Post by Nykolae Sovereign on Jun 15, 2015 4:05:02 GMT
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Nykolae Sovereign
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Species: Vampire
Class: Noble/Founder
Age: 584
Birthday: November 10th
Birthplace: Transylvania, Romania
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Current Residence: Hallow Oaks
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears: Nykolae's only fear is living forever, alone. He hated his sister for turning him because this very idea terrified him. Nykolae, though doesn't commit or doesn't have many friends, likes to be around people, to trick himself into believing he's not alone.
Goals: At the moment, his only "goal" is to please the vampire original by relaying information to him about the Lockwood and Duke families but his secondary goal is to help all the supernatural children that he can grow up and be happy without prosecution or hatred.
Physical Ailments: None
Psychological Issues: Nykolae, to put it lightly, is a sexual deviant. Whenever he finds a pretty girl, he literally can't help himself. Probably stems from his upbringing in a literal whore house. He also has a drug like addiction to blood and finds it difficult to control himself around large amounts, especially witch blood.
Personality:
Abilities: His father's family line came from a strong witch family which is the reason his father was sought out to be a noble. However, Nykolae's abilities remained dormant, and still are. However, he possessed the ability to understand and wield any weapon created by man without so much as a blink of an eye. He can shoot perfectly every time, perform dangerous and difficult sword dances and even precisely zero in on a target thousands of miles away and he needs to do is touch it, be it medieval weapon or modern day weapon of war. Such things like tanks or jets are also in his spectrum because they are basically moving weapons.
Ability Weaknesses:
History:
There was no help for her. No one cared to be at the bedside of the village whore. Only her wide eyed five year old daughter was there for her, holding her hand and wiping her brow with a cool cloth. The pain was intense, a pain she never could forget. She hated to burden her small daughter with such a gruesome task but what choice did she have? As soon as the babe's cry filled the small room, Gretchen sat up and took the infant from her daughter, hating to see all the blood on the new dress she had just made for her. But this was the life she had now and there was no time to mourn what she once had. It was clear the babe was a boy and Gretchen smiled, her heavy heart finally rising. Another daughter would have merely meant more darkness and more heartbreak. A son, though, opened doors and gave Gretchen a future. She finished the rest by herself, ordering her daughter to go clean herself up while she cut the umbilical cord, cleaned herself and her son up and finally rested against her bed, cradling the suckling babe against her breast. She smiled down at him, running her hand over his soft brown hair and admiring his fine features. He was going to look just like his father and, she hoped, would be just as strong. "I'll call you, Nykolae..." she whispered, feeling love blossom in her heart. Gretchen had always loved her children but she had resigned herself to getting yet another girl and forever doomed to her fate. "Someday, you will save your sister and mother from this life and when that day comes, I'll be the happiest mother in the world."
Nykolae knew a lot more about the world than most five year olds' did. It was mostly his sister that looked after him, not that he minded. Everything he learned, he learned from her. And the most important rule that he'd learned was to never go in the house when a man showed up at the door. Together, hand in hand, they were to leave the house and stay in the woods until mother called them back. They huddled in the the fort of sticks and reeds they'd made by the river's edge and tell each other scary stories and giggle, hoping to erase the confusion and fear they had for their mother. Nykolae didn't quite understand what was going on but his sister did and he gained the same emotions she did, just by being next to her. If she was feeling anxious, then so did he. If she was scared and trembling, so was he. Today, however, things were different. They're mother ushered them from the house even before anyone showed up at the door and her eyes were wide with fear. She instructed the both of them to hold each other's hand and not to return until she called for them, no matter what they heard.
Nykolae trudged through the woods guided only by his sister's hand. He tripped a few times but didn't cry out as she helped him up and they continued on. They were barely at their fort when the screams started. Screams filled with pain and terror and Nykolae squeezed his eyes shut, putting his free hand up to cover one of his ears. Ahead of him, his sister's hand was sweaty and shaking and only the tears streaming down her serious face indicated how she was really feeling. She was trying to remain strong, for him. After all, she was her brother's keeper.
