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NANOTECH LEGENDS Concept Sketch - Nico Niamh
A towering skeletal figure stands in the half-light filtering in from the windows overhead.
You push yourself up from the floor, clutching your side as pain sears through your ribs. Something's broken.. how did you even end up here? You can't remember.
The figure reaches one lanky arm up to it's mouth and takes a drag of it's cigarette, briefly illuminating a scruffily dressed rat with hair slicked back, save a few strands that hang over his face.
"Wh-" you begin to question, before he holds up his other hand. Leaning his head back, he blows a cloud of pale smoke into the air.
"Dat's not t' important factor here, friend." he said, with the tone of one who has nothing Friendly on the mind.
"You's got a debt needs payin'."
"Bu... I don't-"
The hand goes up again and the figures shakes his head, almost looking dissapointed.
"Don't lie t' me, sir, I don'ts get dese t'ings wrong. Mr. Tempus is, shall we say... open ta negotiations on t' matter."
A light at the end of the tunnel.
"Negotiations? Like.. a p-payment plan, or..?"
The figure shakes his head again, dropping his cigarette to the floor and quashing the flame under the tip of an exquisitely polished pointed leather shoe.
"Mr Tempus was t'inkin' more in t' line o' somet'in' more... physical. Like a tail. Or an ear, maybe. So y'don't's forgets and go runnin' off again. Mr Tempus doesn't likes it when his clients try to welch on dere debts. And neit'er do I."
"A t-t-... please, no, I can pay him, I just need more time... I-I wasn't trying to run, I swear! I heard there was work here, I thought I could get the money faster!"
The figure steps forward into the light. His jacket, despite it's well-tailored look, hangs shabbily off of one shoulder, exposing a clean white shirt, slack bow-tie and suspenders beneath. He reaches into the hanging pocket of his jacket and withdraws a small rectangle of plastic, turning it this way and that in the light.
Oh no, you think, trembling slightly. Your ID card rests between his forefinger and thumb.
"Funny, dat. Last I's checked, yas don't need t' change yer name t'get a job. Or yer boithday. Now t' eyes, heh.. that was a clever little trick, I'll give yas that one. But if yas got money t'pay for new eyes, then yas got money t'pay yer debts."
"P-please, just give me more time, I promise, I..." Where did they come from? In each of the rat's hands, now loosely clenched, lay the handles of a pair of dark steel tonfa. Swinging his wrist lazily, he started to swing one of them in a circle around it's haft.
"Mr Tempus has waited more t'an long enough, my friend."
"No please, I beg of y-*!"
He vanished. No. Moved. Behind you, now, somehow. Arm outstretched, knees bent, closer to the floor. The pain hit you. You reach up and cry out, clutching the side of your head, and look to the floor besides you. That's... that's your ear.
As horror chases conciousness from your mind, you turn, stumbling, to face the man. The tonfa are gone. He's standing up again, half-slouched as before, opening a stick of gum.
"T' name is Nico. Don'ts forget it. 'cos Mr Tempus isn't gonna forgets you. Two weeks, friend. Sees ya then."
And with that, he puts the gum in his mouth and walks away, calmly, the tap-tap of his shoes on the stone floor the only sound behind the ringing in your head as you topple backwards, unconscious.
The latest character concept for NANOTECH LEGENDS! Nico the rat, a morally deficient and sadistic (at least by first impressions) man who believes that no promise is made to be broken and no debt should go unpaid; whether it's his own or someone else's. Currently in the employ of the Heimdall Corporation, Nico is rarely seen without either a cigarette or a stick of gum in his mouth - and those who've seen him fight; and been lucky enough to not be on the other end; warn against judging him by his shabby dress habits and slack pose.
You push yourself up from the floor, clutching your side as pain sears through your ribs. Something's broken.. how did you even end up here? You can't remember.
The figure reaches one lanky arm up to it's mouth and takes a drag of it's cigarette, briefly illuminating a scruffily dressed rat with hair slicked back, save a few strands that hang over his face.
"Wh-" you begin to question, before he holds up his other hand. Leaning his head back, he blows a cloud of pale smoke into the air.
"Dat's not t' important factor here, friend." he said, with the tone of one who has nothing Friendly on the mind.
"You's got a debt needs payin'."
"Bu... I don't-"
The hand goes up again and the figures shakes his head, almost looking dissapointed.
"Don't lie t' me, sir, I don'ts get dese t'ings wrong. Mr. Tempus is, shall we say... open ta negotiations on t' matter."
A light at the end of the tunnel.
"Negotiations? Like.. a p-payment plan, or..?"
The figure shakes his head again, dropping his cigarette to the floor and quashing the flame under the tip of an exquisitely polished pointed leather shoe.
"Mr Tempus was t'inkin' more in t' line o' somet'in' more... physical. Like a tail. Or an ear, maybe. So y'don't's forgets and go runnin' off again. Mr Tempus doesn't likes it when his clients try to welch on dere debts. And neit'er do I."
"A t-t-... please, no, I can pay him, I just need more time... I-I wasn't trying to run, I swear! I heard there was work here, I thought I could get the money faster!"
The figure steps forward into the light. His jacket, despite it's well-tailored look, hangs shabbily off of one shoulder, exposing a clean white shirt, slack bow-tie and suspenders beneath. He reaches into the hanging pocket of his jacket and withdraws a small rectangle of plastic, turning it this way and that in the light.
Oh no, you think, trembling slightly. Your ID card rests between his forefinger and thumb.
"Funny, dat. Last I's checked, yas don't need t' change yer name t'get a job. Or yer boithday. Now t' eyes, heh.. that was a clever little trick, I'll give yas that one. But if yas got money t'pay for new eyes, then yas got money t'pay yer debts."
"P-please, just give me more time, I promise, I..." Where did they come from? In each of the rat's hands, now loosely clenched, lay the handles of a pair of dark steel tonfa. Swinging his wrist lazily, he started to swing one of them in a circle around it's haft.
"Mr Tempus has waited more t'an long enough, my friend."
"No please, I beg of y-*!"
He vanished. No. Moved. Behind you, now, somehow. Arm outstretched, knees bent, closer to the floor. The pain hit you. You reach up and cry out, clutching the side of your head, and look to the floor besides you. That's... that's your ear.
As horror chases conciousness from your mind, you turn, stumbling, to face the man. The tonfa are gone. He's standing up again, half-slouched as before, opening a stick of gum.
"T' name is Nico. Don'ts forget it. 'cos Mr Tempus isn't gonna forgets you. Two weeks, friend. Sees ya then."
And with that, he puts the gum in his mouth and walks away, calmly, the tap-tap of his shoes on the stone floor the only sound behind the ringing in your head as you topple backwards, unconscious.
The latest character concept for NANOTECH LEGENDS! Nico the rat, a morally deficient and sadistic (at least by first impressions) man who believes that no promise is made to be broken and no debt should go unpaid; whether it's his own or someone else's. Currently in the employ of the Heimdall Corporation, Nico is rarely seen without either a cigarette or a stick of gum in his mouth - and those who've seen him fight; and been lucky enough to not be on the other end; warn against judging him by his shabby dress habits and slack pose.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Rat
Size 1280 x 917px
File Size 425.3 kB
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