Post by Nicholas Paolenti on Jan 26, 2012 21:43:27 GMT -6
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Nicholas Paolenti
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name , Nicholas Paolenti
nicknames , Nick, Nicky
age & date of birth , 22 (19 subjectively as he stopped aging after his "death"), January 9
gender , male
sexual orientation , heterosexual
race , demon (sorta - a Dullahan)
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height , 6 feet, 1 inch
weight , 154 lbs
tattoos and piercings , None
distinguishing features , None readily apparent
physical flaws , Aside from being what many might consider deathly skinny at first glance, none - for all appearances and purposes he is in near perfect physical health for his age.
personal style , Nicholas typically tends to wear conservative clothing that shows as little skin as possible, a fact made easy in that he has little tolerance for the cold preference wise. Typically speaking he will wear a high necked, slightly form fitting black fleece over varying kinds of casual shirts (t shirts, simple long sleeves, etc.) that both hides his neck and helps to hold his head in place while in public, and pants wise he typically prefers function over appearance, more often than not wearing some variety of cargo pants or jeans, almost always black or brown. While in the company of people who know what he is (such as his family), Nicholas tends to relax somewhat, often shedding his fleece for some other shirt or jacket worn over the shirt underneath. As far as his shoes go, he tends to wear rather heavy duty sneakers when possible, more akin to work shoes or hiking boots than the sleek sneakers most people his age tend to wear. His hair is long, reaching about mid back behind him and his upper chest in the front when worn loose, but Nicholas tends to tie it back most of the time to keep it out of his eyes.
weapons , None of his own, but Nicholas is easily capable of picking up and utilizing most things with some degree of proficiently short of bows or complex firearms.
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likes , Warm weather, his family, humid weather, smooth forms of transportation, accepting/open minded individuals, mild flavored foods, the outdoors in general, gaming, philosophical studies, being able to use his abilities to benefit others (to a certain extent)
dislikes , Cold weather, polluted air, spicy/bitter/overly sweet foods, overly strong odors, his abilities (complex personality issue here >>;
, the fact that he'll likely outlive his entire family as well as any hypothetical ancestors, senseless violence, disease (ability connected dislike), having to run or otherwise move quickly (especially in public), dishonest individuals powers ,
Dullahan: Ever since Nicholas's "death", he has stopped aging altogether, permanently locked at the subjective physical age of 19, granting him a certain measure of immortality. On top of that, true to the classic Celtic legend, Nicholas is also well aware of where death will occur or where it is present, at least naturally (through old age, disease, starvation, exposure, accidents, etc - he is "blind" to intentionally caused deaths such as murder, although certain exceptions to the rule are necromancy and the like). Unlike the classic Dullahan legends, though, Nicholas cannot cause a person's death merely by saying their name, and he does not mark the place of a person's demise when he stops moving (people would be dying a lot more often if this was true >>;
. Finally, impediments on roads and pathways cannot stop him - like the Dullahans of myth, locks, doors and gates will simply open of their own accord should he will it, and misfortune will befall all who try to stop him until they either give up, are driven off or otherwise dealt with by fate. Regeneration: A perk of being a Dullahan and something not exactly mentioned in the usual tales, legends and myths, Nicholas is able to regenerate from virtually any wound caused to his body below the neck line (basically everywhere except for his head). While not an ability he has had any real wish to test, upon becoming a Dullahan his body managed to regenerate from being more or less crushed and torn underneath a several ton truck over the course of only a mere handful of minutes. There are limits, however - appendages severed from his body will not regrow and must be reattached, although they will continue to regenerate when seperated from his body and even continue to act according to his will.
True Neutral: Dullahans, unlike most other similar creatures, are not affected by religious items - wheras most demons and devils can be stopped, destroyed or otherwise combated or countered with Shinto charms and spells (or crosses and whatnot for western religions), Dullahans are truely neutral, and thus unaffected. While traditionally associated with the bringing of death, it is more a misconception than anything else, twisted through the ages and likely due to the Dullahans' almost prophetic ability to sense death before it comes. As a neutral being Nicholas does not exude the typical kind of demonic aura that many similar beings possess, although it is likely that he will eventually develop the ability to manifest something similar (if not the exact same thing) if Celtic legends about his kind are to be believed.
