Nicola Rangé

[Nicola Rangé]

Settle down, it’ll all be clear

Full name: Nicola Rangé
Nickname: Nico
Alias: N/A
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 19; March 9
Celebrity Claim: N/A

If you get lost you can always be found

Time Period: Renaissance

Appearance: Nicola is in fairly good shape. He doesn't have much muscle tone, but at the same time isn't too far on the scrawny side. He has dark brown hair that he keeps at a medium length which he combs over his right eye; his eyes of which are a dark forest green. Around others, he tries to appear confident by walking with a straight posture, his arms swinging smoothly by his sides. On normal missions, he'll wear the traditional white Italian Assassin robes. But on his own time, he tends to wear a casual t-shirt and a pair of pants.
Height: 6'1"
Distinguishing Features: Small cut on his left cheek.

Just know you’re not alone

Personality: Nicola is slightly shy around others, but actually hates being alone. He is very caring of his friends and always stands up for them if he sees them getting pushed around or harrassed. He can be very quiet or even silent at times, but can also be very amiable and sociable at others. He wants nothing more but to prove himself in the order and gain the respect of his fellow assassins.

Fears:
-Deep water (can't swim)
-Being sent on missions alone
-Being surrounded by strangers

Goals:
-to prove himself to the creed
-to develop his archery skills even further
-to learn use his newly-achieved hidden blade
-to become a faster climber 

Likes:
-Archery
-Friendship
-Quiet places
-Being commended for his work
-Being respected

Dislikes: 
-Templars (I'm looking at you, Diego >:I)
-Climbing for long periods of time
-Those who don't follow orders
-Those who get over-emotional
-His brother

Strengths:
-Archery
-Good judge of distance (depth perception)
-Incredibly obedient

Weaknesses:
-Gets worn out quickly
-Can't swim
-Inexperienced in the Assassins
-Scaling buildings

Talents: 
-Doesn't let his emotions get in the way of his work
-Highly accomplished crossbow shooter
-Very keen eyes for marksmanship

Habits/Quirks: 
-Awkward at times, especially around strangers
-Has a difficulty cutting himself off when drinking (Good times... LOL)
-Clumsy when nervous

Occupation: None as of yet

Alliance: Assassin

Cause I’m gonna make this place your home.

History: Nicola grew up as the youngest child in an average Italian home along the streets of Venice. Growing up, it would be his older brother, Tacito, that would steal most of the attention away from him. At a very young age, his brother was showing signs of interests in the arts--painting, poetry, music... The typical interests of an artist during the Renaissance. But this enthusiasm caused a very different effect on someone in the family. Young little Nicola often found himself having most of the attention stolen from him by his older brother. Quickly learning this at an early age, the future assassin learned to draw away from others and live without the attention.

It would be a fifteenth year birthday gift that would change Nico's life forever.

"Honestly, Nicola, I will never understand why you can't be more like your brother," he said as he paced around him. Nico sat uncomfortably at the dining table, unable to make eye contact his father, who sounded very displeased with him. His other family members had already gone off to tend to other matters, but instead he was kept here to receive another one of his father's long lectures. And this wasn't the first time this had happened. It became so common, he actually feared him. He hated himself for not living up to his family's standards.  He hated his brother, hated the world, hated his life. But it was his father's lectures that gave him the least bit of attention he needed to stay sane.

"You want to make something of yourself, don't you?" he asked. Nicola lifted his gaze slightly from the table as he met his father's eyes for a brief moment before returning them back to their previous position. "Don't you?" he repeated, more demanding this time. Nicola slowly nodded his head in conformation as his eyes settled on him yet again, but refused to unlock his gaze this time. "Good," he said with a slight grin before heading out of the room in a hurried manner. When he returned, he carried with him an old wooden crossbow. The weapon was slightly smaller in size than most traditional crossbows, and likely less powerful, as well. But Nicola could see the real advantage to possessing such a utility. It was light, maneuverable, and could be loaded quickly. For these very reasons, this crossbow made up for its lack of lethality.

"This is one of my most prized possessions. And I want it to make a man out of you." He grinned as he presented him to it, laying it down on the very table he sat at for his examination. Nicola's eyes were full of questions and uncertainty as he gazed upon it. It was cracked in various places, and appeared exceptionally worn out. It was clear that it had suffered heavy endurance throughout his father's ownership. "I want you to promise me that you'll carry on the torch that I carried for so long--become the marksman that I so proudly was." Swallowing hard, Nicola arose from his seat slowly, unsure he could live up to such a task. The request made him nervous, to say the least, but he couldn't let his father down. He had to prove himself.

"It will be done," Nicola said firmly.

"And you know what I've taught you about agreements," his father said slyly, as if his son's words weren't enough for him.

Nicola's eyes slowly drifted to the crossbow that lay across the table, then slowly re-met his father's steely gaze. "Pacta sunt servanda," he replied affirmatively.

(Pacta sunt servanda: a common Latin term meaning  "agreements must be kept")

From this point on, archery became an enormous part of Nicola's life. His personal obsession with earning respect and attention drove him to hone his skills to the hardest he could. To remind himself of his father, he even carved the very words 'pacta sunt servanda' into the bottom of the stock of his cherished  crossbow. The words eventually became apart of his philosophy, and would prove to be the source of his obedience and loyalty. These characteristics would turn out to be just what the Assassins were looking for.

It would only be a few more years before Nicola would settle on the idea of joining the creed. He wanted more than anything to prove himself--to show he could be the great man his father had once been.

(Wow... I did NOT intend for that to be so long XD I'm so sorry for making everyone read all that)

Mother: Azzurra Rangé
Father: Felice Rangé
Siblings: Tacito Rangé
Significant other: N/A
Pets: N/A
Home: Venice/Rome

Behind the Scenes

Name/Alias: Nicola, Nico, Lawlz, Adam
How long have you been in RP?: Only 2-3 years :/
How did you find Cutting Corners?: Rosa!! YOU brought me here ^_^

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