Nicholas Sandrose

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

( * AND HE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Nicholas said he'd never leave

( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .

[/b] and i guess i have some pet names but that's the name i like. anyways, i've been pulling these strings for four years and you don't know how many puppets i've made dance. it's hard when we're all on these different times, and so you know that i'm not some lunatic who's never on, i'm on central so there you are! oh, right, i almost forgot! sometimes you can catch me impersonating no one else yet and i'm loving it too! you need proof of my puppetry skills? fine! i swear, you're gonna be amazed, though.

Effrem leaned against an old marble pillar in one of Tulour’s public gardens. Above him, a slight breeze rustled through the palm leaves, making shadows dance across the face of a nearby statue. On the ground by his feet, a few ripe dates had already fallen. The smell of their slow decay filled the warm air with a pleasant sweetness.

As the minutes passed, Effrem found himself succumbing to a dreamlike state. He still couldn’t quite believe he was standing in this oasis. How did such a thing manage to exist? How could it remain untouched by the blood and death which plagued the countryside around it?

So much blood. So much death. Effrem had begun to think they would be all he’d ever see, all he’d ever feel. Everything else would fade away, until his heart became a forgotten battleground, a scorched patch of earth littered with rotting corpses.

But that had all changed in a moment. The moment he met her, his precious Jacynth. She reminded him what happiness was. Happiness -- that strange emotion he’d left behind somewhere in childhood, before his failed birthright ceremony, before his relentless physical training, before his life as a soldier. With the smallest smile, Jacynth gave it back to him. With the softest whisper of her sultry voice, she made him forget that it had ever been gone.

Effrem had never been particularly comfortable around Aristos. But Jacynth wasn’t like any Aristo he’d ever met. She didn’t get impatient when he stumbled over his own words, she didn’t get angry when he bumped into things. She calmed him with her presence until his nervousness evaporated. She made him a better man. All his practice, all his training...it had made him a better soldier. But she was the only thing which ever made him a better man.

Reaching into his pocket, Effrem fingered a small gift box. He knew how much Jacynth loved jewelry. With his soldier’s wages, he probably could have bought her a nice enough trinket. But it would not have carried the significance of this present. It was his oldest possession. In many ways, it was the most precious thing he could give her.

Except for his heart. And he’d given her that minutes after they met.

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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .

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[/color] FULL NAME :
Nicholas Sandrose, no particular meaning.
--- * NICKNAMES :
None
--- * AGE :
Forty-five (although he looks more like twenty-two)
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
November 18, 1964
--- * GENDER :
Male
--- * SEXUALITY :
Straight
--- * RACE :
Mortal
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Original

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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .

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Josh Groban
--- * BODY TYPE :
Nicholas is of average build, leaning slightly towards lanky. His hands and feet are a little larger than seems proportional for the rest of him, occasionally giving the impression of a puppy which hasn’t quite grown into its adult body. Nicholas keeps himself fit, in order to have the stamina and breath required for performances, but he’s far from buff.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
5’10”, 150 pounds
--- * HAIR :
Nicholas’s hair is brown with lighter highlights, like the grain of fine wood. It falls down to the base of his neck in a mass of unruly curls. While composing, Nicholas has been known to stick a quill pen in his hair, and then forget, sometimes walking around with it lodged there for several hours afterwards.
--- * EYES :
Nicholas’s eyes are the same shade of brown as milk chocolate. However, when the light strikes them just right, it reveals flecks of gold. When Nicholas is angry or aroused, his eyes darken to a shade so dark it is almost black.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
Nicholas has thin scar across his stomach where he was hurt in a carpentry accident.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
Nicholas is almost handsome. But features like his long face and thick eyebrows (which jump up like startled caterpillars whenever he’s surprised) undercut his conventional good looks with a slight aura of goofiness. This isn’t helped by the fact that Nicholas often wanders around in a daze, his head full of whatever composition he’s working on, oblivious to the ink stain marring his cheek. He tries to dress in a manner befitting his court position. But unless he’s performing, some detail is almost out of place: a button undone, a bootlace trailing along behind him, or a bit of shirt that didn’t quite get tucked in.
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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .

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[/color] LIKES / TURN ONS :
Music, his queen, thunderstorms, solitary walks, good wine, horseback riding, adventure stories, magic, anything sweet.
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
Boring speeches, meeting new people, being interrupted while composing, bullies, caged birds, arrogance, cruelty, the color grey, anyone who speaks against his queen, anyone with no ear for music.
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
Talented singer/composer, absolutely loyal to those he cares about, will stand up for what he believes is right, can speak very poetically when he’s at ease, surprisingly good dancer.
Babbles when nervous, not a quick thinker, can’t fight, is sometimes clumsy, lets his fears stand in the way of pursuing things he desires.
--- * FEARS :
Losing his inspiration, being rejected by his queen, returning to the mortal world, evil fae, spiders.
--- * PERSONALITY :
Gentle, passionate, generous, devoted, shy, homesick, awkward, absent-minded, romantic, dreamer.

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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .

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[/color] PARENTS :
Lorelei Sandrose, died when Nicholas was young.
William Sandrose, 70, retired from being a carpenter
--- * SIBLINGS :
None
--- * LOVERS :
Nicholas pines for Queen Ellylon En Ersen, but hasn’t worked up his courage to tell her so. Instead, he puts his feelings into the songs he writes for her.
--- * PETS :
No pets. But Nicholas makes a habit of feeding the wild birds.
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
Nicholas was born to a working class family. When he was young, his mother sung him beautiful lullabies, which Nicholas adored. But after she died, there was no more singing in the Sandrose household. Nicholas’s father, a rather stern and practical man, began teaching his son the trade of carpentry.

Unknown to his father, Nicholas still clung to memories of his mother’s lullabies. And, when he was fourteen, he began to compose his own music. At first, he simply hummed tunes to himself. But as the music grew in complexity, so did his need for a way to write it down. Telling his father that he’d been hired for a carpentry job, Nicholas snuck off to the local library every morning and taught himself musical notation. At last, he could write down the songs which haunted him.

For several years, Nicholas honed his skills in secret. Then, when he turned eighteen, he finally worked up the courage to show his father what he’d done. Unfortunately, rather than being pleased by his son’s talent, Nicholas’s father flew into a rage, berating Nicholas for wasting so much time on something which would never put food on the table. Then he grabbed the precious composition sheets and tried burn them. In the attempt to save his work, Nicholas struck his father. That was the final straw. Nicholas’s father threw him out, and then tossed the composition sheets out after him.

Clutching his work, Nicholas wandered the dark streets, unsure where to go or what to do. That was when a beautiful woman appeared to him. She told him that she was his muse, and that if he came with her, she’d take him to a place where he could write and perform music forever. Needless to say, Nicholas went.

Nicholas was more than a little unsettled when he realized that the woman who had appeared to him was actually fae and a member of the Argentum court. But she kept her promise, and Nicholas was allowed to concentrate on his music with no concern for anything else. Soon, his talent caught the eye of Queen Ellylon En Ersen, who made him the official court bard. Nicholas now spends most of his time composing and performing songs to glorify the queen -- a task he has little difficulty with, since he is secretly in love with her.


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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .

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[/color] RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
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( * CREDITS ! )
ohwhoah .

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