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Description

Art to be completed after E4!
Content Warning: Mention of suicide

NPC Type: Primary
Associated PC: Benigdili
Name: Nicolas Ravel
[ Nikˈohˈla ]
Nickname: Nic

Born: 1660 on Terre-de-Haut Island
Physical Age: 34; entered in 1694
True Age: 235; no skip
Height: 6’1”
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown

District: Heiros
Faction: Insurgent, moderate

Nic has lived in the city six times over his previous life. He’s more Syballian than former pirate, more Nic the Attorney than Nic, brother in arms. And while he occasionally misses that old world he left behind, his insurgent leanings lie foremost in his disagreement in government operations, from the instatement of the CAC and the eager completion of the Gilded Spire, to the general lack of transparency from Kardia. Having lived as a pirate, he tasted true freedom—and the citizens of Sybal Heim are not truly free until they are allowed to come and go as they please.

Nic genuinely believes the city can be a good place to live—just those who are running the show are failing to represent and protect the people.

Occupation: Criminal Defense Attorney

Nic has his own practice in Heiros and lives comfortably enough that he is willing to take a case for free or minimal pay when the defendant cannot afford his normal rates. Usually it’s not money, but time that is a limiting factor; he keeps himself busy with his work, and it’s not uncommon that he will be working on several cases at once. Nic offers free consultations and specializes in Feral cases.

Sybal Form: Enfant de l'île (Child of the Isle)

At sunset Nic becomes a winged child, carrying traits of several animals native to his home island. He appears aged around 12 years old, and is short in stature at 4’10” (147 cm). His sea bird's wings grant him the ability to fly, and his reptile tail is deceptively powerful and can be used as a whip. His bat’s ears can hear higher frequencies a human normally couldn’t, and he often wiggles his ears or tilts his head to catch noises in the distance. As a Sybal, his hair is comprised of mist that flows loosely from his head. Always at his side is his fishing spear, which he can throw with lethal force and precision up to 30 meters. He normally wears loose-fitting clothes with an open back to accommodate his wings.

Sybal Power: Mists of Reflection

Nic’s power involves memory reflection: reliving a memory as though it is happening in real time. With some finesse Nic is able to recall or guide individuals towards specific memories and telepathically project them for 5-20 minute stretches. Nic is experienced in guiding others through the Mists of Reflection, but it is often a deeply personal journey that he must directly oversee in order for the process to work. He will not take more than two people at a time, as the more who travel through the mists, the more it stretches his limits and renders reflection impossible.

The process involves Nic sitting down in a quiet, serene environment (usually the forest) alone or with other individuals who either wish to witness a Reflection or Reflect their own memory. As they meditate, they become shrouded in a mist Nic gradually produces. He will try to rekindle the memory by asking after the memory so that the individual can recall it in detail. The process becomes very difficult and prolonged if the memory cannot be accurately recalled; Nic cannot magically fix someone’s forgotten memory.

If meditation is successful, Nic and the “travellers” will open their eyes to a heavy fog; they must then wander out of it into the memory. If unsuccessful, the memory may be incorrect, or they will never find themselves out of the fog. It’s more than likely it will take several tries and nights to Reflect the proper memory. The process ends when they are finished with the viewing or Nic grows weary, and everyone wakes up sitting in a circle where they began.

Nic uses his powers specifically with clients (criminal cases) and those who request it, though he’s often too busy to fulfill requests. If he sees merit in the circumstances and time allows, he will agree to an appointment. Nic will never disclose what he has experienced in another’s memory unless given consent by the person who sourced it.

More specific notes:
-He will try not to do more than one Reflection per night, as more than that tires him. His mist will passively pick up on people’s memories even as he walks the streets, but the exchange is so brief that he only feels a hint of emotion from them.
-The more people in the mist, the more difficult it is to narrow down on a specific memory. More than one witness is overbearing and will distract from the “target memory.”
-His mist has a slight calming effect, which aides in meditation. It is naturally cool to the touch, like true mist.

