Nigel Beaulieu

Nigel Beaulieu
Gender	Male
Race	Elezen
Clan	Duskwight
Citizenship	Nebulous
Age	20
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Performer and Thaumaturge
Height/Weight	6'9" / 170 ponze
Orientation	Heteroflexible
Relatives	None that he names

Forever a WIP!

Basic Info

Likes ■ Magic, specifically Thaumaturgy ■ Books ■ People Watching ■ Flowery language ■ His own voice ■ Learning ■ Machinery

Dislikes ■ Touching people ■ Being touched ■ Having his personal space invaded ■ Pushy people

Skills ■ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral ■ Vice(s): An endless curiosity that borders on obsession ■ Favorite Food: Gridanian Hazelnuts ■ Favorite Drink: Water, he might say ■ Favorite Color: Blue, specifically the lighter shades

Appearance & Personality

An Elezen through-and-through, Nigel is a towering and occasionally looming structure of a young man. Too tall by some measurements and with limbs that are considered just long enough to draw a curious gaze. His movements are typically made with a great deal of care and grace, his years of life have taught him that it's all too easy to run one's head into a low-hanging beam or get caught on something when you're as tall as he. With skin of a far more tanned quality compared to his darker kin, Nigel claims that it's the result of spending many a year traveling beneath the boughs of the Twelveswood as opposed to living in the dank and cramped caves that many of his cousins make home. Hair is lightened by the same effect of the sun, coming to match the caramel quality of his skin. All-in-all, Nigel resembles a sculpture in some way. Each stroke of chisel carving out a harshly-defined and strict curve of flesh that can give the Duskwight a more severe appearance than he might like. If he were to hold perfectly still--one might even mistake him for such a creation if it wasn't for the pale gold of his eyes that flicker across all that passes before them, capturing and memorizing the smallest of details.

Ruthless, ambitious, uncaring. Words that have been used to describe this particular Duskwight by those who once knew him. Charming in an almost off-putting way, a man filled with cheshire smiles and lupine grins. Softly spoken words to soothe the spirit and put the mind at ease. Flowery language, broad and made with the strokes of an artist. Intelligent, curious, reckless. More words to describe a man that rather despises labels. A blossoming Thaumaturgist with a fascination for all things machine. An endless curiosity that drives him to, quite frankly, take everything apart with little regard to how well he'll be able to put it back together. He's quite good at putting things back together, mind you! Nimble fingers and a lean frame lend themselves to the working of a bow, a hunter's instinct languishing somewhere within the mind better put to magical endeavours.

Biography

The story of Nigel Beaulieu is not one of grand complexity or harrowing moral dilemmas. He’d very much like everyone to think it was an average story for an unassuming individual, a tale that would remain muted and unspoken until long after he’s managed to pass from this world. The veracity of such a thing is, as always, up for interpretation.

Nigel was born amongst a burgeoning family of twelve. The youngest of the lot by the span of a year, he was in the position to never quite inherit much of anything of value while still bearing the load of expectations that his older siblings had never quite fulfilled. A trouper family--the sort of family that was tightly-knit with little room for the meddling of those they entertained.

It was during these earlier years that Nigel’s education began. Taught to read, write, dance, and sing, the young boy was quickly put to work as a means of minor distractions and bit-parts in his family’s stageplays. The allure of magecraft had settled into the boy’s mind during these halcyon time of petty thievery and boisterous entertainment. His Grandfather, a Thaumaturgist of no small skill, took Nigel under his proverbial wing once the boy had displayed the sort of responsibility one might expect from a child. The boy grew and learned, his thirst for the intricacies of Aether rivaled only by his passion for tinkering with the bits and baubles that made their way into the caravan’s coffers. If it could be taken apart, the young man’s nimble fingers made a point of making an absolute mess.

The Calamity came and brought with it suspicion of outsiders in the realms that Nigel’s family once visited. Questions were raised that had nothing in the way of answers, and it wasn’t long until Nigel’s family began to succumb to the rumors. Siblings were gaoled and in one frightening night, Nigel’s grandparents were found lynched and and murdered.

Drifting nigh-aimlessly in search of a community where they’d not be ostracized, the now-reduced group settled on the outskirts of Gridania in hopes that they might find some peace and solitude. A woman of no small wealth took an interest in Nigel--for all his sun-lavished skin and flowery language, he was a prize to be won. A refusal that went unheard, the woman’s body was found drifting amongst the Jadeite Flood. Nigel had already fled the city, hoping against hope that his family would not suffer for his misdeeds that had been spurred by wanton and unasked for liaises.

With the stories of his youth having taken root in his mind, Nigel sought out the city-state of Ul’dah to ingratiate himself amongst the ranks of the Ossuary where he might learn more of the art he once cherished. To perform deeds dark and whispered and to find his vengeance wherever he might.

Miscellaneous

Rumors Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "Th'boy ain't, uh... Well he's definitely not from 'round here." -A patron of the Quicksand ■ "For fucks sake, he doesn't ever shut up. Heavens forbid he's inebriated. He might tell you one of his stories at that point." -An annoyed colleague within the Ossuary ◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear) ■ "I heard he comes from a traveling entertainer troupe. It's why he speaks like a fancy lad." -Another Quicksand patron ■ "He's, uh. Definitely curious. Seems to have a bit of trouble understanding what 'company' means, but he's sweet enough?" -An Ul'dahn Courtesan ◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard) ■ "From what I've heard, th'boy's been pokin' around th'black market of late. Askin' for all sorts of materials that he ain't s'pposed to have as an Acolyte." -A man that, by his own exclamations, is not shady in the least. ■ "I--I, um. Um. I s-saw him kne-kneeling over a carcass, c-covered in bl-blood. He was, um. He w-was ch-chanting something. I r-ran before, um, before he noticed me." -A child. ■ "Got hung from a tree, that one did. Saw'im dangle and kick and scream. When me and the others saw him performing on stage a few years later, we were convinced we'd seen a ghost. I'm just glad he didn't seem to take note of us. Maybe he don't remember. Either way, we got a kick outta watchin' his pappy weep." -A pleasant inhabitant of the Twelveswood ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

Relations ♥ Romantic Interest    ♥ Platonic Love     ● Good Standing     ● Poor Standing ● J'Nali Noe - A Seeker woman that Nigel met shortly after joining an organization that he speaks little of these days. Originally he sought her out to ask after her technical and mechanical prowess, thinking that she would be a fair hand to keep in the pocket. A few explosions later, they became friends. She's taken it upon herself to show him some of the ways of Ul'dah and thanks to a rather stunted view on romance and emotional connections, Nigel finds himself thoroughly confused as to how he feels about her. Is she a friend? Certainly. Is there more? His answer to that is to shrug a lot and blow something up. Or write an obnoxious poem.

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