Post by gleam on Dec 16, 2012 0:19:06 GMT 1
Playby: (Daniel Radcliffe)
Name: Nolan Everard Lyall
Age: Twenty-two / early twenties
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: City Human
Physical Description: Nolan, a brown-haired young man, stands about 190 cm (or six feet, three inches) and is of a slender, willowy build. His light blue eyes are usually obscured behind wire glasses that remain perched on his face, and ambles from one place to another with a natural grace common to the long-limbed.
Attitude: Nolan is easy-going and even-tempered, preferring to handle most events with his wry sense of humor and a light hand. Everyone he meets, he treats with the same sort of amiable friendliness, and it's remarkably difficult to upset him; even punching him in the face tends to produce a question as to what's wrong. Deeply courteous, he doesn't ask many questions, and doesn't make much of the answers he gets back, either.
Abilities: Nolan is a standard human, and while he is fit, it's not the bleeding-edge endurance of the super-humans by any means. His talents lie in his intelligence and empathy: a razor-sharp observer and a fantastic wit, he prefers to talk through problems whenever he should encounter them. His occupation as an RN gives him a throrough grounding in a variety of anatomies, and the treatments for them, but as both lycan and vampire physiologies are fantastic at maintaining themselves, this is not a skillset he finds often in use.
He's also a dab hand in the kitchen, but that's trivial in a world where most meals are drawn from the tap.
Weaknesses: Nolan has a singularly remarkable lack of memory - he forgets names or misspeaks them frequently, forgets dates and important events, and is generally absent-minded to a fault. He also enjoys poking fun at things that can kill him, which tends to be stupid or amusing by turns. Being invariably polite to everyone he meets also tends to make him come off as vaguely distant, also, a natural disadvantage of his courtesy.
History: A City-born and raised human, Nolan was raised by a single working mother of dubious parenting skill and took to the world of literature a a response, and swiftly became a library brat. His early education via book gave him a boost through the school system, and he exited with honors and immediately proceeded into a nursing program. Since then he's been in medical school, learning of the various miracles the paranatural citizens around him processs in their bodies everyday.
A lack of bias has made Nolan acquaintances and even friends with every sort of race that exists out there - a true cosmopolitan, he speaks four languages fluently and tends to switch to the one most comfortable for his current company.
He purchased his own apartment and made a point of keeping a pair of spare bedrooms open for traveling and visiting friends. Nolan doesn't particularly care to keep in contact with his family, and his mother passed away two years ago - since then he's remained distant from his relations, and has now faded into obscurity to them.
Code Words: CORRECT
Rp Sample: Nolan glanced about the trashed room and smiled with the faint frustration of the last man to be at the party - or, in other words, the clean-up crew. Whatever Dauphin had been doing, it had left a couch smacked up in a corner, a shattered lightbulb on the ground, and a series of rave-lights scattered across the apartment like loose Christmas decorations. It all resembled a very great time, and it made him wish that he had been there to be part of it.
But a graveyard shift rarely left time for such enjoyments. Nolan sighed and ambled over to the couch, got his hands under it, and hefte it back to the center of the room, grunting under the weight and the - yes, the removed left rear leg that now impeded his work so well. Giving that up for a dedicated job later on, instead he turned to the rave lights and stocked a plastic bag with them. Never know what could be useful. Plus the owners could come back looking for them.
After brushing up the shattered glass, Nolan eyed the dismembered couch again and came to the conclusion that perhaps a meal would be fortuitous at this moment instead.
In fact the more he thought about it the more dashing the couch looked with its war wound.
Well, there's his solution then. Maybe he can apply for veteran benefits with it too.
