Nick

You never feel tense around Nikolai; he's like a cool, refreshing breeze. He's usually found in his shed, tightening screws or sketching out plans. He wears glasses.

Full name Nikolai. Nick is a master of liminal spaces. He works in an old, roughly abandoned train station. He speaks exactly what he thinks and how he sees it. He's rather slow, can take a while to process information, and always takes his time. He's also melancholic.

Appearance: Fairly long, light hair; long bangs that he usually ties back with a hair tie. "He just doesn't cut his hair." He's tall, with an average build: thin, but not scrawny, with muscles. He wears stretched-out wool sweaters, heavy work boots, and his jacket perpetually smells of fuel oil, machine oil, and campfire smoke. He has the calm, slightly tired eyes of a man accustomed to living in silence and working with his hands. Nick goes through life at his own pace.