Nicholas was raised in rural Co. Meath in Ireland. He was raised by his father, a well to do stock broker ( Seamus Bell ) and his step-mother, a day care assistant ( Martha Bell ). Nicholas did not connect with his family growing up, given the divorce proceedings that overshadowed much of his early life and felt a great sense of separation from his family, due to this. Given the extra-legal pressure placed upon him as a testifying witness in the divorce proceedings and his father's aloofness to the emotional strain placed upon him at a young age, Nicholas had no great love for his father. His Step-mother was characteristically Shallow, superficial and uncaring, throughout the years she would verbally abuse and emotionally neglect Nicholas too. Nicholas never regained contact with his biological mother, who in his eyes had abandoned him completely, leaving him hurt, betrayed and alone from a young age .Nicholas yearned for freedom as a teenager and throughout these years spent much time outside the family home, engaging in woodworking classes at his local community college and hunting in the nearby forested regions in Meath.
Having had enough of his treatment at the hands of his family, he moved to Germany at the age of 18, where he cleaned tables and lifted pint glasses in pubs and nightclubs in the greater Berlin area. Nicholas' rough upbringing left him overtly emotive, spartan and practical as a person, this did not represent his demons however, as Nicholas was often a terrible drinker and often smoked. His hobbies growing up had included hunting in the Jamestown bog, just a short travel from his family residence in Ireland and woodworking, both of these hobbies he continued into adulthood, selling game he trapped on weekend trips at the Diedersdorfer Heide und Großbeerener Graben national park, often times narrowly being caught by authorities. He wood worked Small decorative figures which he sold at craft markets in Berlin or Online via Etsy. Nicholas lived a hand to mouth existence, eking out a humble life from what money he could bring in hunting, working and grafting. It wasn't until a letter dropped through his letter box 3 years later, informing him of the death of his father and step-mother in a head on collision with a hay baler, that Nicholas returned to Ireland for the funerary rights. Upon his return to Ireland and the reading of his father's will he discovered he had been left a large part of his father's financial portfolio, stocks amounting to €15,000,000.
Nicholas decided to return home to Ireland and decided to use the money given to him for humanitarian causes, a catharsis for the loss he felt at the quality of his personal upbringing and how the life of a person was determined not only by their birth, but where they were born. He had seen terrible states of poverty among the immigrant communities of Germany and how often times, all they lacked was the support to change their lifestyles. He set up his own small NGO (People in Peril) based in Drogheda, just outside Dublin. The next 3/4 years saw him directing much of his attention towards the volatile situation developing in the small Baltic state of Chernarus. Whilst his NGO battled to uphold the rights of individuals on a humanitarian basis, alongside struggling to get violators prosecuted for their actions and offering medical/food relief directives within the region. However troubling news in the nearby country of Turkey in regards to a sinister Flu, meant Nicholas, under pressure from his support workers in the field, pulled his team and himself out of the country whilst the Turkey dealt with the ensuing epidemic.
As the days progressed reports spoke of Chernorussian cases developing, then European cases, swiftly followed by states of emergency in the countries afflicted. Nicholas watched helplessly as those he had fought to protect lost their lives, with him powerless to stop the death toll rising. In time too, cases developed in Ireland and Nicholas took to his family's country manor in isolation, with stockpiles of canned food and Bottled water. As the days grew darker and more grim, with news broadcasts reporting states of emergency in the US and mainland Europe, Nicholas returned to his roots, setting perimeter traps around his manor, hunting at night to supplant his rapidly dwindling supplies of Food. He constructed rain catchers on the grounds of the manor to slake his thirst and watched and waited as the world crumbled.
As Spring 2020 approached, the news having spoke of a cure, next of people recovering. It was April 2020 Nicholas decided to leave his self-imposed exile, himself barely recognizable to any of his surviving workers on their first day of reopening, Nicholas stood in front of them and told them he would be going to join the relief effort present in Chernarus and that he asked no more of his staff, if they wished to leave, they would be given a bonus and dismissed from their positions. No-one answered the call and before long his NGO only had himself left to act on its behalf. With a heavy heart, but knowing what he must do, he gathered what supplies the NGO still had stockpiled and drove west towards Shannon airport. On his drive west he saw many cases of destruction and violence, witnessing houses burning, Kangaroo courts summarily executing rioting civilians etc.
Nicholas boarded his company prop-jet and flew to Takistan, having pre-arranged a wire-transfer bribe with the Takistani military officials imposing the no-fly curfew. He narrowly avoided death upon arriving at the Chernarus/Takistan border as one of the local defense force(s) opened fire on his prop-jet, despite his radio calls informing he was here on behalf of a humanitarian relief mission, leading him to crash land in the remote wilderness east of the Svetlaya river. Upon regaining consciousness, he gathered what he could from the cargo hold before his plane began to smolder and burn. What little supplies that remained intact he hoisted onto his back and set out for the nearest community he could reach. He now wanders the wilderness with ever dwindling supplies helping those who he can.