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Mar. 2nd, 2017 12:42 pmđź’€ Player Information
Name: Methy
Age: 41
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đź’€ Character Information
Name: Nick Andros
Canon: The Stand (Book not tv)
Canon Point: After his death – killed while trying to find a bomb stashed in a closet. Ouch.
Age: 22
Description: Slim build, dark hair and dark eyes. An expressive sort of face. Nick is used to hard work and it shows.
Physical changes: n/a
Powers: n/a *However Nick is a deaf-mute and I’d like to request that if there’s a comm device his can translate speech to text and all that. Or at least give him a healthy supply of paper and pens? Charades can get awfully boring.*
History: here
Hell Status: Heaven transfer.
What Brings Them To Hell: Nick was part of an apocalyptic showdown between forces of Light and Dark. A showdown that unleashed a plague that killed most of the population, leaving the rest to line up like unwitting chess pieces on either side; Light or Dark, Mother Abigail or Randall Flagg. Nick was supposed to lead that stand until he’d been killed and as a “reward” a young atheist was sent to Heaven which felt like some sort of cosmic joke. Nick wanted to see his friends, wanted to make sure they were all right and in the process, he was able to intervene. Nick helped Tom Cullen save Stu Redman and get him back to Colorado. That intervention wasn’t exactly looked upon with friendly understanding and when he was given the opportunity to transfer Nick took it.
The Pitch: When I first picked up Nick it was because he was both my favorite character in a massive book and I thought writing a deaf-mute character would pose an interesting challenge and it has been. Seriously. Have you ever tried to write for someone who can’t hear or speak? It’s been fun. He’s independent, compassionate and will take absolutely no crap if he feels something needs to be said, at least in his own way.
Nick is bright and intelligent, thoughtful but that’s hardly a surprise when he pretty much lives in his own head, always mulling things over, but that doesn’t mean he’s an introvert. Nick will engage anyone and everyone with a mix of sign, charades and writing. As long as you can read. Please tell Nick you can read. He took a man who couldn’t read on a cross-country trek to Mother Abigail because he couldn’t bear to leave him alone in a world where he might come to some harm on his own. Communication was a challenge to say the least.
Nick was the reluctant leader, the one who found himself shoved to the forefront without quite knowing how or when it had happened. No, really. He has no idea why anyone would think that the deaf-mute drifter would be the prime candidate to lead people in a post-Apocalyptic-slash-Biblical type battle. He’s not your typical action leader with muscles and guns and physical skill leading a ragtag team with charisma and your usual tropes. He’s just an average guy struggling to keep the people around him safe as they move forward and try to stay alive. He doesn’t want to be the hero. He just sort of found himself stuck as one. And guess what? It sucked. A lot. Right up until he exploded.
Personality: Be prepared for a little TL;DR
It’s amazing how the end of the world can change a man. When he turned sixteen, Nick ran away from the orphanage that had been his home for as long as he could recall after his mother's death when he was very young. A young, practical kid, he knew no one would want to adopt a deaf-mute teenager so he struck out on his own, but he was still determined to make something of himself despite years of relentless teasing from the other children. He was smart and he wanted to make his own way in life rather than get lost in the burgeoning foster system.
His disability was both a blessing and a curse. There were those people that avoided even touching him, thinking that somehow it was contagious, as if they could catch a birth defect. Nick didn't resent them for it, it was simple fact of his existence. He was different and not everyone could handle that. The ones he did resent were the ones that didn't take him seriously, treating him like being a deaf-mute meant that he was mentally incapable. He lived on his own, took care of himself and got his GED. It was a bit of a sore spot for the rest of his life, making him more introspective. He chewed on problems in his head for a long time before framing up his answer to any question. When you have to write down all of your responses rather than just talking it out, it can turn you far more thoughtful and careful with your words.
Everything changed when the plague hit. Captain Trips, the Superflu, whatever you wanted to call it, the flu-like plague wiped out most of humanity in one short, terrifying summer. Instead of running for his life like most of the locals in Shoyo, Arkansas where he’d ended up, Nick stayed on. A twenty two year old drifter that had been jumped and beaten by local thugs found himself deputized. The Sheriff of the town had trusted Nick to take care of things when he took ill, and even after John Baker died, Nick stayed, finding a sense of duty in himself that he’d never known was there.