"Alessa!" Nykolae cried as he, once more, tripped and landed face down in the mud.
Alessandra paused and turned back to her brother, bending down and helping him back up. "Come on< Nyk!" she said, pleadingly. "We need to hurry to the fort!"
Nykolae sniffed, mud streaked on his face and hands, coating his shirt and pants. His little feet were raw and blistered. Alessandra felt a strong motherly protection for her younger brother and bent down, wiping his tears from his eyes. He had no idea why they were running or why their mother was screaming and yet, he was feeling just like she was; terrified. "Remember what mother always tells you? You're going to grow up big and strong and stop the scary men who come to our door. You can't grow up big and strong if you have tears right?"
He sniffed and nodded and Alessandra stood up, taking his hand once more. "Come on, then. Let's go."
But, before they could move, there was movement behind them and Alessandra's face paled, terror clear on her face. She squeezed Nyk's hand and yanked him behind her. Nyk peered out from behind his sister to see one of the nobles from the village standing there, a strange look on his face. But it was his eyes that Nyk noticed, hungry and dark and they were aimed only for Alessandra. He reached for her, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her away from Nyk who cried out and reached for her before falling to his knees. At the same time, the noble brought the toe of his boat straight into Nyk's face, crushing bone as he sent the toddler backwards into the mud. Alessandra screamed as the noble dragged her by her hair back towards the direction of the house. Nyk sat up, blood and tears streaming down his face and it was at that moment, Nyk fully comprehended the feeling of hatred.
Ever since that day, Nykolae went into the woods by himself. Almost everyday, he spent his days in loneliness inside the reed fort by the river. But, along with his loneliness, Nykolae harbored an intense hatred that grew with each passing day. Every night, when he would return, he'd find his sister curled up on her bed mat, knees to her chest as tears streamed down her face. At first, he'd taken to cleaning blood off of her when she wouldn't do it herself but the bleeding had stopped a few weeks in and now he just took to sitting beside her, hoping his presence gave her comfort. They're mother, always covered in cuts and bruises and looking weak and shaken, always offered a smile for her children and always made them dinner without a complaint. It went on for years like this, the same routine everyday. As Nykolae got older, he strayed from the reed fort by the river and down into the village. As a young boy in the village, he had more freedom that say his mother and sister and no one bothered him when he walked the streets. It wasn't until the other village boys found him that things started. They threw rocks at him, ganged up on him and left him bleeding in the dung piles. They called him 'bastard' and 'whore's son', and, as he got older, began to realize just what was happening in the house. It only threw kindling on his already burning fire of hatred. Why was his mother and sister forced to endure such fates and he was simply beaten up for being born?
At fifteen, Nykolae decided to take matters into his own hands. He didn't know who his father was but whoever he had been, he'd gained his good looks and, even with his title of 'bastard' was able to turn the attentions of the village girls. He used it to his advantage. They wanted to spit on him and call him a whore's son? So be it. He'd show them. At first, he hadn't meant to go beyond just one girl. He hadn't chosen her at random. She was to be betrothed to the very boy who had first ganged up on him. She was a pretty little thing with blonde curls and bright blue eyes and she always had a smile on her face. He followed her home one night, chatting her up and enjoying the sight of seeing her eyes blossom with love for him. She was the daughter of the village shepherd and it was easy to drag her into the barn and take her virginity, leaving her crying and bleeding in her father's own barn. It was the next day that the news went around about her unholiness and the betrothal was off. Nykolae never saw her again after that and even enjoyed being beaten when the boy who'd lost her came to find him. But by that time, Nykolae had learned to defend himself and put a good hurting on several of the boys before he was eventually brought down. But the intense beating didn't deter him. He felt powerful and vengeful. The more men appeared at his mother's house and used his sister and mother at their heart's content without so much as a bad word against them from the rest of the village, the more Nykolae charmed virgin girls and broke them.
He only told Alessandra what he was doing and the fifteen year old only smiled and patted his cheek, encouraging him to keep going. If they wanted to keep coming and using whores to their heart's content, Nykolae would take away their virgins.
