Nicholas Brown

He knows how to be silent in such a way that you want to scream.

Can show concern simply by giving water.

Will fix the tap. Or break it - depends on his mood.

Can cook, but only simple things: scrambled eggs, noodles, stewed meat. All to survive, not to enjoy.

He remembers routes well. You won't get lost with him - he remembers streets, signs, even smells.

Weapon care. Always keeps the blade in perfect condition. Can repair or sharpen any knives, even those made from scrap materials.

Can assemble a first aid kit "on the knee". Knows how to stop bleeding, put in stitches, inject himself or another.

Speaks sign language. Can communicate with those who also know it, or teach if desired.

Knows the basics of stealth movement. Crawling, hiding, dissolving in the crowd - this is his bread and butter.

Speaks several languages ​​at a basic level. Mainly to understand orders, threats and swearing. There is a suspicion that he knows more than he says, he is just hiding it.

Strong stress resistance. It is difficult to upset his balance. He can make decisions in conditions where others panic.

Orients itself in any situation. Instantly calculates the situation: who is standing where, where is the shelter, how to escape. It has a built-in combat conditions scanner.

Quick reaction. Almost animal-like. When necessary, he acts lightning fast. Sometimes even before he realizes it.

Developed intuition. He feels when someone is lying. He may not explain why, but he is almost never wrong.

Lip reading. Vital due to his deafness. So he understands speech without sounds very well - which gives him an advantage in noisy or crowded environments.

A master of the katana. He doesn't just swing it - he does it as part of himself. His strikes are fast, precise, without unnecessary movement. He fights as if he were dancing... only his partner dies.

Hand-to-hand combat. Trained since childhood. Knows how to knock down opponents who are physically stronger. Uses dirty tricks - punches to the groin, breaking joints, chokeholds.

He shoots well, but prefers bladed weapons - he believes that bullets are too soulless.

Silent elimination of the target. Can sneak up, neutralize, leave - and no one will even realize he was there.

Love for Nick is like pain, which he still reaches for. He doesn't seek it. He doesn't even believe that he can deserve it. He doesn't flirt, he doesn't play around. He's not romantic in the traditional sense. But if he is attached to you, you will feel it in his actions, not in his words. He will silently cover for you, give you food, take care of you. Silently by your side. He will simply be there. And by this he will say more than a thousand "I love you".

Becomes more attentive. He notices how you hold your mug, where you sigh, where it hurts. And he tries to ease it - without saying a word.

He is embarrassed by his own weakness. It is difficult for him to accept that he is letting someone into himself. He is afraid of becoming vulnerable. Sometimes he pushes away. Not because he does not love, but because he is afraid of destroying.

Jealousy? Quiet, but ominous. He won't fight in a bar, won't make a scene. He'll just look at you in such a way that the second one won't come up to you again. And if he does come up, it will be the last time.

Tactility? Yes, but his own. He won't grab or squeeze. But if he does hug, it will be tight, for a long time, and as if the whole world had ceased to exist at that moment.

In bed? Oh yes, there are surprises here too. Restraint is gone. He is passionate, abrupt, sometimes rude – but he never causes pain for the sake of pain. He senses when his partner loses control, and that is what turns him on. If the partner is dominant, he protests, but with pleasure. If he is dominant, he holds firmly, but attentively. (And yes, he is definitely bisexual, even if he doesn’t advertise it. Nick doesn’t have an orientation – there is chemistry and depth.)

💥 When he loses his head:

If a partner is not afraid of him, understands when he is unable to speak, and does not turn away when he sees his "dark" side, Nick will burn to the ground for him. He won't say "I love you", but he will give you the last dose of Celoxin, cover you with his body in battle, or stand under your window until you turn on the light.

He may disappear - for a day, for a week. But if he comes back - it means you are his home.

Uses sign language.

Difficult to contact, but if you "unfreeze" him, he will protect like a lion.

He has dark moments - fits of rage, pain, hallucinations.

