Post by nano on Feb 16, 2014 19:18:46 GMT
NICCOLO
NIC or NICO - MALE - BLACK RAT - 1.5 YEARS - GROUP - RANK
i wanna know the real you
personality
A quiet rat, Nico rarely speaks, even when spoken to. Rather, he prefers to respond with gestures. As such, Niccolo almost has that classic sewer rat allure about him. He can easily be perceived as a little bit sly, shady, untrustworthy, all that jazz. He only seems that way because he knows the ropes, he's street-wise. He grew up as a classic sewer rat, and that life is what he is familiar with. Despite this, he is not a bad guy, once you get to know him.
His first impression comes off as such because Niccolo doesn't really know how to socialize. He was never taught how. All his life he has, for the most part, stayed quiet and basically mimicked what others did around him. Break him out of his shell and you will see that his sassy attitude and dark humor, when he chooses to express it, is merely covering up the fact that he is extremely clumsy when it comes to real conversation. He is highly introverted and prefers to do things on his own. He is a quick and clever thinker when he is left alone to ponder and plan, but stumbles when he has to work with others.
His first impression comes off as such because Niccolo doesn't really know how to socialize. He was never taught how. All his life he has, for the most part, stayed quiet and basically mimicked what others did around him. Break him out of his shell and you will see that his sassy attitude and dark humor, when he chooses to express it, is merely covering up the fact that he is extremely clumsy when it comes to real conversation. He is highly introverted and prefers to do things on his own. He is a quick and clever thinker when he is left alone to ponder and plan, but stumbles when he has to work with others.
don't cry BECAUSE love is here
summary/past
Niccolo was born under the streets of downtown Vilas, in the gross and crumbling sewers. He was born into a very large family, having 10 littermates. They were a rough-and-tumble group, scurrying, scavenging, and generally doing everything they could to survive.
Despite being one of the larger and more promising males in the litter, Nic never quite caught on to the ways of living exhibited by his family and the other rats around him. He showed very little interest in the lifestyle that was traditional of the sewer rats he knew and grew up with. He didn't care to steal, or con others to get food. He wasn't loud or always looking to pick a fight. He was quiet, keeping to himself and doing things his own way without having to constantly steal or fight.
When he was old enough to be completely independent, Nico broke off from his family rat pack. Where he was going to go or what he was going to do was not quite known to him even him. He just didn't feel the need to stay with his family pack. He just couldn't handle all the crowded, noisy situations that came from being with them, or the constant shoving, biting, fighting, and generally suffocating feeling that all of it carried with it. He needed his space to explore himself and the world on his own.
Despite being one of the larger and more promising males in the litter, Nic never quite caught on to the ways of living exhibited by his family and the other rats around him. He showed very little interest in the lifestyle that was traditional of the sewer rats he knew and grew up with. He didn't care to steal, or con others to get food. He wasn't loud or always looking to pick a fight. He was quiet, keeping to himself and doing things his own way without having to constantly steal or fight.
When he was old enough to be completely independent, Nico broke off from his family rat pack. Where he was going to go or what he was going to do was not quite known to him even him. He just didn't feel the need to stay with his family pack. He just couldn't handle all the crowded, noisy situations that came from being with them, or the constant shoving, biting, fighting, and generally suffocating feeling that all of it carried with it. He needed his space to explore himself and the world on his own.
you are the music we listen to
roleplay example
The black rat fidgeted nervously, shiny black eyes peering guiltily down the dimly lit path he had just came from. He was waiting, hoping the smaller brown femme to appear. He sincerely hoped that he had not gotten too far ahead of her. He had been stupid to do what he had done. He didn't go slow, making sure that she was able to keep up. No, he was stupid and started scurrying around like he usually did. He zoned out, let instinct take over. He never considered the brown rat once he was moving. Until now, that was. Until she was probably lost.
He waited, and waited, shifting his weight from paw to paw until finally, much to his relief, Bluebell appeared, scampering up to him seeming no worse for wear. Good. Very good. She was able to find him. With a sigh, Niccolo only just know noticed that he had been holding his breath. He offered an apologetic smile and scratched behind his ear in an embarrassed manner; his way of apologizing for not letting her keep up. He'll to better now.
As usual, the femme chattered away at him. He nodded to the things he already knew of, with the big place and the smell. THe sewers were pretty nasty, but one got used to it after spending enough time down here. The black rat did, however, shake his head at her last question. "We're a ways out yet." He spoke simply, looking down at the tunnel ahead of them. She would soon see why a sort of floatation device would make things so much easier traversing the dank, crumbling passages of the sewage system. Gesturing for her to follow, he padded along on his hindfeet this time. It was a slow pace and would take considerably longer, but it would allow her to better keep up.
He waited, and waited, shifting his weight from paw to paw until finally, much to his relief, Bluebell appeared, scampering up to him seeming no worse for wear. Good. Very good. She was able to find him. With a sigh, Niccolo only just know noticed that he had been holding his breath. He offered an apologetic smile and scratched behind his ear in an embarrassed manner; his way of apologizing for not letting her keep up. He'll to better now.
As usual, the femme chattered away at him. He nodded to the things he already knew of, with the big place and the smell. THe sewers were pretty nasty, but one got used to it after spending enough time down here. The black rat did, however, shake his head at her last question. "We're a ways out yet." He spoke simply, looking down at the tunnel ahead of them. She would soon see why a sort of floatation device would make things so much easier traversing the dank, crumbling passages of the sewage system. Gesturing for her to follow, he padded along on his hindfeet this time. It was a slow pace and would take considerably longer, but it would allow her to better keep up.
