Profile of Nicodemus

― raise your words, not your voice ―

The smallest of the brotherly trio, Nicodemus is not much bigger than his own mother. He unfortunately inherited much of his fathers musculature structure, having little to show for strength and instead flexing the muscles of his mind. His pelt is as pale as winter snow, with a crown of gunpowder and ears of earthy brown. There is specklings of colour across his back, like flecks of drying ink on parchment paper, and his tail looks as if it were dipped in chocolate, finished with a white tip.

His eyes are a beautiful blend of both of his parents, ultimately resembling the blue depths of a silver lake.

― it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder ―
Thoughtful / Delicate / Anxious
A bit of a perfectionist, Nicodemus enjoys a quiet life with his books, music, and poetry. He is always seeking answers to the questions that he comes across, even delving into philosophical debates with himself - or others, if they choose to participate and he tolerates their presence. He is one to never be found with dirty garments or hairs out of place, and believes that manners and proper appearances garner one more respect that nearly anything else... except maybe profound intelligence. His desk is always appropriately sorted with all items organized and in their designated homes.

A possessive streak colours his otherwise somber appearance, whether it be over material possessions or others he likes. Underneath his calm demeanor is a delicate and soft boy who harbours a kindness he doesn't often show.

there are poems inside of you
that paper can't handle

Spring, Year 1710 - Born to young parents with 2 older brothers, Nicodemus gets his first taste of what life is.