Name: Nicolas Gentry<br/>Age: 26<br/>Appearance: Pale skinned, tall at 6', and of medium, muscular build. He has a thick, full beard on his rugged, worn face, just a few shades lighter than his dark brown, shaggy, medium length hair.<br/><br/><br/>Nicolas was sitting in front of the fire in his home in his sweater and jeans, far away from any civilization. He peered through the window at the thick blanket of snow covering the mountains, growing even thicker as the blizzard grew larger and angrier, the audible roar of the wind growing louder. He hadn't seen a storm like this yet this year. He stroked the head of his only companion, a pitch black female husky named Coal, as the dog whimpered and looked up at him with her cold blue eyes. "There, there, girl. It ain't gonna get ya." He hadn't seen anyone in months, and the last conversation he had with a human was about why they needed to leave his presence. He was a hermit, had been ever since leaving his parents after failing his first year of college, and he had every intention of keeping it that way. He saw no real need in anyone<span style="font-weight: bold">out there.</span><br/><br/>"I wonder how much longer we can keep this fire goin' before I gotta grab some more wood." He thought aloud, looking down at his furry friend, "Not looking forward to braving that winter brisk again."<span style="font-style: italic">Ding dong...</span>A sound he hadn't heard in months. He looked curiously at the door. "I wonder who in the hell that could be." ignoring it, thinking they would just leave. The door bell rang again. "Go away, dammit!" he frustratingly called out, mumbling, "I don't need... Or WANT... Anyone else around here..." to himself. The sound continued, over and over again. Growing more frustrated, believing they may not have heard him before, he got up and began walking towards the door, "Didn't you hear me before?" Grabbing the door knob and opening the door, he began to exclaim, " I said go a..." He stood there, looking at the woman before him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A woman...?</span>He thought to himself, noticing the track she had made through the snow, wondering why she had walked all this way through the freezing cold without even wearing a coat. Before he could start asking any questions, he recognized the bundle she was holding tightly to her breast.<span style="font-style: italic">A BABY?!</span>"Quick! Quick! Come inside! Take the baby next to the fire!" he exclaimed, bringing the woman into the house. He was a bit annoyed by this unwanted and unexpected company.<span style="font-style: italic">Jesus Christ. What else can I do... I'm cold, angry, and a loner, but I'm not <span style="font-weight: bold">completely</span> heartless...</span>