John Baker had trusted him. Him. A deaf-mute drifter who had been beaten, robbed and left for dead. While Nick was grateful for the trust, it was still a surprise. He only left Shoyo when he was the last one alive, burying Jane Baker beside her husband in the town cemetery.
His compassion and sense of duty quickly extended to Tom Cullen, a burly man who couldn’t read and was at least mildly retarded. Nick couldn’t bear to leave him behind, so in Oklahoma, he took Tom with him. Maybe because he was sensitive to others thinking he was mentally deficient, or simply because he was compassionate. But Tom became a dear friend on the road, even though the idea of a deaf-mute traveling with a man who couldn't read still seemed like the worst possible joke.
Somewhere along the line, and he was never sure exactly when it happened, but as they found others, people kept looking to him for answers. A brief pause in conversation to glance at him to verify something, or get his thoughts on a problem. A deaf-mute kid barely out of his twenties and somehow he wound up the leader of their little group. Some days it felt like a bad joke – he was supposed to be the extra in the play, only recognized by family. Not the one people looked to for answers. But they did, so Nick did his best to for them even when he wasn’t sure he was the right man for the job. It wasn’t easy to bury that sense of self-doubt, but people needed him, so he stepped up as best he could.
Nick is an avowed atheist – his life had been too difficult growing up to have any sort of faith in a higher power. So even as the small group of survivors moved on to Boulder under Mother Abigail and her prophetic dreams that God needed them to stand against the Dark Man that haunted their dreams, Nick stayed focused on the world around him. How to get the power on, organization, communication, things that he could see and touch and verify were real. Staying focused on the practical matters of how to survive in a world after most of the population had been wiped out. He didn’t deny the existence of the Dark Man or the threat that he posed – Nick wasn’t that naïve – he simply preferred to leave the abstract matters of faith to Mother Abigail. She believed. He didn’t.
Nick has a wry sense of humor, content to poke fun at himself and his condition more often than not. It’s not easy to always convey humor with strictly text or charades, but he’s managed pretty well so far, eliciting a few smiles along the way. That sense of humor was also a fairly good cover for a nagging sense of self-doubt he could never seem to get rid of. Was he doing the right thing? When were they going to come to their senses and realize that he wasn't the right man for the job? Mother Abigail and a few of the others saw something special in Nick. But he never quite saw it in himself.
Setting Fit: Nick wasn’t happy in Heaven. Too many machinations resulting in too many deaths for him to stomach the idea of peace and tranquility all that well. He couldn’t reach out to the people he’d left behind, he wasn’t even allowed to see them so Nick simply started finding his own ways to watch them. In the case of Tom Cullen and Stu Redman, he’d even found a way to help which is what necessitated his transfer to begin with.
He’s not interested in being a do-gooder in Little Hades or going out there to save people who have no interest in being saved. Where he is now is far better than Heaven and the frighteningly empty smiles, endless soap operas and the rainbows and angels claiming that Everything Is Just Fine. Seriously – someone passed out some very weird Kool-Aid and Nick wants no part of it. He’ll be just as happy getting a job as a bartender down in Little Hades. He’s good at reading lips in a loud bar and he can pull a decent beer and throw down a few shots well enough to get by.
Samples:
Fine. He was sent down to Little Hades as a transfer out of Heaven and while he was going to get the perpetual Stink Eye from the residents, Nick doesn’t really care. He can’t stay in a place like Heaven, can’t stay in a place that condoned what happened back home. The angels view him with a mixture of confusion and distaste – how would anyone want to leave their little paradise? Screw that. He doesn’t want any part of it. He can find a place to live, find a basic job and..
And then what?
Well fuck. One step at a time. There are enough bars around that he can probably get a job pulling beers, or even find his way to the library. (There’s a library?? Color him surprised.)
