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Player Name: Sean McKeown (US 2002045258)
Name: "Nemo", "Mal"
Real Name: Unknown, even to him.
Alias: He calls himself Nemo, "no one". Others seem to enjoy the nickname of Mal, and he still doesn't get it.
Age: Unknown, even to him... he was abducted before the age of five, and couldn't begin to guess from where or when. He appears to be in his late 20's to early 30's.
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Swimmerskin
Freehold: Presumably New York City, with other affiliations to be worked out. Am looking for the 'major' affiliation to be with a smuggler's cove Hallow, a secret den and base of operations for a variety of similarly-inclined amongst the Lost. Currently looking to place said nebulous sea-base in the Long Island Sound, enabling operations in New York City, across the coastline of Connecticut and Rhode Island, and stretching as far as Boston for shipping operations both legal and illicit.
Court: Summer, Winter Goodwill
Mantle: Summer 3
Mask: Nemo's clothing is rustic, often featuring an outdated "duster" coat the coppery color of dried blood. He professes that this comes from his surprisingly Victorian upbringing, in slavery to the Drowned God, and is to his addled mind the first and worst hint of what time-period he might hail from... but it's this coat, as well as his apparent profession, that have earned him the nickname of "Mal" and thankfully he's not yet "got the joke". He appears to be a rather nondescript, somewhat care-worn man in his late twenties, the only thing distinguishing him from the pressing crowd of not-particularly-attractive men being his intense and focused personality, suggesting there is more than just the unassuming surface to be seen here.
Mien: Nemo has gray, seemingly always damp skin, drawn taut over tense, corded muscles. Nemo reminds the onlooker of the krakens of the deep dark sea, resembling nothing so much as one of H.P. Lovecraft's "Men of Innsmouth". Despite his damp skin and presumably chilly origins, a sense of warmth and heat feels just below the surface of his skin, perhaps due to the boiling blood of one who would take his wrath out on his Keeper if he but could.
Mantle: As yet undecided... besides the warmth of his skin.
Personality: Angry and stubborn, Nemo is not the brightest of folks but he does have a good head on his shoulders, or at least one that thinks fast on its feet as it's gotten him out of more than a few scraps that direct violence contiuously applied would not have accomplished. Nemo is angry at the Fae that have robbed him of a life and made him what he is, but has tempered that wrathful streak with his resolve to live his life and seek out the freedom that was taken from him before, living by the credo "I swear, by my life and my love for it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine". Staunchly loyal to his friends, Nemo crews his own ship and trawls between New York City and Boston to patrol as a sort of independent one-man Coast Guard Search and Rescue, robbing the sea of those whom it would claim and pass on into the Hedge so that he can save others from the fate he himself suffered... and perhaps taking what he can salvage from them as payment, before depositing them safely ashore, though they never know what happened to that boat of theirs that "sank". Nemo tempers the straightforward aggression of the Summer Court, and his alliance with Niemand Keiner and his Cold Iron group, with enough Winter Court sensibility that tells him perhaps being a bright flaming beacon isn't the best way to run a long-term mission at bearding the Others. He may not be smart, but there's some sense in there yet.
This Winter Court sensibility, as well as his constantly mobile, often hermitlike ways, leave him as a perfect "transmitter" for Radio Free Fae, and his small bit of Fame in naval circles as a well-meaning recluse that has saved any number of innocent lives since his sudden appearance within the last decade helps to keep that signal on the down-low as he travels from place to place... as well as enables a little bit of crime, to go with the honest work as work comes up.
Brief history is in the User Profile. Will be updated as more ties are resolved and things work themselves out.
Player Name: Sean McKeown (US 2002045258)
Name: "Nemo", "Mal"
Real Name: Unknown, even to him.
Alias: He calls himself Nemo, "no one". Others seem to enjoy the nickname of Mal, and he still doesn't get it.
Age: Unknown, even to him... he was abducted before the age of five, and couldn't begin to guess from where or when. He appears to be in his late 20's to early 30's.
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Swimmerskin
Freehold: Presumably New York City, with other affiliations to be worked out. Am looking for the 'major' affiliation to be with a smuggler's cove Hallow, a secret den and base of operations for a variety of similarly-inclined amongst the Lost. Currently looking to place said nebulous sea-base in the Long Island Sound, enabling operations in New York City, across the coastline of Connecticut and Rhode Island, and stretching as far as Boston for shipping operations both legal and illicit.
Court: Summer, Winter Goodwill
Mantle: Summer 3
Mask: Nemo's clothing is rustic, often featuring an outdated "duster" coat the coppery color of dried blood. He professes that this comes from his surprisingly Victorian upbringing, in slavery to the Drowned God, and is to his addled mind the first and worst hint of what time-period he might hail from... but it's this coat, as well as his apparent profession, that have earned him the nickname of "Mal" and thankfully he's not yet "got the joke". He appears to be a rather nondescript, somewhat care-worn man in his late twenties, the only thing distinguishing him from the pressing crowd of not-particularly-attractive men being his intense and focused personality, suggesting there is more than just the unassuming surface to be seen here.
Mien: Nemo has gray, seemingly always damp skin, drawn taut over tense, corded muscles. Nemo reminds the onlooker of the krakens of the deep dark sea, resembling nothing so much as one of H.P. Lovecraft's "Men of Innsmouth". Despite his damp skin and presumably chilly origins, a sense of warmth and heat feels just below the surface of his skin, perhaps due to the boiling blood of one who would take his wrath out on his Keeper if he but could.
Mantle: As yet undecided... besides the warmth of his skin.
Personality: Angry and stubborn, Nemo is not the brightest of folks but he does have a good head on his shoulders, or at least one that thinks fast on its feet as it's gotten him out of more than a few scraps that direct violence contiuously applied would not have accomplished. Nemo is angry at the Fae that have robbed him of a life and made him what he is, but has tempered that wrathful streak with his resolve to live his life and seek out the freedom that was taken from him before, living by the credo "I swear, by my life and my love for it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine". Staunchly loyal to his friends, Nemo crews his own ship and trawls between New York City and Boston to patrol as a sort of independent one-man Coast Guard Search and Rescue, robbing the sea of those whom it would claim and pass on into the Hedge so that he can save others from the fate he himself suffered... and perhaps taking what he can salvage from them as payment, before depositing them safely ashore, though they never know what happened to that boat of theirs that "sank". Nemo tempers the straightforward aggression of the Summer Court, and his alliance with Niemand Keiner and his Cold Iron group, with enough Winter Court sensibility that tells him perhaps being a bright flaming beacon isn't the best way to run a long-term mission at bearding the Others. He may not be smart, but there's some sense in there yet.
This Winter Court sensibility, as well as his constantly mobile, often hermitlike ways, leave him as a perfect "transmitter" for Radio Free Fae, and his small bit of Fame in naval circles as a well-meaning recluse that has saved any number of innocent lives since his sudden appearance within the last decade helps to keep that signal on the down-low as he travels from place to place... as well as enables a little bit of crime, to go with the honest work as work comes up.
Brief history is in the User Profile. Will be updated as more ties are resolved and things work themselves out.