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Player Name: Lauren
Player LJ: tyrantvirus
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: nomnomazoth @ AIM
Player Email: ---
Are you 18 years of age or older? ASSCLOWN yes
Character Info
Character Name: Nick
Character’s Age: 35
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Timeline: I'm taking him after the end of The Parish
Appearance: All 6'3" of Nicolas oozes skeevey businessman.
From the way he dresses to the way he talks, you can immediately tell he's a man who knows how to play any hand he's drawn. He's $3000 worth of well-dressed in his white suit and gold rings (though trudging through zombies and swamps have all but ruined it) and he makes it a point to remind you of it. Once you remove that, however, he's nothing too special and even a little scrappy. His dark brown hair is gelled back, hiding the slight curl and wave in it and his facial hair is kept at a scruffy stubble along his jaw.
Under the suit, his chest and neck are covered in small scratches and red marks, though whether they're from the zombies or a one night stand is up in the air.
History: L4D2 Canon
Nick was born a poor black child hatched from an egg fully grown and covered in bitches born out of wedlock, to a fairly young couple. His early memories of this family life are scattered and mixed. on the one hand, he remembers his father teaching him how to play poker at 7. On the other, he remembers the times he'd go to sleep while his mom stayed awake, waiting for his dad. He remembers then waking up and listening to yelling and sobbing.
He was a starry eyed 10 year old when his father finally just left for 'work' and never came back. Every night for a few weeks, a young Nicolas would ask his mother when his dad was coming back only to get "don't you ever grow up like him" as an answer. What she didn't know is he'd already begun picking up his father's bad habits; He'd learned the fine art of conning his schoolmates out of anything he could. It started with fairly innocent things, pudding cups, candy bars, and worked its way up to the point where he was running rings where he'd buy gum or candy with his allowance and resell it piece by piece at a profit in school.
The only reason Nick graduated was because of his mother and her insistance that he make something out of his life. He didn't see the point of going to college, and it wasn't as if he or his mother had the money for him to go anyway. Eventually he'd settled around the gambling scene, making his way to what he could assume was the top. To the only slightly embittered 21 year old, nothing could stop him so long as he knew how to play his cards.
Around the age of 25 (after bouncing in and out of court a few times for minor offences) he took a somewhat steady job as a bouncer. At the age of 25 and a half, he was fired for braining someone with a bat hard enough to learn that brain tissue comes out of a white suit. This was his first major incident with the law, and the reason he can't legally own or operate a firearm. At the age of 30, he met his ex-wife. She was more than a one night stand to him, and he somewhat foolishly thought he could settle down and remain faithful, or at least cover up any affairs he had well enough. The wedding night turned ugly when it came to light that he'd slept with the maid of honor.
And her sister.
Stubbornly, both parties agreed to work it out and the marriage lasted nine months before it dissolved into petty fights and eventually ended in divorce. It's something he doesn't like to talk about.
He continued to bounce around the gambling circuit, staying out of reach of the law and getting involved with a host of shady characters for the next 5 years. The only reason he stopped was because of the zombies.
Personality: Skeezy. That is Nick in a nutshell. 25 years of hustling has taken its toll on Nick, and turned him into the slimiest, shadiest 'business' man you'll ever meet. The guy who'll sell you Roleks watches at a discount, the guy who'll play a game of cards with you with an ace up his sleeve, the guy who'll smile to your face and sleep with your girlfriend behind your back is who Nick is. He's not necessarily a bad guy, he's just...
Well, he isn't evil.
Because of how he is, and because of his experiences, he's extremely bitter and distrusting. It takes a long time for Nick to even consider the other survivors any sort of useful, and even then he shows the minimal amount of tolerance toward them. It's only when one of them dies that he reveals any sort of remorse for how he treats them. In the end, though, he seems to finally warm up to them.
In short, Nick is a true conman and a ladies man with difficulty trusting anyone and showing any sort of attachment openly.
Powers/Abilities: N/A
Limitations: N/A
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample: Carefully, he wound up the shot. If he was right, and he often was about these things, he could end the game now and waltz away with his prize. It just required a bit of concentration, something that was hard to get as a horde of undead shuffled about outside, groaning and grumbling at the thought of the locked away survivors. Really, he shouldn't have taken the bet. They didn't have the time to fuck around like this, and he could feel Coach and Rochelle getting impatient, but Nick knew he could wrap it up quick.
Before the other three could start to complain, the conartist took his shot. The cue ball went rolling into the eleven and thee balls, the eleven careening into a side pocket, while the three ball lolled toward the eight ball. "Come on..." Slowly, the three ball nudged the teetering eight ball into a corner pocket.
"You see that? Bet those rotten bastards couldn't have made a shot like that when they had all their fingers!" He chuckled, tossing the pool cue to the ground and dusting his hands off. "Pay up, overalls."
As Ellis handed over a choice selection of snacks they'd pilfered from a machine, Nick sported an ear to ear grin. He couldn't hear whatever collective whining the other three were no doubt engaging in, about how unfair it was to shark someone out of food, or how Ellis's buddy Keith had almost been real shark food or whatever over his own smug elation.
Apocalypse or not, he still had it.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample: Shit, is this where the military evac's taking people? I never thought I'd say this but... You guys did a damn fine job. It's like the zombie bastards never touched the place. Guess I should be sorry for doubting you. Probably would be, if you guys weren't shooting people out there, but what do I know?
Anyway, there'd better be a place to get this shit off me. I didn't pay $3000 to get covered in puke and guts, I can tell you that.