Maybe he can find some of his friends, or maybe make some of his own if he can get the device he was given to work right. The voice-to-text option was like reading bad closed captioning some days. Other days it would launch into something strange like Spanish, or worse, Esperanto.
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Name: Methy
Age: 41
Contact: PM the account
Characters In-game: Nobody yet!
đź’€ Character Information
Name: Nick Andros
Canon: The Stand (Book not tv)
Canon Point: After his death – killed while trying to find a bomb stashed in a closet. Ouch.
Age: 22
Description: Slim build, dark hair and dark eyes. An expressive sort of face. Nick is used to hard work and it shows.
Physical changes: n/a
Powers: n/a *However Nick is a deaf-mute and I’d like to request that if there’s a comm device his can translate speech to text and all that. Or at least give him a healthy supply of paper and pens? Charades can get awfully boring.*
History: here
Hell Status: Heaven transfer.
What Brings Them To Hell: Nick was part of an apocalyptic showdown between forces of Light and Dark. A showdown that unleashed a plague that killed most of the population, leaving the rest to line up like unwitting chess pieces on either side; Light or Dark, Mother Abigail or Randall Flagg. Nick was supposed to lead that stand until he’d been killed and as a “reward” a young atheist was sent to Heaven which felt like some sort of cosmic joke. Nick wanted to see his friends, wanted to make sure they were all right and in the process, he was able to intervene. Nick helped Tom Cullen save Stu Redman and get him back to Colorado. That intervention wasn’t exactly looked upon with friendly understanding and when he was given the opportunity to transfer Nick took it.
The Pitch: When I first picked up Nick it was because he was both my favorite character in a massive book and I thought writing a deaf-mute character would pose an interesting challenge and it has been. Seriously. Have you ever tried to write for someone who can’t hear or speak? It’s been fun. He’s independent, compassionate and will take absolutely no crap if he feels something needs to be said, at least in his own way.
Nick is bright and intelligent, thoughtful but that’s hardly a surprise when he pretty much lives in his own head, always mulling things over, but that doesn’t mean he’s an introvert. Nick will engage anyone and everyone with a mix of sign, charades and writing. As long as you can read. Please tell Nick you can read. He took a man who couldn’t read on a cross-country trek to Mother Abigail because he couldn’t bear to leave him alone in a world where he might come to some harm on his own. Communication was a challenge to say the least.
Nick was the reluctant leader, the one who found himself shoved to the forefront without quite knowing how or when it had happened. No, really. He has no idea why anyone would think that the deaf-mute drifter would be the prime candidate to lead people in a post-Apocalyptic-slash-Biblical type battle. He’s not your typical action leader with muscles and guns and physical skill leading a ragtag team with charisma and your usual tropes. He’s just an average guy struggling to keep the people around him safe as they move forward and try to stay alive. He doesn’t want to be the hero. He just sort of found himself stuck as one. And guess what? It sucked. A lot. Right up until he exploded.
Personality: Be prepared for a little TL;DR
It’s amazing how the end of the world can change a man. When he turned sixteen, Nick ran away from the orphanage that had been his home for as long as he could recall after his mother's death when he was very young. A young, practical kid, he knew no one would want to adopt a deaf-mute teenager so he struck out on his own, but he was still determined to make something of himself despite years of relentless teasing from the other children. He was smart and he wanted to make his own way in life rather than get lost in the burgeoning foster system.
His disability was both a blessing and a curse. There were those people that avoided even touching him, thinking that somehow it was contagious, as if they could catch a birth defect. Nick didn't resent them for it, it was simple fact of his existence. He was different and not everyone could handle that. The ones he did resent were the ones that didn't take him seriously, treating him like being a deaf-mute meant that he was mentally incapable. He lived on his own, took care of himself and got his GED. It was a bit of a sore spot for the rest of his life, making him more introspective. He chewed on problems in his head for a long time before framing up his answer to any question. When you have to write down all of your responses rather than just talking it out, it can turn you far more thoughtful and careful with your words.
