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Character Name: Nick Leighty
Full Name: Nicolas Robert-Melvin Leighty (NIH-KOH-LAS LAY-TEE)
Nicknames: Nicky, Nic, Nike, Whitey (WHY-TEE)
Age: 20 (Cursed to stay the same age forever. He is actually 249 Years old, he still acts like mischievous teenager though.)
Birthday/year: March 25th 1763
Marital Status: Single.
Hair: White. (Hence his nickname.) He has two streaks of blue on the left side.
Eyes: His eyes change color a lot. Refer to the list below.
Angry, Irritated, or Annoyed Dark red.
Happy, Glad, Intrigued, or Approving - Light Blue.
Deceiving, Dirty, or Mischievous - Grey.
Aroused, or Uncomfortable - Green.
Tired, Bitchy, Irritable - Black.
Antagonizing, Looking-for-a-fight - White.
Sad, Upset, alone - Purple
Origin: Born and raised in what is now Boston Massachusetts. He was born 13 years before the Revolutionary War.
Language: English, German, Italian, Spanish, Latin, Old English, Hungarian, French, Japanese, and Dutch
Blood Type: AB Negative
Height: 6 “3”
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: 213 lbs. A fairly muscular, well balanced structure. He has a scarred left hand, from a fire pit incident a few years ago. A small scar on the left side of his chin, and a mole on his right temple.
Race/Species: He is Caucasian, with Italian, and Native American from his mother’s side. Hungarian, and German from his father's side.
Uncle: Christopher Hale. (The one whom had cursed him.)
Siblings: He had two sisters. Taylor Michelle Leighty, And Angelina Marie Hale. He had outlived them both due to his long life.
Friends/Allies: None at the moment.
Enemies: His Uncle, Whom he has not seen in over 220 Years.
Beliefs/Religion: Christianity. He does not pray regularly, but he does believe.
Career/Past Careers: Blacksmith/Gunsmith from age 12-18. He had quit his job at age 19, then dissapeared. Where he had actually gone to live with his uncle.
Dreams/Life Goals: He has never told anyone.
Hobbies: He loves to draw, Sit on his laptop, and text whoever friend he has.
Likes: Stargazing. Wearing his hoody, even if its warm out. Animals.
Dislikes: Mean People. Judgemental people. People that make fun of other people. People that don’t like people because they don't listen to certain people.
Fears: He doesn’t say.
Skills: Video games. Mind and strategy games. (Therefore he is good at planning.) Ignoring people.
Weakness: He does not communicate with people very well. New friends. Women in high-heels. eBay.
Good Qualities: OCD. He likes things organized. He prefers to be clean.
Bad Habits: He drinks to much soda. Preferably pepsi ( :D )
Turn On's: When people scratch his neck, back, Or pulls his hair.
Turn Offs: Preppy,Full-of-themself People, but he doesnt like people that constantly deprive themselves either.
Normal Talents: He is very good at logical problems. He can think out, solve, and predict the outcome of a scenario all in his head. He is good at science and math.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: Eternal Life.
Temperament: He is a very shy person. To most people, he is good looking, But modest. He is not one to put himself first. He prefers to stay quiet, and keep to himself. He does not like to work in large groups, prefferably a group of 1-3 other people, or alone. He is difficult to deal with at times. He does not start conversations. If you can get him on a topic he enjoys, he could talk for hours. He does tend to trust people to easily.
Background: 1763 was his era. Born 13 years before the revolutionary war, He worked as a blacksmith and gunsmith for his town. Apprenticed to the esteemed Paul Revere. He taught him how to work a blacksmith and anvil like a champ. He made things from muskets, to daggers. From Bows, to Two hand swords. Yet he could only make early types of weaponry. He is skilled with both older, and modern typed weapons. At the age of 18, he stopped working as a blacksmith when his parents were killed in the Revolutionary war, and left him a war orphan. At age 19, he disappeared from Boston, and went to live with his uncle, whom was ill. His uncle had found out that if he was to bestow a curse on a minor, he would be cured of his sickness. His uncle had done this months later. He then moved from town to town, changing his name, using various aliases. He had to move towns, or states every 10-12 years, because he had stayed looking the same. He had never had a real relationship because of this. One default to his eternal life, is that he can still be killed. If a gun is put to his head and he is shot, he will die. Yet standard ways of living, such as Life-Threatening diseases, or body impairing illnesses, do not affect him. Yet he can still catch colds, flu’s and other common sicknesses.
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