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I DREAMED I SAW JOE HILL LAST NIGHT--BIOGRAPHIES
ESSENTIALS
WISE WORDS
"The first principle is that you must not fool yourself--and you are the easiest person to fool."
--Richard Feynman
READINGS
CURRENT WORK
PAST
SIMULATIONS
Some words from Vadim Bobrov (Fallout 4)
"Perhaps you miss out on once in a lifetime opportunity. Vadim can give you warranty as well. "
NICHOLAS CARBONNE
Nicholas was born in late January of 1989 in Las Vegas, Nevada. He all but lived in his father’s famous luxury casino, The Spades, where the high rolling gamblers knew Nicholas better than his teachers did. He could find friends but really struggled to keep any, due to his overly-cunning nature. As soon as a kid, or more often, adults began to really know Nicholas, they’d find themselves incredibly nervous around him. In fact, many people who spent a good deal of time with Nicholas, would “lose track” of many of their belongings, whether that be a physical item or in some of the worst of cases, an idea. In fact, around the time Nicholas was 12, there was a news story going around about a novelist named Lena Marlow who claimed that Yann Martel, the author of the most popular seller of 2001, The Life of Pi, had stolen her first draft of her novel that she was working on, Spirit and Survival, and adapted it into his own. The case was eventually dropped due to there being no evidence to support Lena’s claim.
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However, a week before Lena’s draft had gone missing, Nicholas’ father, who happened to be good friends with Mrs. Marlow, asked her if she would babysit Nicholas for the day. Nicholas would spend his day getting to know and listening to parts of her draft of her upcoming novel. Nicholas knew a good story when he heard one, but more importantly, knew an opportunity to make money when he saw one. Let’s just say that the night Marlow’s draft disappeared, Nicholas “ran into some money” and Yann Martel found his “inspiration.” From there Nicholas spent his days saving any other money that he would “run into” at his father’s casino and learning the tricks of deceit from the different gamblers that he’d meet, until the day he turned 18, when he left home without leaving a word behind to anyone. He would bounce from town to town conning people out of house and home, not just metaphorically, but literally in some cases. Many things would come to be said about Nicholas by different people who crossed paths with him and got involved in a “transaction” with him, but there was one fact that everyone agreed upon. This of course was that the man knew how to make money.
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Nicholas’ travels would eventually lead him to “The Golden State,” California. There he’d engage in his normal pastime of hopping from town to town and person to person, making a quick buck according to the Machiavellian approach that the ends justify the means. You’d think Nicholas was Machiavelli the way he lived his life and obtained what he had. Due to the nature of Nicholas’ “profession,” he had no way of ever holding down stable, honest work. However, his way of life did cause him to cross paths with the Calhoun brothers, who, as many people knew, had less than reputable histories. This was the main reason Nicholas saw eye to eye with them and just in the manner he always had a knack for, Nicholas saw an opportunity to make some cold hard cash. Nicholas would channel his inner salesman and “sell himself” to the brothers as a possible associate who could make numerous beneficial dealings happen for both parties. The Calhoun brothers were convinced and Nicholas was brought on as an “accountant,” but a better term for what he was would be “consigliere.”
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