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Personality: Nico has a warm, welcoming demeanor. He likes approaching people, being curious and learning about them and hopes to connect with all kind willed folk he can. There can be an understated shyness when he meets some people, though. That typically happens when he feels he's stepping out of a comfort zone. All that said, he can still be quite strong willed. When his mind is set, it's set and hard to change. Typically the things that get Nico to knuckle down is looking out for his crew and looking out for the common folk in his community. This isn't to say he can't be gotten through to as self preservation and willingness to comply with what ever his crew thinks is best wins out over what he wants in the end. Being a thief is not a selfish game, as many may assume. There's a give and take and Nico's been trained by the best to be giving.

His emotions are easy to read as with most catfolk. He purrs when he's happy and cozy, he hisses when startled or overwhelmed, and he growls when anger or desperation wells up inside him. This is not meant to be taken impolitely, though. It's a stimuli response and cannot be helped! Some find this abrasive, others find it charming. (usually the kind of people who like cats already in the first place!)

Appearance: As far as catfolk go, Nico has a standard short hair cat appearance. Orange tabby style fur, dark accents at the edges of his eyes and top of his head. Something of a W shape in the dark patches that make up the fur pattern on his head Smack in the middle of his late adolescence and close to becoming a full adult, there's still an air of preciousness that hangs over him. His eyes are wide and innocent, an orange-brown huge to the irises, and an expressive black cat pupil that he knows how to be manipulative with. They have a pure glean to them, but can shift to a mischievous sparkle at a moments notice. All this and of course a long, expressive cat tail to match.

He wears a light leather outfit and tries to have small pouches dedicated to various tools of the trade. A thieves hit hangs off his belt on the left, a water skin lazily hanging on his back right hip, not to mention a pouch on his leg of a curious size where he keeps a mirror and a drawstring bag of chalk.

His armor has a hood on it that he tends to keep up but will pull down when he's trying to blend in more casually. Whenever the moment arrises he has something of a standard adventures pack with a few lil' modifications to accommodate a climbers kit he keeps handy. You know, in case he needs to scale a sheer wall! He can't do it all with just his claws and beans!

Background: A rough upbringing can leave a lot of peoples spirits downtrodden, but not for Nico. The ever curious and upbeat catfolk has never let the circumstances of his upbringing keep him down or away from something he wanted. Growing up in the docks of Port Torvin made acquiring things he wanted quite easy, in fact. Lucky for most the boats coming and going, all he ever wanted for was just enough to survive. He would get caught, sure. Almost every urchin trawling the markets and docks for fresh fish, fruit or other exported goods and wares they could lift easily would draw the ire of someone eventually. Nico was fortunate to have a knack for being able to talk his way out of things. And if he couldn't talk his way out? He had other, perhaps smoother methods of getting out or deescalating a situation. Being a cute catfolk kitten could get him places you'd not expect. Worse comes to worse, though, the other port thieves had a way of looking out for their own.

It's often said there's no honor among thieves. While that does ring true, there was a togetherness between the poorer members of Port Torvin's community. You see one of the others you huddle up next to in the evenings around the fire getting harassed by some local tough or guard? You toss a rock that way to buy them a moment to escape. You hear something about someone being on the lookout for one of your mates? You'd try to get word around to them immediately.

A little bit of natural talent and a lot of interpersonal relationships and connections around the city kept Nico's life an adventure in those golden days. But more importantly, those skills kept him safe and surviving alongside a community. Skills both practical and social that would then be expanded on and refined greatly after meeting Master Cullen.

Nico doesn't really know what it's like to have parents, but the closest thing he can figure to a mother would be her. He met Master Cullen many moons ago during a seasonal monsoon. He was huddled up wet, starving, afraid and left to fend for himself in the alleyways of the port town when he first saw her. A lone human wandering the storm in the evening. A curious sight to attract a curious mind! He tailed her through the city and eventually to the outskirts to where she had a hideout. Cullen had a safe house of sorts she could lay low from the heat she was clearly avoiding. Nico picked that moment to finally make his presence known by rushing into the hideout as soon as she opened the door. Immediately charmed by the young, pitiful catfolk's face and impressed that he not only could follow her without her ever noticing, but somehow avoid the guards notice too, she allowed him to stick around until the conditions outside improved.

