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Name: Nicholas Raphael Gabriel Panzini. Just goes by Nicky or Lad.
Template: The nervous, skeptical, always expecting the worst, alienated kid in the back of the classroom. Would probably
be Goth if that hadn't passed completely out of fashion by 2122.
Species: Anglo/? Orga
Age: 18 (28 January
2120...roughly. His birth is unregistered and his mother was too strung out at the time to know exactly when he
was born, but this is generally accepted as the right day)
Gender: Male
Height: exactly 5'5'', if he doesn't slouch.
Weight: about 150 lbs, although scrawny as Hell.
Physical Description: Most notable feature are huge brown
eyes-- attractive in a sheepish kind of way, messy brown hair, kind of pale skin. Right eyebrow cut in half with a scar, has
numerous cigar burn marks on arms, and other scars on various parts of his body, all recieved from his mother's
boyfriend. Scrawny would be the most flattering description of his build-- although he's 150 lbs, noboody is quite sure
where that weight goes. Thumbnails very ragged from constant chewing. Generally nervous disposition, moves with submissive
body language.
Background: Lucia Panzini arrived in Rouge City from Naples, Italy with 25 dollars and a head full
of dreams. Five years later the 25 dollars had been spent on heroin and her belly was full of foetus. Her son, Nicholas Rafael,
was delivered in a welfare tenement in the Zona Rosa District slum, born addicted to crack and nearly a month premature. The
son of a prostitute, he has no idea who his father is and frankly has no interest in finding out. When he was six his mother
brought work home with her, and this time it didn't go away after an hour. Nicky spent the next six years trying to keep alive
in the midst of heavy physical abuse, bouncing from state-run schools and running away several times, always dragged home
by the 'Sicilan Shithead' and occassionally drugged by his mother to keep him quiet and docile.
The nightmare of his life
finally ended on Christmas Eve of his 12th year. The Sicilan was shot to death for failing to pay a gambling debt, and terrified
that he would be next if found, Nicky ran from his flat to the door of the only person who'd even showed slight concern over
him-- a 24-year-old recently divorced, undocumented Irishwoman named Cal McPherson.
Currently Nicky, now 18, has
recently graduated out of high school and is saving up money to enter Brooks Institute of Photography in California to follow
his main interest, photojournalism.
Personality: Nicky has the balls of a donkey, he just doesn't realise it. He lets
Cal go on her tirades because he knows that it'll eventually end and life will be better afterwards. He is outwardly very
calm, but is always thinking over different situations and possible outcomes. Very pragmatic, unoffensive, and moves through
life trying not to be noticed-- hangs onto the conviction that whatever happens, it most likely isn't going to mean much to
him in the long run. Convinced that whatever he does is probably not going to have an impact on anybody around him, occasionally
overcome by feelings of utter futility . Still harbors a lot of bitterness for his crappy childhood, but prefers to think
about the future. Has perfected the art of tuning out of his surroundings at any given moment. Very quiet individual, will
usually only speak if spoken to.
Objectives: Try and get through life without getting jailed, killed, or mangled--
especially by Cal.
A quote: "Don't ask because I'll be forced to bore you to death with the details of my tortured
existence." - Mia from 'Love and Other Catastrophes'.
"Trust is something that comes easy/
When you've never been
a victim." -- "Disconnected", Face to Face
Special quirks, ect: The almost magical ability to be stuck around Cal
nearly every waking moment without going completely bat-shit looney. Very shy around strangers, rarely smiles, and as a result
of earlier child abuse does not like people he doesn't know to touch him.
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