Born in Reza, Nichola was an odd child. While other kids played with toy swords playing knights and princesses, Nichola Kapici would tinker in his house. While his parents were concerned about this and hoped that he would grow up to be more like his brother, Markus Kapici, Nichola paid them no mind and spent most of his time studying. Now, at the age of 22, he moved to the Vuiller Castle following his brother Markus, and is planning to begin his studies on the histories of the world, finding a teacher can't be that hard....right?
Nichola smiles sheepishly, and moves his right hand to scratch his head, mumbling “Ah, hello, nothing of that sort fortunately, I’m just trying to find a nice book stall here so as to extend my personal collection, would you be able to point me in the right direction?”
After paying close attention to the man describe what sort of stall to look for, Nichola quickly extends his hand for a handshake, clasping his other hand over the mans, shaking vigorously. “Thank you so much! The less time I have to spend in this overcrowded area the better!”. Nichola turns to rush down to the market and immediately trips over his own poor footing. Quickly getting back up and attempting to dust off his clothes one could hear him mumbling “That’s the third time today...”
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