#nimbusintro

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Firebreathers Character Introduction (2/?):

Nimbus Timber

“I haven’t slept in two days.”

Basic Info:

Bisexual Trans guy; He/Him 19 Ehlf; Water mage

Referential Info:

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw D&D class: Artificer; alchemist Radiant order: Elsecaller Allomantic ability: Brass A:TLA bender: Water

Brief Overview:

Since all parental support disappeared midway through high school, Nimbus has had to adjust to caring for his younger siblings with his twin, Ember. Luckily, he’s been able to find consistent solace in the Workshop, buried among wires and lights. And if he’s being honest, Nimbus doesn’t want to risk his apprenticeship by joining the rebellion. 

But some things are more important than others, and he and Ember agree on what those are.

Perceptions:

“It’s going to be okay.”

How strangers see him:

“He’s definitely not the guy we’re looking for.”

He’s not confident at all, making himself smaller, squeezing through, trying not to draw attention.

The one who stayed up with me, my caretaker.

How siblings see him:

“He’s a terrible liar, and he definitely wasn’t telling the truth about that.”

We’re alike in more than just looks, no matter how often I forget.

How friends see him: 

The smartest person in the room, no matter what room it is.

“Have you... Ever asked for help? In your life?” 

How he sees himself:

Nothing’s been able to [help me sleep] in years.

I’ve never failed at cramming things into my brain, or pretending I already knew about them.

Skills:

“I can’t keep a straight face for shit.”

Adept:

Mathematics Engineering Assembling clockwork Singing

Decent:

Sewing Pep talks Planning Talking to people

Terrible:

Lying Expressing himself Bluntness Confrontation

Excerpt and Aesthetics under the cut

Excerpt:

I keep sitting here, staring into my water, hoping that maybe I’ll find an answer to my issues, but none comes. Eventually, when the 5:00 train comes rumbling through, I grab my bag and keys, leave a note, and head out the door. 

The lobby is empty, and so are the streets when I initially start my trek through the city. No one bothers me by the time I reach the piers, and I’m thankful for it. 

The sun rises as I stand under a shop awning, looking out to the sea. The first time I saw it, I was crying, and over time, I became aware of its beauty. Now, though, I hardly feel anything. It’s as much a constant in my life as the sunset, and no matter how much I will myself to look at it with awe once again, I can’t muster a bit of feeling.

I make my way to the Workshop before I’m fully aware of where I want to go, and as I approach, I see the silhouette of Beta on the front steps, punching in the code. 

“Morning, sir,” I call out, softly enough so as not to disturb the other people beginning to walk the streets. The craftsman turns to me, a smile lighting his wrinkled face as the door opens.

“Good morning, Nimbus,” he greets me as I walk up beside him. “Sleep troubles again?”

“Yeah.” I walk into the foyer with him, taking the bag from my shoulder and dropping it on the stool in the entryway. I used to try and hide my insomnia from him, too, but when I found him tinkering here at 2:30 in the morning a while back, the understanding that we were in the same boat passed between us. 

Beta hums. “You know, there’s a Goblin medication that helps with sleep.”

I look to him. “Why don’t you take it, then?”

“Less people want to talk to you at night, I find.”

Aesthetics:

“How can you even call that a rebellion?”

image credits (in order of appearance):

+  Athena, Ricardo Esquivel, Megan Forbes, Brett Sayles,  Felix Mittermeier, and Oleg Magni, all from Pexels

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Full Name: Cumulo Nimbus Timber

Age: 19

Gender/Pronouns: Transgender Man, He/Him

Race: Ehlf

Brief Overview:

Nimbus has hardly had a good night’s sleep in about three years. Since his younger sister Starlight was murdered, to be exact. At first it was because he was comforting her twin, Dusk, all night every night. Now that things have calmed down, though, he still can’t shut his eyes and reliably find rest. So he usually distracts himself by assembling watches, something he memorized how to do years ago. And when the sun finally begins to rise, he makes his way across town to the Workshop, where he knows he’ll be able to find company that won’t judge the bags under his eyes.

Beta’s Workshop is the first place Nimbus found more comforting than his own home. Surrounded by the gentle hum of electricity, a song playing quietly on Beta’s radio, and the whirring of all sorts of fans, he’s able to drown out most of the noise in his head. Besides, he gets to learn all about Goblin technology while he’s there, something that he’s never really been able to keep his mind off of.

Honestly, if Beta hadn’t taken him on as an apprentice, Nimbus isn’t sure if he would’ve been able to keep himself sane. So when his twin, Ember, starts talking about joining a revolution, he’s terrified that they’re about to throw the only comfort he has into jeopardy.