Name: Nicor
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Human
Tier: D-tier
Class: Ranger
Age + Birthdate: 19 y/o, May 23rd
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality:
- Cunning~ Ever since he was a little boy he enjoyed watching people play games, eventually he joined in whenever he could do so. Though as a result he quickly found ways to cheat without getting caught by the other players. He thought it didn't matter how he won as long as he did, eventually he did this with all aspects of life coming up with plans to swindle people and even trick people into doing things for him. Plans came easily to him and he happily came up with ideas that would benefit him and his mom in the long run.
- Loyal~ One thing his mom made sure to teach him was to create strong bonds, and to treasure these bonds never betraying them and keeping your word to your friends and not to betray their trust. While he may be a bit hard to make friends with once Nicor has declared someone as an ally or friend he sticks by them until the end. Doing his best to protect them and be there for them. They have his loyalty and trust for as long as he has theirs.
- Whimsical~ Being the game loving trickster that he is he definitely loves to have a fun time, he enjoys joking around an overall just using his spare time to do what he likes doing. Whether it be starting a playful drunken bar fight , sitting around a campfire and telling stories of grandeur, or even just playing around with his marksmanship he is definitely someone who just enjoys doing what amuses him, even if its something that just popped into his head. Usually quickly jumping into action to do things just because he feels like doing so whether or not it bothers the people around him.
Likes:
- Alcohol, growing up in a tavern Nicor easily came to love all things alcoholic.
- Games, growing up mostly around adults he quickly grew fond of challenging adults to games and even if it meant using trickery to win.
Dislikes:
- Snobs, as he lived in the slums he learned that all life was equal and it pissed him off seeing people who think that they're better then others.
- Orders, growing up doing his best for his ma and being overall a free spirit he grew to dislike people telling him how he should do things
Aspirations: Ever since he was a kid Nicor has only had one real goal, and that was to return the love and effort he received from his mother 10x over. He plans to do this by raising a fortune so he can give it to his mom so that way she can live the life he believes she's always deserved and possibly even give her tavern a makeover so she can run the dream tavern she's always wanted, a place where people from all over can come together as equals and enjoy food and drink. The first step to this all is to make his fortune, most likely through traveling the broad world and using whatever to his advantage to do so.
Phobias/fears:When he was young and growing up without a father Nicor quickly grew attached to his mother loving her so and doing his best from even a young age to support her and the run-down tavern she managed. Having such a pretty mother created troubles often which she usually dismissed with her bow, but when he saw a man pull a knife on his mother he thought that he had lost it all. Luckily patrons stopped the man, and helped his mother recover just fine. However the traumatic experience of watching his mother bleed on the floor has instilled a strong fear of losing his mother, or anyone hurting her.
Face-Claim: Joseph Joestar, Jojo's bizarre adventure: Battle tendency
Hair Color:Brown
Eye Color:Blue
Height: 195 cm
Weight: 118 kgs
Appearance: Nicor usually likes to wear light clothing, pants and tight fitting shirt as to allow quick and flexible movements without impeding him in anyway. He always likes to wear his signature orange scarf, and even if its not worn around his neck he will have it wrapped somewhere on him. When it comes to his body language he is rather peculiar, instead of showing how he is feeling as a reflex or a full-body poker face in words will pose as if to hide what he is planning to do, or give away how he is feeling to others. However normally he keeps a rather relaxed position that hints at no sign of aggression. He also has a peculiar star-shaped birth mark on his shoulder.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Features: N/A
History: Life isn't easy, especially growing up in a place like the slums of Reim.Born to owner of a rundown tavern in Reim after a tryst with a travelling circus man who worked with horses. His father knew of his birth, but never came to visit him or his mother once after he was brought into the worlds. Though his mother still took care of him happily naming him Nicor and caring for him despite living in one room together in the basement of their tavern. She still did her best to make sure her son would get the love that he deserved, or at least in her eyes deserved/
Nicor's younger years were rather peaceful, he would help his mother as much as possible by bringing food or drinks to the loyal patrons of the tavern. They made friends with one another and the older patrons did their best to help out Nicor and his mother. They became sort of a small family and Nicor would spend his time gambling with the adults learning their tricks and trades to card games and other such things. He would with the help of the locals and regulars trick new people or tourists who would stop by and most likely never come back to the tavern. Young Nicor used this as a way to give his mom and him a few small luxuries that they could never afford normally. The only thing that really struck a chord in his childhood was when a patron attacked his mother with a knife just because she wouldn't let her bed him, this giving him his fear of losing his mother.
