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Nicolas Reed

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a character in “Wako”, as played by trudy

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Nicolas Reed ĪŸ
death always comes too early or too late


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AESTHETIC
Now that he has a new face, Nicolas's appearance has changed slightly. He's a little taller now standing around 6' even, and he seems to hold more definition and tone then before. Thick, dark curls sit atop his head, wild if he fails to keep them in check. Nico's now fair skin is smoother, more youthful, and decorated with an occasional beauty mark. Clear blue eyes framed by prominent brows; open and expressive like the emotions that flicker across his face. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos.


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PERSONA

Though he possesses high levels of observance and empathy; able to understand how those around him are feeling, Nicolas doesn't always have the sensitive maturity needed to deal with said 'feelings'. Inherently, he's kind. He never purposefully attempts to upset others, but he's got a mouth prone to sarcasm, and usually finds himself rambling when anxious or upset. He's put his foot in his mouth more than once because of this. Thankfully, that maturity is developing. He's good at telling when his friends are stressed, and coming up with ways to pull them out of their minds. He hates to see those he's close to upset, hates it more if he's accidentally caused the emotional harm.

He finds sitting still and focusing on study difficult, grows fidgety and bored after a while. Nicolas wants to do well, but even the best intentions don't always garner results. When it comes to social skills at least, Nic is much better versed. He's a friendly individual, and usually has an approachable smile plastered on his face. He laughs easily, jokes frequently, and loves nothing more than to be surrounded by his friends. Nic's slightly pliant to peer-pressure, and easily convinced to join in whatever adventurous fun those close to him want to undertake. He seems to go with the flow more often than not. Of course, even the most persuasive of people won't get him to drink. His father's alcoholism, has made him wary of the substances.

Nicolas spent years of his childhood shrinking from his father's harsh words, and at some points physical threats. He has trouble verbalising when he's unhappy with someone, tending to bury his worries and pretend like it's fine rather than confront them. Confrontation is something he actively avoids, and some might consider him a pushover at times. Nicolas has this amazing ability of avoiding his problems until they are ready to swallow him whole. He has his breaking points, of course. The closest of his friends, Sky, and the twins; Kimber and Kaity. More than once he's come to school with glitter stuck to his clothes after spending the previous night doing arts and crafts with the twins. Nic is surprisingly good with kids, and when he needs extra money but can't pick up a shift at his work, he usually offers his babysitting services to the neighbors.





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ATTRIBUTES

LIKES. Nicolas prefers the nighttime, and his mother always called him a little owl when he was a child. Oddly enough Nic loves to listen to Sky ramble, some of his fondest memories involve the two sitting in his room with Sky talking enough for the both of them. He enjoys running and often took morning jogs on the beach right as the sun was rising. He also enjoys peanut butter milkshakes from Tilly's.

DISLIKES. Nic cannot stand the thought of liars, as he is rather honest himself. Nicolas has never liked the thought of a bully, tater tots, or the sight of blood. He once scraped his knee during a track meet and passed out on the spot.

QUIRKS. Nicolas always drums his fingers against any surface he can find when he is nervous. Has a habit of telling awful jokes. Sometimes he sleepwalks when he's had a particularly stressful night.

STRENGTHS. Nicolas is selfless, he'll do anything to protect those he cares about and will lay anything down to protect them. It's why he endured his father's beatings to keep him away from his mother and sisters. He is also a great listener and rather thoughtful with advice even though he probably needs it the most. Nic is just a genuine friend. While he can be a little judgmental and hesitant at first due to differences, once he sees the good in someone he will be by their side.

WEAKNESS. Nicolas has always been quite insecure with almost everything, but he hides it well. Although most of the time he is unyielding to any negative comments about his character, he often takes it to heart. His self-worth is tied up in others and he can easily be beaten down by other's comments. He has always been overly sensitive, ever since he was a child. Nicolas also has a terrible problem of avoiding his problems until the blow up in his face.

FEARS. Most notably Nicolas is terrified of his father. The man went to extreme lengths to ruin his life, and as much as he has always wanted to stand up to the man he's always been too afraid. Now that he's back he also fears losing Skylar as Nic feels as if he's the only person he has left in his life Naturally, Nic is terrified of the sight of blood, it makes him sick to his stomach and he also hates spiders.





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PAST

"I just need the chance to tell Sky that it has always been him, that I love him."