One night, curled up beside his sister on the sleeping mat, a knock at the door sounded and, immediately, Alessandra and his mother were on their feet. Like clockwork, his mother went to the door and Alessandra ushered Nykolae towards the back door. But, when Alessandra opened the door, they were meant with a tall male figure dressed in all black. Alessandra screamed and stepped in front of her brother, attempting to hide him but the man only moved her aside, going for Nykolae who he grabbed by the front of his shirt and hoisted him up and against the wall, his whisky breath washing over Nykolae's face. "You piece of shit! You ruined my daughters! They're as good as dead now!" From the front door, his mother screamed as she was pushed to the floor, her dress ripped off as two more village men appeared, laughing at his mother's tears. Alessandra sobbed on the floor, unsure of what to do. Save her brother or help her mother. Either way, she was going to be harmed.
The man sneered at Nykolae. "Let's see how you like being taken against your will!"
That had changed everything. Nykolae stopped going into town and, surprisingly, the amount of visitors to their small cottage thinned. There was still the occasional lonely man who had nothing left but his mother but they had always seemed to nice to them. Sometimes, they would even bring the family fresh food or a few coins. They even stopped using Alessandra who, over the last ten years, had had to bury seven children who'd died at birth. It gave the siblings time to reconnect, to bond once more. Alessandra informed him that the men who still came to see their mother and who would occasionally bring them food or coins were actually lovers of their mothers and even had a few children she had borne. It wasn't uncommon for poor men such as them to give a whore a child then take the child. The more hands in a household, the longer one could survive. No one needed to know the child was a bastard, especially when the men had no wives.
It was these almost peaceful years that Nykolae really began to see a change in Alessandra. She became more daring, more adventurous. She wanted to see more of the world, and learn everything she could about the things around her. He escorted her into the village every once in awhile and he was surprised to find she was better and stronger at fighting than he was. Together, they were an unstoppable duo, beating down anyone who threatened them and successfully deterring any others to pick on them.
One day, one of their mother's regulars gave the two teens fishing poles which they eager ran to the river to try out. They went their separate ways down the bank of the river, promising to meet at the reed fort when the sun touched the horizon. It was during this alone time that Nykolae met a man that forever changed his life. He was dressed in regular traveler's garb and carried no weapon except the knife at his belt but he held his arms up in mild surrender to the feisty fifteen year old who snarled at him. He smiled at Nykolae and sat down on a boulder a few feet away. "Now, now, boy. There's no need for that. I am but a weary traveler and I was hoping to share your bounty." he nodded his head to the catch of fish at Nyk's feet.
Nyk looked down at the fish than back at the traveler. For a moment, he hesitated, debating on whether or not to take the fish and just make a run for it but didn't feel anything odd about the man. Deciding against his better judgement, he and the traveler made a fire and roasted their fish. The traveler had many stories to tell and Nykolae found himself laughing at the man's adventures. It wasn't until the fire was burning down and the sun was setting that Nykolae's life changed forever.
"I thank you for the meal, boy, but there I didn't just come here for the conversation and the fish." Nykolae froze, eyes never wavering from the weak flame among the coals. Beside him, the traveler shifted and Nyk felt his breath against his ear. "You and I share the same blood and I wanted to give you a gift, something that will help your mother and sister." He felt his skin crawl. The same blood... Could this man be...?
But his thought process was immediately cut off as he felt the man's lips against his throat and, mind flashing back to the night five years ago, he screamed out in terror and attempted to run away from him but felt a slicing pain into his neck as the man's weight pushed him down against the ground. Terror engulfed Nykolae. He'd heard stories of vampires from travelers but he'd only ever thought of them as stories. He was convinced, as he felt the man's teeth slicing into his neck, that this man was a vampire and not just any vampire, his own father.
