Mickey 'Mick' Nixon
Fae Bio
Name
Mickey 'Mick' Nixon
Player
AlphaWolfQuin
Fae Race
Luck Fae
Fae Court
Unseelie
Age
500 years old
Claimed
None
Orientation
Heterosexual
Hair
Medium length, Salt and pepper color, Usually either slicked back or hanging loosely
Eyes
Light Brown
Height
'6,7"
Appearance
Mick's on the taller side and weighs 250 pounds. He's muscular but not overly toned and has a very rugged look to him. He has tattoos on his arms, back, and chest. Mick usually dresses in jeans, t-shirts, and leather biker vests as well as his leather riding boots. He has both ears pierced and also has scars on each side of his mouth that he received during a gang related punishment of sorts.
Personality
Mick is a very straight forward man with a take no shit attitude. He can be your best friend or worst enemy and that all depends on how he's treated. Treat him with kindness and respect and he'll return it and you may find that your luck has changed for the better. Treat him unkindly or purposefully try to hurt him and he can indeed make your life a living hell without batting an eye. He is very protective of those he cares greatly for and would do anything for his good friends.
Ons & Offs
ONs: Respect, Loyalty, Kindness, Good Conversation, Roughness, Dominant Women, Hugging/Holding, Eye contact during conversation, Tattoos/Piercings. OFFs:Feet/Foot Fetishes, Bathroom play, Lying, Disrespect
History
Mickey Nixon has a long, very interesting history that starts with his parents. Both of which were Fae and part of the Unseelie court and raised Mick with the code they followed. In turn as Mick grew up and learned to use his gifts, he used them as he saw fit and became a firm believer that change was indeed good and necessary at points. Once he was old enough to go out on his own, Mick headed out on the road. Travelling to various places around the world he met some very interesting people during his travels.
While spending some time in Texas, he bought himself a motorcycle and ended up making some friends who were part of a local biker gang. Although the men he hung out with were rough looking and intimidating in damn near every way, they weren't bad guys at all, in fact they did a lot of good deeds for local charities on top of the illegal activities they had taken a part in. The good did indeed outweigh the bad within the gang though and that was what drew Mick to the guys and for a long time the gang had become his family away from his parents whom at this point he had only spoke to through letters and phone conversations.
Unfortunately, no matter how many good deeds a gang does, it's still a gang and being a part of a gang meant that there was rivalries with other gangs, mainly over territory. Another local biker gang waged a turf war resulting in not only the murder of a few of Mick's friends but their families as well. Homes were invaded, women and children either killed or kidnapped, and Mick himself ended up locked inside a dirty cellar and beaten repeatedly by men who wanted information on connections Mick's fellow bikers worked with. Refusing to give up any info, Mick was tortured, something he himself actually allowed to give the still living members of his clique time to get their wives and children back safely.
The fae wore a smile on his face the entire time he was beaten, insulted, and even urinated on. Something that didn't sit too well with the rival gang leader. The man decided to put a permanent smile on Mick's face and dragged a knife across Mick's face, cutting two lines at the sides of his mouth at an upward angle. Bound at the wrists and feet, bloody and bruised, Mick simply laughed at the men torturing him and after hours of enduring the pain and humiliation and as a gun was pointed directly at the fae's head, Mick looked the rival gang leader in the eyes as the man asked if Mick had any last words. Mick didn't respond with words however, not just yet, instead he continued to laugh as one of the lights in the cellar came loose from the ceiling and smacked into the back of rival leader's head, knocking the man unconscious.
While the other gang members rushed to check on their leader, Mick managed to slip out of his restraints and get his hands on one of his captures handgun. With gun in hand, Mick immediately started putting holes in heads. The only smile on his face then was the one that was cut into him. He had put up a good act while tied up but the entire time he was tortured, Mick was deeply concerned for his friends and their families as well as angered more than he had ever been in his life. Once he took out the men in the room, Mick exited the cellar and headed after the rest of the rival gang that was in the building they were holding everyone. With perfect aim and sharp shooting skills, Mick picked the men off easily and made sure all of his friends and their families were out and far away from the building before a gas leak and a lit cigarette that was carelessly left in an ashtray, set the entire building ablaze as Mick drove off on his Harley.
After spending a few more years in Texas, making sure his adopted family was all set and had everything they could possibly need, he set out on the road again. To this day he still checks in with his fellow biker brothers and their families to make sure all is well but he hasn't visited the state for a while. The memories there too harsh for him to want to relive and being in Texas just has a way of bringing the memories up. Now a days he simply moves from place to place, not really making any new friends but never forgetting the ones he has. He does odd jobs every now and then when he needs the cash for gas or a motel room to spend a night in but he isn't a stranger to sleeping in the woods and doesn't mind to at all.
