UNDERWOOD, Nikolas Rodney

[Nikolas Underwood]

♦NikolasRodneyUnderwood♦

“I've been to black and back,
I've whited out my name.
A lack of hope, a lack of pain,
A lack of anything to say.”
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♦the clock hit twelve
and they entered the room♦

Birth Name::[/b] Nikolas Rodney Underwood.
Nickname(s)::[/b] Nik, Nikki (to close friends only), Nyx.
Age::[/b] Twenty four years old.
Birthday::[/b] November third, nineteen eighty eight.
Gender::[/b] Male
Orientation::[/b] Neither, since his death.
Canon/Original::[/b] Original

♦but if looks could kill
then we all would be doomed♦

Hair::[/b] Long, shoulder lengthed black hair. It's uncared for and is usually wild, sticking up and the like.
Eyes::[/b] Mismatched eyes, he's got one healthy brown one, and a cloudy, milky eye which he is blind in. He was born with it.
Height::[/b] Six foot three inches.
Weight::[/b] A hundred and twenty pounds.
Play-by::[/b] Marilyn Manson
Appearance::[/b]

Nik is pale and very tall. He's thin, too the point that he looks under nourished. He's got a long face with a sharp set of cheek bones and a large, Romanesque nose. His eyes are well spaced, but of two different colours which gives him an unnerving look. one is a healthy, warm brown, the other a milky white of a cataract. He's got a full set of lips and nice big white teeth behind them

He's thin, as stated, but has wide, bony shoulders and a very slim waist. His hands are long with elegant fingers that end in long, nails that are filed into points. He's also taken care to file his canine teeth into points as well, all the better to eat you with, m'dear. His feet are big, but again, thin and cat-like. For his height, he can move fairly silently.

He's prone to wearing whatever clothes he can find, usually in black. He's still wearing a pair of skinny jeans, in black, and a faded band shirt and fraying black hoodie that he was wearing when he died. The front is usually stained heavily with blood, but the dark colour of his sweater hides it well. His hair, which is also black, his cut just at his shoulders, but he usually doesn't maintain it, so it's usually very messy and matted.

♦after just one kiss
you’re not able to move♦

Likes::[/b]
-Blood
-People Screaming
-Beauty
-Snow
-Cold Nights
-The Moon
-Death from Above 1979 (band)
-Not wearing shoes or socks
-Solitude
-Dry places to sleep
-The colour black
-Skinny Jeans
-Chocolate

Dislikes::[/b]
-Thunderstorms
-Rain
-Sudden loud noises
-Guns
-Awakened
-Not feeding
-Being damp
-The colour orange
-Christmas
-People who are too Cheery

Strengths::[/b]
-Very fast in movement
-Graceful
-He can keep a secret very well
-Can move very quietly
-Very good poker face
-Can hear very well

Weaknesses::[/b]
-Blind in one eye (has a big blind spot, ha-ha.)
-No control over his blood lust
-Scared to death of thunderstorms
-Can't be in enclosed places, even small rooms.
-Impulsive
.
Habits::[/b]
-Cracks his knuckles, neck and spine, a lot.
-Picks at the skin around his nails
-Licks his lips when he's nervous
-Files his nails a lot
-Speaking condescendingly to others.

Secrets::[/b]
-He's afraid of Thunderstorms
-He's got a twin bother who's still alive somewhere
-He's a plagued
Goals::[/b]
-Become in more control of his strength and blood lust
-Find his brother Louis

Fears::[/b]
-Thunderstorms
-Enclosed spaces
-Spiders
-Guns

Personality::[/b]

Nik is quiet and rather stoic, but when he does speak, his tongue is as sharp as a razor blade. He's cold, cruel and mean. He doesn't like other people and would prefer if they kept their distance. He's dishonest, pessimistic and would rather keep to himself. However, most of this is just a front because he doesn't like getting attached to people.

If you squeeze past that, Nik can be good humoured, if a little dark and extremely loyal. The people he had picked as his friends are people he would kill for. He's also rather depressed, he's been suffering from it for as long as he can remember, but he tries not to show it around anyone except the ones he trusts the most.

Since his change, he's been impulsive and rash. He finds it hard to control his urges and really doesn't attempt to curb them at all. He enjoys the rush that hunting gives him, the purpose. Life before this was boring, and now, it was fun. He's incredibly stubborn and will not change his opinion on anything, even if proven wrong. He is very strong willed and doesn't like listening to other people, even if his best interest is at heart.