He wasn't sure how he escaped, whether the man had let him go or if he'd weaseled his way out from under him but Nykolae found himself sprinting back towards the house, his fishing pole and fish forgotten. Blood streamed down from his neck, making his hand wet and drenching his shirt. Before the house came into sight, he ran into something solid and, laying on his back on the ground, looked up to find his sister staring down at him with concern. "What's the hurry, Nyk?" she asked, holding up a bounty of fish.
Nyk's heart rate slowed and he let himself take a breath as he looked over his shoulder. The man wasn't following him. He pulled his hand away from the wound on his neck and winced. "So stupid." he mumbled to her. "Caught the hook on my neck."
She giggled at him and held her hand out to him to help him to his feet. "Come on, let's show mother what we caught today."
It wasn't until they snuggled down on the mat beside each other, bellies full of fish and the warmth of the fire washing over them, that he realized he hadn't been the first one his father had visited. Alessandra reached out and clamped her hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming as she sank razor sharp fangs into his neck.
As the years waned on, Nykolae was able to make some friends in the village. Now considered a man, he could do as he pleased; take a wife, a home and contribute to society. However, it was the relationship with his sister that kept him from moving out. She had explained to him that his father had come to her first, along the river bank and knew of their family's struggle to survive. He'd offered her a means to dispel all those who threatened their family and they could forever be left alone. Alessandra, who had been through Hell by the man who visited the house, jumped at the offer, never once considering the consequences. Terrified of her blood lust and being discovered that she was a vampire, she had done the only thing she could think of; confided in Nykolae. He supplied her with regular blood as long as she didn't drink from anyone else and as long as she kept her secret a secret. If he moved out now, she would grow hungry and there was no telling who she would attack.
But he'd decided to worry about all of that later. It was may and the next village over was having a May Fest. Together, with his new friends, Nykolae and his friends set out on foot in the morning, hoping to at least the village by mid afternoon. They'd all gotten jobs around the village the last week and had managed to score a few coins that they spent willingly at May fest. His friends spent them on drink and gambling while Nykolae tried his arm at the archery competition. Much to his own surprise, along with the other villagers, he shot an arrow in the center of the target each time. He'd never touched a bow and arrow in his life.
After divulging in the local girls the rest of the night and spending most of his prize money, the friends staggered back onto the road under the light of the moon to head back to their village. Drunk and cheery, they sang songs and laughed into the night, not a care in the world. But, living on the outskirts of town and becoming one with the forest, Nykolae was naturally in-tune with nature around him and, when the sounds of the night gave way to silence, Nykolae stopped, his senses suddenly on alert. His friends continued on in front of him, leaning on one another for balance. It happened so fast, Nykolae wouldn't have known what it was unless he was already introduced to it. There was movement in front of him and he turned his head just in time to see something drag one friend into the trees, his shrill screams of terror sounding haunting as they disappeared into the darkness. His other two friends frozen in terror, stared after their friend. When his screams were suddenly cut short, Nykolae knew they were in trouble. That wasn't a wolf or a bear.
"Move!" he cried to his other friends. "Run!" They didn't ask questions. They took off down the road, their own terror canceling out their drunkenness. Nykolae tried to keep up with them but their fear gave them incredible speed and he had was forced to watch, in horror, as his friends, one by one, were plucked off the road and dragged into the trees to be devoured. When the last boy's screams died down, Nykolae stopped in the middle of the road, his heart pounding as his eyes searched into the darkness for the monster of the night. The trees blew in the breeze around him and he felt the darkness grow in tighter around him. So this was how he was going to die. He'd endured such pain and terror his who life just to survive and now it was all for nothing. He felt a presence behind him and he turned, yelling out at the closeness of the vampire. He hadn't even heard them approaching. It wasn't until the clouds moved away from the moon and revealed who was standing in front of him that he realized what was going on.
