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North Sven Black

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Requiesexual | Gray Romantic | Heteroromantic

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Shade - Natural

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Katana

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The Tower

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5'8

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169 lbs

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Black

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North obviously has a very strong build at first glance, but also something others notice commonly is his... height. Being a mix of asian and whatever else there is, North only stands at a short five feet and eight inches, but it seems, to make up for that, he's been building a strong body, with large muscles capable of carrying two or even three people. Across the back of his shoulders is a tribal tattoo, marking him the shade he really is from the very moment he was born. Scars and bruises taint his body in every place there is, the most noticeable being the giant scar running across his stomach.

Even his face looks as though he'd seen hell and crawled away, barely scraping by. His eyes don't even seem to bear any color than dark shades, and beneath his eyes are bags of staying up for late nights and dealing with his stress silently. His short hair is onyx colored and often unkempt. It's often brushed over to one side, if long enough, and most people compare him to a wet dog after coming out from a shower.

North doesn't care much for clothing. He'll often wear plain shirts with dark jeans or jackets - simple things that don't draw much attention to him. He'll always keep his dog tag on him though, whether its in his pocket, around his neck, or in his hand, it'll always be with him, and he doesn't give a damn about the people who give him the stares upon seeing it.

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North is very rash during a fight and won't think twice about attacking or anything

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▹ Cats - They're gentle, quiet, and calm. They don't create trouble.
▹ Juice - Not much to say here- North just enjoys whatever kind of juice he can get his hands on, no matter how childish it may seem.
▹ Silence - The silence is calming and calms him down. It makes him feel drowsy and sleep, acting as a sort of anesthesia for him in troubling times.
▹ Soft Things - His hands literally feel like leather from all the burns and scars that have destroyed them, yet he can still feel things that are soft, and it's gentle on his hands that are so used to sharp and hard objects.

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▸ Anything Loud - Despite being deaf, he can 'hear' when someplace is loud, and doesn't like it.
▸ Fighting - He's a fighter, always in the front line, ready to attack and defend, yet North doesn't enjoy fighting. That strange, messed up mentality of his makes it seem as though he does when on the inside, he's tired of it.
▸ Anything Set In Stone - Nothing is for sure or certain. He doesn't like believing that anything is either.
▸ Talking - It's a hassle, and with the slurred way he speaks, many people can't understand North anyways, so when possible, he resorts to general sign language or complex, depending on who he's 'speaking' to.

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⌑ Sign Language - While North is very capable of speaking - besides his slurred words - he doesn't like to go through the trouble, and, when possible, will use sign language to communicate.
⌑ Cooking - Such a stoic person cooking, can you imagine that? No, no you can't. North doesn't really let anyone see him cook, and he never says when he does anyways. He doesn't even cook large meals anyways, often just small plates of food.
⌑ Calculations - This goes for both during battle, and mathematics. Despite North not knowing very much knowledge, somehow, he picked up on math much quicker and easier than others.

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▣ Deaf - Because no matter what, Nicolas Brown will remain handicapped, even in an rp North is unable to hear a single thing, often relying on lipreading and vibrations to 'hear.'
▣ Distant - There's something about North that makes him come off as... distant. He's very closed off from others, and doesn't open up very much.
▣ Aloof - North often spaces out, not listening to whatever or whoever is speaking to him. His mind tends to wander off often.

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✖ Bodies of Water - North has no clue how to swim, at all, meaning any ocean, river, lake - any body of water that he is unable to touch the ground of, is capable of drowning him. Death isn't exactly pleasant, he's heard.
✖ Attachment - Last time his violent behaviors spiraled out of control, he killed the only friend he had and went on this long killing rampage that was unstoppable. He had never felt worse about something, and to grow attached to people, to know that killing them is a possibility if he loses control, it's terrifying.
✖ Heights - He's fine with a few stories up, but if he's standing atop something where, if he were to fall, he'd die, North will feel an extreme amount of comfort.