Everything changed when the plague hit. Captain Trips, the Superflu, whatever you wanted to call it, the flu-like plague wiped out most of humanity in one short, terrifying summer. Instead of running for his life like most of the locals in Shoyo, Arkansas where he’d ended up, Nick stayed on. A twenty two year old drifter that had been jumped and beaten by local thugs found himself deputized. The Sheriff of the town had trusted Nick to take care of things when he took ill, and even after John Baker died, Nick stayed, finding a sense of duty in himself that he’d never known was there.
John Baker had trusted him. Him. A deaf-mute drifter who had been beaten, robbed and left for dead. While Nick was grateful for the trust, it was still a surprise. He only left Shoyo when he was the last one alive, burying Jane Baker beside her husband in the town cemetery.
His compassion and sense of duty quickly extended to Tom Cullen, a burly man who couldn’t read and was at least mildly retarded. Nick couldn’t bear to leave him behind, so in Oklahoma, he took Tom with him. Maybe because he was sensitive to others thinking he was mentally deficient, or simply because he was compassionate. But Tom became a dear friend on the road, even though the idea of a deaf-mute traveling with a man who couldn't read still seemed like the worst possible joke.
Somewhere along the line, and he was never sure exactly when it happened, but as they found others, people kept looking to him for answers. A brief pause in conversation to glance at him to verify something, or get his thoughts on a problem. A deaf-mute kid barely out of his twenties and somehow he wound up the leader of their little group. Some days it felt like a bad joke – he was supposed to be the extra in the play, only recognized by family. Not the one people looked to for answers. But they did, so Nick did his best to for them even when he wasn’t sure he was the right man for the job. It wasn’t easy to bury that sense of self-doubt, but people needed him, so he stepped up as best he could.
Nick is an avowed atheist – his life had been too difficult growing up to have any sort of faith in a higher power. So even as the small group of survivors moved on to Boulder under Mother Abigail and her prophetic dreams that God needed them to stand against the Dark Man that haunted their dreams, Nick stayed focused on the world around him. How to get the power on, organization, communication, things that he could see and touch and verify were real. Staying focused on the practical matters of how to survive in a world after most of the population had been wiped out. He didn’t deny the existence of the Dark Man or the threat that he posed – Nick wasn’t that naïve – he simply preferred to leave the abstract matters of faith to Mother Abigail. She believed. He didn’t.
Nick has a wry sense of humor, content to poke fun at himself and his condition more often than not. It’s not easy to always convey humor with strictly text or charades, but he’s managed pretty well so far, eliciting a few smiles along the way. That sense of humor was also a fairly good cover for a nagging sense of self-doubt he could never seem to get rid of. Was he doing the right thing? When were they going to come to their senses and realize that he wasn't the right man for the job? Mother Abigail and a few of the others saw something special in Nick. But he never quite saw it in himself.
Setting Fit: Nick wasn’t happy in Heaven. Too many machinations resulting in too many deaths for him to stomach the idea of peace and tranquility all that well. He couldn’t reach out to the people he’d left behind, he wasn’t even allowed to see them so Nick simply started finding his own ways to watch them. In the case of Tom Cullen and Stu Redman, he’d even found a way to help which is what necessitated his transfer to begin with.
He’s not interested in being a do-gooder in Little Hades or going out there to save people who have no interest in being saved. Where he is now is far better than Heaven and the frighteningly empty smiles, endless soap operas and the rainbows and angels claiming that Everything Is Just Fine. Seriously – someone passed out some very weird Kool-Aid and Nick wants no part of it. He’ll be just as happy getting a job as a bartender down in Little Hades. He’s good at reading lips in a loud bar and he can pull a decent beer and throw down a few shots well enough to get by.
Samples:
Fine. He was sent down to Little Hades as a transfer out of Heaven and while he was going to get the perpetual Stink Eye from the residents, Nick doesn’t really care. He can’t stay in a place like Heaven, can’t stay in a place that condoned what happened back home. The angels view him with a mixture of confusion and distaste – how would anyone want to leave their little paradise? Screw that. He doesn’t want any part of it. He can find a place to live, find a basic job and..
And then what?
Well fuck. One step at a time. There are enough bars around that he can probably get a job pulling beers, or even find his way to the library. (There’s a library?? Color him surprised.)