"How could you?!" She asked, reaching out and caressing his cheek, bloody tears dripping down her cheeks. This wasn't the sister he remembered. "They threw rocks at you, beat you up and hated you and yet, you make friends with them? What about me? Do you know the things they did to me?" At that moment, her red eyes turned dark and he saw a flash of fangs as she opened her mouth, her hand moving from his cheek to clasp his throat. "You were offered this gift to take revenge on those that hurt us and yet, you denied it! I had always wondered why and here, I get my answer! You've become one of them! Next, you'll be crawling into mother's bed along with the rest of them! I'll make you what you were supposed to be! I'll make them fear you and I'll give you the means to make them pay! You were always meant to save us, Nyk. You can thank me later." She bent reached up to her own hand, sliced open her palm with her fang and clamped it over his mouth and nose. Unable to breath, Nykolae's mouth opened and he felt her blood surge against his tongue and burn like acid down his throat. This time, when she bit into his neck, he felt his body grow numb and he felt a warm tingling sensation through out his body. Alessandra made a noise of pleasure as she pushed him onto the ground, her one free hand tangling into his hair. Whether it was from lack of oxygen or the draining of his blood from his body, Nykolae felt himself growing weaker, his vision turning black. Last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Alessandra's bloody lips against his own and her whispered words, "I"ll always love you, Nykolae..."
Nykolae never forgave Alessandra for what she had done to him. As soon as he was able, he left her, traversing the entire world just to keep her away from him. He was a monster and what was worse, he was a monster who wasn't able to be satisfied. No matter how much blood he drank, it was never enough. He left a trail of dead bodies in his wake; male, female and even children. Out of control and burning with hunger and hatred, he found himself in the arms of a group of female vampires who used him at their heart's content. With his feelings and senses heightened as a vampire, Nykolae found himself unable to control his wild urges around women and succumbed to whatever the female vampires wanted from him. They used him to bait other women so they could be turned and even went as far as to use him themselves. It was a cult derived around sex and blood and Nykolae was an addict. He spent years in their bondage before he was rescued by none other than his own father. Wild and savage and an addict, Nykolae went through several years of reconditioning before he was able to stand in public and not lose his mind. He learned a lot from his father, including his name, Oliver, until his father's death during the Holy Wars. That was all it took to send Nykolae over the edge once more. He fell back into his old ways but without someone directing him, he went on a mindless rampage through Europe, always trying to keep away from Alessandra.
During his time in Europe, Nykolae was quickly put in his place by none other than the Vampire Original. After days of being locked in an iron cellar, unable to escape or eat, Nykolae went through a painful detox and quickly came to find his humanity once more and calmed down. The Original told Nykolae that, soon after he'd become a vampire, he'd scoured the world searching for others who had incredible magical ability. He turned these individuals and made them nobles, under his rule. These nobles had exceptional blood and power and were used as the "supervisors" of his vampire kingdom. He told Nykolae of the turning of his last Noble, the youngest among his court and how said noble was killed before he could "come into power". He also told Nykolae that this Noble went by the name of Oliver and just so happened to have a son who'd been nearly turned.
When Nykolae was sane enough, the Original let him go but not without swearing an oath of fealty and taking of the Original's blood, making Nykolae the last Noble of the Original's court, in his own father's place. The Original told him he'd seek him out when he needed him and it wasn't until the early 1800's that Nykolae found himself in America. The Original had opened his eyes and, though he was still a sex and blood addict, he was able to control when he divulged. A near death experience and starvation had changed his motivation. He stayed in Chicago awhile, drowning himself in alcohol during the 1920's prohibition and even taking part in the St. Valentine's Day Massacre in 1929. Nykolae doesn't really know what to do with his life. Constantly waiting for whatever the Original wanted for him, made him go stir crazy. He had never been religious, considering the household he'd grown up in but he had fully expected to die at an old age. And here he was, over five hundred years later, unsure what was in his future. It wasn't until he was in New York City in 2001 when he came across his meaning in life. A race known as Ghouls, where being heavily destroyed because of what they were and, because of their uncontrollable blood lust when not fed on a certain date, they were dangerous. Nykolae found himself with an orphan Ghoul who literally had his parents killed in front of him. He took the boy in and protected him, helping him get food when he needed it and keeping him alive. The two worked in perfect tandem. Nykolae only needed the blood and, Calloway as the boy called himself, only needed the rest. Where ever Nykolae couldn't go, Calloway could and vice versa. Together, they made plans to start an orphanage for supernatural children who had no idea where to go or needed help with control. It was around this time that the Original contacted Nykolae, giving him his first assignment; to keep an eye on the Witch Families in Hallow Oaks. Feeling the need to pay the Original back for all the effort he'd put into him, Nykolae went without a fuss, taking his orphanage with him. But what the town doesn't know is that aside from protection from the outside world, Nykolae is spying on the town's founders, keeping the Vampire Original in the know and if Nykolae values his life, he'll keep it that way.
