PLAYER Name: Fiona Age: 25 Personal Journal:blood_winged E-mail: waytoomanytags@gmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: littlebritteacup
CHARACTER Name: Nickolas Benjamin “Nicko” Heap Canon: Septimus Heap Age: 16 Timeline: The end of Syren If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Nicko, despite being one of the Heap family and therefore exposed to magic from a young age is, in fact, rather uninterested in the discipline. The second youngest Heap boy’s love is for boats and sailing and always has been, though he still has the tell-tale bright green eyes of a person who has been exposed to Magyk. He is a bright and determined young man of sixteen with an alarming tendency to rush into things without thinking when his emotions get the better of him, but he can be equally level-headed when the circumstances call for it.
Like all Heaps, Nicko is stubborn and prone to being bull-headed when he has his mind set on something. More often than not easy-going and good-natured he has a practical mind and a wry sense of humour, enjoying a joke as much as the next person. While not immediately trusting he can be swayed by the opinions of those he already has faith in, though it must be noted that in those cases it is more the case that he trusts that person he was already close to has put their own faith in the right place.
Part of a close family, Nicko values trust and loyalty very highly and reacts badly when either of them is broken. He’s closest to his younger brother Septimus, often believing him even when no one else will and jumping to his aid on several occasions over the course of the book series, sometimes putting himself at serious risk in doing so. He doesn’t like to admit that he’s wrong and when he knows he’s right he’ll stick to his guns like a dog with a particularly tasty bone in a way that can sometimes cloud his judgement, but rest assured that his heart is always in the right place.
He has a fear of enclosed spaces, becoming panicky when he feels trapped. This is something he’s able to control for a limited time, though like all fears it will eventually overcome him if it goes on for too long. Nicko doesn’t like to talk about this and will claim to be fine while trying to control his fears, even when he’s clearly not alright.
While not an unkind boy by nature, he does have the capacity to be cruel as much as any person, especially against individuals or groups who have wronged the people he cares about or himself personally. This is shown most clearly in his initial treatment of Boy 412, later revealed to be his brother Septimus Heap, and DomDaniel’s young apprentice Merrin, whom Nicko despises. How he views his eldest brother Simon is also altered drastically when the young man turns to Darke magyk and against their family and friends. While it may seem that he’s fickle, Nicko’s actions are always with the aim of protecting the important people around him. If that means swiftly changing his opinion on a person, for good or ill, then you’re likely to see him do it.
Abilities: Nicko is an accomplished boat-builder and like all Heaps save his adopted sister Jenna is able to use magyk, though his lack of interest in it means that he is nowhere near as able as his younger brother.
First Person:
[Nicko sits down on the dock outside his small house by the lake and dips his feet into the water, leaning forwards to watch the dark shapes moving beneath. They don’t bother him anymore, though at first the merpeople took violent exception to his deciding to live on the edge of their territory.
With the warm sun beating down on his head he flicks one of his small braids back, tucking it behind his ear and turning towards a block of wood on the dock, a half-finished carving emerging from it like a living thing. He picks up his knife, resuming the quiet task of creating a figurehead for the small, finally finished boat sat floating beside the jetty. It’s not his best work, but it’s all his and he’s proud of it regardless. The little boat sits low and wide in the water, made for safety over speed and sporting a sail made from patches of spare, sturdy cloth pilfered from the clothing store.
The young man smiles, giving a little nod to no one in particular.]
I still need to think of a name for you. [He muses, rubbing his thumb over one of the fresher cuts in the wood in front of him. He’ll need sandpaper soon, it feels much too rough.]
And I can’t call another boat ‘Muriel’. [He shakes his head, pulling himself up and striding over to the boat, crouching beside her and running his hand along the side.] What about… ‘Cerys’? [Nicko pauses, then grins as the wind gusts and the boat gives a gentle creak.]
I knew you’d like it.
Third Person:
If he was going to sail anywhere, he needed to chart the stars first. The sky here was nothing like back home but he’d managed to draw up some blank charts, one already half completed from the month or so that he had been in this strange place. At least the stars stayed constant, even if everything else sometimes turned completely upside down.
With his eyes feeling gritty and sore from tiredness and spending too long working in light that was too dim for any real progress to be made, Nicko threw himself back onto the grass and let his eyelids drop to half-mast as he idly sucked on the stem of a strand of grass. The puff of seeds at the tip occasionally spiralled into the edge of his vision. Living like this made him think of his four forest-dwelling brothers, though he’d made a point of making sure he didn’t descend into the kinds of habits they did. It wouldn’t suit him, anyway. Nicko just wasn’t built to be lazy.
He frowned as he thought of home. Often, he tried not to. It hurt too much to think of everything that he was missing, even with Septimus here and the assurance that it wasn’t like before and time wasn’t passing while they were gone. Even with those assurances… it didn’t keep him from missing everyone.