He will only be able to project the memory for short stretches the more people there are.
-Just Nic: 2-3 hours
-One person + Nic: 30-40 minutes
-Two people + Nic: 10-20 minutes
-Three people + Nic: 5-10 minutes
-Four people + Nic: 2 minutes

Sybal Classification: Reformed Docile

When Nic first entered the city, his Sybal’s behavior was reflective of the simpler times of his childhood in which he and his brother spent their days catching wildlife, spearfishing, and exploring the isle. However, he was not completely harmless. He was prone to lashing out and got into trouble frequently, from stealing to his most severe offenses: at least two counts of assault. Gradually, he grew control over his Sybal through his Power and the passage of time, which helped to heal his heart.

Personality

Nic walks with confidence in his step and warmth in his smile. He listens and speaks with an animated spark in his eyes. It would seem he’s effortlessly charismatic, whether he’s in the courtroom making his closing statements or roaring with laughter among friends. Clients receive his wholehearted attention, and he fights hard for them, spending hours upon hours pouring over research to construct arguments and angles. Juggling twenty cases at a time, one would expect his work schedule to be absolute chaos, but Nic remains punctual, composed, and fashionable to boot. He might have the patience of a saint, but those who miss appointments or intentionally dodge his efforts drives him up a wall. Time is a precious commodity, and those who don’t respect him or his time are the bane of his work.

Underneath his gracious professionalism and cordial nature, there is a somber, bitter undercurrent that draws him into seclusion to recuperate and reflect. Earlier in his career he often struggled to find balance between giving his attention and care to others, and reserving some for himself. It’s an ongoing process, but over the centuries Nic has learned to take better care of himself and has gained more awareness of his faults. His passion can still get the best of him, especially when it comes to defending his clients or friends. Pleasantries go out the window and he can be unflinching, aggressive even to protect those he cares for. As the city’s politics grow more tumultuous and the streets more hazardous, Nic’s frustration mounts. He loathes feeling helpless, so he fights it every chance he gets by advocating for his clients and spreading awareness to those less or ill-informed.

History

Nic was born in 1660 in Îles des Saintes, a small cluster of mountainous islands that were at the time controlled by the French West India Company. The islands were largely inhospitable and did not have wide open plains that made it suitable for major plantations. Still, slavery existed on the barren rock, and they were made to do work that was anything but fishing, which was the pride and heritage of the Breton and Norman fishermen who had established themselves on the islands. Born to a white mother and a black father, Nic and his brother, Henri, were seen as an anomaly; they did not fit into the neat boxes of master or slave. Society was disturbed at the thought of white blood working the fields, and the fishermen chased them off the docks. They were free, but they did not have the same rights or privileges as white men.

Nic spent his early childhood receiving lessons from his mother and tentatively exploring the island on his own. At five, his brother was born, and at six, the threat of war loomed on the islands when the British fleet came and surrounded the archipelago. Nic could not fully understand his mother’s terror, but as they prayed, a great storm shook the island and scattered the British fleet. Nic was left awestruck. The hurricane would forever remain in his mind as the invisible guardian of the islands who had answered their prayers.

Terre-de-Haut was a small island, but Nic and Henri always found a new cove to explore, or an exposed rock face to scale. By the time Nic was 11, the boys knew the island like the back of their hand. When their mother became ill and passed away the following year, the family’s already scant reputation was thrown to the dogs. They spearfished to survive, but Nic wanted more than just to survive. With a fishing boat and supplies, they could catch a surplus of fish to sell to merchants, but his father warned him it wouldn’t work; no one would buy from them, and how would he get a boat? Nic was determined, and he waited until one night a storm brewed over the island. He convinced his brother of the plan, and the two stole a boat and supplies. Some of the fishermen blamed the loss on the storm, while others were immediately suspicious of the boys, who had stashed the boat in a hidden cove. Nic believed they had gotten away with it; he took the boat out to the further islands where he and his brother learned how to use a rod and net, and brought their catch to Terre-de-Bas to sell. Nic disliked being tied down to the islands, now that he could travel further than before. He dreamed of setting sail and never coming back.