Instrument of Fate: Like it or not, Nicholas is in fact connected to death, which in turn is linked closely to fate. While for the most part people are free to determine their own, there are times when a person's fate will determine itself, and the same is true of Nicholas - being bound to it much more closely than most other beings, he will occasionally find himself doing or saying things without knowing why, as if in a daze (such as walking somewhere without realizing it or talking to himself while working on something). The effect, while extremely subtle, is still present, although many simply attribute it to Nicholas's slight eccentricies.
strengths , Is rather unconventional and creative when need be, highly intelligent, well versed in Aiki Ken Ai Kido and Ishiin Ryu Kempo, physically fit, cannot be killed from a hit to the body
weaknesses , Can be killed by a strike to the head that would kill a human with a similar wound, is not any more physically fit than any other human, his body can be dismembered quite easily through traditional means, severed limbs will not act on their own unlike his body, his body cannot swim without his head present, gold (gold covered or simply golden weapons will temporarily halt his regenerative abilities, allowing his body to be killed through traditional means)
fears , Outliving everyone he knows and cares for, water deep enough for him to drown in, being exposed to the public for what he is
overall personality , All in all, Nicholas is a fairly normal person considering what he is, if albeit deeply conflicted about many things - what he is, what he can do and what is to be done about it later on. Simply put, despite having his hobbies, likes, dislikes, personality quirks and emotions as any normal person would, Nicholas is unsure whether or not to accept his transformation as a calling, or to simply ignore it and live his life as normally as he possibly can.
But to his core personality..... Nicholas is what many might consider an introvert. Not exactly anti social as he does have friends, but just very few of them, mostly out of fear of how they might react to him once they learned what he was, especially in an age where such creatures are typically considered to be little more than bed time stories and Hollywood fiction. Because of this Nicholas will generally mind his own business as much as he possibly can, keeping to the shadows and only interacting with those he absolutely must or to those who accept him for what he is. To those few who he chooses to share his secret with or who discover it on their own and prove themselves trustworthy, though, Nicholas becomes a far different, much more akin to who he was as a human - snarky and sometimes sarcastic, a person who many might mistake for a cynic or narcissist but still a caring individual at heart and not at all afraid to show it when he feels it appropriate. Ever the complicated individual, though, this personality often seems at odds with his more philosophical interests.
As to his abilities, however, they have left Nicholas a deeply conflicted person. When it soon became clear that he could not be mortally wounded in the normal fashion and then several months afterwards that he'd stopped aging altogether (or at least so he suspects), it quickly dawned on Nicholas that he would likely outlive everything and everyone he cared for as well, something that would become one of his greatest fears. On top of that is the fact that while he was initially pleased with his new abilities to a certain extent as it would allow him to make some impact on the world, it quickly became apparent to him how little he could actually do - he knew relatively little of medicine and could do nothing more than watch as the sick died, and there were many times that he was able to sense an impending death but lacked the power to avert it, causing Nicholas to view his existance as both a blessing and a curse.
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hometown , New Haven, Connecticut, USA
father , Dean Paolenti, college professor
mother , Elinda Paolenti, marketing consultant
siblings , Mary Paolenti, high school student
Briana Paolenti, college student
pets , None
history , Born in New Haven, Connecticut of the north eastern United States, Nicholas had a relatively normal life growing up, if admittedly laden with responsibility from a young age. The older sibling of two younger sisters from the age of four onwards, Nicholas was more often than not the one delegated to more or less raising them - their parents, while loving, were more often than not absorbed in their work, with Elinda having to travel half a state away to reach her job and their father, Dean, usually being simply drowned by it. It was because of this that Nicholas learned early on what it meant to be responsible, at least to a certain degree - spending most of his childhood watching out for his sisters' safety and taking care of them until they were old enough to do it themselves or when their grandparents couldn't make it over, how could he not?
