Name: Nick Emerald Grant
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6"2
Hair color: Jet black
Eye color: Rare, rich emerald eyes. Dotted with random flecks of turquoise and teal.
General Appearance: Nick tends to maintain his appearance only when needed. He tends to be seen clothed in attire that looks a size or two too large for him, the sleeves and ends of his clothing hiding his hands and feet at times.
When in a formal setting, Nick will adone what could be described at dress-robes, something that is usually worn by more older characters, yet Nick seems to pull it off well.
When in a work environment - that being at a smithy - Nick is hassled by clothing, and sheds the top half, leaving him bare chested but still wearing toughened pants.
Personality: Nick has been weathered and pounded into a cold, introverted and comes off as a rather rude and unkind character. He has little to no people he can call his friends, having not much else to do other than work.
Having insomnia doesn't do his attitude justice either.
History/Backstory: When Nick was a child, that moment was his last memory of pure innocence before he was forced out of alignment with the world.
He was no older than seven when his father came home, stinking of ale and drunk on such alcohol. Him and Nick's mother had been growing more estranged by the day, and this night, his father decided to act out on this.
Nick was dragged out of his slumber and brought to the living room, where his weeping mother lay on the ground, her clothes appeared to have been attacked. Nick was tied to the hearth, and was made to watch what happened next. His father stripped the mother of her clothing, and continuously defiled her over and over again, Nick being ever watchful in horror and fear, his mind growing more scarred by the second.
The father was finally finished with her after two hours of suffering, and moved to Nick. His hands grasped Nick's throat, forcefully strangling the strength and life out of the little boy.
Nick's hands were tied yes, but his father did it half-heartedly, the rope loosening as he struggled. His hands were grasping a fire-poker, and with the will of a master soldier, Nick managed to find the strength in him to lash out with the fire-poker in hand, goring the side of his father's face, him instantly dropping Nick to cup his head wound with a ghastly shriek. Nick didn't stop there. He attacked again, this time the back of the head; his father stopped screaming. He attacked again; his father started twitching. He attacked again; his father stopped twitching.
His mother had not survived the brutal defiling his father gave her, the neck twisted far more than it should have.
It was three days until the local guard found Nick leaning against the hearth, clothes and face half-smeared with his father's blood.
Fast-forward seven years onwards, a local smithy visits the town's orphanage; the reason being he wishes to take on an apprentice. Nick was chosen to learn the smithy business, as well as the trade of being a merchantman.
Now reaching the age of seventeen, he as took over as master smithy of what he named Hearthfire; the name taken from his past experiences.
Abilities (No OP, please!): Nick has no supernatural abilities. He only has the practiced skills learnt throughout his years, such as smithing, bartering, and lock-picking.
Special Mentions(if any): Nick has chronic Insomnia, meaning it is rare that Nick has a night in which he doesn't wake up having recurring nightmares from his past. He usually evades sleeping by staying up days at a time, using herbal remedies and concoctions to keep his fatigue at bay.