Player Info
Player Name: Lauren
Player LJ: tyrantvirus
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: nomnomazoth @ AIM
Player Email: ---
Are you 18 years of age or older? ASSCLOWN yes
Character Info
Character Name: Nick
Character’s Age: 35
Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Timeline: I'm taking him after the end of The Parish
Appearance: All 6'3" of Nicolas oozes skeevey businessman.
From the way he dresses to the way he talks, you can immediately tell he's a man who knows how to play any hand he's drawn. He's $3000 worth of well-dressed in his white suit and gold rings (though trudging through zombies and swamps have all but ruined it) and he makes it a point to remind you of it. Once you remove that, however, he's nothing too special and even a little scrappy. His dark brown hair is gelled back, hiding the slight curl and wave in it and his facial hair is kept at a scruffy stubble along his jaw.
Under the suit, his chest and neck are covered in small scratches and red marks, though whether they're from the zombies or a one night stand is up in the air.
History: L4D2 Canon
Nick was born a poor black child hatched from an egg fully grown and covered in bitches born out of wedlock, to a fairly young couple. His early memories of this family life are scattered and mixed. on the one hand, he remembers his father teaching him how to play poker at 7. On the other, he remembers the times he'd go to sleep while his mom stayed awake, waiting for his dad. He remembers then waking up and listening to yelling and sobbing.
He was a starry eyed 10 year old when his father finally just left for 'work' and never came back. Every night for a few weeks, a young Nicolas would ask his mother when his dad was coming back only to get "don't you ever grow up like him" as an answer. What she didn't know is he'd already begun picking up his father's bad habits; He'd learned the fine art of conning his schoolmates out of anything he could. It started with fairly innocent things, pudding cups, candy bars, and worked its way up to the point where he was running rings where he'd buy gum or candy with his allowance and resell it piece by piece at a profit in school.
The only reason Nick graduated was because of his mother and her insistance that he make something out of his life. He didn't see the point of going to college, and it wasn't as if he or his mother had the money for him to go anyway. Eventually he'd settled around the gambling scene, making his way to what he could assume was the top. To the only slightly embittered 21 year old, nothing could stop him so long as he knew how to play his cards.
Around the age of 25 (after bouncing in and out of court a few times for minor offences) he took a somewhat steady job as a bouncer. At the age of 25 and a half, he was fired for braining someone with a bat hard enough to learn that brain tissue comes out of a white suit. This was his first major incident with the law, and the reason he can't legally own or operate a firearm. At the age of 30, he met his ex-wife. She was more than a one night stand to him, and he somewhat foolishly thought he could settle down and remain faithful, or at least cover up any affairs he had well enough. The wedding night turned ugly when it came to light that he'd slept with the maid of honor.
And her sister.
Stubbornly, both parties agreed to work it out and the marriage lasted nine months before it dissolved into petty fights and eventually ended in divorce. It's something he doesn't like to talk about.
He continued to bounce around the gambling circuit, staying out of reach of the law and getting involved with a host of shady characters for the next 5 years. The only reason he stopped was because of the zombies.
Personality: Skeezy. That is Nick in a nutshell. 25 years of hustling has taken its toll on Nick, and turned him into the slimiest, shadiest 'business' man you'll ever meet. The guy who'll sell you Roleks watches at a discount, the guy who'll play a game of cards with you with an ace up his sleeve, the guy who'll smile to your face and sleep with your girlfriend behind your back is who Nick is. He's not necessarily a bad guy, he's just...
Well, he isn't evil.
Because of how he is, and because of his experiences, he's extremely bitter and distrusting. It takes a long time for Nick to even consider the other survivors any sort of useful, and even then he shows the minimal amount of tolerance toward them. It's only when one of them dies that he reveals any sort of remorse for how he treats them. In the end, though, he seems to finally warm up to them.
In short, Nick is a true conman and a ladies man with difficulty trusting anyone and showing any sort of attachment openly.
Powers/Abilities: N/A
Limitations: N/A
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample: Carefully, he wound up the shot. If he was right, and he often was about these things, he could end the game now and waltz away with his prize. It just required a bit of concentration, something that was hard to get as a horde of undead shuffled about outside, groaning and grumbling at the thought of the locked away survivors. Really, he shouldn't have taken the bet. They didn't have the time to fuck around like this, and he could feel Coach and Rochelle getting impatient, but Nick knew he could wrap it up quick.
Before the other three could start to complain, the conartist took his shot. The cue ball went rolling into the eleven and thee balls, the eleven careening into a side pocket, while the three ball lolled toward the eight ball. "Come on..." Slowly, the three ball nudged the teetering eight ball into a corner pocket.
"You see that? Bet those rotten bastards couldn't have made a shot like that when they had all their fingers!" He chuckled, tossing the pool cue to the ground and dusting his hands off. "Pay up, overalls."
As Ellis handed over a choice selection of snacks they'd pilfered from a machine, Nick sported an ear to ear grin. He couldn't hear whatever collective whining the other three were no doubt engaging in, about how unfair it was to shark someone out of food, or how Ellis's buddy Keith had almost been real shark food or whatever over his own smug elation.
Apocalypse or not, he still had it.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample: Shit, is this where the military evac's taking people? I never thought I'd say this but... You guys did a damn fine job. It's like the zombie bastards never touched the place. Guess I should be sorry for doubting you. Probably would be, if you guys weren't shooting people out there, but what do I know?
Anyway, there'd better be a place to get this shit off me. I didn't pay $3000 to get covered in puke and guts, I can tell you that.