lobe.
With that said, he's certainly not a bad looking fellow. He's very handsomely boyish, with a gentle jaw and deep eyes; this is complimented by the fact that his eyes are almost constantly half closed, lending him a very charming look of lazy awareness. There are two notable beauty marks on his face, both of which compliment his appearance greatly- one on his left cheek and one just under his mouth on the left side. His dark brown hair is wavy and often disobedient, but he refuses to use hair product in it besides shampoo and conditioner to keep it in check. Instead, he just sweeps his bangs to one side in order to prevent them from matting over his eyes. They still do sometimes, unfortunately, but what can you do?
Skinwise, he's darker than he usually looks on the basis that he's only pale in the winter. The moment he's in the sun, that Mediterranean skin of his tans within hours. This same Mediterranean skin has left his body covered in dark beauty marks and discolorations, mainly on his arms, legs and shoulders. Often times they worry him because of their sudden appearances, many still cropping up even now in his young adult years, inspiring in him silent worries of cancer or the such. Another ethnic trait of his skin is, unfortunately, hyper-pigmentation. If he's wounded and it doesn't scar, the area will be left darker than the rest of his skin when it grows back. It takes months to fade. On the matter of scars, he's got a great walloping one across his chest, one beginning to fade on his upper lip and a series of them across his arms.
When not in some sort of uniform (ceremonial usually in this case) he's very, very formal: black vests and white turtlenecks, clean cut jackets and coats, combat style boots, dress or suit pants and fedoras. His fetishistic love for fedoras is virtually unparalleled. He's also usually wearing 'fingerless' black work gloves which at one point or another DID have fingers but have since been worn down to the knuckles; by the thumb on the palm is a specific pressure point that releases a couple short, hooked blades which he takes comfort from. It's a difficult to detect weapon, and an easily concealed one. If he's in casual dress, black t-shirts and jeans are the norm. Don't expect this, though.
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On the inside
Orientation: Deeply, deeply romantic, he can be defined by his ability to feel for any individual regardless of gender, race or traits simply on the basis of adoring their personality. He can be called 'bisexual', but that doesn't attest to the level of care and affection he holds for those he comes to be in a relationship with. It's important to remember that despite all of his traits, he's usually the one in the 'driver's seat'.
Mortal pleasures:
-Swingdancing
-Jazz
-The 30's, 40's and 50's in American culture
-Good books
-Art
-History & Theory
-Debate
-Romantics
-Animals
- Clove cigarettes
-Iced tea
-Mint flavored oreos
- The color green.
Never ever:
-Willful ignorance
- Religious extremism
-Mathematics
-Being controlled, pressured, so on and so forth. This makes his current profession a lit fuse for him. And he's the explosive. Tick tock, guys.
-Being told he's wrong about something
-the government
Personality:
"My thoughts are the cold kind."
Nicolae isn't especially hard to figure out. He's a fairly straightforwards guy, very sociable and very confident. He is extremely intelligent, a trait carried by most everyone in his family- all of whom happening to be doctors, lawyers or bankers save for his Grandfather, who was in the military. Nick is a fairly proud person of his skills, but he doesn't flaunt them; he never goes out of his way to show people how clever he is, how much he knows, all for the sake of keeping under the radar. Nick is a masterful orator, and a disturbingly convincing one at that; his natural confidence helps back him as he defends his case. Unrelatedly enough, he's an excellent dancer; he's practiced Swing for as long as he's known it existed, a sort of compliment to his adoration of American 50's music, his love for enjoyable art such as music and dance being endless.
Practicalities and intelligence set aside, Nick's purely social behavior can't solidly be described as benevolent or malevolent. While he would never, ever go out of his way to harm another person unless they make him extremely angry, he has no sympathy for people who are ignorant, weak willed, or more standoffish than he is. For those he deems worthy of befriending however, his loyalty is more or less endless. Through some sort of familial complex, Nicolae has a habit of taking in those around him as being as much family as friend, defending them physically and intellectually as if they were his own blood. His loyalty is matched with solid, blunt honesty, which he uses to disillusion those he believes are doing wrong. Nick tends to be inadvertently humorous as well as a polite romantic; this coupled with his other traits makes him for a mildly popular guy when dropped into a large group.
Within his more trusted social circles, Nick often takes the role of an alpha, or at least a respected individual. This does not apply to his working partners (other soldiers) and certainly not with the government, with whom he maintains a relatively quiet and complacent relationship. Having his opinions challenged is fun the first few times, but having to repeat himself is one of the few nonviolent things that will actually send Nicolae into an enraged state. He hates being challenged, he hates having to tell someone something twice, and he is incredibly stubborn. His methods can become a bit nasty, harmful in increasingly larger ways, depending on how much vengeance he feels for another person or the group associated with them. He can be comfortable among equals, he can be comfortable seen as a better, but he will never be comfortable being someone's dog. His current profession thusly pains him in many ways, but he finds that it's the best way to avoid being pushed around by the secret police in the first place.
He secretly abhors his job and the people he shares it with. One day, he swears to god he'll bring this whole unholy tower down.
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HistoryAn emigrant from Romania, Nick was the only child in a failing marriage. He was left mainly to his own devices and interacted socially with adults, weeding out of him the chance to be a child- this has left in him a lasting superiority complex and an endless desire for self validation.
His first interaction with other children was brief. Upon realizing how much he disliked them in Elementary school, he became a social hermit of sorts and instead focused on good grades- which worked for a very long time, up until hormones hit him like a speeding truck in highschool. Re-entering the social world of teenagers, Nick quickly adapted and learned how to take on varying identities in many different environments. It was here, too, that he discovered his own bisexuality, and highschool ended up being happiest (and briefest) time of his life.
Raised by only one parent who by this point in time was getting up in age, he was left without the money to attend University upon their death. Tempted rather stupidly into law enforcement under the promise of later education (this being where he came into possession of his Alsatian, Kaiser) he instead found himself in a two-year long gig patrolling streets as a small-time cop. This was the part where his intelligence, speed and problem solving skills brought him to the attention of the larger district government, whom later demanded he be brought in and issued into the secret police.
Naturally he accepted. This was a far better chance than any other he might have had as a lawyer or businessman to influence the government. That wasn't how it turned out, and several years later he's instead found himself trapped in a cycle of subversive action, violence and lastly guilt. As time goes on his ability to cope with his situation degrades further.
At some point during this, he proposed one of his long-time romantic interest and best friend. Their engagement was short lived- at age 20 he underwent the painful process of separation, leaving him brokenhearted and unbalanced. Following this, he had only his work (which he despises) and his k-9 work companion. Due to an influx of younger meat, he was moved from active duty to evidence relations. Since his dog died not too long ago, he's been in a worse position than ever.
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Extra:Theme/s:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8Wx80TZ8OQ Bad Boy Good Man by Tape Five
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HcESERdGG4 Black Eyes by Radical Face
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nY6HlIEbAdM Armageddon Waltz by Charlie Kahn
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