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Name: Nicholas “Nick” Crane
Age: old enough to be tried as an adult, but not old enough to drink
Birthday: November 1 – and don’t go forgetting it now
Gender: male
Species: human
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: skinny, but muscular, like a runner with a high metabolism, which he is, in effect
Skin: pale
Hair: also pale. Platinum blonde, but almost white. Comes down in two faceframes and short bangs, close-cropped in the back, and for some reason he’s got a small topknot (tied with a bright green rubber band).
Eyes: sky blue, beady, often really wide open, tend to dart around, never miss a thing, and are just plain CREEPY.
Ears: pointy, but he’s not an elf; he’s just a human with pointy ears.
Clothing: A reddish orange pullover parka-type thing with a hood and stomach pocket (though he never uses the hood), with the sleeves rolled up inwards, both to just below his elbows; they unroll a lot, which gets on his nerves. Under this sweatshirt is an old, ratty yellow T-shirt with a rather different smiley on it. His jeans are very dark blue and tight around the thighs, but flare out below the knees. On (usually) his feet are white socks and black sandals.
Accessories: Small, circular shades. Y’know, the kind that don’t have any ear things and just somehow stay on your nose.
Occupation: None. Ever.
Affiliations: 1 mother, recently turned alcoholic; 1 father, vanished 15ish years; 1 older sister, well-adjusted and married; entire family has denied his existence. Some Juvee buddies, some psych ward buddies, and some therapists, but he’s always hated the therapists.
Pets: 1 puppy, deceased.
Abilities: Runs fast. Can hide things on his person even when there seems to be no place on his person to do so. Has never attempted to creep a zombie out, but probably could.
Oh, and since entering the Dream, he has found he can read minds, do telekinesis, and is clairvoyant. As if he wasn’t already problematic enough... HOWEVER, he is not used to these abilities, as he didn't have them before. (He can only read active thoughts (like the ones people put in italics), otherwise his PG would be being a bit presumptuous and rude.)
Special effects: provided by ILM.
Personality: In two words, psychopathic and insane. He thinks inanimate objects talk to him. But he’s not stupid – even though CDs sometimes say “steal me,” drugs say “let me kill you” in various graphic ways. He doesn’t do drugs.
Though he does relish the thought of others’ suffering and death, he can often control this urge and is actually quite calm most of the time, if a bit creepy – it’s just people always seem to remember the times he wasn’t. Also, he’s been known to be sick at the sight and smell of excessive amounts of blood. He prefers relatively bloodless deaths, such as strangulation, smothering, poisoning, or his favorite, bludgeoning; the only problem with bludgeoning, he says, is “they bleed too much.”
He absolutely detests the idea of sex. He thinks rapists are sickos and seeing girls naked is disgusting. He may even tell girls in bathing suits to “get some clothes on before you get f***ed.”
He has a foul mouth, but not as foul as some. Still, his favorite music more often than not has a parental advisory label.
He can’t fake his feelings; but guilt and regret are not among things he feels. However, he is capable of liking people, in whatever way a psychopathic lunatic does...
History: Born and raised in Newark, NJ, he never seemed terribly well-adjusted. He beat up kids and stole their stuff since as long ago as anyone remembered. For a while he was in school counseling but it didn’t get far before he just stopped going. Around age 11 he started shoplifting and was sent to Juvee after repeated offences. A few weeks after he got out, his sister’s puppy died of mysterious head injuries. Nick, the only witness, said it fell down the stairs. Regardless, his mother sent him to a mental hospital (called Rose Hill, with neither roses nor a hill) for evaluation, and they liked him so much they decided to keep him.
At age 16 or so, he left. They found him walking along the Interstate a week later. It turned out he had hitchhiked at first but later beaten the driver to death with a jack when the man got a flat tire (apparently the jack wanted revenge). Nick was convicted of second-degree murder and put in prison, but after killing two other inmates he was moved to death row. Within a few months they strapped him to a chair and flipped the switch.
And thus, Nicholas Crane was unleashed upon the Napping Cat’s Dream.
Ambition: “Ambition? F*** ambition. If anything it’s to make sure no one pisses me off twice.”
Note (9-05): Anything written in italics with ## around it, are thoughts that Nick isn't quite in control of but hears anyway, or the imagined "speech" of inanimate objects. He generally doesn't hear them unless he's getting (or gotten) agitated. And after agitated he gets angry. And you won't like him when he's angry...
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