That is not to say, though, that Nicholas didn't have a life of his own. When his parents were home or when he could otherwise afford to get out on his own, Nicholas cultivated his own interests and hobbies - while New Haven was a big city in general, it wasn't all that difficult to get far enough away from it that one could reach the suburbs or more rural areas to the northwest of the city, and Nicholas loved those trips. The clean air, the lack of crowded, dirty streets, and not having to worry about his personal safety while out alone (for which he'd been studying Aiki Ken and Kempo since the age of 6 at one of the city's dojos for self defense at his parents' insistance) - it was only a matter of time that he would join one of the school clubs dedicated to such activities once he was old enough to and once his sisters could take care of themselves. Between all of that and his online gaming, Nicholas had a relatively normal life up through his graduation from high school, enrolling at one of the state's community colleges a few days before graduation - that same day Nicholas would leave with several fellow seniors who had been in the same outdoors club as him for a celebratory camping trip to the Appalacian foothills running along the state's western border for the weekend, and it would be that trip that would change how Nicholas viewed his life.
The beginning of it was simple and safe enough - the group safely left the city around early evening, heading north west towards their destination along a highway before begining to take the less travelled back roads around midnight. Nicholas, along with many of the other passengers, were already asleep - the driver, not the brightest of the bunch, had already been up late the night before and since early that morning, and it was almost inevitable that he would fall asleep at the wheel, inadvertantly driving the van right through the guardrail of a sharp corner and over the edge over a rather steep cliff, easily a hundred foot drop. All of the passengers miraculously survived the fall, although that wasn't to say uninjured - many had broken ribs as a result of the crash, with the driver suffering a broken collar bone and a concussion, with one or two others sporting broken arms. Nicholas himself, relatively unharmed save for a few scrapes and cuts caused by the broken glass and a bruised sternum, was selected to climb back up the slope to try and find help - that deep into the foothills, cell phone reception was nonexistant. Whether Nicholas had been lucky or not to survive the crash was debatable, but his luck certainly didn't extend past it - while he managed to climb back up the wet slope, soaked by an earlier rainstorm that had likely been a contributing factor to their crash, with relatively little difficulty his timing could not have been worse. Reaching the top of the cliff and climbing out onto the road (the only stable, flat surface available), Nicholas had paused for all but a moment before getting hit by a truck that was clearing the exact same corner in the road where his vehicle had crashed. Unable to see the man in time after coming around the corner, the truck driver had no time to slow down, and as a result hit Nicholas with the vehicle's full force, severing his head from his body and crushing what was left. The driver, unaware of exactly what had transpired, simply assumed he had hit a deer or some other wild animal and continued on his way, leaving Nicholas's body in the road, his head several meters away from it.
What happened after this point is anyone's guess - whether it was Nicholas's fierce will to continue living, the responsibility he felt towards his family and/or those still trapped at the bottom of the cliff, some other factor or a combination of any or all of the above is completely debatable, but the fact of the matter was that Nicholas didn't stay dead. As impossible as it seemed, Nicholas woke up a few minutes later only to be completely uncomprehending of what he was seeing - the world itself seemed to be at an odd angle, and he was incapable of getting up. What was more was there was someone wearing his clothes, laying down on the street a few meters away from him - covered in what looked like blood, but otherwise unharmed if the steady pace of his breathing was anything to judge by. It wasn't until Nicholas tried to stand up again that he realized what he was seeing - as he tried to sit up so did the body, only for him to realize that it was his. Needless to say, several minutes of panic followed afterwards along with several minutes of screaming, something that many of the people still trapped in the van would remember for the rest of their lives. It wasn't until nearly another half hour later that Nicholas would finally regain some degree of composure, spurred on by three facts that had managed to rise to the top of his mind - he was somehow (if inexplicably) still alive, he still wanted to live, and the people at the bottom of the cliff were still depending on him to get help. While still struggling to wrap his mind around the concept, Nicholas quickly understood that his body, while seperated from his head, still responded to his will, and through several more minutes of trial and error he managed to make it get up and retrieve himself (or rather his head). Putting his head back on (something that seemed ridiculous to him even still), Nicholas would spend roughly another hour wandering down the road, now wary of other vehicles, before finally reaching one of the rural houses and using a phone to call for help. Fully aware that he would be subject to a physical examination if he went back and waited with the van for the emergency vehicles to arrive, Nicholas instead continued home on his own, hitchhiking until he could use one of the many state buses to reach New Haven.