That day came quickly and inevitably when Nic and Henri were spotted in their boat off of Terre-de-Haut. The fishermen had sharp memory, and there was no tolerance for thieves among them. Their father tried to take the blame, but it was not enough. They captured him and hunted the boys, who narrowly escaped by hiding out on one of the nearby uninhabited rocks. It was surrounded by a dangerous swell that dissuaded the fishermen to come looking, but they could not remain on the rock forever. Henri was worried for his father and wanted to return, but Nic assured him their father would be fine, and that they needed to leave Îles des Saintes behind for good.

After fleeing their home island, the boys island-hopped throughout the Caribbean down to Martinque and finally up to Saint Domingue, allured by the potential for freedmen to own land. They never settled enough to establish themselves on land and instead worked the sea as sailors and fishermen. Despite numerous opportunities to part ways, the brothers stuck together.

Nic again felt the call to adventure, and in 1679 he and Henri joined a crew of French buccaneers aboard St. Jaques. The fleet merged with English pirates to sail against the Spanish and capture their South American treasures. After the fleet split up, the crew raided along the coast of Nicaragua when their ships were caught ashore by Spanish vessels, who destroyed St. Jaques. The crew were stranded in present-day Panama, then the Isthmus of Darien. As they trekked across the jungle to reach the Pacific side of the isthmus, the crew feared ambush from the purported savage natives, but no such attack occurred. They had more to fear from the encroaching Spanish, who had established a foothold on the isthmus.

Nic and Henri were picked up by a new fleet, similarly comprised of both English and French pirates, and led by an English captain. The fleet had established a trade relationship with the indgenous Gunadule tribe of Darien: the pirates and Gunadule had a common enemy in the Spanish, and in exchange from being a constant thorn in the sides of the Spaniards, the Gunadule received the pirates with hospitality. Nic was ambivalent about the allegiances they had forged; they were privateers, hired to fight a foreign nation’s war a world apart from the homeland. So long as they remained on the move, he was contented to fight in the war and earn his pay from both the French crown and the coastal villages they raided. Henri, on the other hand, had fallen for a Guna woman and wanted to settle down with her. It made Nic uneasy; the Spanish only grew in number and claimed more and more land further south. Henri couldn’t settle on the isthmus. Lingering here only meant death.

Nic made a decision that would haunt him for the next two hundred years. The immediate aftermath was favorable: the stubborn English captain that had kept them tied to Central America had sunk with his ship, freeing the pirate fleet to sail south. They could finally escape the Spanish stronghold, at least temporarily. Henri would not have it, criticizing their flight south as cowardly and bemoaning the loss of his lover, Beni. He threatened to throw himself overboard each day that passed until he finally did. After he’d been fished out of the sea, Nic sat him down and told him a necessary evil: Beni had betrayed them to the Spanish. It was the only explanation for the Spanish to have known their movements that day and to have cut them off at the mouth of the Tuyra River. After that, Henri never mentioned Beni again, and he kept his feet on the deck.

1693 would see the brothers separated at last. Their latest coastal raid had been a colossal defeat against the newly fortified city of Trujillo. The pirates fled for their lives, and Nic found Henri on the beach already dead. Nic abandoned the pirate fleet and was left to mourn in a small fishing village that did not mind his intrusion. The year was spent in a haze. He had not been there to protect his brother. He’d failed him when his little brother needed him most. There was a coldness Nic felt, thinking back to how Henri had not been the same since Darien. There was the image that played over and over in his head of his brother instead dying in the arms of his lover, rather than alone on that godforsaken beach.