STILL HOLDING ON. More than anything Nicolas wants to see Sky. Just to laugh with him, talk to him, and be with him. The last night they had together felt perfect, and he would give anything to feel that way again. Nicolas knows he needs to fix this, whatever this is. I . He knows he messed up by not letting Sky past his walls due to his fear. It was selfish of him. Death has taught him that he truly doesn't have the time he thinks, and if he could go back and do it all again he would.

HAPPIEST MEMORY. "One summer Sky and I went to the beach around three in the morning, god I think we were about fourteen. We laid on the sand and just talked forever. We talked about our families, we talked about our dreams and aspirations, we talked about our future together... we just talked about everything. At one point we stopped and tried to count as many stars as we could, we got to like a thousand before giving up. I remember coming so close to telling him then, but I got so scared. We were just so young, and I was just so afraid. But til sunrise we just sat there and talked, it was so peaceful."





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HISTORY

x x x x xAge Nine
"Get him!" Kimber yelled and the two sisters tackled Nicolas to the floor, all of them in a fit of giggles. They had all gotten back from their soccer game, and were fighting in the living room while Mom was making dinner in the kitchen. "Girls please don't attack your brother! After all he has a play date today with the neighbor boy!". Nic's face turned a bright shade of red as he hid his face in the couch. "Mom! I already told you it's called hanging out! I am already nine, 'play-dates' are for babies... Like Kimber and Kaity". The girls screeched at this comment and attacked him again as he defended himself with a mere pillow.

x x x x xAge Thirteen
"Have you ever noticed that you come over alot?" Sky was laying down on his bed staring up at the ceiling while Nicolas set cross-legged on the floor leaned up against the bed next to him. Nicolas's face flushed at the comment, a sense of nervousness sweeping over him. He was always reluctant to invite him over because of his father. "I mean... yes, does that bother you?" Skylar laughed at the response, completely filling the room within seconds. "Of course not," he exclaimed, "I love you being here, I just meant that I never really come to your place!" Relief set in, and Nic let out a shaky laugh. "Sorry, I just didn't want my family to, uh, scare you away" He could feel the air shift slightly in the room and he quickly interjected, "my sisters would probably terrorize you". Sky cracked a small smile and then they both shared a laugh.

x x x x xAge Fifteen
"What is this?" His father yelled, Nic flinching as his hand came down on the table hard rattling the glasses. "It's just one grade Dad, I already asked Mrs. - " "No! Keep this up and they'll throw you off the track team. You've been spending too much time with that neighbor boy. In fact, you're not leaving this home until you get these grades up" Nicolas scoffed lowering his head, "like you give a shit anyway" he mumbled under his breath. "What did you just say to me?" Nicolas's face practically turned red with rage as he stood up from his seat his voice raised, "like you give a shit any-" His father's fist connected with his jaw and Nicolas instantly crumpled to the ground holding his face in his hands, he could already feel the hot tears beginning to form. His father just made a small noise of disappointment before leaving him in the kitchen to cry until his mother found him when she got home that evening. He stayed home the rest of the week.

x x x x xAge Seventeen
Nicolas slammed his fist into the steering wheel, the loud honk drowning out his own thoughts. He hated himself for what he was doing, but he was scared. He couldn't go to anyone, he was alone. He could see it on Sky's face every time he saw him, the pain that he was causing. Nic knew what he was doing was hurting him but he was too afraid to stop distancing himself, afraid to get close, afraid to confess, afraid to love him, afraid to lose him. Now he could taste the salty tears running down his face, it was too much, why did everything have to be so damn complicated. He didn't want to hurt Sky, but he was losing him, the thought settled burying itself into his head. I am losing him.

x x x x xAge Nineteen
A bright light. Why wasn't I watching the road?. Pain. Sharp, blinding pain. He couldn't move, He couldn't breath, He smelled and tasted the blood on his tongue. It felt as if he was being held under water, drowning, only bubbles escaping his throat. After a while Nicolas felt himself become numb, he could no longer feel the pain, or anything. Someone was yelling his name. Skylar. He got out, he's okay, Nic was relived. Perhaps it was the idea that Skylar was safe that finally allowed Nicolas to let go. He felt a small tear cascade down his cheek as he took his last shaky breath in. Then the world went black.

So begins...

Nicolas Reed's Story

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Lightning strikes across the island at the peak of the morning, summing the arrival of Death. Death loomed over the island of Wako, not in a menacing way, but instead watching over the island. Though, no one would be dying on this day, in fact life was being given. The first day of summer, the one year anniversary of the deaths of four teens, and the day these teens would be brought back to life. He would give these teens another chance at life to do whatever they wished. Also, he just wanted to watch what happened, he was growing bored, always watching people die, but today, oh today, now he would watch people live.


