( evan mock, cis man, he / him ) is that nicolás “nik” harwood, the 25 year-old musician at bar volante? they’re pretty attentive, but people have told me they could be confusing as well. they kinda remind me of come here by dominic fike, probably because of the whole bailing on family dinners, cuts and scrapes from a failed crossbone, and late night phone calls that end with ‘do you want to come over?’ vibe they’ve got going for them. they live in hollywood hills, but you can probably find them at hi tide comics if you wanted to chat. out of everyone i know, i’d say they’re the most likely to take a week to reply to a text. say what you want about them, but they’re an angeleno through and through.
the basics.
name nicolás harwood nik luna gender cis man, he / him sexuality mostly straight height 6’0” face claim evan mock hair color almost always dyed; he’s extremely partial to pink body mods two helix piercings and a tragus on his left ear, a crescent moon tattoo on his left ring finger, a small siberian iris tattoo on the outside of his right wrist traits attentive, thoughtful, closed off, confusing
about.
ㅤ ㅤ ⤷ㅤ can’t you tell that i’m bad for ya ??? ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ it doesn’t show in your eyes ...
nik grew up knowing that he’s a bastard. it didn’t take a genius to figure it out—the expensive gifts that came from ‘uncles’ and ‘godfathers’ he’d never met, the clothes that were lifted straight out of a magazine, the fact that they could afford everything they needed on a waitress’ salary. they didn’t live in excess ( nik would later discover that his mother had set aside most of the money from his father in the event that he decides to refuse his trust ) but they did live comfortably, and nik was just glad that his mother didn’t have to struggle to make ends meet. he knew who his father was—there was only one set of harwoods in hollywood, and they were basically industry royalty—but he didn’t yearn for a connection, didn’t care about meeting someone who had done nothing for him outside of cheques and presents. parenthood, as far as nik was concerned, had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with being there for your child. he would have been content living his whole life without ever meeting his father, but in the end, he didn’t really have much of a choice.
he had just turned eleven when his father asked to meet him for the first time, and it was nothing short of a disaster—nik didn’t make it easy for his father, but it’s not as if the man even tried. they wordlessly agreed never to see each other again ( maybe he and his father were able to reach some sort of understanding, after all ), and life went on as it always has. the cheques kept coming, the gifts arrived every birthday and every holiday without fail, and it was just nik and his mother against the world—just as it’s always been.
he was fourteen when his mother fell ill. it was bad—bad enough that she had to be moved to an inpatient facility, bad enough that nik was forced to live with his only other parent. he didn’t like his father the first time they met at the ritz, and at home he liked his father even less. the harwoods’ house on the hills reminded him of an ice sculpture, beautiful and cold, so unlike their little apartment that was filled with sunshine and warmth. high society was another thing to dread—nik despised the gladhanding, the politics, the people who thought there was something to be earned from sucking up to the bastard. he began to craft a persona: nik from his nickname, luna from his mother’s surname. nicolás was bound by the shackles his father had put him in, but nik was free—free to make friends without telling people who he really is, free to act like he didn’t have access to the depths of his father’s pockets. it was liberating, and if he closed his eyes he could almost let himself believe that he was back home with his mother.
it’s been more than a decade since then, but nik has yet to put the persona to rest. he has carved out a life for himself as nik luna—made friends, bought a ratty apartment downtown that he pretends to rent, started a band. none of the people in nik luna’s life know who he really is, and perhaps they never will.
ㅤ ㅤ ⤷ㅤ baby come here ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ i get so lonely at night !!!
wanted connections.
neighbors. nik splits his time between the harwood estate, dani’s apartment, and the unit he bought in downtown la, but he drops by often enough to be familiar with the other tenants. maybe they get along, maybe they don’t. bandmates. it’s been about a year since nik and a couple of friends started playing shows at bar volante as ‘the deep end’, but it’s more of a hobby than anything else. it kind of has to be, because getting too much traction would risk exposing who nik really is. he’s the frontman and guitarist, while his friends play bass and drums respectively. and on that note... regulars at bar volante. the deep end plays at least two nights every week, so it’s inevitable that nik has become familiar with the regulars. maybe some of them can be considered friends, maybe some of them can’t fucking stand him for some reason or other, maybe some of them could be fans, almost. former fling / someone he used to hook up with. maybe they’re civil, maybe they’re friendly, maybe they’d rather freedive into a pool of lava than spend more than five minutes in each other’s presence. maybe there’s still a bit of tension there, enough to flirt without it leading to anything. maybe nik plays it up when he and his “on-again, off-again” are off-again. someone who knows him as nik harwood. maybe they’re friendly, maybe they aren’t. maybe they know about his double life, maybe they don’t. not a lot of slots for obvious reasons. regulars at venice skate park. nik hasn’t had a real job since he got his degree, so he has a lot of free time that he normally spends skateboarding. there’s a surface-level type of friendship that can be found amongst the community there, and that’s perfect for someone who’s hiding as much as he is.
these are all i could think of at the moment, but as a rule of thumb, friends are always welcome—as well as people who hate nik’s guts. he might not identify as a rich boy, but he does have the cockiness to match, and he likes to play it up sometimes. i also sent a wanted connection for his college best friend-slash-former fling to the main, so feel free to check that out and apply for it if you’re down.
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