Early on in his time with Master Cullen she decided to introduce Nico to profession of thievery. He learned all sorts of things from Master Cullen. Lock picking, sharp shooting, tailing marks, how to booby trap a hide out so little catlings don't dash into your door way, (He didn't take this one too personally. Afterall, trap making is an art as much as it is a skill!) and of course how to defend himself if all bets were off and a fight was unavoidable. He learned how to channel his brash youthful silliness into a cool roguish bravado that he could use to silver tongue his way out of any situation.

She opened him up to a whole world and network of people. Even just in Port Haven he was amazed to find people he knew of or had interacted with before were all part of something larger than he ever thought possible. Some of these people were ones he knew and had seen around the docks and town before, but had no idea they were part of something larger. Each a small piece of a wider underground network all exchanging information. A place where secrets and knowledge were currency, and the ability to do jobs others would shy away from - championed!

The young catfolk could hardly believe he graduated from lifting fish to survive another day to helping Master Cullen and her large network of thieves, retainers and fences steal, cheat and manipulate valuable belongings or redistributing ill gotten monetary gain from various greedy tax collectors and nobles of the Azure Sea region. Nico learned many different things in those travels even if his roll in most of them was something akin to what a page or squire. Doffing gear, fetching supplies or meals, polishing the boots of those teaching him. What made it all remarkable, though, he never felt looked down upon by Cullen or her immediate network. He felt welcomed.

Nico is no fool and understands not everyone within his little subterranean world have a heart of gold as pure or incandescent as that of Master Cullen's, or any of his friends and contacts he's made along the way on his journey. He tries to not get too mixed in with the shadier aspects of the profession like political assassination or the too common pitfall of becoming part of the cultic worship of lesser deities. This is a dangerous business. One he's still a bit unsure of having seen the things it can do to a person. Not everyone he met in these last years as an assistant to Master Cullen made it out. Not so much dying, but falling victim to the grimmer aspects of the profession.

Now that Nico has come of age it's time for him to set out and make a name for himself in the world, and Master Cullen has let him loose. She's set him up with things he needed, the low tech solutions for any thief and rogue worth their weight in gold would carry on them and gave Nico one last major advice.

Find Nico needs to find himself a team. The profession can always wait. Cut your teeth and build your safety funds before wading into the dangerous stuff on his own. This would all be something Cullen had purposely left open to him to figure out as she trusts and believes in him to make his own way in the world.

With the wind to his back, a support network he knows how to access at a moments notice and all the confidence in the world Nico is ready to carve his own path in this world and try to give back to those who have looked out for him over his years.

A rough upbringing can leave a lot of peoples spirits downtrodden, but not for Nico. The ever curious and upbeat catfolk has never let the circumstances of his upbringing keep him down or away from something he wanted. Growing up in the docks of Port Torvin made acquiring things he wanted quite easy, in fact. Lucky for most the boats coming and going, all he ever wanted for was just enough to survive. He would get caught, sure. Almost every urchin trawling the markets and docks for fresh fish, fruit or other exported goods and wares they could lift easily would draw the ire of someone eventually. Nico was fortunate to have a knack for being able to talk his way out of things. And if he couldn't talk his way out? He had other, perhaps smoother methods of getting out or deescalating a situation. Worse comes to worse, the other port thieves had a way of looking out for their own.

It's often said there's no honor among thieves. While that does ring true, there was a togetherness between the poorer members of Port Torvin's community. You see one of the others you huddle up next to in the evenings around the fire getting harassed by some local tough or guard? You toss a rock that way to buy them a moment to escape. You hear something about someone being on the lookout for one of your mates? You'd try to get word around to them immediately.