From this point on Nicholas's life changed dramatically - aware that his.... condition.... was something that would be best kept a secret, the man became much more withdrawn than before, keeping to himself whenever possible. It was only through several weeks of discreet research into the matter that he discovered what he was, and it was months later until he chose to believe it, although it was the newfound abilities that came with his new status as a Dullahan that finally convinced him. It was also these abilities that forced Nicholas to take another long, hard look at himself - while he honestly wanted nothing to do with them and would rather have continued to live a perfectly normal, peaceful life, the responsibility he had become accustomed to growing up would not let him simply sit by and watch when he could sense death coming for those marked by it. Most people would have been driven mad by the ability - Nicholas, however, soon saw it as an opportunity to actually do some good for the people around him, only to realize that there was precious little he could do. Most of the deaths he could sense were completely out of his control - fires, car accidents up to half a kilometer away, old age, things of that sort. While he managed to save one or two lives here or there, usually things involving hardware accidents and the like, the fact was that he was more or less still human in ability. It wasn't until his grandmother's death at the hand of cancer that Nicholas finally decided to stop trying altogether, to simply live with the ability for what it was - a curse in his mind. While he would still help here and there when it wasn't out of his way, Nicholas soon learned to shove the sensations that came with the prophetic ability to the back of his mind, like background noise, continuing onwards with his life to major in philosophy and minor in technology studies. Or course, keeping what he was from his family eventually proved to be impossible as his sisters found out - while initially shocked, though, they realized that nothing had really changed and accepted him for what he was, even going so far as to help hide it from their parents.
As life continued on, with Nicholas eventually coming to suspect that he had stopped aging altogether due to the halting of his growth (his father and uncles on both sides grew all throughout college) and lack of a need to shave, Nicholas eventually began to delve into Japanese studies as his college education continued, his interest spurred on by the martial arts he had studied as a child but could no longer participate in without giving away what he was. Devoting all of the time he had previously spent on many of his outdoors and martial arts activities to these studies, Nicholas eventually learned how to speak and read the language with at least some degree of fluidity over the course of 3 years, eventually signing on to a foreign studies program that would see him travel to Japan, where he would eventually enroll in several more classes there and legally extend his stay.
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It was ironic, really. The fact was one that seemed to keep surfacing to the forefront of Samus's mind even now as she walked among the crowd, inconspicuously dressed in simple yet functional green pants and black shirt and boots, with a matching green jacket to help ward off the evening chill as best she could - it wasn't really all that cold, truth be told, but that was one of the drawbacks of the X cure she had received only less than a month ago. Still, Samus couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing that despite probably having half of the Federation affiliated hunters back in her home galaxy looking for her, she was more or less doing the exact same thing herself, only farther away than most of them could possibly imagine. No one here knew her either by face or by name - a chance to start anew, in a place that would hopefully benefit as much as the Federation had from her unique skill set. No reason to run or hide - she could live in relative peace for the time being, a concept almost foreign to her after the fall of K2L and Zebes alike, but a welcome respite. That being said, though, she still had to work - hopeful optimism and thought alone would not feed her, and while she could use her ship for shelter it would still be preferable to actually find a place to hide it rather than city outskirts or rough terrain that only she could cross unaided.
