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[sub][color=black]Николай Федоров[/color]
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[color=white][color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Character Info[/b][/color]
	[color=ACE1AF]Full Name:[/color] Nikolay Renat  Ignatiy
	Kazimir Amvrosiy Erast 
	Federov
	[color=ACE1AF]Nicknames:[/color] маленькая мышка
	Malen'kya Myshka
	[color=ACE1AF]Birth Place:[/color] Императорский трон	
	[color=ACE1AF]Age:[/color] 28
	[color=ACE1AF]Nameday:[/color] Mid Dec.
	[color=ACE1AF]Gender:[/color] Male
	[color=ACE1AF]Pronouns:[/color] He/Him
	[color=ACE1AF]Sexuality:[/color] Gay
	[color=ACE1AF]Build:[/color] Slender
	[color=ACE1AF]Eyes:[/color] Hazel
	[color=ACE1AF]Body Modifications:[/color] None
	[color=ACE1AF]Education:[/color] Bachelors
	[color=ACE1AF]Habits:[/color] Singing/Humming, 
	Fiddling/Fidgeting
	[color=ACE1AF]Hobbies:[/color] Playing the flute, 
	Alchemy, Studying 
	
	
[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Fears[/b][/color] 
	● Societal Parties
	● Politicicking
	● Blindness

[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Likes[/b][/color] 
	● Music
	● Numbers & Chemistry
	● Crafting
	● Problem Solving
	● Morality
	● Kindness
	
[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Dislikes[/b][/color] 
	● Cruelty
	● Being Useless
	● Dyslexia (His)
	● Violence (Unnecessary)
	● The Smog
	● Unreliably Sourced Materials


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[color=white][color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Profession[/b][/color] - 
	Alchemist

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[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Skills[/b][/color] - 
	● Flute
	● Alchemy
	● Herbology
	● Zoology (Ethology)
	● Geology


[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Weaknesses[/b][/color] -
	● Dyslexia (Imperial)
	● Deception
	● Can’t Swim[/list]
	
[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Languages[/b][/color] -
	● Imperial*
	● Ancient Fae*
	● Common	

[color=ACE1AF][b]►[/b] [b]Possessions[/b][/color] - Maximum of 8.
	
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Winters have always been harsh for my family, the cold has a way of seeping into your bones. This winter, this day, has been particularly difficult for my family, for I am now the last remaining member and I have only known eight winters to my name. My father was a Smog Runner, doing what he could to help out and make ends meet. This run was meant to be a massive pay off, help us for months to come, but all it did was tear us apart. The Smog had finally gotten to my father, too many cracks in his mask barely held together by tape. The death had many names, we simply called it the black lung. He died tried to make the delivery, some fanciful package for a prick with enough means to lavish in, and to ‘get back’ the money they'd lost because of it. You see, organs have a great deal of value in the right markets, blood even more so for the gluttonous scab lickers. So when they found out the package had been lost due to death, they thought it only right to come to our house and take my mother from me as well. I served no use to them, sitting there covered in tears and blood, so they left me to die.

I cannot say how much time has passed since I became a child of the streets, wandering aimlessly as I wondered where my food would come from next. The nights were particularly troublesome in an attempt to find warmth and shelter from both the elements and the dreaded Smog. That was until I stumbled upon the Institution. There was plenty of discarded food, warm places to hide, and knowledge to be learned. I took quickly to the schools ‘Alchemy’ , sneaking into the cabinets at night to practice with the chemicals they had at hand, using the days teachings to further my understanding of how they worked. It felt, natural, as if my hands and mind knew what to do and when. I could hear the solutions being made and when the appropriate time was to move them off the flame or go to another stage of production. 

My solitude didnt last. I was caught one evening by a Professor, yet he did not scold me or seem upset at my intrusion. Instead he seemed deeply curious to what I had been doing, what schooling I had. I told him none, that it was more instinctive than learned beyond the lectures I'd heard. The scents, the sounds, the sight of each reagent and ingredient I used helped me to perform my Alchemy. He tested me, asked me to do various solutions, solve problems based on what he'd created, or have me replicate concoctions he'd made. I passed each one. I could not however do anything that required reading, it was then he had finally decided. He said my talents were not to be wasted but nurtured, and so he took me in. He taught me to read, how to behave around polite society. He taught me to dance the minuet, to fold a napkin correctly, and opened up my world in ways I hadn't even knew it could be. 

When I was deemed ready, I was enrolled into his Institution. I was amazed at how much more I was able to learn especially with all thr books I now had access to. The Imperial was difficult to get by with, the letters seemed to jumble and disguise their own meanings, yet the Old Fae language seemed much easier to me. I [i]thrived[/i] at the Institution, devouring knowledge as quickly as I could, and once I had graduated I wanted to do nothing more than explore. Labs were all well and fine, but I wanted to see the world and learn what I could in the fields. I began attending seminars at the Leveilleur Exploration Society and that led to me signing up for my first expedition. 

It has been twenty winters since that fateful day, since I lost my family. I have now undergone two expeditions and explored the world at large with them. A new frontier has opened up, said to house more of the Old Worlds civilization and history. I wish to be one of the people who breaks ground and lives to tell the tale, and so I have signed up. I am told that it is dangerous, long, and a difficult journey. I find the only difficult thing about it will be how many Nobles may be getting on board along with me. I have no love for the Spires nor the Empire that has allowed for such disparity to bloom. They wouldnt not see me as human, but another number to their forces and I doubt even they understand how any of what they control is done. My only hope is they will leave me be on this journey and that they pack enough ‘food’ for themselves along the way.

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