Nicholæ Purrun

Name: Nicholæ Purrun
Played By: Tristan
Height: 7'6
Build: Very muscular, yet lithe and flexible.
Apparent Age: 27
Eye Color: Amber (light brown through the mask)
Hair: Black, in a ponytail
Appearance: Nicholæ is almost never seen without his signature black leather trenchcoat and Tri-corner hat, which he wears even in the heat of the summer. This outfit is usually accented by a white, silk scarf thrown over his shoulder; at times it may cover his face, which features a square jaw, hard nose, and thick eyebrows. Under his coat, he typically wears either a tan button-up shirt or T shirts for Eastern European Punk bands that no one around here has ever heard of (ie. Golgo Bordello), as well as leather work boots.
Nicholæ tends to be somewhat introverted, not speaking until he knows exactly what to say. This changes when he has been drinking, then he becomes loud and boisterous, will laugh at almost anything, and not unlikely to attempt to drink someone under the table. When he does speak, his voice is deep and very accented, in fact his English can be somewhat broken and he may drop Roma words in the middle of a sentence.
Supernatural Type?: There always seems to be a certain amount of heat radiating from him, not entirely surprising given his fondness for black leather. In addition, he smells ever to slightly of sand, and after you shake his strangely rough hands, there always seem to be a few grains of the stuff on your palms.
Public Knowledge: Nicholæ, though quiet, often frequents the local pubs, especially when they feature local folk musicians. He will sometimes question visitors or those who travel frequently if they have seen an athletic blonde woman with a similar accent to his own; when asked who this person is and why he is searching for her, he becomes rather morose for a bit and refuses to answer any more questions on the matter.

Substituting a Poem for a Song: The Highwayman, Alfred Noyes

Changeling Mask/Mein: His skin is very rough and course as if it were coated with sand. Nicholæ is a member of the summer court and seems to embody the harsh deserts where summer rules throughout the year. If he remains in the same place for a while, sand will start to accumulate around him, first in small motes, which slowly become small piles the longer he stays. Sand seems to creep it's way out of all the cracks and crannies in the room and gravitate towards him; one can only imagine what his bedroom looks like.

Added song: White Summer/Black Mountain, Led Zeppelin.