Nickori

Name: Nickori

Occupation: Adventurer, Affiliated with the Order of Whispers, Necromancer

Race: Sylvari

Age: Eight

Appearance: Nickori’s bark and leaves are a dark charcoal colour and he has a strong indigo glow. He’s quite short but not excessively so and has a wiry build. His eyes are dark and he is the proud owner of perhaps one of the worst cases of Resting Bitch Face in recorded history. The long, floppy leaves on his head vary in length on an almost weekly basis, sometimes just covering his head, other times draping down onto his shoulders.

Childhood: Nickori was a boisterous sapling, impatient to find his place in the world. He often found himself in trouble for countless small infractions. He was never seen as particularly malicious, just annoying. He did have a feud with an older sylvari called Drahere who apparently didn’t have better things to do than tormenting saplings. It is common knowledge that he tried to leave the Grove far too young, got himself and a naïve friend mugged and beaten up by human bandits, then was forced to return home.

Recent history: Nickori claims to be a Jack-of-all-trades adventurer, though generally his main trade seems to be hitting things. He travels all across Tyria to find work, never chasing a particular event but rather just going places he wants to see. It’s possible he’s been seen associating with agents of the Order of Whispers but the nature of his affiliation with them is unclear.

Notable relationships: Iscarius, while not actually his pod twin may as well be. Toolamoo, a quaggan who has saved his life more times than he cares to admit. Jaken Fletcher, a blacksmith Nickori accidentally rescued then convinced to run away from home.

Strengths, talents, and points of pride: He is a talented necromancer and is very good at beating things up.

Weaknesses, detriments, and points of improvement: Nickori is terrible with people, worse with emotions, and pretty bad with numbers.