Maybe he can find some of his friends, or maybe make some of his own if he can get the device he was given to work right. The voice-to-text option was like reading bad closed captioning some days. Other days it would launch into something strange like Spanish, or worse, Esperanto.
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Six am. Thank god. Wearily Nick scrubs at his face and gathers up his books. He can leave the library, pick up some coffee at the corner and stagger home to finish the chapter and collapse for a few hours of sleep before he’s up and at it again. Medical school isn’t easy on anyone, but when you’re the only deaf student in the class? It’s worse. But Nick wasn’t giving up. He had fought hard to get in, earned scholarships and he was working hard to maintain his grades and keep those scholarships. Deaf-mute orphans were pretty textbook hard luck cases, so he could always count on a few foundations who were willing to pony up some additional money to help keep him afloat.
The coffee shop is practically his second home and as he shuffles in, Nick offers a tired grin to the big man behind the counter. Zach is attractive, with shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a smile that sends his stomach into complete freefall. What he’s never been able to resolve is the odd mix of scents in the shop. Coffee and warm spices.. and smoke. Which is odd. A fit guy like Zach? Nick wouldn’t have pegged him for a smoker. He tries to mind his own business, but it’s a welcome relief to talk to someone else who knows sign and after a week or two, he can’t help himself. He starts bugging him about quitting. Zach never takes offense, in fact he just smiles a little more, teases him and gives him his coffee.
He’s just being friendly, that’s all. It has nothing to do with the quiet crush he’s had on him since the very first day Zach signed hello to him.
The coffee shop is practically his second home and as he shuffles in, Nick offers a tired grin to the big man behind the counter. Zach is attractive, with shaggy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a smile that sends his stomach into complete freefall. What he’s never been able to resolve is the odd mix of scents in the shop. Coffee and warm spices.. and smoke. Which is odd. A fit guy like Zach? Nick wouldn’t have pegged him for a smoker. He tries to mind his own business, but it’s a welcome relief to talk to someone else who knows sign and after a week or two, he can’t help himself. He starts bugging him about quitting. Zach never takes offense, in fact he just smiles a little more, teases him and gives him his coffee.
He’s just being friendly, that’s all. It has nothing to do with the quiet crush he’s had on him since the very first day Zach signed hello to him.
I'll see you on the other side
Nov. 7th, 2014 01:36 pmThe nightmares were unsettling. By now you’d think that he was used to them. Nightmares of living through a world where a superflu like plague had ravaged the world, machinations of the Dark Man, Walking Dude that woke him up almost every night, choked with panic. Even stranger were nightmares of being trapped in some kind of dark cave, odd blends of happiness and fear, terror and blood and laughter. Faces that he knows even if he can’t quite recall from where. Blonde hair, blue eyes and.. claws? It didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense.
But Nick dealt with it. That’s what he did when he woke up in a strange place, shirt stained with blood and no idea what had happened or where he’d been. Although he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been somewhere. Somewhere different.
It’s one of the few times that being deaf-mute works to his advantage. Nick can blend into the background as he tries to process the world around him, getting used to a world with so many people again. Maybe he’d go back to school, god knows technology had improved enough that he could make himself understood a lot easier with a tablet than the old pad and paper.
What he didn’t anticipate was crossing the street one day and very nearly bouncing off a much larger man. As he reels backwards, eyes wide with shock, his lips form around the name that he can’t give voice to.
Zach?
But Nick dealt with it. That’s what he did when he woke up in a strange place, shirt stained with blood and no idea what had happened or where he’d been. Although he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been somewhere. Somewhere different.
It’s one of the few times that being deaf-mute works to his advantage. Nick can blend into the background as he tries to process the world around him, getting used to a world with so many people again. Maybe he’d go back to school, god knows technology had improved enough that he could make himself understood a lot easier with a tablet than the old pad and paper.
What he didn’t anticipate was crossing the street one day and very nearly bouncing off a much larger man. As he reels backwards, eyes wide with shock, his lips form around the name that he can’t give voice to.
Zach?