A little bit of natural talent and a lot of interpersonal relationships and connections around the city kept Nico's life an adventure in those golden days. But more importantly he safe and surviving alongside a community. Something that would expand and become refined greatly after meeting Master Cullen.

Nico doesn't really know what it's like to have parents, but the closest thing he can figure to a mother would be her. He met Master Cullen many moons ago during a seasonal monsoon. He was huddled up wet, starving, afraid and left to fend for himself in the alleyways of the port town when he first saw her. A lone human wandering the storm in the evening. A curious sight to attract a curious mind! He tailed her through the city then eventually to the outskirts to where she had a hideout she could lay low from the heat she was clearly avoiding. Nico picked that moment to finally make his presence known by rushing into the hideout as soon as she opened the door. Immediately charmed by the young, pitiful catfolk's face and impressed that he not only could follow her without her ever noticing, but somehow avoiding the guards notice too, she allowed him to stick around until the conditions outside improved.

Early on in his time with Master Cullen she decided to introduce Nico to profession of thievery. He learned all sorts of things from Master Cullen. Lockpicking, tailing marks, how to booby trap a hide out so little catlings don't dash into your door way, (He didn't take this one too personally. Afterall, trap making is an art as much as it is a skill!) and of course how to defend himself if all bets were off and a fight was unavoidable. He learned how to channel his brash youthful silliness into a cool roguish bravado that he could use to silver tongue his way out of any situation.

She opened him up to a whole world and network of people. Even if just in Port Haven, were part of something larger than he knew could be possible. Some of these people were ones he knew and had seen around the docks and town before, but had no idea they were part of something larger. Each a small piece of a wider network of underground types all exchanging information where secrets and knowledge were currency, and the ability to do jobs others would shy away from - championed!

The young catfolk could hardly believe he graduated from lifting fish to survive another day to helping Master Cullen and her large network of thieves, retainers and fences steal, cheat and manipulate valuable belongings or redistributing ill gotten monetary gain from various greedy tax collectors and nobles of the Azure Sea region. Nico learned many different things in those travels even if his roll in most of them was something akin to what a page or squire would do. Doffing gear, fetching supplies or meals, polishing the boots of those teaching him. What made it all remarkable, though, he never felt looked down upon by Cullen or her immediate network. He felt welcomed.

Nico is no fool and understands not all within his little subterranean world have a heart of gold and pure or incandescent as that of Master Cullen's or any of his friends he's made along this journey. He tries to not get too mixed in with the shadier aspects of the profession like political assassination, cultic worship of lesser deities to have gods interfere with what should be a rather simple snag and run while the dimwitted watch is distracted with a noise maker you set up outside a window opposite your entrance vector. This is a dangerous business. One he's still a bit unsure of having seen the things it can do to a person. Not everyone he met in those teenage years as an assistant to Master Cullen made it out. Not so much dying, but falling victim to the grimmer aspects of the profession.

Once Nico came of age to set out and make a name for himself in the world Master Cullen set him loose. She had set him up with things he needed, the low tech solutions for any thief and rogue worth their weight in gold would carry on them and gave Nico one last major advice.

Find Nico himself a team. The profession can always wait. Cut your teeth and build your safety funds before wading into the dangerous stuff on his own. This would all be something Cullen had purposely left open to him to figure out as she trusts and believes in him to make his own way in the world.

A rough upbringing can leave a lot of peoples spirits downtrodden, but not for Nico. The ever curious and upbeat catfolk has never let the circumstances of his upbringing keep him down or away from something he wanted. Growing up in the docks of Port Torvin made acquiring things he wanted quite easy, in fact. Lucky for most the boats coming and going, all he ever wanted for was just enough to survive. He would get caught, sure. Almost every urchin trawling the markets and docks for fresh fish, fruit or other exported goods and wares they could lift easily would draw the ire of someone eventually. Nico was fortunate to have a knack for being able to talk his way out of things. And if he couldn't talk his way out? He had other, perhaps smoother methods of getting out or deescalating a situation. Worse comes to worse, the other port thieves had a way of looking out for their own.