♦this place is prison
i’m chained up, i give up♦

Hometown::[/b] Detroit, Michigan
Current Town::[/b] Angel Falls
Parents::[/b]
- Father, Rodney Underwood, 45-deceased
-Mother, Bella Underwood, 50 -deceased
Siblings::[/b]
-Brother-Louis Underwood, 24- Whereabouts unknown
-Sister, Gemma Underwood, 24- Deceased
Relatives::[/b] No other family, Bella and Rodney had cut all ties with their families when they had gotten married. Neither family approved of the marriage.
Pets::[/b] No pets.
History::[/b]

He grew up in Detroit. It was just Daddy dearest and mother and his two siblings. Triplets. His mother had always stated that they had been mistakes. They were raised at home and home schooled, mother, insane and delusional, did not trust the public school system. Nik was very close to his brother Louis and sister Gemma. Thicker than thieves, his father used to say.

When he was five, Rodney started drinking and when he drank, he was mean. He liked to hit the kids around, especially if he was in a foul mood. He grew up resentful, mean and estranged. He didn't trust anyone that wasn't Louis or Gemma, how could any one else ever understand what their lives were like?

When he was eighteen, him and his siblings moved out to Angel Falls for school. Nik in photography, Gemma in toxicology and Louis took Journalism. Everything was fine until that Christmas dinner. Mother had gotten sick with the flu, and then dad too. It took on suddenly, and they both passed just hours after the three of them flew in from school for the holidays. It wasn't long after that Gemma fell ill, and passed as well. The hospitals were too full, and it seemed like everyone was sick. They buried her in the backyard, along with their parents. Next, he was sick, and he guessed he died.

He woke up and Louis was gone. He had terrible cravings for meat and blood and it wasn't long until he was satisfying those urges. He liked it. Hunting was fun. It increased his strength, his speed. The more he ate, the better he became. The more human he looked too.

♦they don’t care for nobody else
they’re in their own world♦

Occupation::[/b] Was a photography student, now, unemployed.
Blood Lust’s Control::[/b] Very little, and he makes no effort to control it.
Eating Habits::[/b] Frequently, at least once a day, usually survivors and particularly the pretty ones. He likes to drink the blood, then eat some of the flesh.
Reborn Age::[/b] Two months. One of the earlier to re-awaken.

♦i gotta leave this room
cuz it’s starting to spin♦

Name::[/b] Lee
RP Experience::[/b] A long time. Over ten years.
Contact Info::[/b]PM me.
Found Us::[/b] Proboards ad post.
Other Characters Here::[/b] William "Wormwood" Taylor
Password::[/b] ADMIN EDIT - Correct
RP Sample::[/b]

He did not look the like of this human, be her enlightened or just a survivor. She had a mean look in her eye and it was only verified by the words tumbling from her mouth. "Look..." He started, waving out the hand holding the remainder of his sandwich. His voice was nasal and brimming with cynicism. "All I want to do is eat my goddamned sandwich, is that all really too much to ask?" He questioned, rolling his eyes. It's not like she could kill him, he was already dead. "It isn't enough, that I had to wake up. It wasn't enough that I found out I was dead... but NOW!" He made an exasperated noise that was half a chuckle and have a snort. "I can't even eat my sandwich in peace?"

William stood. "Fine, I'll move on. I just was enjoying myself, you know, finding peace as a zombie is surprisingly difficult." He finished off the sandwich, juice from the meat running down his chin. He wiped it away with his sleeve. "Put that gun down, I ain't going to eat you, sweetheart." He muttered, rolling his eyes again.

"It's surprising what the world has come to, being judged before they even get to know you." He shook his head. "Everything is going to be alright they said! You'll be fine, they said!" He ranted. "Yeah, everything is just peachy-keen! Couldn't be any better! Greatest day of MY life!" He muttered sarcastically.

"As if being able to feel the maggots under my skin wasn't bad enough. Fine! Fine!" He threw up his hands. "I'm going, jeez." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and took a step back from the direction he had come from. He looked her over. "You know. I enjoy being dead. Greatest thing that ever happened to me." His words, if real tangible things, would have dripped poison. "We're the lucky ones. I feel real bad for you, sweetheart. Real bad." He shrugged his shoulders. "So where do I go? Wander the forest until I rot?" He asked darkly.

"Yeah, sure, sounds like a great time! It'll be a blast!"

♦there’s no escape
from this mess that i’m in♦
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[!Kalamity {Harmony} Jackaal~!]

MEEK! I love him already! xD he's going to be quiet the interesting plagued to RP with! Can't wait! =D

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