Nicholas

• Dusk – Other worlds exist.
• Magic – There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
• Time – The two of them have something of a fraught relationship.
• Age – He doesn't look 56...
• Underground Musician – Still writes and performs (synths, violin, guitar) occasionally — very occasionally.
• Sound Engineer – He’s obsessive about audio. If you’re working with speakers, instruments, or anything that hums, he’ll notice.
• Vices – He's known to have a few. And to have them hard.
• Creature of the Night – He wanders Spellbound after midnight. Cross paths at strange hours.
• That Being Said...Obligatory 'Not a Goth' – Looks like one, smells like one, acts like one, will argue to the death that he isn’t one.

There’s a kind of gravitational pull around Nicholas -- the stillness before feedback hits. He looks like someone who never quite left the early '90s: pale beneath a lingering olive undertone, lean from long nights rather than health. His build is tensile rather than bulky; everything about him suggests endurance over strength. Shoulders that carry ghosts. Hands calloused from strings, circuits, and sins.

His hair, black with a blue sheen like a raven’s wing, falls to his jaw in unruly waves. When he pulls it back, it only sharpens the symmetry of his face -- high cheekbones, a knife-blade nose, the softest mouth on someone who rarely smiles. His eyes are a striking hazel and always intense, with a sadness buried deep within that piercing gaze.

He dresses the way he lives: like the aftermath of a show that went wrong. Black on black -- velvet coats, frayed jeans, sleeveless shirts, boots that have seen both stage and graveyard. Sometimes a splash of blood-red or tarnished silver breaks the monotony. He smells faintly of ozone and sandalwood, as though the air bends a little differently around him.

His voice has the quality of something recorded on analog tape: sonorous, magnetic, a little worn at the edges. He doesn’t raise it often, but when he does, people listen -- or stop breathing.

He’s not trying to look like a ghost. He is one, walking the overlap between what was and what might still be. Call him a goth and he’ll smirk, the kind that looks like a wound trying to pass for a smile.

Attributes

• Brawn Average (2)
• Grit Exceptional (4)
• Perception Good (3)
• Presence Good (3)
• Reflexes Average (2)
• Wits Good (3)

Action Skills

• Alertness Good (4)
• Athletics Fair (2)
• Attunement Great (5)
• Composure Competent (3)
• Influence Good (4)
• Medicine Everyman (1)
• Melee Fair (2)
• Performance Exceptional (6)
• Power Exceptional (6)
• Ranged Fair (2)
• Stealth Fair (2)
• Technician Competent (3)

Background Skills

• Music Exceptional (3)
• Occult Good (2)
• Streetwise Fair (1)

Languages

• English Fluent (3)
• Spanish Conversational (2)