Status: Available in Terran Allied Space
Name: Nolan Seward
Known Aliases: Lala
Age: 25
Sex: ♂
Gender: ♂
Sexuality: ♀♂
Height: 2.14 meters
Weight: 136 kg
Species/Ethnicity: N'sazz
Skin Color: #736698
Eye Color: #d9e71d
Hair/Horn Color: #000000
Known Affiliations: Kreska Ido, N'sazz Empire, Iradi Mercenary Service
Marital Status: Swingin' single
About:
People make a lot of assumptions about a guy who's half human, half purple space ork. For the record, it's his father who's Terran. He was raised by his father on Cylinder Station 12, one of the only non-Terrans there. Just him, and an extremely aggressive and very small green girl.
A whole war was fought over how much their technicolor halves should have hated each other. Maybe it helped that neither of them were very good at being what they were supposed to be.
The N'sazz object to being characterized as a warrior race. Particularly when they get into only half as many wars as Terrans do, and less of them with their own people. Most wars are fought based on a highly important concept that very roughly translates to the principle of the thing. Emotions are important and valid, and are considered to outweigh logic in most things.
In that regard, Nolan doesn't fit in great with N'sazz ideas of what he ought to be. Much like his father, he's big into zen. He's a chill dude, goin' with the flow. He's down with whatevs. Whatever makes you happy, man. He'll roll with it. Sometimes he gets a little aggro, but hey, that's just biology. As long as no one does anything dumb, he won't try to rip anyone's throat out with his tusks. Easy-peasy.
He's also big into explosions. He thinks they're a good example of creative destruction. The universe got made in a great big explosion, after all. Stars are explosions, kind of. Explosions are cool.
Things have changed since he left the station. He got to blow a lot of things up, that was nice. Got even more chill, somehow. Had to ditch the station scum accent, but hey, errybody makes sacrifices. His new one isn't actually much better. Grew another 14 centimeters, and sometimes he imagines how irritated Kreska would be to know about that. When it came to his horns, he was a bit of a late bloomer. They're not particularly large, as N'sazz horns go, but they swoosh nicely with his pompadour so he ain't too fussed.
He got his second set of tusks coming out of his cheekbones, and he thought it would be a good idea to get them carved to look all fancy. Turns out they're basically teeth and that was a bad idea that hurt like hell. But then he got them filled in with gold, so really, it all worked out.
When he decided to become a bounty hunter – and let's face it, he mostly did it because he thought it would be badass – he got a tattoo of a mythological N'sazz creature on his bicep. A creature of legend, one capable of gazing into the second soul where secret truths are hidden, a monster of nightmares. Unfortunately for him, humans think it looks like an adorable six-legged baby deer. Guys. Guys. No. It's – it's fucking cool, okay? It's badass. It's not adorable, goddammit.
He got a helmet custom-made so it wouldn't mess up his hair, he got a gun that's six times bigger than necessary and makes explosions that look great while doing very little actual damage, and he bought a spaceship that barely runs. But goddamn does it look good doing it. Almost every credit he makes goes into trying to get his ship to run just a little bit longer. Or into his guitar collection. Because what's the point of two thumbs if you don't have plenty of great guitars?
He hasn't spoken to Kreska in five years because he's not much good at thinking up things to say. Not when he's lightyears away and kind of a little embarrassed about how he left things, and those seem like the kinds of messages that'd get real awkward real fast. It's hard to know what to say to a girl when you bought her a leather jacket and a whole lotta cigarettes, when you broke each other's noses and broke other people's noses and accidentally broke her arm that one time because it turned out to be real easy to break.
But he looks real cool playing collectible guitars in a collectible spaceship, and maybe one of these days she'll be real impressed to see him looking as cool as he does.
A whole war was fought over how much their technicolor halves should have hated each other. Maybe it helped that neither of them were very good at being what they were supposed to be.
The N'sazz object to being characterized as a warrior race. Particularly when they get into only half as many wars as Terrans do, and less of them with their own people. Most wars are fought based on a highly important concept that very roughly translates to the principle of the thing. Emotions are important and valid, and are considered to outweigh logic in most things.
In that regard, Nolan doesn't fit in great with N'sazz ideas of what he ought to be. Much like his father, he's big into zen. He's a chill dude, goin' with the flow. He's down with whatevs. Whatever makes you happy, man. He'll roll with it. Sometimes he gets a little aggro, but hey, that's just biology. As long as no one does anything dumb, he won't try to rip anyone's throat out with his tusks. Easy-peasy.
He's also big into explosions. He thinks they're a good example of creative destruction. The universe got made in a great big explosion, after all. Stars are explosions, kind of. Explosions are cool.
Things have changed since he left the station. He got to blow a lot of things up, that was nice. Got even more chill, somehow. Had to ditch the station scum accent, but hey, errybody makes sacrifices. His new one isn't actually much better. Grew another 14 centimeters, and sometimes he imagines how irritated Kreska would be to know about that. When it came to his horns, he was a bit of a late bloomer. They're not particularly large, as N'sazz horns go, but they swoosh nicely with his pompadour so he ain't too fussed.
He got his second set of tusks coming out of his cheekbones, and he thought it would be a good idea to get them carved to look all fancy. Turns out they're basically teeth and that was a bad idea that hurt like hell. But then he got them filled in with gold, so really, it all worked out.
When he decided to become a bounty hunter – and let's face it, he mostly did it because he thought it would be badass – he got a tattoo of a mythological N'sazz creature on his bicep. A creature of legend, one capable of gazing into the second soul where secret truths are hidden, a monster of nightmares. Unfortunately for him, humans think it looks like an adorable six-legged baby deer. Guys. Guys. No. It's – it's fucking cool, okay? It's badass. It's not adorable, goddammit.
He got a helmet custom-made so it wouldn't mess up his hair, he got a gun that's six times bigger than necessary and makes explosions that look great while doing very little actual damage, and he bought a spaceship that barely runs. But goddamn does it look good doing it. Almost every credit he makes goes into trying to get his ship to run just a little bit longer. Or into his guitar collection. Because what's the point of two thumbs if you don't have plenty of great guitars?
He hasn't spoken to Kreska in five years because he's not much good at thinking up things to say. Not when he's lightyears away and kind of a little embarrassed about how he left things, and those seem like the kinds of messages that'd get real awkward real fast. It's hard to know what to say to a girl when you bought her a leather jacket and a whole lotta cigarettes, when you broke each other's noses and broke other people's noses and accidentally broke her arm that one time because it turned out to be real easy to break.
But he looks real cool playing collectible guitars in a collectible spaceship, and maybe one of these days she'll be real impressed to see him looking as cool as he does.
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