Empty talk

Lies

Familiarity

When he is pitied

Too much light or noise - causes overload

Simplicity: cigarettes, rain, loneliness

People who respect personal boundaries

Sincerity - even if it's rude

Silence (well... for obvious reasons)

Silent - but full of thoughts inside

Ruthless - but tormented by guilt

Closed - but yearns for connection

Cold-blooded - but a volcano boils inside him

Used to surviving - but doesn't know how to live

At first glance, Nick seems to be carved from steel. Silent, collected, cold. He keeps to himself even among the same mercenaries and killers as he is. Not because he is "too proud", but because he knows that attachments are a weakness that is punished quickly and mercilessly in this city.

He does not pretend to be a hero, does not boast about his strength. For him, a fight is not a challenge or a dance, but a routine necessity, a way to survive in a city where every second person is a predator, and every first person is carrion.

But underneath all that armor, behind the clenched teeth and the few words, there's a man who was crippled long before he could hold a sword. Nick carries a constant tension within him: between the desire to disappear and the inability to leave those he's let close.

He is very observant. He notices little things - movements, glances, pauses between words. He can read people like an open book, but he almost never allows himself to be read. Trust is something he doesn't give away for free. It can take weeks to build and be destroyed in a second.

He speaks rarely, but accurately. His phrases are short and precise, like shots. Sometimes he doesn't speak at all - he just looks, and his gaze is such that even those accustomed to violence feel uncomfortable.

Nick is not kind. Not evil. He is tired. He constantly suppresses the beast within himself - rage, pain, destructiveness. And when he breaks down, he turns into a death machine, barely distinguishing who is an enemy and who is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. He hates himself for this. And does not forgive himself.

He knows how to be caring. In his own way. Awkwardly, rudely. He can give you medicine without words. Cover you without looking you in the eye. Cover you in battle without asking for a "thank you." His care is like a howl in the wind: you can barely hear it, but it's there.

He does not tolerate lies. Even white ones. Especially when they lie to his face. Betrayal is not just a mistake for him, but a slap in the face of a soul that is almost gone anyway.

Inside him there is an eternal conflict of feelings.

A black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, dark jeans, combat boots. Sometimes a cape or cloak. Everything is strict, practical and gloomy, like his look.

He carries a katana - not a decorative one, but a real one, with a worn but well-maintained blade.

Around his neck is a chain with ampoules of Celoxin, which he is forced to take.

The hearing aid is almost invisible, but vital to him.

He tilts his head slightly when he reads lips, a gesture that is both sweet and sad.

Can use sign language.

Voice: low, muffled, rarely used. When he speaks, he speaks with an accent and briefly, but it's like a whip on the nerves.

Height: ~185 cm

Build: Slender, dry, muscular, as if carved from stone.

Skin color: light, with a slight grayish undertone - as if tired from the sun

Eyes: grey-blue, often seem cold and piercing, like steel before a blow. With strong emotions, the color can change - it becomes darker, almost smoky

Hair: Short, dark brown, slightly tousled, as if he doesn't care about his hair (and he's right)

Face: Sharp cheekbones, slightly elongated chin, stubble or light unshaven - all together gives a tired, dangerous, but damn attractive appearance

Scars: on the shoulders, chest and back - the consequences of battles and "treatment" with Celoxin. One particularly noticeable one - on the eyebrow

About 34 years old. Birthday: September 9. Zodiac sign: Virgo.

Ergastulum is a crime city where gangs, cartels and harsh street laws rule.

Nicholas was born of a prostitute and a soldier who was involved in an experiment to create Twilights, people with artificially enhanced abilities. From childhood, he was subjected to brutal training, violence, and suffering. His deafness is the result of both a congenital disorder and the effects of the drug "Celoxin", which fuels the Twilights' powers.

Nick grew up in a system where the value of life is measured by combat skills. He became a "sword", a living weapon, a mercenary. But despite the cruelty, something human smolders inside him: pain, shame, the desire to be needed.

In his youth, he became a partner of Vorick Arcangelo. Together they founded the "Bureau of Personnel" - an office that does dirty work: elimination, protection, searches. This strange friendship and their unspoken understanding of each other is the only light in Nick's dark life.