nikolalai // sweeper

[♥nikolai]

NAME: Nikolai Mcduff / Sweeper

GENDER: male

AGE: 19

SPECIES: feli

SEXUALITY: hetero

JOB: waiter/student/attempted poet

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HAIR:The closest thing you might get to Nikolai's unfortunate coiffure is an afro, or one of those infamous clown-do's. That analogy still leaves a lot unsaid though. The curls that nearly obscure his entire face explode in the opposite direction too, reaching towards the sky like some absurd plant thing. His hair is a mottled blond sort of color, with a sickly tinge of orange of all things; words fail to describe it. 'Cinnamon' would sum it up nicely, except that usually implies something good; the thing on top of Nikolai's head looks as if it might give world domination a shot when your back is turned. It cannot be held down by mere mortal means, including but not limited to barrettes, common hair accessories (which are meant for both girls and boys, no matter what the dude at the taco stand insists) and excessive amounts of glue. (Personal experience talking here.) Nikolai doubts even tar would suffice to tame his unruly mane, but ever since the glue experience his is somewhat wary of sticky substances.
Though he detests them, haircuts are a must. He can barely stomach getting a few inches off though; he is completely paranoid of the little silver scissors suddenly coming alive in the barber's hands and chopping his head off. (Don't ask.) But without the haircuts, not only is there a possibility of suffocation underneath the hair, but it is rather vision impinging too. (Again, personal experience. Plus, it really impinges vision. As in, running-into-the-eleventh-person-under-all-this-is-so-not-fun impinging.)

EYES: For many people, their redeeming feature is their eyes. No matter how long-nosed, or double-chinned, one glance into the depths of their irises tells you how much the rest of their exterior belies the fire within. Unfortunately, it is not so in Nikolai's case. His eyes are brown.
Not that he's happy about this. He's done all that's possible to change them, which turns out to be surprisingly little. Besides praying, wishing upon countless stars, and threatening bodily harm to the invisible god of eye-pigments, he's somewhat absent of ideas if not effort. At one memorable point in his life, he experimented with colored contacts. Despite not having a prescription (indeed, his sight was unusually sharp for being a feli) he went to great lengths to obtain a pair of violet and orange colored contacts in what he considered at the time to be the great turning point of his life. When he first put them in, his eyes burned and watered to no avail; it took scaring the living daylights out of more than eleven people, family included, and giving the old man with the pair of dachshunds a minor stroke to convince him different.

FACE: Underneath the hair, Nikolai has a slim face with a straight, sharp nose. He has high cheek bones with a scattering of freckles, and an inexistent hairline. Arched brows that give his face an insolent look whether he likes it or not compete with heavy-lidded liquid brown eyes that are edged with lashes that make boys laugh and girls envious. He has a full mouth and a lazy grin of slightly pointed teeth, and a single dimple on the left side. Sometimes there can be seen a ghost of stubble underneath his chin, but even if he could grow a passable beard he wouldn't; what with the eruption on the top, more curls on the bottom are the last thing he needs.

BUILD: The best thing you can say about Nikolai is he's tall. That skirts over the fact that he's also skinny and muscle-less and has girly fingers, but that's why it's the best thing you can say. Unbelievably lanky, Nikolai resembles someone who has been seized by head and foot and simply stretched. Long, swinging arms, a giraffe-like neck, slim hips, and elephantine feet sums him up. His skin, when not red with sunburn, is comfortably between pale and tan. He personally adores the term "apricot", and only reluctantly admits it might be degrading to his (supposed) manliness to refer to it as that particular shade.
Again, muscle less. Perhaps one of his most continuous laments; despite being well off in cat form, he is sadly (well, miserably) lacking in human. Luckily, his long legs hide a surprising turn of speed, though unluckily they also hide a seemingly magnetic connection to trip-able-over things. It is so amazing that he will even trip when there is nothing visible to trip over.
Who needs muscles when you've got that?

OTHER: Another one of his laments is that he has no eye-catching scars, no birth marks for his true parents (king and queen, if not god and goddess) to find him by. He has debated with himself (and, to their bad luck, other people) over the benefits of inflicting such mark on himself, and lying about it. So far he hasn't, because of the memorable incident he got when a turtle bit him and he simply couldn't pass it off as a pterodactyl bite as hard as he tried. Still, it's always an option.
For fashion sense, he has none. He'll wear anything provided it's comfy, but a trademark of his is a striped scarf. Nikolai flaunts the thing proudly, and is in the habit of whipping it off and smacking people with it. Also in the habit of wrapping it around his head and running around with only his toe socks and plaid shorts on.
On a dare, Nikolai got a tattoo. Across his shoulder blades are the words "Captain Crunch." Nikolai was also very drunk when he got this, and believes he was trying for Tony the Tiger. He deemed it close enough.

