> Tyler "Nives" Burtoiquise; amab, he/him + they/them; bisexual demiromantic; ~26-7
> scruffy brown hair in a mullet and a clean-shaven beard (it's really short), with dark green eyes and light tan skin. he has a few dark freckles, but they're mostly along his shoulders. faint scars are on his wrist and his collarbone, though they can still be seen.
> Nives' outfit consist of a navy harrington jacket over a checkered velvet-red shirt, dark denim jeans included (though most of the time he can be seen without it, his jacket wrapped around his waist). He also wears black form-fitting gloves, with a silver necklace and red sneakers. Another note, he has two pencil-shaped sticks with sharpened ends on them, both on Nives' right side; these two rod-sticks he can use his telekinesis on to move them around in the air.
> his power is "telekinesis", as most would call it. Nives can move things around with only the touch of his mind, and they have gotten it down to a T. He can wield and weave multiple things around in the air with only a blink of his eye, and can pick up small living creatures like cats and such. And added, they barely gives\ off any visual cues that they're using their power at all! The one drawback is the rather limited amount of living things he can pick up, and added stress makes him lose focus and preemptively stop his power.
Letting out a sigh on the counter, Tyler simply set his head down on the bar, having a half-drinken Manhattan in front of them. It was late into the evening, the male having already got off work and resting in his younger brother's bar. The bar was in a side street off of the main road in the city, and is known as "ACS 1-5". Nobody really knew what the possible acronym ment except for the brother, Liam
"Little Man" Burtoiquise, and he refused to tell anyone.
Hey, at least he served a wide variety of drinks and some appetizers in case the patron was hungry. And most would agree, his drinks and food were off the hook and incredibly tasty.
"Hey, Nives." The all-too familiar voice of his brother called from a few feet away, and Tyler picked his head up to look at the calico that was staring him down. Angular features, docked tail, and a half-ripped off ear; that was Liam, since he could shapeshift into a cat. The calico licked his jaws for a moment before continuing, "Niiiiiiiives~"
"What, Little Man?" Tyler snapped back with a glare, to which Liam arched his cat back in recoil. In an instant the cat lunged for him, in which Nives plucked him from the counter and into the air a few inches high out of reach of the ground with a single thought. At this, Tyler simply smiled at the air-hanging Liam, who tried to struggle for a few moments before accepting that resistance is futile against his brother and just layed limp as he started to speak again, "Other than this predicament, I was wondering why you don't come in here more often. It's nice having you around."
Tyler shook his head at the younger brother's question, "It isn't that easy as just popping in whenever; you know what keeps me occupied. I would like to spend more time with you, yes, but such is reality."
Upn ending his sentence, he set Liam back down onto the counter and took his glass to swish around the cocktail. His job wasn't exactly ideal, but it paid well so he got the most out of it. For a few minutes more, the buzz of the lights and iridescent chatter was most of the noise taking up the bar, along with the occasional shout from the kitchen. And then calico Liam decided to try to put his paw into the Manhattan, and Nives very much made a fuss at Liam about his cat paw ruining their drink.