Prisoner Number: 2384
Character Name: Nick RookHeart
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: May 23, 1992
Charges: Assault and manslaughter
Death row status: No (Offers his skills to DW to spare his life.)
Cell mate: (Will be assigned)
Worm Eater Weapon: Two sets of razor sharp iron claws.
Physical traits: skilled acrobat, strong built on the legs and not much observant.
Personality: Strong sense of perfection, dislike imperfection (ex. eggs), mellow at most of time, love to cloud watching and just plain greedy anything he wants.
History: Nick was an old history teacher, always comes early in the morning with a black tie around his neck and a plain grayish suit. A job that keeps the money coming for a living. His class room was at the second floor, a room that always crowed because of its small size. 7:05 a.m... The room always filled with annoyance, ungrateful and never single silent of peace but that's the toll of all the teachers have to take. Two clear widows on the right side of his room with a great view and has the nice feel of the sun rays.
So as he go on with his life, eating, bathing, brushing his teeth and over and over. His mind that was once seen the good side of being a mentor that loves to look forward everyday become scaled. Only a blend expression shows up on his face and his annoyance grew further. 8:12 a.m.. A test day, nothing but pencils scrabbling in sheet of paper. Scrabble.. Scrabble.. As the sound repeat itself and his head feels hollowed for just a second. Scrabble.. Scrabble.. Scrabble... Nick arms are folded neat and tight, he stared nothing but just the air until a voice echoing suddenly. "Imperfection.."
His face makes no sign of interest but the voice grew louder, everything is imperfection.
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(I thought I make character, guess not?)
