[hider=NICK] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/d13Lr2C.png?1[/img][/CENTER] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMI2PbE.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Pa7ZaUv.png[/img][/CENTER] π—™π—¨π—Ÿπ—Ÿ π—‘π—”π— π—˜ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent]Nicolas Black[/indent] π—”π—šπ—˜ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]39[/INDENT] π—”π—£π—£π—˜π—”π—₯π—”π—‘π—–π—˜ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] [list] [*] After his run in with the wolf that turned him, Nick has been left with scars littered over his skin. Long stretches of claw marks in group of twos and threes, on his torso, back, arms and legs, some even stretching up to his neck and visible beneath the collar of his shirts. The most noticeable is the bite mark - several jagged marks surrounding his right forearm. [*] A lifetime of smoking and drinking have left him with a husky, gravelly voice, that sometimes sounds quite hoarse. He figures with the werewolf gene he probably won't get cancer now, so has made no efforts to stop in his nicotine or alcohol addictions. [*] His rough voice is paired with a Scottish accent - strong, but not indecipherable. [*] It's not unusual for him to show up to work unshaven, unshowered, and generally quite messy. He can look good when he puts effort in, but doesn't see much point these days when he can throw on some deodorant and just leave the house. [/list] [/INDENT] π—’π—–π—–π—¨π—£π—”π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Detective Inspector with Edgetoun Police.[/INDENT] π—™π—”π—–π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Nick was only running solo for a few weeks before Zephyrus Accord found him and invited him to join them. He's been running with the pack for a good ten years now, and has risen to the rank of Beta.[/INDENT] π—£π—˜π—₯π—¦π—’π—‘π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Before his change, Nick was an easy-going individual. Although still quite irritable, he retained good humour, an active social life, and plenty of positivity about the future. However, post-biting, he became a far darker individual. Nick lost his empathy for many, the small amount he retains goes towards the victims he deals with in his work... and even then, it’s not all that obvious at times. It’s easier for him to block off his emotions and act [color=#f3e981][b]cynically[/b][/color] or callously towards everything, rather than actually risk his feelings by caring too much about someone. Being emotionally [color=#f3e981][b]distant[/b][/color] is easier sometimes, even if it hurts other people's feelings. However, his trust in others hasn't completely dissolved, nor has his hope for the future. Among friends he becomes far more [color=#f3e981][b]warm[/b][/color], and although his humour remains [color=#f3e981][b]dark[/b][/color] and his outlook [color=#f3e981][b]pessimistic[/b][/color], he'll still stand by as a [color=#f3e981][b]loyal[/b][/color] and steadfast friend. Perhaps a side-effect of his pack mentality, but even within the Accord he only fully trusts a scant few. Another side effect of his biting has been that of his temper. He had always been a bit [color=#f3e981][b]short-tempered[/b][/color], but now when he loses it, his animalistic side will make itself known. As far as he knows he's never hurt anyone thanks to his temper or werewolf side yet, but it's a constant worry for the man. Especially when it comes to keeping his condition secret. [/INDENT] π—›π—œπ—¦π—§π—’π—₯𝗬 [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Even when he was just a young lad growing up in Scotland, Nick had been seen as an idealist. Someone who had bright hopes for the future, no matter how ridiculous or fat-fetched it seemed. In the fairly deprived area he grew up in, his family and friends scoffed at the idea of him becoming a copper and turning their neighbourhood around single-handedly. Of course, they were quite correct - he couldn't even find a job in his hometown once graduating University, let alone become their policing champion. Still, he wasn't deterred, instead finding a posting down south in London, close to where he'd studied for his degree. The area was crime ridden, and could use all the help it could get. Edgetoun seemed perfect. So perfect in fact, that he met the love of his life there. Saoirse had lived in Edgetoun just a few years more than he had, and when they met for the first time, it didn't take long for them to start dating. Even more time after that, Nick popped the question and she accepted. His brother said that he was rushing things, but Nick was completely head over heels for the girl. He didn't even question that she vanished once a month either, but of course, this was long before the days of Nick Bloodfang. He has nothing to suspect, not even when she hurriedly plucked him out of work one day for a "surprise holiday". She