Name: Nicholas Accardi
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Mafia/Cop: Mafia
Mutation:
Aside from the wings (which sets him apart from some idiot on the other side) Nicholas has the uncanny ability of illusionry. How and or why this was something he was able to achieve via the mutations is relatively unknown and honestly, freaky.
Appearance:
A commanding presence does not need to be bulky in the slightest. Nicholas Accardi is well acquainted with that concept. Broad shoulders, a working-man's muscle toned with the rush of genetics brings this man a slightly imposing frame. Standing at approximately 6'4" which does not include his wings, Nicholas has an impressive height and gladly uses it to look down on others if he can. With the etching of faint wrinkles in his face, the faded scars of fights in days long since passed cut through his skin and appearance.
But nothing cuts through his gray hair with silvering streaks, his imposing figure, his wings, even the way he expresses emotions quite as well as those ice blue eyes. The type of blue that will cut through you, seeing everything--the type of blue that will hurt if you look at it too long. He knows. He will use this against you.
Nicholas' attire usually follows a sort of loose old-money. A button-up shirt with the color undone, a neat vest tucked into slack-like pants tailor fitted to his usual activities of the day. In times past, he would've worn a dark leather coat. But, well, it's hard to fit a leather coat on over a pair of massive wings.
These grey wings are accompanied by a fan of tail feathers as well. The subtle color gradient is not mirrored in his tail, rather he has a dark fan separated by a white stripe.
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Aside from his glowering expression, his dark frown, a neutral scowl and the likes. Nicholas is rarely known to smile genuinely. If he does smile, it is usually a dark and jaded smile, a dangerous expression from the man. This carries over even beyond the end, he rarely smiles if ever.
He is renown for using a cane to add to his appearance. He doesn't often walk with it but he will use it against you. Contrary to popular belief, it is pure steel painted to look like wood. Be careful.
Personality:
They say money is a man's best friend. Nicholas says that it's power. The allure of power draws men faster than the allure of money. Money is power, he commented. When money is obsolete, men will fish for whatever is next. Leadership, resources--whatever it is. They crave power.
He had power, in a sense. Nicholas was largely apathetic. That was his whole gimmick. Nicholas Accardi doesn't feel emotions, he doesn't feel anything, he doesn't care about you or anyone else. Sometimes, it was questioned if he even cared about himself. But that was the outward mask that Nicholas showed.
Inside of his home, the man was more open. His sense of humor, while dark, brought a sort of light to the rest of everything. His voice lifts, commands and bellows with laughter. He still carries his voice with pride--unmarred from drinking or smoking, something he prided himself on. Given the rare opportunity, he would sing. But what high-up Mafia man would sing openly?
When everything fell, Nicholas was out of the buildings. He was out in the countryside to pester for money and resources. When he returned, Nicholas found himself reluctantly working with other mafia members--even those who were not of the Accardi clan.
His emotions are hard to read, hard to tell and understand. But he makes his opinions well known.
Given enough time to soften up to others, Nicholas finds himself in a sort of mentor-like position, helping the younger souls find a way to be something more--or be better.
Other Stuff:
Nicholas Accardi was a well respected--well feared--man in the dark side of things. His reputation ran deep beneath the outward appearance. Folks often tried to avoid getting him involved on both sides, knowing that he would get the job done without much care as to how.
He often butts heads with the cop side of things, especially since he feels like he knows how to handle the situation best. After all, the mafia made something out of nothing. They? They never did.
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