It's often said there's no honor among thieves. While that does ring true, there was a togetherness between the poorer members of Port Torvin's community. You see one of the others you huddle up next to in the evenings around the fire getting harassed by some local tough or guard? You toss a rock that way to buy them a moment to escape. You hear something about someone being on the lookout for one of your mates? You'd try to get word around to them immediately.

A little bit of natural talent and a lot of interpersonal relationships and connections around the city kept Nico's life an adventure in those golden days. But more importantly he safe and surviving alongside a community. Something that would expand and become refined greatly after meeting Master Cullen.

Nico doesn't really know what it's like to have parents, but the closest thing he can figure to a mother would be her. He met Master Cullen many moons ago during a seasonal monsoon. He was huddled up wet, starving, afraid and left to fend for himself in the alleyways of the port town when he first saw her. A lone human wandering the storm in the evening. A curious sight to attract a curious mind! He tailed her through the city then eventually to the outskirts to where she had a hideout she could lay low from the heat she was clearly avoiding. Nico picked that moment to finally make his presence known by rushing into the hideout as soon as she opened the door. Immediately charmed by the young, pitiful catfolk's face and impressed that he not only could follow her without her ever noticing, but somehow avoiding the guards notice too, she allowed him to stick around until the conditions outside improved.

Early on in his time with Master Cullen she decided to introduce Nico to profession of thievery. He learned all sorts of things from Master Cullen. Lockpicking, tailing marks, how to booby trap a hide out so little catlings don't dash into your door way, (He didn't take this one too personally. Afterall, trap making is an art as much as it is a skill!) and of course how to defend himself if all bets were off and a fight was unavoidable. He learned how to channel his brash youthful silliness into a cool roguish bravado that he could use to silver tongue his way out of any situation.

She opened him up to a whole world and network of people. Even if just in Port Haven, were part of something larger than he knew could be possible. Some of these people were ones he knew and had seen around the docks and town before, but had no idea they were part of something larger. Each a small piece of a wider network of underground types all exchanging information where secrets and knowledge were currency, and the ability to do jobs others would shy away from - championed!

The young catfolk could hardly believe he graduated from lifting fish to survive another day to helping Master Cullen and her large network of thieves, retainers and fences steal, cheat and manipulate valuable belongings or redistributing ill gotten monetary gain from various greedy tax collectors and nobles of the Azure Sea region. Nico learned many different things in those travels even if his roll in most of them was something akin to what a page or squire would do. Doffing gear, fetching supplies or meals, polishing the boots of those teaching him. What made it all remarkable, though, he never felt looked down upon by Cullen or her immediate network. He felt welcomed.

Nico is no fool and understands not all within his little subterranean world have a heart of gold and pure or incandescent as that of Master Cullen's or any of his friends he's made along this journey. He tries to not get too mixed in with the shadier aspects of the profession like political assassination, cultic worship of lesser deities to have gods interfere with what should be a rather simple snag and run while the dimwitted watch is distracted with a noise maker you set up outside a window opposite your entrance vector.

Once Nico came of age to set out and make a name for himself in the world Master Cullen set him loose. She had set him up with things he needed, the low tech solutions for any thief and rogue worth their weight in gold would carry on them and gave Nico one last major advice.

Find Nico himself a team. The profession can always wait. Cut your teeth and build your safety funds before wading into the dangerous stuff on his own. This would all be something Cullen had purposely left open to him to figure out as she trusts and believes in him to make his own way in the world.

