When did this get here? Personal Information [centre][b]Name: Nigellus Rollins[/b][/centre] [centre][b]Alias: Serus Saainhart[/b][/centre] [centre][b]Nickname: Nellu! (Call him that and he'll probably punch you, though.)[/b][/centre] [centre][b]Age: 21[/b][/centre] [centre][b]Gender: Male[/b][/centre] [centre][b]Appearance:[/b] [/centre][centre][img]http://wallpaperswa.com/thumbnails/detail/20121211/men%20beard%20actors%20ryan%20reynolds%20mustache%201920x1200%20wallpaper_wallpaperswa.com_13.jpg[/img][/centre] If Ryan Reynold's face is copyrighted, oh well, sucks to be me. I'll change it. --- Family/Friends- [centre]Mother: Delanor Noserat - [b][i]Deceased[/i][/b] Father: Nigel Rollins Sr. - [b]Living[/b] Siblings: Sarah Rollins - 19 [b][i]Deceased[/i][/b] Parker Rollins - 15 [b]Living[/b] Selena Rollins - 13 [b]Living[/b] Nigel Rollins Jr. - 4 [b][i]Deceased[/i][/b] Partner: Buster Faulkner. - [b]Living[/b] Friend/s: None.[/centre] --- General Information [centre]Current Goal: Talents: Playing the jazz flute, Composing orchestral scores, hiding in the darkness. Fears: A strange fear of hiding money under soap bars. Personality: Nigellus is an extrovert. He loves to entertain others, as long as he is bringing as smile to his face. But at the same time, he is secretive in everything he does- sometimes, even towards those he trusts, being secretive of something as trivial as "Can I borrow an inkpen?" Inner Personality: Dead. Callous, unfeeling. The only expressable emotion in this barren wasteland of soul would be his wrath towards life. Secret: Nigellus is responsible for the death of his 19 year old sister. Biography: Nigellus was, at one point, happy. He was the kind of joy you expect when you step out into a warm autumn night with your loved one, sitting under the stars while talking calmly and pointing out constellations. If that was your thing. He lived in a family of five, excluding himself. His newly born sister, Selena, his two-year old brother, Parker, and finally his six-year-old sister, Sarah made up his happy band of siblings. His parents, at the time, were middle aged, enjoying raising their children. Four years went by without incident, until a fateful evening. "Nigellus." Nigel said across the dinner table to his son. "How would you feel about having another brother?" He asked. "I think... It sounds pretty great." Nigellus said. "Good, good.." Nigel said, leaving it at that. Eight months later, Nigellus picked up the ringing phone from its stand. "Hello?" He answered. "Nigellus, when I come home- I will bring your brother with me." He said, hanging up the phone. Nigel then began sobbing, sitting next to his wife's dead body, cradling his new son in his arms. His wife had the choice of her son, or herself. And she ended up leaving her own life, in place for her son's life. Nigel sat there for several hours, rubbing his wife's hand, unbelieving that she could possibly be dead. He drove himself home that night, waking up Nigellus. Nigellus and his father took turns holding the baby, his father looking on with a somber expression on his face. Inveitably, the question came. "My brother is so cute!" Nigellus exlaimed. "But... Where's mum?" He asked, looking up at his dad. As the news was broken to his son, they were almost out of tissues by the morning. Nigellus was hardened by this event, picking up some mischeivious nature from his rough friends he was making at school. They promised that he'd be a cool kid with them. He was constantly tried, succeeding in the tests they had for him. He came home, the days flashing by, and seemingly instantly, his life had already flashed by to age sixteen. He picked up driking, showing up to his youngest brother's birthday drunk. He shared some brandy with his four-year-old brother and then told him not to tell anyone. His brother and he went outside, playing soccer. In minutes, Nigel Jrs. heart stopped. Nigellus stumbled through the house, and his dad found him. "Where's your brother?" Nigel asked. "Ou'side" Nigellus said, going up to his room. Nigel walked outside, then broke into a fast walk, then a sprint to his son's still body. Nigel slammed the ground, screaming the same word over, and over again. "NO, NO! DAMNIT, NO!" Nigel Jr. was dead before the paramedics arrived. Which was almost a day after the fact, because Nigel refused to call them for some time, insistent he could revive his son himself. And, doubled with the fact they lived in isolation on a mountain, that didn't help, either. Nigellus soon became sober, realizing what happened. He threw any bottles of brandy he had down the side of the mountain, washing his system out with pint, after pint of water. When the ambulances did arrive, breathalizer tests on all family members came up false, and the murder of his younger brother was never tied back to Nigellus. Once again, the Rollin household ran out of tissues. Nigellus, now the age of twenty-one, was living off of an academic scholarship to a highly-respected college. He hadn't talked to his younger sister, Sarah, or any of the family for that matter- in months. He sent his father an email. "I've scraped together some funds from my waiting job from the college down the street- and I've organised us to go bunjee jumping. Meet me here" Nigellus put in the street address "at 4:00 PM, saturday. It'll be fun, the entire family together, for fun." Nigellus closed his laptop, sitting back in his chair, falling asleep. At bungee jumping, they were given a quick rundown of the harnesses and how to tie eachother in to the bungee lines. The guides would go over the lines, then drop the floor from under the jumpee, allowing them to fall. Nigellus was about to tie his own bungee cable, seeing that it was loose at one point. He tested it. It seemed fine, but just in case.. "Nigellus, can you come tie me in?" Sarah asked. Nigellus, unthinkingly, tied her in with the loose cable. He was still holding on to the loose part with his hand, since he was instructed to hold onto the cable until the jumper had fallen. The floor fell out from under his sister, then Nigellus realized his mistake. Nigellus, speechless, let go of the rope, realizing it was too late. His sister fell, but as soon as the cord went taut, and everyone was waiting expectantly for her to come back through the trapdoor, she never came. Instead, the absence of her presence was the most of her that they got to witness, before she landed head first in shallow water, at the bottomm of the ravine. Nigel, after several moments, realized what happened. The cord snapped. He stepped forwards, punching a guide in the face, then kicking the other one in the balls, making him jump, then punching him in the face. Nigel, wordlessly, with help from Nigellus, got his children back in the car, going back to their house. Nigellus moved out, dropping out of college, only two days later. And then, he was responsible for a third murder. One of a girl he had never met before. The degree of murder didn't matter to him- all he could see was her face. Haunting him. Nigellus was the man who could kill your children, then get off on a technicality. Or simply never get tried in court. A killer, from the start. Theme Song: "The Song of Storms", Composed by Koji Kondo.[/centre] [centre][youtube]HcOjpG27LEQ[/youtube][/centre] --- Other Likes: Entertaining others, and himself. Dislikes: His family, anyone to tie him back to his own life- he just wants to start anew, escape from his past.