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A flash of bright light.

A tingling feeling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

Then came the booming rumble, that rippled through the earth shaking him to the core.


Nicolas Alexander Reed opened his eyes, something he hadn't done for a year. As the light adjusted, he blinked rapidly, a small groan coming from somewhere... Himself maybe?

He was lying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. For a second he almost thought this was the afterlife, or a surreal dream that was possibly his heaven. He laid there, staring up, waiting for something. God? The Devil? Anyone?

But nothing happened. There was no booming voice from the clouds or bright white light. Just the sky and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

After a couple minutes he realized that he could move, he wiggled his toes and fingers, the feeling almost foreign in a way. The sand clung to him like glue around him and he raised a hand to his forehead to wipe a few grains from his forehead. He was confused that's for sure. His last real memory being... well dying. Nic's gut twisted and he clenched his eyes shut as the horrifying noise of metal crunching and the smell of gasoline became prominent. He willed it out of his mind as quickly as it had come and slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings which he recognized. He was on Wako. Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? The questions ran through his mind. He got up, shakily, it was almost as if he was an infant taking his first steps. As he managed to stand, loose sand falling from his clothes, he noticed he was lying right next to the shore. The beach itself looked closed, it must be early... But was there even anyone else in this supposed Afterlife?

A few meters he recognized the small standing shower that he used to use to wash the sand off his feet. He slowly shuffled to the shower, for a reason unbeknownst to himself. Nicolas placed a hand against the cold metal hoping that somehow some memory would come to him, maybe to explain to him, what in the hell was happening. It took him a second to realize the reflection staring back at him in the metal wasn't, well... Him. W- What? The shock of it made him stumble back a bit, as he rubbed his eyes thinking maybe he was hallucinating.

Nicolas slowly reached a hand up to touch the strangers, his face. The person staring back at him, had an angular jaw, bright blue eyes, curly dark brown hair, hell, he could even tell he was taller and more muscular. It was then he realized he was wearing the same outfit the night of the crash, a simple cotton grey shirt and pants, except he was oddly barefoot and the clothes weren't ripped and soaked in his blood. Oh god, he felt sick. He couldn't stand to look at the person staring back and bent over, emptying whatever content was left in his stomach. Which was almost nothing.

Everything was too overwhelming.

When he recovered he stepped back and looked around, a gut wrenching sensation tearing at him as he laid eyes on the sandy trail leading up to the parking lot. A simple thought bloomed in his head, Sky, suddenly he could think of nothing but Sky. Is he alive? Dead? Even here? Where ever the hell I am... The thoughts flooding his mind were almost like a magnetic pull as he shuffled up the path. Maybe this was some sign? Good or Bad he wasn't sure.

His steps where uneven, and awkward almost like the Walking Dead. The sand was hot against his feet although there was no sun, but he was almost too numb to feel it, or anything in the matter. Nicolas found that he suddenly wasn't able to will himself any farther and turned back to the beach. He watched the waves for a moment, small tears forming in his eyes. Is this my punishment? Forced to stay in this spot forever? Forced to remember the awful terms and emotions I left him on?

Then the tears finally came and he collapsed to his knees, his salty tears mixing with the sand below him.

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A year ago. A year to the day since everything had changed, since his life had fallen apart entirely. He'd kept waiting to wake up and be okay, kept waiting for things to stop hurting, and they never did. It never got any better. That did, at least, mean that today didn't feel any harder than the rest. He'd had a therapy appointment first thing that morning. The therapist wasn't the worst, but her heart didn't seem to be in it. But she wasn't trying to interfere or mess with his life, so he stayed going to keep his parents feeling like they were doing something.

He had plenty of emails to respond to, had a blog post he needed to finish and publish, had a stack of photos he needed to get edited. But after an hour, he couldn't stand to be inside any more. He needed to be outside and needed to be walking. So he grabbed his camera, called to his parents that he'd be back in an hour or so, and set out walking.

He'd always been calmer when he was outside and walking. It was a distraction from everything else that was going on, or at the least, it was an opportunity to think it through without being interrupted. Bringing his camera with him was as much a security blanket and an excuse as anything else, but still, he found himself stopping to take photos as he walked. When he'd started his blog, he'd wondered how much he could really photograph on such a small island or how long it would take people to get sick of it. But instead he'd found it to be a challenge that forced him to think outside the box and expand his skills and portfolio. He'd expanded into taking long exposures, getting inventive with composure, and also taking portraits. Nicolas had appeared on his blog more than once.