A rough upbringing can leave a lot of peoples spirits downtrodden, but not for Nico. The ever curious and upbeat catfolk has never let the circumstances of his upbringing keep him down or away from something he wanted. Growing up in the docks of Port Torvin made acquiring things he wanted quite easy, in fact. Lucky for most the boats coming and going, all he ever wanted for was just enough to survive. He would get caught, sure. Almost every urchin trawling the markets and docks for fresh fish, fruit or other exported goods and wares they could lift easily would draw the ire of someone eventually. Nico was fortunate to have a knack for being able to talk his way out of things. And if he couldn't talk his way out? He had other, perhaps smoother methods of getting out or deescalating a situation. Worse comes to worse, the other port thieves had a way of looking out for their own.

It's often said there's no honor among thieves. While that does ring true, there was a togetherness between the poorer members of Port Torvin's community. You see one of the others you huddle up next to in the evenings around the fire getting harassed by some local tough or guard? You toss a rock that way to buy them a moment to escape. You hear something about someone being on the lookout for one of your mates? You'd try to get word around to them immediately.

A little bit of natural talent and a lot of interpersonal relationships and connections around the city kept Nico's life an adventure in those golden days. But more importantly he safe and surviving alongside a community. Something that would expand and become refined greatly after meeting Master Cullen.

Nico doesn't really know what it's like to have parents, but the closest thing he can figure to a mother would be her. He met Master Cullen many moons ago during a seasonal monsoon. He was huddled up wet, starving, afraid and left to fend for himself in the alleyways of the port town when he first saw her. A lone human wandering the storm in the evening. A curious sight to attract a curious mind! He tailed her through the city then eventually to the outskirts to where she had a hideout she could lay low from the heat she was clearly avoiding. Nico picked that moment to finally make his presence known by rushing into the hideout as soon as she opened the door. Immediately charmed by the young, pitiful catfolk's face and impressed that he not only could follow her without her ever noticing, but somehow avoiding the guards notice too, she allowed him to stick around until the conditions outside improved.

Early on in his time with Master Cullen she decided to introduce Nico to profession of thievery. He learned all sorts of things from Master Cullen. Lockpicking, tailing marks, how to booby trap a hide out so little catlings don't dash into your door way, (He didn't take this one too personally. Afterall, trap making is an art as much as it is a skill!) and of course how to defend himself if all bets were off and a fight was unavoidable. He learned how to channel his brash youthful silliness into a cool roguish bravado that he could use to silver tongue his way out of any situation.

She opened him up to a whole world and network of people. Even if just in Port Haven, were part of something larger than he knew could be possible. Some of these people were ones he knew and had seen around the docks and town before, but had no idea they were part of something larger. Each a small piece of a wider network of underground types all exchanging information where secrets and knowledge were currency, and the ability to do jobs others would shy away from - championed!

Graduating from lifting fish to survive another day to helping Master Cullen and her large network of thieves, retainers and fences steal, cheat and manipulate valuable belongings or redistributing ill gotten monetary gain from various greedy tax collectors and nobles of the Azure Sea region, Nico learned many different things in those travels even if his roll in most of them was something akin to what a page or squire would do. Doffing gear, fetching supplies or meals, polishing the boots of those teaching him. What made it all remarkable, though, he never felt looked down upon by Cullen or her immediate network. He felt welcomed.

Nico is no fool and understands not all within his little subterranean world have a heart of gold and pure or incandescent as that of Master Cullen's or any of his friends he's made along this journey. He tries to not get too mixed in with the shadier aspects of the profession like political assassination, cultic worship of lesser deities to have gods interfere with what should be a rather simple snag and run while the dimwitted watch is distracted with a noise maker you set up outside a window opposite your entrance vector.

Once Nico came of age to set out and make a name for himself in the world Master Cullen set him loose. She had set him up with things he needed, the low tech solutions for any thief and rogue worth their weight in gold would carry on them and gave Nico one last major advice.

Find Nico himself a team. The profession can always wait. Cut your teeth and build your safety funds before wading into the dangerous stuff on his own. This would all be something Cullen had purposely left open to him to figure out as she trusts and believes in him to make his own way in the world.

