Post by Niodin Evans on Aug 6, 2015 20:37:58 GMT
General:
Full name: Niodin Evans
Nicknames: Din/Nio
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Profession: Infiltrant
Background:
Social standing: Average
Family: Niodin is pretty much on his own. His mother works in a different location for the government, after having been transferred since they needed her there more. His father is no longer alive. Niodin suspects foul play, but has no prove of this. It is unknown wether he's right or wether it's just something that formed in his mind as a bad way to cope with the loss.
He has an older brother, Doran, 31, with whom he has very little contact.
Past: Niodin's past was a pleasant one. Since both his parents worked long hours, he and his brother had to do quite a lot of work inside the house, but there was certainly free time and Niodin had a few friends with whom he was very close.
He was a fairly serious child and at a relatively young age he started getting involved in political things. He couldn't have been much older than fourteen when he frequently had heated discussions with his mother, who was scared shitless of losing grip on her son. Not without good reason; a good friend of hers lost her own teenage son to Ebony Prison.
He was fifteen when she left. She'd been promoted, but she also had to leave. Everything was arranged for her and declining was not an option.
Saying goodbye was infinitely more intense and painful than Niodin could have imagined. His puberty-stricken brain had kind of gotten the idea that she only lived for her work, but the tears she cried when she told them she had to leave and could not take them with her were something he'd never forget.
He didn't take it well. It was another thing on the list of things he blamed the government for. And this was personal. In his eyes they had taken his mother from him and brainwashed her.
And to make matters worse, it was less than two years later when he also lost his father. On a cold, rainy morning the police were on their doorstep to tell them the man had died in an accident.
However, he had been more outspoken about the things in Rosehall he disagreed with than he had ever been, so for Niodin it was obvious what really happened. His brother Doran however, wouldn't hear any of it.
Doran was nineteen at the time, so he was an adult, but since Niodin was still a minor, he was placed into an orphanage in the outer ring, since it was not an option to reunite him with his mother. He did not get an explanation as to why it wasn't an option, whatever he tried, from fits of rage to attempts at reasoning.
By the time he was eighteen and left the orphanage, he had become a lot tougher and more mature. He also now had this powerless anger inside of him that had gotten plenty of time to grow and fester.
He wanted to do something.
It was almost a coincidence, however, that he joined the resistance. Not that he didn't want to, but it really was a matter of knowing someone who knew someone who also knew someone, through which he got noticed. One of his childhood friends was in the resistance, but in a position as an infiltrant, providing the resistance with information. It was her who spoke with her superior and convinced him to trust Niodin and give him a shot. From there on out, the ball started rolling.
They gave him the chance to prove himself, and he did, through a small assignment that, despite it's importance, still carried a bit of risk. Niodin was extremely motivated, now that he had a specific goal ahead of him.
Through a series of small tasks Niodin managed to build something of a reputation for himself as someone who was willing to do all sorts of work and who was professional about it. He rose in rank fairly quickly and was only twenty-three when the idea of making him an infiltrant came up. They were convinced he had it in him and really needed someone for the job. It had to be done carefully, however, even if that meant taking a lot of time. The first hurdle was getting in, but he did it. It was a long road. He'd start out a guard, so that he could keep eyes and ears open, but in order to qualify for that, he had to go through two years of official training. A pretty big sacrifice for someone that young, but since his ideals were practically all he had left, he didn't hesitate.
He was twenty-five when he was ready. During his training he had seen and heard enough to hate the government even more and had a burning desire to finally do what he came to do. He managed to control himself, however, and acted like his life depended on it.
Despite his guard training, his status as a rookie meant that he was often shamelessly given lesser tasks. He took it, despite it meaning that he was often not much more than a glorified janitor, because he could not lose his job, not now.
It turned out it had it's advantages. He went everywhere without being doubted. He learned the ins and outs of the buildings he worked in, includin City Hall. He learned who was who, who was really in charge and he kept his head down.
By now he just does what he's been trained for. He often stands guard for meetings. Sometimes he stands guard at the gates, and he whenever possible, he lets things through that belong to the resistance.
He does his best to leave a good impression and really hopes to, at some point, be promoted to someone's personal guard.
In the little bits of spare time he has, he sometimes meets up with his contacts to tell them what he knows, wether it's something he hears first hand or even just guard's gossip.
Personality:
Passions: Mostly the resistance. It's almost all he has in his life at this point and he is almost obsessed with it. Before all this he also really enjoyed a good book or hanging out with friends.
Dislikes:
- The government
- Vagueness/mysteriousness
- Being pranked
Relationships: //
Fears:
- Getting found out
- Being useless
Talents:
- His training has resulted in him having a very good condition.
- It also taught him weapon-skills and hand-to-hand fighting
- He is alert and a very quick thinker
Weaknesses:
- He is very serious
- He has a very hard time making friends
- He finds himself unable to put work aside
- He has developed major trust issues, mostly due to the fact that he always has to be on guard and that everyone can be an enemy
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.69 m, muscular, but with a naturally slender frame. He doesn't exactly look like a body builder, but is toned all the same. Dark eyes, almost black, and a serious face.
Skin: White
Hair: Black. Short and messy.
Fashion style and accessories: Usually wears his uniform. In his free time he sticks to jeans and a T-shirt or sweater. Niodin is no fashionista.
Special features: //
Extra:
- Very rarely he smokes, against the stress. He doesn't really drink, however, aside from the incidental beer whenever the stars align.