It was with that realization that Samus had gone right back to using her honed skills for tracking down those considered to be outlaws by this world's governments. Most of them were little more than people who had run on bail or who had otherwise proved too difficult for the local police forces to catch, those who would have not really been worth Samus's time back on her home turf - unfortunately, though, the fact that no one here knew of her name or reputation served as something of a double edged sword since her most profitable jobs were technically more mercenary work done for legitimate governments rather than actual bounty hunting, and since none of the governments here knew who she was Samus doubted that they'd be willing to hire her without something to go on. She was working her way up, though - while most of the good jobs had tended to be taken or claimed by the time she learned of them, Samus was getting quicker and quicker with the new system and had managed to grab a relatively promising job this time around. That, or no one simply wanted to take a chance - the target, Cody Travers, was apparently something of an escape artist if the number of times he'd broken out of supposedly secure institutions was anything to go by. After checking with a few sources of public information it wasn't difficult to find out how he'd escaped this time - if breaking out of a secure prison facility was possible for him, escaping from a prison transport wouldn't be at all difficult, and to top it off it had happened only a few miles outside of Trenton, New Jersey, a place that was apparently his home turf if his arrest record was anything to go by.
With any luck Samus would be right on his tail, and so far the job had already proven to be plenty profitable - given his history with many of the local gangs Samus had decided to take on the most direct approach, and had been more or less wiping them out one by one, turning in those who were wanted by the local police force and relying on the ones that went free to spread word of her, turning herself into something of a target for the other gang members still loose and thus feeding the cycle. Hopefully it'd draw Travers's attention as well - she'd already been at it for almost a week now, and if there was anything she'd learned from what little history she had on him, the man wouldn't be able to resist a good fight. Not that Samus intended to give him one - she had her stun pistol concealed but charged under the relatively loose jacket, and under all of her clothing she was still wearing her Zero Suit, only the hands of which were visable and easily mistaken for gloves. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use her Fusion Suit, something she'd try to avoid if possible, but she wasn't taking any chances with someone as violent and underhanded as Travers.
It was with that realization that Samus had gone right back to using her honed skills for tracking down those considered to be outlaws by this world's governments. Most of them were little more than people who had run on bail or who had otherwise proved too difficult for the local police forces to catch, those who would have not really been worth Samus's time back on her home turf - unfortunately, though, the fact that no one here knew of her name or reputation served as something of a double edged sword since her most profitable jobs were technically more mercenary work done for legitimate governments rather than actual bounty hunting, and since none of the governments here knew who she was Samus doubted that they'd be willing to hire her without something to go on. She was working her way up, though - while most of the good jobs had tended to be taken or claimed by the time she learned of them, Samus was getting quicker and quicker with the new system and had managed to grab a relatively promising job this time around. That, or no one simply wanted to take a chance - the target, Cody Travers, was apparently something of an escape artist if the number of times he'd broken out of supposedly secure institutions was anything to go by. After checking with a few sources of public information it wasn't difficult to find out how he'd escaped this time - if breaking out of a secure prison facility was possible for him, escaping from a prison transport wouldn't be at all difficult, and to top it off it had happened only a few miles outside of Trenton, New Jersey, a place that was apparently his home turf if his arrest record was anything to go by.
With any luck Samus would be right on his tail, and so far the job had already proven to be plenty profitable - given his history with many of the local gangs Samus had decided to take on the most direct approach, and had been more or less wiping them out one by one, turning in those who were wanted by the local police force and relying on the ones that went free to spread word of her, turning herself into something of a target for the other gang members still loose and thus feeding the cycle. Hopefully it'd draw Travers's attention as well - she'd already been at it for almost a week now, and if there was anything she'd learned from what little history she had on him, the man wouldn't be able to resist a good fight. Not that Samus intended to give him one - she had her stun pistol concealed but charged under the relatively loose jacket, and under all of her clothing she was still wearing her Zero Suit, only the hands of which were visable and easily mistaken for gloves. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use her Fusion Suit, something she'd try to avoid if possible, but she wasn't taking any chances with someone as violent and underhanded as Travers.
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