Personality
Nino is seen like a child, bright and happy: Often, he is perceived as a happy go-lucky person, always trying his best. However, he isn’t. Nino has a strong desire to be the center of everyone's attention, in any way possible way. In other words, he’s obsessed with the thought of being the person everyone wants and thinks about. He will try to achieve this by being the nice guy, who is considerate to everyone he knows and anyone he meets. He puts on this front with gleeful resilience, no matter what is thrown at him in the day. This fake ‘personality’ that has engulfed him gives him motivation to pursue his current situation. His true personality is quite dim, self-obsessed and dark. He could be said to be twisted, changing himself to fit the people he is with, despite the fact that most people do it. Nino recognizes the error in his ways, not caring to change it. He sincerely believes that he should do what he wants and act the way he wishes to, as a way to achieve his lust for the spotlight. However, upon discovering Terrasphere, the constant whisper of desire down his neck suddenly left him and he finally returned to the time when he was just himself. It was a strange but comforting experience to him, where he could act as strangely or as twisted as he wanted to be.
Positive: Adaptive, Resilient, Persistent, Determined, Logical
Negative: Disloyal, Self-obsessed, Dark, Fake, Unsympathetic
Biography
Born in a December cold, Nino was brought into a family of his grandparents, his mother and father as well as his two older siblings. His family, not particularly poor, expected a successful and well-mannered son. And while Nino certainly gave his education his best as a son, he always used to crack under the pressure his family gave him. He was always compared to his older brother and sister, Carson and Annabelle, who had achieved a great many things in their short time alive. Nino tried his best to please his family, by winning contests and doing the best in exams, however, all these accomplishments had already been claimed by either one of his siblings. Nino became desperate, taking on exams that were past his mental capacity, pushing himself to the brink of his education. He pushed him self so hard as a child, that when he failed, he had nothing left to accomplish. He was smart, good looking for a child and was polite mannered. But he wasn’t enough for his parents. Nino grew older, hopelessly moping around his education, passing all of his exams with fluidity, to non of his family recognized. He became dark: envious and cruel towards his older siblings, treating them with indifference whenever they should come near him. He was selfish, but he kept it reserved.
On his 13th birthday, Nino was attending his “plus+ Mind” Maths classes, when he was dragged out by the teacher. She stood there before him, sympathy running in her eyes. “Nino, my dear.” She said, matter of factly. Slumping against the wall, in his pubescent mood, Nino eyed her with confusion like a lost, tired and starving puppy. “Your siblings, well, they’re dead. It was a robbery, you see. They were out shopping, and a group showed up, demanding money. They are among 6 dead, my child.” Her eyes pierced Nino with the harmful truth, expecting him to cry, break down, beg her to tell him its a joke. But he didn’t. Nino looked at her, blankly, like a mannequin propped against the wall. “Ah.” He said softly, breaking the silence. She began to inform him, “You can collect your stuff and leave, your grandparents will be here to collect you soon.” And then she stopped, smiled sadly and said, “you have my condolences.”
Nino’s loss of his older siblings seemed to have no effect on him when his teacher was present, however, as she returned to the classroom, Nino’s face collapsed into a smiling fit. His eyes grinned devilishly, his hands clasping the insides of his pocket. He softly giggled, amused with himself. “You gave my condolences.” He quoted, resting his head on the wall, “you.” For once, he was the subject. Him.
The following weeks, his family spent mourning, while Nino himself stared blankly into space. People from his parents business gave him condolences and he thrived off of the attention. He would just have to weep a single tear, and his mother would throw her arms around him in a mess of tears and guilt. The funeral for his siblings was quite plain, with no lavish decoration attached, not like they were in life. Nino sat in amongst the grieving people of his life, pretending to mourn with them. It was not that he hated his siblings, it was just he never loved them. They never were siblings to him, more like goals that kept getting higher and higher: the more he sought after them, the harder they got. But now? Now they were still. Now he could over pass them with ease. A year later, Nino re-entered a normal High school, with the permission of his parents. While he was smart, he told them, he wanted to work hard from the bottom. His parents had softened due to the loss of his siblings, treating Nino gently and kindly, with all the love they could provide. They simply built and built the pedestal of attention he had wished for. Nino, well, was obsessed with this love. In his joining week to high school, he formulated a plan. He created a character: a boy, who had lost his siblings, his whole world turned upside down. However, he kept on going, he kept on pushing the boundaries- he came back to his life stronger than ever, kinder, softer and happier. This character lay before him, a reflection of what he should be; could be. On his first day, Nino smiled, as he stepped into the classroom. He stepped into character, happily taking on the role: “Hello! I am Nino Caro, 14 years old. I’m pleased to Meet you all.” He said softly to his peers from there on. It went up from there: he shifted and tweaked his personality to the person, gaining favors, trust and friendship around the clock. He thrived, and lived for the attention of his classmates; however, set deeply in his mind, there was a small voice saying “this isn’t satisfying, there’s nothing to work towards.”
And then, he found it: Terrasphere. A place where he could be as dark as he wanted, and no one would know it was the much-loved Nino Caro. This thought excited him greatly, giving him the push to sign up.
And he did.
