Birthday: 31st Bethas, 2678
Age: 42
FC: Paul Bettany
Current Location: Vienda
Occupation: Watchmaker
Player Name: Foxing
Nicholas is an unassuming man. Built to be wiry rather than strong, he tends to hunch a little which gives people a deceptive idea of his true height-though he is not a short man, he is often mistaken for one. Whether this posture is from a nervous disposition and desire to take up as little space as possible, or from the hours he spends hunched over a black velvet cloth on his workbench fitting gears and screws with deft and clever hands, who can say.
HIs hair is a sandy kind of ginger, and rarely neat. He tries to keep it cropped short for it tends to grow in all directions at once, adding to his usually dishevelled appearance. His eyes are a pale blue, and there is an odd sort of unsettling intensity to his gaze, possibly because he rarely meets another’s eyes.
Nicholas is a hard worker, and capable of great focus when at his work, so much so that he has a bell set up for Francis to get his attention- the two of them learned the hard way that he rarely hears someone calling.
Most all he does is work, because someone of his soft heart and caring temperament needs something to concentrate on- and besides, he has to remain worthy of his fathers’ faith in him. He cares deeply for Francis, and sometimes suspects that the old man insists on his evening concerts as a way to pull Nicholas away from his work for a few, too-short minutes. He loves it even so, the music demands nothing but to be played, to be beautiful, and playing his father’s cello is a way to keep him around even now.
His feelings on race are complex. Other humans and wicks, fine, good, he deals with them every day, fine upstanding folk. He is an intelligent man, so somewhere at the back of his mind he reasons that there must be some Galdori of a reasonable mindset, kind even, but he has yet to meet any that he knows of. And in any case, every Golly is a cog in the great machine that grinds them down every day, no matter any one person’s mind or motivations.
Nicholas doesn’t have any memories of his mother, all he knows is what his father told him- that she wasn’t in a position to care for the boy as he deserved. It doesn’t seem to matter, because growing up above a fascinating shop full of trinkets with a doting father, and his father’s equally doting friend and business partner Francis Rouncewell, made for a full and happy childhood. Edgar Fogg died unexpectedly some twenty five years ago- hit by an omnibus, of all things. By that time, Nicholas was well into his apprenticeship, and though the shop and business remained in Francis’ name, Nicholas became the Fogg of Rouncewell & Fogg, Watchmakers. Francis himself is now 65 years old and near bedbound, and Nicholas cares for him in the small flat above their shop, keeping the business ticking over. Times are hard, and he gets frustrated, but never with Francis.
Sometimes a fire long-banked smoulders again, and anger rises. Anger at the society that keeps them down here, anger at the systems designed to crush their spirits, anger at the inequality that is shown nowhere better than in the greatest city in Anaxas.
He works hard, and keeps quiet, and neither Francis, nor the shop boy know where his extra shipments of parts come from… or what is in them. They don’t know about the little room dug out in the cellar, with the hidden door.
He doesn’t want them to know. He’d rather they were safe. But he can’t stand by and let the Resistance fight alone.
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Short term, make Francis’ last few years as happy and comfortable as possible, and start putting money away. Long term, help get the resistance into a position from which they can make some real change.