Septimus Heap Series | Nicko Heap | No reserve
Name: Fiona
Age: 25
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CHARACTER
Name: Nickolas Benjamin “Nicko” Heap
Canon: Septimus Heap
Age: 16
Timeline: The end of Syren
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Nicko, despite being one of the Heap family and therefore exposed to magic from a young age is, in fact, rather uninterested in the discipline. The second youngest Heap boy’s love is for boats and sailing and always has been, though he still has the tell-tale bright green eyes of a person who has been exposed to Magyk. He is a bright and determined young man of sixteen with an alarming tendency to rush into things without thinking when his emotions get the better of him, but he can be equally level-headed when the circumstances call for it.
Like all Heaps, Nicko is stubborn and prone to being bull-headed when he has his mind set on something. More often than not easy-going and good-natured he has a practical mind and a wry sense of humour, enjoying a joke as much as the next person. While not immediately trusting he can be swayed by the opinions of those he already has faith in, though it must be noted that in those cases it is more the case that he trusts that person he was already close to has put their own faith in the right place.
Part of a close family, Nicko values trust and loyalty very highly and reacts badly when either of them is broken. He’s closest to his younger brother Septimus, often believing him even when no one else will and jumping to his aid on several occasions over the course of the book series, sometimes putting himself at serious risk in doing so. He doesn’t like to admit that he’s wrong and when he knows he’s right he’ll stick to his guns like a dog with a particularly tasty bone in a way that can sometimes cloud his judgement, but rest assured that his heart is always in the right place.
He has a fear of enclosed spaces, becoming panicky when he feels trapped. This is something he’s able to control for a limited time, though like all fears it will eventually overcome him if it goes on for too long. Nicko doesn’t like to talk about this and will claim to be fine while trying to control his fears, even when he’s clearly not alright.
While not an unkind boy by nature, he does have the capacity to be cruel as much as any person, especially against individuals or groups who have wronged the people he cares about or himself personally. This is shown most clearly in his initial treatment of Boy 412, later revealed to be his brother Septimus Heap, and DomDaniel’s young apprentice Merrin, whom Nicko despises. How he views his eldest brother Simon is also altered drastically when the young man turns to Darke magyk and against their family and friends. While it may seem that he’s fickle, Nicko’s actions are always with the aim of protecting the important people around him. If that means swiftly changing his opinion on a person, for good or ill, then you’re likely to see him do it.
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Abilities: Nicko is an accomplished boat-builder and like all Heaps save his adopted sister Jenna is able to use magyk, though his lack of interest in it means that he is nowhere near as able as his younger brother.
First Person:
[Nicko sits down on the dock outside his small house by the lake and dips his feet into the water, leaning forwards to watch the dark shapes moving beneath. They don’t bother him anymore, though at first the merpeople took violent exception to his deciding to live on the edge of their territory.
With the warm sun beating down on his head he flicks one of his small braids back, tucking it behind his ear and turning towards a block of wood on the dock, a half-finished carving emerging from it like a living thing. He picks up his knife, resuming the quiet task of creating a figurehead for the small, finally finished boat sat floating beside the jetty. It’s not his best work, but it’s all his and he’s proud of it regardless. The little boat sits low and wide in the water, made for safety over speed and sporting a sail made from patches of spare, sturdy cloth pilfered from the clothing store.
The young man smiles, giving a little nod to no one in particular.]
I still need to think of a name for you. [He muses, rubbing his thumb over one of the fresher cuts in the wood in front of him. He’ll need sandpaper soon, it feels much too rough.]
And I can’t call another boat ‘Muriel’. [He shakes his head, pulling himself up and striding over to the boat, crouching beside her and running his hand along the side.] What about… ‘Cerys’? [Nicko pauses, then grins as the wind gusts and the boat gives a gentle creak.]
I knew you’d like it.
Third Person:
If he was going to sail anywhere, he needed to chart the stars first. The sky here was nothing like back home but he’d managed to draw up some blank charts, one already half completed from the month or so that he had been in this strange place. At least the stars stayed constant, even if everything else sometimes turned completely upside down.
With his eyes feeling gritty and sore from tiredness and spending too long working in light that was too dim for any real progress to be made, Nicko threw himself back onto the grass and let his eyelids drop to half-mast as he idly sucked on the stem of a strand of grass. The puff of seeds at the tip occasionally spiralled into the edge of his vision. Living like this made him think of his four forest-dwelling brothers, though he’d made a point of making sure he didn’t descend into the kinds of habits they did. It wouldn’t suit him, anyway. Nicko just wasn’t built to be lazy.
He frowned as he thought of home. Often, he tried not to. It hurt too much to think of everything that he was missing, even with Septimus here and the assurance that it wasn’t like before and time wasn’t passing while they were gone. Even with those assurances… it didn’t keep him from missing everyone.
He even missed Spit Fyre sometimes.