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North grew up with his sister, well, his step-sister. He was born a shade, so technically, they are not exactly blood related, and being a shade makes him feel apathetic to such a situation. He cared very little for things besides her, since he didn't even have parents to look up to. Mother- gone. Father- ... did he even have a father? No, he was a stepbrother to Eden, technically. Neither of them minded, but it was so obvious he was a natural shade, with that dark, black tattoo marking his upper back ever since he was a child. The few scraps of clothing he wore back then wasn't enough to cover it up, and in the end, it was futile anyways.

Regardless, the two of them grew up poor after their mother left them on the side of the street. He knew his sister was getting into trouble to try and give them a life, but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't do a single thing. He couldn't do shit because he couldn't hear anything. North was deaf as a doorknob. Couldn't hear a single thing. The world was silent to him, so whenever he was talked to, he'd have to make eye contact and read their lips if sign language wasn't used. Even then, being deaf was unacceptable. Their society looked down on him, labeled him useless, trash, worthless - he wouldn't even have value if he were to be sold off. He was a toy, a destroyed, disgusting toy, waiting to be used and thrown out for the next son of a bitch.

While his sister was off doing 'honest work,' North tried finding his work elsewhere. As a shade, maybe his skills could be put to some use, so he offered to join various gangs at a young age, but all he ended up getting was bruises and scars. Technically, he got in, but he wasn't used to fight and protect people. He was stomped on, kicked around, shoved over, and a man even pushed him off a one story building. Ribs were broken, hands were bent out of shape, bruises freckling his body, scars tearing his skin apart, each day. He was hardly a teenager when one gang got tired of trying to find a woman to fulfill their sexual desires. He unfortunately happened to be in the area, helpless, too small at the time to even fight back. Although, one friend was always there for him. He always looked out for his back, even though the gang he belonged to would beat him up and use them in any way they wanted.

North never got to know his name, he never heard his voice, not once, but his mere presence was enough for him to feel comfort when his sister wasn't there for him. The boy was strange, the way he held his chin up, the way he looked at people, even the way he moved his lips made North curious about him. What was up with this boy? Who was he? Why we he so keen on staying that close to North? Well... he didn't ask, nor did he mind. Just sitting next to each other, both filled with injuries from the same men and women, was enough.

But North just broke. He couldn't stand anymore of the abuse, and the whole gang was taken down in one day, the only one left being his dear, dear friend, the only person who cared about him besides his sister. In the end, that boy commit suicide and North ended up alone again. It all happened when he was 24, when he finally couldn't handle it anymore. But on that same day, he met someone and that someone was Genesis. He found her on the street, and she offered to clean up that bloody shirt of his, although everything he was wearing at the time was covered in red, including himself. Why did he let her clean him up? Who knows... But thank god he did.

Because each day she irritated and bugged him those four years- every minute she kept on trying to grab his attention, every second she spoke to him or signed to him, made him feel some sort of strange attachment he wasn't use to like before. Why did he care about this woman so much? He really didn't know, and he didn't even realize how much she became apart of his daily life until one day she didn't bother him at all. She was no where in sight, and something drove him to leave his daily schedule just to try and find her. What was so different? Was something wrong? Did something happen? Where was she? It was that same attachment he felt that made the two what are are today, though few notice or realize...

They're subtle. Quiet, silent, behind closed doors, and even then, North doesn't trust himself entirely around her. Gentle, be careful, don't push too hard- he has to remind himself these things in order not to lose himself. He's crazy, he's insane- how did such a thing ever happen? He's glad that it did but... Is this really ok for someone like him to have? Does he deserve to have someone like her. This thing they have going on... he loves it. But at the same time, it shouldn't be there...

To this day though, no one knows who killed that gang back then. Not even his sister knows, and he intends to keep it that way, though he knows that insane aggression will one day return again.

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Funfact: Nicolas Brown is only 5'5 holy jesus what a smol man

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Just to lighten up the mood