Parents: Oliver Hannibal & Gretchen Sovereign
Siblings: Alessandra Sovereign, sister
Spouses: None
Children: None
Other: Calloway Hastings, adopted
Where did you find us?: Ishy
Timezone: Eastern
Alias: Leto
Playby: Zac Efron
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Species: Vampire
Class: Noble/Founder
Age: 584
Birthday: November 10th
Birthplace: Transylvania, Romania
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Current Residence: Hallow Oaks
Likes:
- SEX: What guy doesn't? However, Nykolae craves it like an addict would to their addiction. He even goes as far as to seek it out. A part of him died when he'd been turned into a vampire and it took with it his sense of right and wrong. He spent the better part of his fledgling years stuck in a cult devoted to blood and sex and grew bloated on both before he was ripped away from it for a power detox by his own father.
- CALLOWAY: Nykolae always had a soft spot for the orphan Ghoul he took in. Since he'll never have children thanks to his sister, he likes to think of Calloway as his son since he raised him since a toddler.
- HIS FAMILIA: It's the only thing that keeps him from going off the deep end again; having someone rely on him and someone he can care for. They are more a family to him than his time spent with his real family all those years ago.
Dislikes:
- HIS SISTER: She was his whole world when he'd been growing up and then she turned around and stabbed him in the back. She had known he didn't want to be a vampire and yet, her desire and love for him forced her to change him to become a vampire so she could spend eternity with him. Aside from her incestuous love for him, Nykolae finds the new Alessandra to be too much to handle and has taken to keeping away from her. Being turned into a vampire had twisted her mind and her experiences as a human forced her to hate men and can become violent and merciless when unable to handle a situation. He'll never forgive her for what she did to him.
- ANYONE WHO THREATENS HIS FAMILYDuring his human years, Nykolae had to watch as his mother and sister- and once, himself- were abused time and time again. The strong desire to protect those who mean the world to him makes him become someone you don't want to piss off. He can become ruthless by simply shutting off his humanity.
- THE VAMPIRE ORIGINAL: During his dark days after his father died, Nykolae was wild and reckless with no real purpose in life. Until he was found by the vampire original. Sent through a powerful detox for the second time in his life, Nykolae came to be in debt to the vampire and found himself holding the title of vampire Noble after swearing a vow of loyalty and taking his blood. Now he answers to the vampire original whether he likes it or not and, let's face it, he hates it.
Strengths:
- CUNNING: Nykolae has the uncanny ability to see three steps ahead of you in anything you're doing. He always has a plan for everything and keeps enough secrets to rival a girl's diary. He's also extremely two-faced and devious. If he's talking to you, there's no doubt an ulterior motive in mind.
- MAKING ALLIES: Whether he truly means it or not, Nykolae is able to make anyone like him and join any cause he's behind with just a few minutes of sweet talking. You might not even realize it yourself, until it's said and done. In a way, this strength of his can be dangerous, especially if he's swaying your thoughts towards something destructive.
- NOBILITY: Because of his vow of loyalty to the Vampire Original, he forever has the backing of a very powerful vampire force if he ever needs it. Not to mention, he has the blood of the vampire original in his system, giving him a little more power and strength than other vampires.
Weaknesses:
- COMMITMENT: Nykolae refuses to commit to anyone. There's too much history behind his love life that he literally can't get himself in a true relationship. Who knows how many perfect relationships he could have had just by throwing them away without a thought.
