[CENTER][h2]Nɪᴄᴏʟᴀs Tʜᴀᴡ[/h2]
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❝ [SUP]I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?[/SUP] ❞[/CENTER]

• [b]Eyes:[/b] Black with umber specks
• [b]Hair:[/b] Unkempt, ash brown
• [b]Height:[/b] 5'5"
• [b]Weight:[/b] 141 lbs

[CENTER][b]Nickname:[/b] Nikki | Nick
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual

[b]Personality:[/b] 
Blunt, absent minded and aloof. People often think his thought process is doing nothing, when in reality he's often focused on his own ideas. Nicolas is exceedingly unsocial, and only uses few words, thus people sometimes being interpreted as rude and uncouth. The first impression of Nicolas is an exceedingly boring and disinterested being, but those who get to know him better are able to see his sarcastic, playful and even vicious side. However, he's mainly solitary and egotistical, wanting to solve everything on his own.

 [b]「✓」[/b]
• Sleeping
• Daydreaming
• Personal hygiene
• Orchestral music
• Wild animals

[b]「✖」[/b]
• Loud noises
• Dirty things
• Staying awake
• Working as a team
• Large crowds

[b]Biography:[/b]
As a boy, his father had taught him the meaning of death. He'd been taken hunting, and at the age of fourteen, he'd been forced to shoot, skin, prepare and eat his first deer. His father had shown him how to hunt, but more importantly, he had seen the fear in the eyes of the animal before it was killed, and understood that this was the ugliest part about death. A black mark at the end of your life, such as pleading for it, marred your time in the world.

Despite the lessons he had learned from his father, Nicolas hated the man. There was a lot of hate in Nicolas's life; he acknowledged this the same way you'd acknowledge an acquaintance in the street, it kept his heart burning. The only hate he harbored that he couldn't stand was the hate for his father. He knew it was wrong, but was powerless to stop it, ironically, as most people are powerless to cease from loving their fathers. He'd found the man stone dead almost a year to the day after the deer-hunt, a bottle of whisky on the side and the blinds drawn. The stink on him in death had been the same as the one on him in life; alcohol and cigarettes. The closed blinds made the room even danker than it already was. Like an animal, he'd shut the curtains to hide himself from the world, ashamed of his dying form, curling up to die in what he believed in as peace. 

He'd gone to live with his uncle at that point. The man was a better person than his father, certainly, but his ability with people was severely lacking. As such, he could not look after the child as well as he'd have hoped. Nicolas had receded into himself, in both grief and simply for the reason that he was comfortable that way. He began to fight other kids, lashing out at anyone who'd mention his deceased father or the case of his absent mother. His uncle, understandably, couldn't handle the boy any longer, and thus sent him to Fae High School.

[b]Habits:[/b]
• Falling asleep in the middle of class.
• Petting almost every animal he sees.
• Twitching his fingers when bored or impatient.

[b]Fears:[/b]
• Brontophobia - Fear of thunder and lightning.
• Nyctohylophobia - Fear of dark wooded areas or of forests at night.

[b]Other:[/b]
• Enjoys home cooking, but is usually too tired to make his own.
• Nicolas is surprisingly strong. He can fight, but chooses not to out of his own laziness.[/CENTER]