- He has a tattoo on his lower back.
Picure:
Full name: Niodin Evans
Nicknames: Din/Nio
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Profession: Infiltrant
Background:
Social standing: Average
Family: Niodin is pretty much on his own. His mother works in a different location for the government, after having been transferred since they needed her there more. His father is no longer alive. Niodin suspects foul play, but has no prove of this. It is unknown wether he's right or wether it's just something that formed in his mind as a bad way to cope with the loss.
He has an older brother, Doran, 31, with whom he has very little contact.
Past: Niodin's past was a pleasant one. Since both his parents worked long hours, he and his brother had to do quite a lot of work inside the house, but there was certainly free time and Niodin had a few friends with whom he was very close.
He was a fairly serious child and at a relatively young age he started getting involved in political things. He couldn't have been much older than fourteen when he frequently had heated discussions with his mother, who was scared shitless of losing grip on her son. Not without good reason; a good friend of hers lost her own teenage son to Ebony Prison.
He was fifteen when she left. She'd been promoted, but she also had to leave. Everything was arranged for her and declining was not an option.
Saying goodbye was infinitely more intense and painful than Niodin could have imagined. His puberty-stricken brain had kind of gotten the idea that she only lived for her work, but the tears she cried when she told them she had to leave and could not take them with her were something he'd never forget.
He didn't take it well. It was another thing on the list of things he blamed the government for. And this was personal. In his eyes they had taken his mother from him and brainwashed her.
And to make matters worse, it was less than two years later when he also lost his father. On a cold, rainy morning the police were on their doorstep to tell them the man had died in an accident.
However, he had been more outspoken about the things in Rosehall he disagreed with than he had ever been, so for Niodin it was obvious what really happened. His brother Doran however, wouldn't hear any of it.
Doran was nineteen at the time, so he was an adult, but since Niodin was still a minor, he was placed into an orphanage in the outer ring, since it was not an option to reunite him with his mother. He did not get an explanation as to why it wasn't an option, whatever he tried, from fits of rage to attempts at reasoning.
By the time he was eighteen and left the orphanage, he had become a lot tougher and more mature. He also now had this powerless anger inside of him that had gotten plenty of time to grow and fester.
He wanted to do something.
It was almost a coincidence, however, that he joined the resistance. Not that he didn't want to, but it really was a matter of knowing someone who knew someone who also knew someone, through which he got noticed. One of his childhood friends was in the resistance, but in a position as an infiltrant, providing the resistance with information. It was her who spoke with her superior and convinced him to trust Niodin and give him a shot. From there on out, the ball started rolling.
They gave him the chance to prove himself, and he did, through a small assignment that, despite it's importance, still carried a bit of risk. Niodin was extremely motivated, now that he had a specific goal ahead of him.
Through a series of small tasks Niodin managed to build something of a reputation for himself as someone who was willing to do all sorts of work and who was professional about it. He rose in rank fairly quickly and was only twenty-three when the idea of making him an infiltrant came up. They were convinced he had it in him and really needed someone for the job. It had to be done carefully, however, even if that meant taking a lot of time. The first hurdle was getting in, but he did it. It was a long road. He'd start out a guard, so that he could keep eyes and ears open, but in order to qualify for that, he had to go through two years of official training. A pretty big sacrifice for someone that young, but since his ideals were practically all he had left, he didn't hesitate.
He was twenty-five when he was ready. During his training he had seen and heard enough to hate the government even more and had a burning desire to finally do what he came to do. He managed to control himself, however, and acted like his life depended on it.
Despite his guard training, his status as a rookie meant that he was often shamelessly given lesser tasks. He took it, despite it meaning that he was often not much more than a glorified janitor, because he could not lose his job, not now.
It turned out it had it's advantages. He went everywhere without being doubted. He learned the ins and outs of the buildings he worked in, includin City Hall. He learned who was who, who was really in charge and he kept his head down.
By now he just does what he's been trained for. He often stands guard for meetings. Sometimes he stands guard at the gates, and he whenever possible, he lets things through that belong to the resistance.
He does his best to leave a good impression and really hopes to, at some point, be promoted to someone's personal guard.
In the little bits of spare time he has, he sometimes meets up with his contacts to tell them what he knows, wether it's something he hears first hand or even just guard's gossip.
Personality:
Passions: Mostly the resistance. It's almost all he has in his life at this point and he is almost obsessed with it. Before all this he also really enjoyed a good book or hanging out with friends.
Dislikes:
- The government
- Vagueness/mysteriousness
- Being pranked
Relationships: //
Fears:
- Getting found out
- Being useless
Talents:
- His training has resulted in him having a very good condition.
- It also taught him weapon-skills and hand-to-hand fighting
- He is alert and a very quick thinker
Weaknesses:
- He is very serious
- He has a very hard time making friends
- He finds himself unable to put work aside
- He has developed major trust issues, mostly due to the fact that he always has to be on guard and that everyone can be an enemy
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.69 m, muscular, but with a naturally slender frame. He doesn't exactly look like a body builder, but is toned all the same. Dark eyes, almost black, and a serious face.
Skin: White
Hair: Black. Short and messy.
Fashion style and accessories: Usually wears his uniform. In his free time he sticks to jeans and a T-shirt or sweater. Niodin is no fashionista.
Special features: //
Extra:
- Very rarely he smokes, against the stress. He doesn't really drink, however, aside from the incidental beer whenever the stars align.
- He has a tattoo on his lower back.
Picure: