Nico Francis Moyer

A particularly strange fellow who makes his living as a space junker and mercenary. Try not to be overwhelmed by his manner of speech...

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Riverstyx777

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

Nico's build is slim, yet muscular. A "wiry" form of strength, you could say. Shoulder-length blonde hair usually frames his face, revealing his icy blue eyes. He wears clothing that is slightly outdated, adding more to his eccentric appearance. T-shirts, jeans, and work boots, articles of clothing which he finds comfortable, not the "unnatural" materials the "monkeysuits" are made out of.

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Personality

Nico is a very eccentric person, to say the least. His choice of words can be confusing at times, especially when he's stressed and mixes Latin, an extremely obsolete language in the human planets, and obviously unknown in the greater Universe, into his repertoire. Besides Latin, Nico has learned a great many languages, at least enough to communicate with, and create good stead with many strangers. He carries himself with an air that would seem "cocky" to most people, but it's actually because he doesn't care what anybody thinks about him. At very rare moments, Nico can be serious, but usually his joking manner is what gets him in trouble in the first place.

Equipment

A pistol and a rifle from the end of the Twenty-Third Century, running on gunpowder and actual bullets. He keeps the pistol in a holster on his belt, along with the bullets. The rifle is in a homemade holster on his back, the rounds for which are set in elastic bands on the butt of the rifle. A seventeen inch diamond-edge blade is always hidden in one of his boots.

History

Nico was born the seventh child of a poor factory worker's family, on the young terrestrial planet of Slevic, in the Horsehead Nebula outside the Milky Way Galaxy. Actually, Nico's father was the person who fixed the lowly production line robots. Growing up basically in the factory, his father taught him a great many things about mechanical work. Outside of the factory, Nico never socialized much with other children his age. He was never on the same standing as them, so he remained alone.

He ran away at age thirteen and found himself in the Slevic city of Agnitio, finding himself surrounded by scholars upon scholars. Agnitio was a bustling center of education, where almost anyone could find one form of schooling or another. Even a certain son of a lowly repair man. Nico wandered the bustling streets for days, trying to find work, food, and shelter. He ended up falling in with a very strange teacher, one who taught Nico the long-dead language of Latin, among other languages, in exchange for Nico's grunt work for the man. A year later, Nico's tutor disappeared mysteriously. Jobless and homeless yet again, Nico left the planet of Slevic for good, never to return, upon the next inter-galactic ship out of the Milky Way.

For years, Nico has wandered the farthest reaches of the Universe, making enough money to feed himself, but never enough to get him much farther.

Nico Francis Moyer's Story

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:41:47, as a chat transcript.
What a warm evening it was, Nico mused, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. His rifle hung on its strap from his left shoulder, as his pistol bounced in its holster at his left hip. Nico appeared to be a stereotypical gunslinger, but thrown a few hundred years into the future. Next to go from his body were his heavy metal-plated boots, landing somewhere near his shirt. He didn't seem to notice anybody else as he laid out in the cool sand, his mind altogether somewhere else, the sun glinting off his porcelain white skin and golden blonde hair.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:52:42, as a chat transcript.
A flash of light that was not the sun setting disturbed the strange fellow from his dozing, and he sat bolt upright, rifle coming to bear. Wild blue eyes flashed dangerously as he stared with wonder at the approaching figure. His pure golden hair fell across his face in a crazed fashion as he leapt to his feet. "Quid? The hell are you?!?" He shouted, not even noticing he slipped into Latin for a moment.

# Wing City Gardens, 2010-03-10 18:08:33, as a chat transcript.
A roar shattered the pleasant tranquility of the gardens; the screeching of tires creating a torrid cacophony to replace the once serene peace. Tearing around the bend of the hedgerow into the center of the gardens was a dark green Ducati sport bike, the rider's knee all-but touching the ground on the sharp turn. The engine roared as he accelerated once more, aiming to miss the fountain as the black-clad, helmet-less rider pulled the bike up onto its back wheel. One glance was all it took for the young adolescent on the bike to nearly lose all control, seeing the pretty, robin's-egg-blue-haired girl walking along the edge of the fountain as he whipped past. The screeching of tires was heard once more, along with the groaning of strained gears. Still, despite his obvious skill with a bike, the back end spun around as he came to a stop with the engine compression, catching a rock. In just one moment, the blonde-haired rider found himself sprawled in the dirt, next to his still running bike.

# Wing City Gardens, 2010-03-10 18:25:35, as a chat transcript.
The fallen biker remained still, his breath appearing shallow. It would seem that he just learned his lesson about wearing helmets -the hard way. The bike rumbled, then sputtered out, the jamming of gears putting too much strain on the engine. Dirt smudged the rider's pale face, and if one looked closely, they would see a tiny, tiny smile playing on his thin lips. Nico had known the girl would peek over the fountain in worry, so he wanted to play around a little. There was nothing malicious about the young man, he just had some strange ways.

