Alright, here's my character. He's something new for me, so bear with me. 

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[h3][color=ffd100]Nikolas Mikos[/color] | [color=ffd100]28[/color] | [color=ffd100]Male[/color][/h3][/center]

[indent][color=ffd100][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Overall, Nikos has a commanding presence and is undeniably handsome even when hygiene is difficult to maintain. Nikos is tall at 6', making him look larger than he actually is: he's a thin man lacking bulk. His skin is an extremely light olive, pale but easy to tan. His jawline is almost always decorated with stubble or a beard, its color matching his dark brown hair. Said hair is long enough to be tied back in a short ponytail--it often is, but it's not uncommon for it to lazily be pushed back with his hands alone. He has a distinct, Greek nose, matching his other sharp features, such as his jawline and eyes. His eyes are dark brown in color, but lighter than his hair. As far as clothing goes, he likes to be comfortable and warm, preferring sweaters to t shirts. Such cloth tends to be a luxury though, so he takes what he can get.

[color=ffd100][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Appearances aside, Nikolas (preferring Nikos) has grown to be oddly soft in such a harsh world. He observes with a curious gaze and rarely interferes in another's business beyond asking a question or two. Idealistic beneath the aloof surface, he is trusting and genuinely warm to others he meets. Once approached, he's all smiles and light laughs--he's expressive. In such a world, his kindness can be disarming. However, while his kindness is obvious, his [i]goodness[/i] isn't necessarily: he's a goofy flirt with wandering hands. And beyond that, he has the same will to survive as anyone else, even if it's only hinted at in the heavier moments, when his gaze darkens in anger or fear. 

[color=ffd100][b]Short Bio:[/b][/color] Nikos was born to a small band, his parents simple traders. The band traveled throughout the North American continent, boasting safety in numbers and a diversity of skills. As a result, Nikos was raised quite comfortably, fitted with necessary survival skills (within a group): he learned how to patch up simple wounds, how to deal with illness, and provide basic meals among other things. For entertainment, he developed his artistic side and listened to his mother tell stories passed down from her mother of the world as it once was. 

Nikos and the band traveled for years. As a teenager, he learned the trade of trade and watched his mother pass on. His father followed soon after and he was suddenly responsible for most of the trading within and beyond the band. This continued into his early twenties until the band came around to the West. The band had been dwindling in numbers despite being powerful once before. It made the band an easy picking for a cannibal ambush. Nikos and a few others survived to escape, but they had lost most of their man power and supplies.

The small group survived together for a few years, but they had fallen off one by one. By the time they reached New York, Nikos was the only one left to take place among the Rochester Hold-Up Crew.

[color=ffd100][b]Weapon:[/b][/color] A short knife, used less as a weapon and more for simply cutting rope or preparing food

[color=ffd100][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
[indent]Glasses, missing a lens
Sketchbook and whatever pens or pencils or charcoal the man can find
A small sack of water, half full
Rope and net
A box of matches, almost full
A small kettle
The beat up canvas bag this is all contained in[/indent]
[color=ffd100][b]Other:[/b][/color]
[indent]Nikos is short sighted. 
Nikos is a great cook if given even the barest amount of ingredients. 
Nikos is an artist.
He's great in a group, but almost hopeless on his own. [/indent][/indent]
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