Near the anniversary of his brother’s death, Nic took a length of rope, slung it over his back, and took one last walk through the jungle. Sybal Heim opened up to him, and Nic found himself trapped in a small city where there was no sea, no wars, and nowhere else to run. The first few decades were rough, and Nic had trouble adjusting to life in the city, particularly due to his Feral-natured Sybal. He had multiple run-ins with the law, day and night. All good graces spent, Nic served prison time. The sentences were hardly enough to make up for a life of crime, but now that the law had caught up with him, he felt like he didn’t have to run anymore. After half a century of avoiding the past, he was ready to confront his mistakes and make amends. It was a simple concept, but far more difficult in practice.

Nic’s journey into law was inspired by a combination of his sympathy towards Feral individuals who were judged unfairly and the advent of the French Revolution, which he followed with keen interest. After undergoing rigorous schooling, study, and testing, Nic began his career in law as a public defender. He was a strong advocate for keeping Sybalian law up to date with the outside world and wrote papers discussing his grievances, which included the uneven dispersion of justice throughout the districts and Kardia’s capital punishment.

Beni arrived in the city in 1846. Nic was crushed by a century of guilt, and he couldn’t face her until after she had settled down and moved to Doxa. All those years ago they had been little more than acquaintances, familiar out of routine. Still, their first meeting in the city brought great solace to both of them. In a sea of foreign strangers, there was finally a familiar face so firmly rooted in the old world. Over the years the two became close friends and confidants. After Nic had summoned the courage, he tried to tell her the truth, but Beni wouldn’t hear it. She had moved on from that life, and Nic would have to bear the weight of his sins without pardon.

Additional Info:
-Detailed Portrait: sta.sh/02492683x4m1
-Nic is half Senegalese (Jola) and a mixture of Celtic, Latin, and German.
-Scars cross all along his hands and other parts of his body. He’s suffered rope burns, whipping, and injuries from battle.
-He is an accomplished swordsman and he gives Beni lessons.
-Nic’s been a defense attorney for about a century; if you have any ideas for the past, present, or future, hmu! Need an attorney? Better Pick Nic!

Nic & Beni (c) sevenluck
(c) Turtle-Arts

Description

Art to be completed after E4!
Content Warning: Mention of suicide

NPC Type: Primary
Associated PC: Benigdili
Name: Nicolas Ravel
[ Nikˈohˈla ]
Nickname: Nic

Born: 1660 on Terre-de-Haut Island
Physical Age: 34; entered in 1694
True Age: 235; no skip
Height: 6’1”
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown

District: Heiros
Faction: Insurgent, moderate

Nic has lived in the city six times over his previous life. He’s more Syballian than former pirate, more Nic the Attorney than Nic, brother in arms. And while he occasionally misses that old world he left behind, his insurgent leanings lie foremost in his disagreement in government operations, from the instatement of the CAC and the eager completion of the Gilded Spire, to the general lack of transparency from Kardia. Having lived as a pirate, he tasted true freedom—and the citizens of Sybal Heim are not truly free until they are allowed to come and go as they please.

Nic genuinely believes the city can be a good place to live—just those who are running the show are failing to represent and protect the people.

Occupation: Criminal Defense Attorney

Nic has his own practice in Heiros and lives comfortably enough that he is willing to take a case for free or minimal pay when the defendant cannot afford his normal rates. Usually it’s not money, but time that is a limiting factor; he keeps himself busy with his work, and it’s not uncommon that he will be working on several cases at once. Nic offers free consultations and specializes in Feral cases.

Sybal Form: Enfant de l'île (Child of the Isle)

At sunset Nic becomes a winged child, carrying traits of several animals native to his home island. He appears aged around 12 years old, and is short in stature at 4’10” (147 cm). His sea bird's wings grant him the ability to fly, and his reptile tail is deceptively powerful and can be used as a whip. His bat’s ears can hear higher frequencies a human normally couldn’t, and he often wiggles his ears or tilts his head to catch noises in the distance. As a Sybal, his hair is comprised of mist that flows loosely from his head. Always at his side is his fishing spear, which he can throw with lethal force and precision up to 30 meters. He normally wears loose-fitting clothes with an open back to accommodate his wings.