looked frazzled, as if someone were chasing her, but Nick put it down to nerves over her work or something. He was totally oblivious, just happy to spend a few days at the Cornish beaches with his love. The night after they arrived was a full moon, but Saoirse hadn't been caught unawares. She was a lone wolf, who had bright ideas of forming her own pack one day. Edgetoun was just the worst place possible to do so, with Bisclavret running around. Skipping town with who she intended to be her very first member and Beta wolf. All she had to do was bite him... but she hadn't been a Werewolf for very long herself, and had not learnt how to fully control herself in her wolf form. Nick watched her shift at their modest camp perched atop a cliffside, but didn't get very far before she descended upon him, unable to control the thrill of the hunt running through her veins and barely holding back. Whether she finally got a hold of herself or was scared off by somebody else, Nick didn't know. He just awoke in the nearest hospital some days later, littered in deep claw marks and bites and police searching for "missing" fiance. He had discharged himself earlier than was healthy for him, but the Doctor's couldn't persuade him to remain any longer. Not with Saoirse out there, and the familiar ground of Edgetoun that he would feel so much safer in beckoning. It turns out that this was the entirely right move - it didn't take very long after his very first change under a full moon for a group to approach him. Other Werewolves like himself, only this time, they were a pack. Some could shift whenever they wanted, and others could control themselves in their wolf form. But more than anything, they were good people, hopeful for a cure for the disease that affected them all. The actions of his fiance had shaken Nick's trust in others completely, but seeing no other choice, he accepted their help and joined the Zephyrus Accord. That was ten years ago now, and Nick hasn't really changed all that much. The benefits of being in a pack - especially now, as a Beta - far outweigh the negatives, but the constant skirmishes with Bisclavret are equal parts tiresome as they are frightening. His trust in others is still shaky, barring the few friends he is loyal too, and he's lost the happy-go-lucky idealism that affected him so much as a kid. There's been no sign of Saoirse in the past decade, and he considers her good riddance. For now, Nick does as his Alpha tells him in the pack, and keeps his head down and does his job as a DC; trying to help out "in-the-closet" Supes he may encounter in the line of duty because he knows the desire to remain hidden from humans. Over the years he's learnt how to shift into wolf form without the aid of a full moon, and retain his free-will because of it. Unfortunately, when the moon does come around, it has retained full control over him. Until he learns control, Nick locks himself up in an abandoned hospital a few miles outside of Edgetoun every full moon, ensuring that he isn't around any innocents to harm. [/INDENT] 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗒𝗨π—₯π—œπ—§π—˜ 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗑𝗧𝗦 [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] [b]Edgetoun Police Station[/b] Even when not clocked in, Nick can often be found in his office here, poring over open cases and doing various errands for the others in the building. It gets the work done, and beats going home alone every night. [b]The Slye Fox[/b] Although a bit busier than he'd like, it seems to have been designated the local drinking hole for the Police in Edgetoun, so he tags along with the others. [b]The Watering Hole[/b] Although known for it's depressing atmosphere, Nick prefers it to the other, more bustling pubs in town. Most of the time his foul mood matches up with the other people drinking there, but he generally keeps himself to himself. [b]Rosemary Heights Sanitorium[/b] A dilapidated and well abandoned building now, Rosemary Heights was once home to many several decades ago during the outbreak of Consumption. Nowadays it is known for being haunted, but the ghosts don't bother Nick, if they're really present. The isolated basements in the abandoned hospital work well to keep him locked up and safe while turning on a Full Moon. He also practices his turning here, and it's where he developed the ability to turn whenever he pleases. Thrill-Seekers and those interested in the macabre may tread here also, hoping to catch a glimpse of the past in it's rotting halls. [/INDENT] 𝗙π—₯π—œπ—˜π—‘π——π—¦ & π—™π—”π— π—œπ—Ÿπ—¬ [color=#f3e981]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Brother: Robert Black Epsilon Friend from Zephyrus Accord: [url=http://www.latimes.com/resizer/rGlkYXI4WFaKVRDshHrcvaBEpxk=/1400x0/www.trbimg.com/img-5a2ee4a9/turbine/la-lb-media-2951729_et_0728_schreiber_mwy_0071-20171211-120346/900]Aidan[/url][/INDENT] [/hider]