Nicolaas Breed

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Nicolaas Breed rarely calls himself that anymore, instead preferring to announce himself as a mutilated sobriquet based off of whatever furniture happens to be in a room at the time. He has gone by “Armoire Kettlelegg,” “Duvet Silkhangings,” and others. He would be considered handsome, even beautiful, but the dark circles around his pale eyes and habit of chewing his lip or fingernails into oblivion at every waking moment preclude any sort of “wowing.” He stands at almost six feet, is rail thin with wispy, ash-gray, chin-length hair, and has angular features that elicit humorous anecdotes regarding androgyny on a daily basis.
Claiming to be a refugee from Dwanholf, he cites their myriad vices and criminal enterprises as the raison d’etre for his appearing in Abel. He did so, of course, with nary a belonging to his name, and so, like countless other vagabonds, enlisted himself in the military with the hopes of three square meals and a roof over his head.
Generally speaking, he is an amiable individual, but his persistent use of verbage bordering on, for lack of a better phrase, the inaccessible, can be disquieting at best, alienating at the worst. His openness is often met with warm regard in the short-term, but he has few lasting acquaintances.

Nicolaas Breed

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