Sybal Power: Mists of Reflection

Nic’s power involves memory reflection: reliving a memory as though it is happening in real time. With some finesse Nic is able to recall or guide individuals towards specific memories and telepathically project them for 5-20 minute stretches. Nic is experienced in guiding others through the Mists of Reflection, but it is often a deeply personal journey that he must directly oversee in order for the process to work. He will not take more than two people at a time, as the more who travel through the mists, the more it stretches his limits and renders reflection impossible.

The process involves Nic sitting down in a quiet, serene environment (usually the forest) alone or with other individuals who either wish to witness a Reflection or Reflect their own memory. As they meditate, they become shrouded in a mist Nic gradually produces. He will try to rekindle the memory by asking after the memory so that the individual can recall it in detail. The process becomes very difficult and prolonged if the memory cannot be accurately recalled; Nic cannot magically fix someone’s forgotten memory.

If meditation is successful, Nic and the “travellers” will open their eyes to a heavy fog; they must then wander out of it into the memory. If unsuccessful, the memory may be incorrect, or they will never find themselves out of the fog. It’s more than likely it will take several tries and nights to Reflect the proper memory. The process ends when they are finished with the viewing or Nic grows weary, and everyone wakes up sitting in a circle where they began.

Nic uses his powers specifically with clients (criminal cases) and those who request it, though he’s often too busy to fulfill requests. If he sees merit in the circumstances and time allows, he will agree to an appointment. Nic will never disclose what he has experienced in another’s memory unless given consent by the person who sourced it.

More specific notes:
-He will try not to do more than one Reflection per night, as more than that tires him. His mist will passively pick up on people’s memories even as he walks the streets, but the exchange is so brief that he only feels a hint of emotion from them.
-The more people in the mist, the more difficult it is to narrow down on a specific memory. More than one witness is overbearing and will distract from the “target memory.”
-His mist has a slight calming effect, which aides in meditation. It is naturally cool to the touch, like true mist.

He will only be able to project the memory for short stretches the more people there are.
-Just Nic: 2-3 hours
-One person + Nic: 30-40 minutes
-Two people + Nic: 10-20 minutes
-Three people + Nic: 5-10 minutes
-Four people + Nic: 2 minutes

Sybal Classification: Reformed Docile

When Nic first entered the city, his Sybal’s behavior was reflective of the simpler times of his childhood in which he and his brother spent their days catching wildlife, spearfishing, and exploring the isle. However, he was not completely harmless. He was prone to lashing out and got into trouble frequently, from stealing to his most severe offenses: at least two counts of assault. Gradually, he grew control over his Sybal through his Power and the passage of time, which helped to heal his heart.

Personality

Nic walks with confidence in his step and warmth in his smile. He listens and speaks with an animated spark in his eyes. It would seem he’s effortlessly charismatic, whether he’s in the courtroom making his closing statements or roaring with laughter among friends. Clients receive his wholehearted attention, and he fights hard for them, spending hours upon hours pouring over research to construct arguments and angles. Juggling twenty cases at a time, one would expect his work schedule to be absolute chaos, but Nic remains punctual, composed, and fashionable to boot. He might have the patience of a saint, but those who miss appointments or intentionally dodge his efforts drives him up a wall. Time is a precious commodity, and those who don’t respect him or his time are the bane of his work.

Underneath his gracious professionalism and cordial nature, there is a somber, bitter undercurrent that draws him into seclusion to recuperate and reflect. Earlier in his career he often struggled to find balance between giving his attention and care to others, and reserving some for himself. It’s an ongoing process, but over the centuries Nic has learned to take better care of himself and has gained more awareness of his faults. His passion can still get the best of him, especially when it comes to defending his clients or friends. Pleasantries go out the window and he can be unflinching, aggressive even to protect those he cares for. As the city’s politics grow more tumultuous and the streets more hazardous, Nic’s frustration mounts. He loathes feeling helpless, so he fights it every chance he gets by advocating for his clients and spreading awareness to those less or ill-informed.