He found himself at the beach almost without even intending to end up there. There was a minute when he considered turning around and going home, but something made him stay and head down towards the beach. And then he saw someone on the path down to the beach, kneeling and staring out at the ocean. Sky definitely considered turning around and leaving then, but something about that... that posture, he (it was definitely a he) just looked exhausted, and for some reason, Sky felt like he had to help.

"Uh... hi. Are... are you okay?" He called as he approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.

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Nicolas wasn't sure how long he sat in the sand before he heard the voice. He could never forget that voice. Every single muscle in his body seized and he felt his hands flex into the sand. For a moment he thought he was just hearing things but he couldn't deny the gentle crunch of the sand from the person standing over him. Nicolas inhaled shakily the sound quietly whistling through his teeth. He found it incredibly hard to move his head, to look, like even his body was just as terrified as he was. After what seemed like a year to him but maybe a few moments in real time he cautiously turned his head in the direction of the voice, Nic couldn't help the audible gasp the escaped his lips.

Skylar Noble. The bubbly, bright-eyed boy that offered to share his soccer ball with him that one sunny day in June. The one who helped him for four hours glueing stars and pictures to a poster board for physics. The one who sat with him as he cried on a bad night with his father. The one Nicolas knew he couldn't live without. His best friend.

xxxPerhaps the love of his life.

Surreal was the best word to describe the feeling. Nic couldn't really explain it but it was if the world seemed to pause for brief moment, as if taking a deep breath. For some reason, Nicolas felt like he was seeing Sky for the first time again. Nothing was making sense, the last thing he remembered was the crash - now the beach and Sky. Was he dead? Did that mean Sky was dead too? Are you real? The words appeared in his mind but never on his lips. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since Sky had asked him the question, Nic could only meet his gaze for a few moments before his stomach turned in knots.

But that look in his eyes, that was probably what killed Nicolas the most. Sky had no idea who he was. Hell, Nic didn't even know who he was. Was this what hell was like, forced to see him over and over again as a stranger. He wasn't exactly sure what to do next, but his mind seemed to go into autopilot maybe because he was in a state of shock. Finally finding his voice he felt words tumble out of his mouth, it was a stranger's voice. The idea made him nauseous.

"I'm fine" No, I'm not. I'm scared, confused, I don't know what's happening. "I think I'm just a little lost" I'm in the West Cove, our hideout is a short walk down the path. "I'm new here, just moved in last week" I've lived here my whole life, just a few blocks from this beach. "Are you from here?" 3476 E Seaside Drive. A quaint yellow house with a mailbox that you painted when you were thirteen. "I was just looking for the best place to watch the sunrise" Remember when we used to do that? "I'm N-... Noah. Noah... Miller" Nicolas Alexander Reed, although you called me Lassie. I hated it.

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The man just stared at Sky for a while, and Sky was seriously beginning to contemplate turning and running, getting away from this strange man as quickly as possible. When he finally spoke, his words sounded somewhat normal, but it was almost like he was just reading lines. Sky was almost sure that this guy had to be out of his mind on drugs, or possibly just coming down from something. He wasn't wearing shoes, for God's sake, no normal person went to the beach at this hour of the day, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and decided not to wear shoes. And Skylar was tempted to just walk away, make some excuse.

But something about the man tugged at his heart strings, and he found himself sitting down on the ground, still a bit of a distance from him. Because as crazy or as strung out as he seemed to be, he didn't seem all that dangerous to Sky. He'd been pretty out of it in the days following... following that horrific night, and people treating him like he was crazy wouldn't have helped.

"Nice to meet you, Noah. I'm Skylar. I live just a couple of blocks away, I've lived here my entire life. And... As for somewhere nice to watch the sunrise, this isn't a bad spot. There's a picnic bench a few hundred yards up that way, that's another good spot to sit and watch the sunset or the sunrise." The best spot was actually a tiny hidden cove in the other direction, but Sky hadn't told anybody about it. Him and Nic had found a way to get down to it when they were kids, and it had always been their spot. It was the only part of the island Sky hadn't photographed at some point, wanting desperately to keep it as their secret. He'd been down there a handful of times since, when he needed to escape everything.

"Listen, uh... are you okay? Like. You seem really out of it, and... I'm not gonna judge you, trust me, I really don't care. But if you need help or anything, I can... I know where to send you. Because some people aren't going to respond all that well to some-" He stopped himself from saying "junkie" in the nick of time. "- Some stranger just hanging out on the beach. Don't want you getting the cops called on you or anything. I don't have the time to give a statement if they find out I was a witness," he said with a small smile.