A rough upbringing can leave a lot of peoples spirits downtrodden, but not for Nico. The ever curious and upbeat catfolk has never let the circumstances of his upbringing keep him down or away from something he wanted. Growing up in the docks of Port Torvin made acquiring things he wanted quite easy, in fact. Lucky for most the boats coming and going, all he ever wanted for was just enough to survive. He would get caught, sure. Almost every urchin trawling the markets and docks for fresh fish, fruit or other exported goods and wares they could lift easily would draw the ire of someone eventually. Nico was fortunate to have a knack for being able to talk his way out of things. And if he couldn't talk his way out? He had other, perhaps smoother methods of getting out or deescalating a situation. Worse comes to worse, the other port thieves had a way of looking out for their own.

It's often said there's no honor among thieves. While that does ring true, there was a togetherness between the poorer members of Port Torvin's community. You see one of the others you huddle up next to in the evenings around the fire getting harassed by some local tough or guard? You toss a rock that way to buy them a moment to escape. You hear something about someone being on the lookout for one of your mates? You'd try to get word around to them immediately.

A little bit of natural talent and a lot of interpersonal relationships and connections around the city kept Nico's life an adventure in those golden days. But more importantly he safe and surviving alongside a community. Something that would expand and become refined greatly after meeting Master Cullen.

Nico doesn't really know what it's like to have parents, but the closest thing he can figure to a mother would be her. He met Master Cullen many moons ago during a seasonal monsoon. He was huddled up wet, starving, afraid and left to fend for himself in the alleyways of the port town when he first saw her. A lone human wandering the storm in the evening. A curious sight to attract a curious mind! He tailed her through the city then eventually to the outskirts to where she had a hideout she could lay low from the heat she was clearly avoiding where Nico finally made his presence known by rushing into the hideout as soon as she opened the door. Immediately charmed by the young, pitiful catfolk's face and impressed that he not only could follow her without her ever noticing, she allowed him to stick around until the conditions outside improved.

Early on in his time with Master Cullen she decided to introduce Nico to profession of thievery. He learned all sorts of things from Master Cullen. Lockpicking, tailing marks, how to booby trap a hide out so little catlings don't dash into your door way, (He didn't take this one too personally. Afterall, trap making is an art as much as it is a skill!) and of course how to defend himself if all bets were off and a fight was unavoidable. He learned how to channel his brash youthful silliness into a cool roguish bravado that he could use to silver tongue his way out of any situation.

She opened him up to a whole world and network of people. Even if just in Port Haven, were part of something larger than he knew could be possible. Some of these people were ones he knew and had seen around the docks and town before, but had no idea they were part of something larger. Each a small piece of a wider network of underground types all exchanging information where secrets and knowledge were currency, and the ability to do jobs others would shy away from - championed!

Graduating from lifting fish to survive another day to helping Master Cullen and her large network of thieves, retainers and fences steal, cheat and manipulate valuable belongings or redistributing ill gotten monetary gain from various greedy tax collectors and nobles of the Azure Sea region, Nico learned many different things in those travels even if his roll in most of them was something akin to what a page or squire would do. Doffing gear, fetching supplies or meals, polishing the boots of those teaching him. What made it all remarkable, though, he never felt looked down upon by Cullen or her immediate network. He felt welcomed.

Nico is no fool and understands not all within his little subterranean world have a heart of gold and pure or incandescent as that of Master Cullen's or any of his friends he's made along this journey. He tries to not get too mixed in with the shadier aspects of the profession like political assassination, cultic worship of lesser deities to have gods interfere with what should be a rather simple snag and run while the dimwitted watch is distracted with a noise maker you set up outside a window opposite your entrance vector.

Once Nico came of age to set out and make a name for himself in the world Master Cullen set him loose. She had set him up with things he needed, the low tech solutions for any thief and rogue worth their weight in gold would carry on them and gave Nico one last major advice.

Find Nico himself a team. The profession can always wait. Cut your teeth and build your safety funds before wading into the dangerous stuff on his own. This would all be something Cullen had purposely left open to him to figure out as she trusts and believes in him to make his own way in the world.