History

Nic was born in 1660 in Îles des Saintes, a small cluster of mountainous islands that were at the time controlled by the French West India Company. The islands were largely inhospitable and did not have wide open plains that made it suitable for major plantations. Still, slavery existed on the barren rock, and they were made to do work that was anything but fishing, which was the pride and heritage of the Breton and Norman fishermen who had established themselves on the islands. Born to a white mother and a black father, Nic and his brother, Henri, were seen as an anomaly; they did not fit into the neat boxes of master or slave. Society was disturbed at the thought of white blood working the fields, and the fishermen chased them off the docks. They were free, but they did not have the same rights or privileges as white men.

Nic spent his early childhood receiving lessons from his mother and tentatively exploring the island on his own. At five, his brother was born, and at six, the threat of war loomed on the islands when the British fleet came and surrounded the archipelago. Nic could not fully understand his mother’s terror, but as they prayed, a great storm shook the island and scattered the British fleet. Nic was left awestruck. The hurricane would forever remain in his mind as the invisible guardian of the islands who had answered their prayers.

Terre-de-Haut was a small island, but Nic and Henri always found a new cove to explore, or an exposed rock face to scale. By the time Nic was 11, the boys knew the island like the back of their hand. When their mother became ill and passed away the following year, the family’s already scant reputation was thrown to the dogs. They spearfished to survive, but Nic wanted more than just to survive. With a fishing boat and supplies, they could catch a surplus of fish to sell to merchants, but his father warned him it wouldn’t work; no one would buy from them, and how would he get a boat? Nic was determined, and he waited until one night a storm brewed over the island. He convinced his brother of the plan, and the two stole a boat and supplies. Some of the fishermen blamed the loss on the storm, while others were immediately suspicious of the boys, who had stashed the boat in a hidden cove. Nic believed they had gotten away with it; he took the boat out to the further islands where he and his brother learned how to use a rod and net, and brought their catch to Terre-de-Bas to sell. Nic disliked being tied down to the islands, now that he could travel further than before. He dreamed of setting sail and never coming back.

That day came quickly and inevitably when Nic and Henri were spotted in their boat off of Terre-de-Haut. The fishermen had sharp memory, and there was no tolerance for thieves among them. Their father tried to take the blame, but it was not enough. They captured him and hunted the boys, who narrowly escaped by hiding out on one of the nearby uninhabited rocks. It was surrounded by a dangerous swell that dissuaded the fishermen to come looking, but they could not remain on the rock forever. Henri was worried for his father and wanted to return, but Nic assured him their father would be fine, and that they needed to leave Îles des Saintes behind for good.

After fleeing their home island, the boys island-hopped throughout the Caribbean down to Martinque and finally up to Saint Domingue, allured by the potential for freedmen to own land. They never settled enough to establish themselves on land and instead worked the sea as sailors and fishermen. Despite numerous opportunities to part ways, the brothers stuck together.

Nic again felt the call to adventure, and in 1679 he and Henri joined a crew of French buccaneers aboard St. Jaques. The fleet merged with English pirates to sail against the Spanish and capture their South American treasures. After the fleet split up, the crew raided along the coast of Nicaragua when their ships were caught ashore by Spanish vessels, who destroyed St. Jaques. The crew were stranded in present-day Panama, then the Isthmus of Darien. As they trekked across the jungle to reach the Pacific side of the isthmus, the crew feared ambush from the purported savage natives, but no such attack occurred. They had more to fear from the encroaching Spanish, who had established a foothold on the isthmus.