As he hit to his younger teen years he learned more about his mother, and the truth about his father. When he learned that his mother had won the tavern in an archery contest, he was amazed to learn that the bow that hung above the liquors was actually his mother's prized bow. She had a talent for archery and yet she just wanted to create a place to serve good food and alcohol to everyone. Seeing her as his hero he often went into the wilderness and would imitate his mother creating a makeshift bow and arrows practicing his archery just for the whim of it. Slowly he learned by watching his shots, inheriting his mother's eye for archery. He often afterwards incorporated his talents with ranged weapons into his childish antics. Firing berry covered arrows at people wearing white, using slingshots to get people dirty, and of course hustling older adults with this skill.
As he hit puberty the once small, and impish boy sprouted like an oak soon enough towering over most people he knew in Reim and definitely towering over his ginger short-stacked mother. He seemed to inherit his father's colossal size, but still he was rather proud he had his mother's same beautiful blue eyes. Though as he grew so did his antics, he went from playing pranks to outright tricking people into giving them his money under scams. Though despite this he knew how rough life would be and would often target the rich, or pompous with these schemes. He of course was punished a few times being locked up, but usually ended up going free due to some cunning plan of his. Though not only did that change, as he had always helped his mother he saw how things were toiling on her and that she still wasn't any closer to her dream of fixing up the tavern and making it into the place she wished.
It was soon after this the fully grown Nicor came to the decision that it was time for him to go out into the world and make his own adventures, and hopefully along the way make a fortune and help out the mother he loves dearly.
Role-Play Sample:
- Rp sample:
- It was morning most people in the city were already awake going about their business and some people getting ready to sell at the markets, or fight in the arena after a good nights sleep. However there was a few people who had not gone to sleep, Nicor being one of them and the other being the man he was engaged in a game of dice with. They had been going at it all night, but currently at the moment Nicor was betting his last piece along with a week's worth of free meal at his mother's tavern. It was looking grim and soon enough it became the young man's roll.
Though inside Nicor's head this was all just a ruse, the poor sap he was playing dice with was from out of town, Heliohapt it looked like from the shade of his skin and the rather ornate clothing that he wore. He shifted his messy brown hair shaking a bit as he moved his hands to his mouth to breath on the dice. This was all part of the charade though, he was hiding a pair of fixed dice within his orange scarf that had been tightly wrapped around his neck for the entire night of their game. As he put his gloved hands to his mouth he took the regular dice into his mouth before tilting forward just enough so the fixed dice would roll into his hands. As he did this he quickly rolled the dice from his hand as not to arouse suspicion that he was taking too long during his turn. The dice landed, and of course gave the result for Nicor to win.
He jumped up into the air faking his surprise, but the excitement of successfully winning the earnings was nothing but genuine. He smirked and gathered his winnings and shifted them into his bag before tying it securely to his waist. He stood up posing in an awkward position, but smirking nonetheless it being his trade mark. As he stood up the angry man who lost slammed his hands against the ground knocking the dice back up and landing the exact same way as before. he was caught cheating, but that wasn't going to stop Nicor. He spit the dice in his mouth into the air quickly.
"Your next line is going to be 'You dirty little gutter rat!' " Nicor proclaimed, and the man began to say, but then soon stopped at being surprised that the muscular man guessed correctly at what he was going to say. And as the man drew his knife Nicor slammed his hand forward hitting the dice that were coming back down with precision. Each die hitting him in an eye before Nicor quickly began to run away with his winnings. "It's your fault for getting tricked!"
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