# Wing City Gardens, 2010-03-10 18:36:50, as a chat transcript.
As soon as the girl tapped his arm, a low chuckle erupted from his lips, and his eyes shot open, revealing deep blues. Nico flashed a brilliant white smile, though it was bit crooked, giving him a "devil-may-care" appearance. "Hoo, that was fun, wasn't it?" Nico laughed brightly, sitting up as if tanking on a bike and being greeted by pretty girls during the aftermath was perfectly natural. "Hello, little lady, Nico Francis Moyer at your service." With that, the strange fellow did a little half-bow, still not trusting his feet.

# Wing City Gardens, 2010-03-10 18:45:06, as a chat transcript.
That beautiful crooked smile still played across his face, causing his eyes to sparkle with a strange, yet friendly light. Of course he felt pity when he saw the girl signing and inferred that either she was deaf or dumb, or both. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. No, instead of showing pity, he immediately began signing back to her, repeating exactly what he said. With a chuckle, he also added that being alone wasn't the best thing to do, especially in Wing City.

# Wing City Gardens, 2010-03-10 18:57:03, as a chat transcript.
Oho! Was this the trickiest of girls! The self-same smile danced across his features, but it wasn't such that would be frightening. No, as open and forward as Nico was, he knew how to hold back just enough not to scare people. It got worse when he was stressed, though, and started throwing foreign languages into his standard English. His personal favourite was Latin, though. Taking a few steps closer, Nico continued to sign with his deft hands, which seemed as dextrous as they were strong. "I don't doubt that, Miss, but there are certain undesirable asini out there that would gladly test that theory," he signed, not even noticed he threw a Latin sign into the mix.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-03 09:12:32, as a chat transcript.
The door opened gently, and a golden-haired young man in his late teens or early twenties stepped inside, letting the door close just as discreetly as it had been opened. Dressed simply in comfortable, yet practical, street clothes, the man could have easily been overlooked, save for the rifle on his back and the pistol hung loosely at his hip. There was a disconcerting glint in his icy blue eyes as he stared around at the other patrons, before making his way up to the bar proper. "Bartender, a whiskey, si placet," the odd man said quietly, yet quite clearly, with a strange accent not many would recognise.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-03 09:36:39, as written by Riverstyx777
Nico Francis Moyer sighed and leaned back in the stool, taking a sip of his whiskey. It was rather entertaining to watch the android crash into the wine rack, but not as amusing as some of his adventures. Taking another sip, his eyes fell onto the woman who had just entered. Rather, his eyes fell on her barely swaying backside, before he managed to look at the woman herself. As he was taking in the leather-armoured beauty, another similar woman appeared, both of them ending up not far from him. "Stercus," he murmured quietly to himself in amazement, taking another, deeper swig of his whiskey.

# Wing City Plaza, 2011-06-02 02:29:57, as written by Riverstyx777
Final test before I damn this fuckin' Chat all to hell.

# Wing City Plaza, 2011-06-02 02:33:53, as written by Riverstyx777
Nico Francis Moyer sat on the edge of the fountain, staring up at the stars. Lost in the byways of some solar flare high above this pitiful city, and indeed Terrus itself, he didn't notice the presence of the girl on the other side of the fountain, nor did he hear the clanking of the armour. Sighing, Nico thumped his leather boots onto the fountain edge and laid back, uncaring if he got wet. He was bored, so ever bored, waiting on a ride that would never come and take him back to get lost in the stars. "Stercus!" He cursed aloud in his listlessness.

# Wing City Plaza, 2011-06-02 03:17:29, as written by Riverstyx777
[i]Something tore his attention away from gazing up into the stars, lost in thought. Maybe it was the girl who drew her sword. Maybe it was the chill shooting down his spine as he realised somebody not quite human was watching him. It was probably a mixture of both. Nico's gaze glanced between the girl and the suavely dressed man, immediately suspicious of the presence of people at such a late hour.

"Quid est?" Nico questioned loudly, his steel blue eyes flickering between both of them. He sat up from his restive position, stepping onto the cobblestones of the plaza. The suavely dressed man with the strange gaze made Nico think he was just trying too hard, being so overdressed. Nico was wearing very simple clothing in comparison to the man, merely jeans of a strange synthetic material and a shirt of similar qualities.

Drawing a strangely shaped pistol from his belt, Nico held it casually in a more defensive manner than threatening. "What in Hades are you two doin' quam hic in hac hora?"

# Wing City Plaza, 2011-06-02 03:43:59, as written by Riverstyx777
Nico Francis Moyer did not lower his pistol from his decidedly and obviously defensive stance at the words of the strange man. A nagging suspicion in the back of his mind told Nico that if he hadn't been there, the man would be preying on the girl with the pink eyes in some way or another. But, it never boded well for one who acted merely on suspicion. Nico had learned that the hard way one too many times.

"Ita, I am not from this locus," he said, noting the girl's wariness of both himself and the queer fellow. "Can you blame a man for not trusting strangers?"

Nico was still yet unsure if he should just leave and let the fellow do what he pleased, or if he should stay and see how things played out.