Nic and Henri were picked up by a new fleet, similarly comprised of both English and French pirates, and led by an English captain. The fleet had established a trade relationship with the indgenous Gunadule tribe of Darien: the pirates and Gunadule had a common enemy in the Spanish, and in exchange from being a constant thorn in the sides of the Spaniards, the Gunadule received the pirates with hospitality. Nic was ambivalent about the allegiances they had forged; they were privateers, hired to fight a foreign nation’s war a world apart from the homeland. So long as they remained on the move, he was contented to fight in the war and earn his pay from both the French crown and the coastal villages they raided. Henri, on the other hand, had fallen for a Guna woman and wanted to settle down with her. It made Nic uneasy; the Spanish only grew in number and claimed more and more land further south. Henri couldn’t settle on the isthmus. Lingering here only meant death.

Nic made a decision that would haunt him for the next two hundred years. The immediate aftermath was favorable: the stubborn English captain that had kept them tied to Central America had sunk with his ship, freeing the pirate fleet to sail south. They could finally escape the Spanish stronghold, at least temporarily. Henri would not have it, criticizing their flight south as cowardly and bemoaning the loss of his lover, Beni. He threatened to throw himself overboard each day that passed until he finally did. After he’d been fished out of the sea, Nic sat him down and told him a necessary evil: Beni had betrayed them to the Spanish. It was the only explanation for the Spanish to have known their movements that day and to have cut them off at the mouth of the Tuyra River. After that, Henri never mentioned Beni again, and he kept his feet on the deck.

1693 would see the brothers separated at last. Their latest coastal raid had been a colossal defeat against the newly fortified city of Trujillo. The pirates fled for their lives, and Nic found Henri on the beach already dead. Nic abandoned the pirate fleet and was left to mourn in a small fishing village that did not mind his intrusion. The year was spent in a haze. He had not been there to protect his brother. He’d failed him when his little brother needed him most. There was a coldness Nic felt, thinking back to how Henri had not been the same since Darien. There was the image that played over and over in his head of his brother instead dying in the arms of his lover, rather than alone on that godforsaken beach.

Near the anniversary of his brother’s death, Nic took a length of rope, slung it over his back, and took one last walk through the jungle. Sybal Heim opened up to him, and Nic found himself trapped in a small city where there was no sea, no wars, and nowhere else to run. The first few decades were rough, and Nic had trouble adjusting to life in the city, particularly due to his Feral-natured Sybal. He had multiple run-ins with the law, day and night. All good graces spent, Nic served prison time. The sentences were hardly enough to make up for a life of crime, but now that the law had caught up with him, he felt like he didn’t have to run anymore. After half a century of avoiding the past, he was ready to confront his mistakes and make amends. It was a simple concept, but far more difficult in practice.

Nic’s journey into law was inspired by a combination of his sympathy towards Feral individuals who were judged unfairly and the advent of the French Revolution, which he followed with keen interest. After undergoing rigorous schooling, study, and testing, Nic began his career in law as a public defender. He was a strong advocate for keeping Sybalian law up to date with the outside world and wrote papers discussing his grievances, which included the uneven dispersion of justice throughout the districts and Kardia’s capital punishment.

Beni arrived in the city in 1846. Nic was crushed by a century of guilt, and he couldn’t face her until after she had settled down and moved to Doxa. All those years ago they had been little more than acquaintances, familiar out of routine. Still, their first meeting in the city brought great solace to both of them. In a sea of foreign strangers, there was finally a familiar face so firmly rooted in the old world. Over the years the two became close friends and confidants. After Nic had summoned the courage, he tried to tell her the truth, but Beni wouldn’t hear it. She had moved on from that life, and Nic would have to bear the weight of his sins without pardon.

Additional Info:
-Detailed Portrait: sta.sh/02492683x4m1
-Nic is half Senegalese (Jola) and a mixture of Celtic, Latin, and German.
-Scars cross all along his hands and other parts of his body. He’s suffered rope burns, whipping, and injuries from battle.
-He is an accomplished swordsman and he gives Beni lessons.
-Nic’s been a defense attorney for about a century; if you have any ideas for the past, present, or future, hmu! Need an attorney? Better Pick Nic!

Nic & Beni (c) sevenluck
(c) Turtle-Arts