CREATURE FORM: For all his inexistent muscles in human form, for all his incurable klutziness, Nikolai more than makes up for it in his feline form. A massive amur tiger, he has a stunning saffron coat broken by gleaming charcoal stripes. Though he is still not full grown, he's approaching it, and has youth on his side. Powerful, lithe, and agile, his narrow body is full of the feline grace native to his breed. The only thing that is at all reminiscent of his human form is the large paws that he only sometimes trips over (though at all the most disastrous moments) which he takes as a given, being so clumsy in human form.
Despite all this, habits are hard to break, and Nikolai is more likely to be seen soaking up the sun while lolling about in tiger form than anything else; at the slightest chance of a fight, that beautiful body is running its stripes off in the opposite direction.

PORTRAYED BY: Michael Cera

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LIKES: -FOOD
-sweatervests (so comfy!)
-berets
-daffodils
-watermelon and macaroni
-short people
-starfish
-fish
-candlelight
-flannel pants
-small helpless animals
-fires, minor explosions
-anything edible that happens to be Italian
-moccasins
-toe socks with flipflops (year-round style!)
-music
-girls
-running
-ginger-ale
-lying
-sleeping
-the word "huckleberry"

DISLIKES: -rollercoasters
-dogs/cani/anything remotely resembling such
-Disney's "The Jungle Book"
-spiders and creepy crawly things
-stains on clothes
-lambchop the sock
-being accused of falsehood
-no food
-fights with bigger things
-chirpy people
-getting kicked out of places
-burning places down
-being in said place at the moment of the burning down
-misunderstandings

FEARS:-his aunt Hannah
-being ganged up on
-breaking a leg
-bodily harm
-being discovered as a feli
-manual labor

FLAWS: -lazy
-bottomless stomach
-coward
-greedy
-vain
-cocky
-insolent
-tells "your face" and "knock-knock" jokes
-good liar
-attempts and fails a British accent all too often. often comes out Jamaican at best.
-clumsy to a level that surpasses simply klutz-like
-terrible fighter
-inappropriate
-lackadaisical (dude that is an actual word =D)

MERITS:-clever
-fast runner
-not so completely heartless as he makes out to be
-will pretty much maul anyone he sees abusing children/animals before his coward instincts can kick in
-flatterer/sweet talker
-good liar
-possesses a set of morals and sense of right and wrong, not to mention a conscience
-perceptive


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FAMILY: the long-suffering Mortimer Mcduff > father > teacher
the ever-patient Josephine Mcduff > mother > writer
the notorious Aly Mcduff > sister > student
the infamous Hannah Gillsy > aunt > construction worker

SHORT HISTORY: Perhaps the singularily most interesting and amusing part of Nikolai's history is the source of his feline name. Nikolai has an unusual feline name, one that he didn't really choose but just sort of stuck. Because obviously he would never choose 'Sweeper'; he has been planning to choose something formidable, like 'Helicopter-Man-of-Death', or simply 'Mandibles-of-Furious-Vengeance-and-Menacing-Venomous-Cobras', but he couldn't convince anyone not to call him the former, so it stuck. How he came upon it is rather intriguing though (also humiliating.) The entire story is rather shrouded in mystery by this point, but the general idea is that at a young age, but not young enough to excuse this idiocy, Nikolai got stuck, head-first, in a chimney. (Delving deeper, it is apparent some sort of ruse had been planted by his sister on the night of Christmas Eve, and a primitive stun gun, some cookies, a very large net, and excessive amounts of rope were found beside the chimney after all the excitement had died down to some extent. Nikolai was never clear about what he intended to do with the said objects.) After the five or six hours, give or take, it took to pull him out, he was covered in soot and "as black as a chimney sweep," so said his aunt Hannah. The story writes itself from there, and its result is a tribute to his humiliation whenever he is addressed.

From there, Nikolai's life is predictable as it can be. A series of getting into scrapes or tripping himself up, and paying dearly for them, but not so dearly as to avoid the next scrape very well. His sister is a mirror of himself, but younger and more cunning. When he's not getting in trouble for something he's done, he's getting in trouble for something she's done and blamed on him. It's done so well that usually he has to think twice before he realizes he didn't actually do it, because it sounds so much like what he would do.

Nikolai's biggest secret is being a feli, one he keeps from even his family. He was one of the humans who suspected something, but was much too lazy to actually go around sniffing it out. As it was, it was his fortune to go and empty a stagnant fish tank full of algae-ridden water and dead fish, by happenstance right onto the head of an unsuspecting feli in cat form nearby. It very nearly ripped his head off, and as it was Nikolai was very cautious cleaning the fish bowl from then on.




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