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name â nico âneeksâ
traits â confident, bitter, sly
background â born to a mother with the same powers as him (see below) but corrupted by them to no returns point, neeks is determined to never follow suit. heâs mastered his magic as much as he can, and even uses it to his benefit to support him and his younger stepbrother four leaf - posing as offering one kind of service, in order to glean a very different result. working the corner takes a different meaning with neeks - where people go to him expecting control over his body, they leave with his control over their mind. a memory of something that didnât happen... and neeksâs pockets all the heavier for it. itâs not sustainable, what heâs doing, the other twisters whisper. neeks turns a deaf ear. heâs not going to be like his mother - and heâs not going to live in shame.
(alongside this, neeks also relies on the use of a cane ever since his mother lashed out at him with a knife - his knee took the blow, and has been damaged ever since. following his step fatherâs sheepish suggestion of moving out, neeks took his younger step brother four leaf and booked it.)
skills/magic â neeks is a twister, with his specialty on the human mind. he is able to look into peoples minds and alter them as he sees fit - whether that be making them think their trusted friends are actually enemies in disguise, or swapping a memory for a dream that never took place. it's an incredibly powerful thing to be able to do, but as usual comes with its catch: neeks can't actually do anything unless the person agrees to it, and should they agree, he still runs the risk of losing parts of his own memory (or sanity) in the process, blurring the lines of where he starts and others begin.
Heâs lean and pretty, even if Lev hates the second word for finding its way into her mind. His hair is effortlessly tousled, his eyes dark as olive pits. He lounges on the couch with a practiced, almost cat-like quality, fingers tracing the fabric absently. Eve walks by him like heâs not even there.
âYouâll stay upstairs,â she says to Lev. âThird room, to the left. Is that clear?â
âYeah, pretty sure I can count,â Lev mutters. The boy on the couch laughs lightly, turns over. Lev glances over, but Eveâs gaze remains fixed firmly ahead.
âGood,â she says. âThe other doors are locked, If you need anything...â A shrug. âCall for Egg.â
Lev canât help but bristle at that, a dull flare of annoyance spiking in her chest. The shrugged off certainty in Eveâs words, the way sheâd tossed out Eggâs services like they were hers to offer- âWhat is he, your butler?â
Eve goes to answer, but itâs the boy that speaks up this time. âDonât overestimate him,â he says, voice light. âAt least butlers get paid.â A stretch. âNot too badly, at that.â
âNeeks,â Eve says. Sheâs still not looking at him, but Lev can see the way her shoulders have tensed, tone turned curt and clipped. Very clearly roped into a conversation sheâd rather not be having. âI donât recall asking for your input.â
âI could change that.â The boy - Neeks - stretches again. Regards them both with cut off curiosity - a cat watching a bird through a window pane. âWell? Arenât you going to introduce your new pet?â
Lev shoots him a scowl. The malice isnât directed at her, not exactly, but - still. Thereâs that word again. Pet.
She answers before Eve has a chance to, eyes narrowing warningly. âMight start small. First introduce my fist to your face, and work from there.â
Neeks just grins. âOoh. Feisty. And Eve lets you talk like that?â His eyes dart between the two of them, gaze detached, unreadable. Lev readies herself for a fight. âShe really must need you.â