- THE KIDS IN HIS ORPHANAGE: Having been left alone his whole life and forced to fend for himself, Nykolae hates the very idea of others experiencing the same as him; especially supernatural children who are never accepted. The kids in his orphanage are his whole life and if something were to happen to them, would
- BLOOD: He never actually gained a semblance of control. He went through two very powerful detox but it was only to get him down off his high, not treat him self control. He's normally okay for small cuts or nose bleeds but serious injuries with a massive blood loss will send him over the edge. He tries to combat this desire by keeping himself full at all times but pretending to be in control and actually being in control are two completely different things.
Fears: Nykolae's only fear is living forever, alone. He hated his sister for turning him because this very idea terrified him. Nykolae, though doesn't commit or doesn't have many friends, likes to be around people, to trick himself into believing he's not alone.
Goals: At the moment, his only "goal" is to please the vampire original by relaying information to him about the Lockwood and Duke families but his secondary goal is to help all the supernatural children that he can grow up and be happy without prosecution or hatred.
Physical Ailments: None
Psychological Issues: Nykolae, to put it lightly, is a sexual deviant. Whenever he finds a pretty girl, he literally can't help himself. Probably stems from his upbringing in a literal whore house. He also has a drug like addiction to blood and finds it difficult to control himself around large amounts, especially witch blood.
Personality:
- Manipulative
- Cunning
- Charming
- Careless
- Closed off
- selfish
Abilities: His father's family line came from a strong witch family which is the reason his father was sought out to be a noble. However, Nykolae's abilities remained dormant, and still are. However, he possessed the ability to understand and wield any weapon created by man without so much as a blink of an eye. He can shoot perfectly every time, perform dangerous and difficult sword dances and even precisely zero in on a target thousands of miles away and he needs to do is touch it, be it medieval weapon or modern day weapon of war. Such things like tanks or jets are also in his spectrum because they are basically moving weapons.
Ability Weaknesses:
History:
BIRTH
There was no help for her. No one cared to be at the bedside of the village whore. Only her wide eyed five year old daughter was there for her, holding her hand and wiping her brow with a cool cloth. The pain was intense, a pain she never could forget. She hated to burden her small daughter with such a gruesome task but what choice did she have? As soon as the babe's cry filled the small room, Gretchen sat up and took the infant from her daughter, hating to see all the blood on the new dress she had just made for her. But this was the life she had now and there was no time to mourn what she once had. It was clear the babe was a boy and Gretchen smiled, her heavy heart finally rising. Another daughter would have merely meant more darkness and more heartbreak. A son, though, opened doors and gave Gretchen a future. She finished the rest by herself, ordering her daughter to go clean herself up while she cut the umbilical cord, cleaned herself and her son up and finally rested against her bed, cradling the suckling babe against her breast. She smiled down at him, running her hand over his soft brown hair and admiring his fine features. He was going to look just like his father and, she hoped, would be just as strong. "I'll call you, Nykolae..." she whispered, feeling love blossom in her heart. Gretchen had always loved her children but she had resigned herself to getting yet another girl and forever doomed to her fate. "Someday, you will save your sister and mother from this life and when that day comes, I'll be the happiest mother in the world."
FIVE YEARS OLD
Nykolae knew a lot more about the world than most five year olds' did. It was mostly his sister that looked after him, not that he minded. Everything he learned, he learned from her. And the most important rule that he'd learned was to never go in the house when a man showed up at the door. Together, hand in hand, they were to leave the house and stay in the woods until mother called them back. They huddled in the the fort of sticks and reeds they'd made by the river's edge and tell each other scary stories and giggle, hoping to erase the confusion and fear they had for their mother. Nykolae didn't quite understand what was going on but his sister did and he gained the same emotions she did, just by being next to her. If she was feeling anxious, then so did he. If she was scared and trembling, so was he. Today, however, things were different. They're mother ushered them from the house even before anyone showed up at the door and her eyes were wide with fear. She instructed the both of them to hold each other's hand and not to return until she called for them, no matter what they heard.
Nykolae trudged through the woods guided only by his sister's hand. He tripped a few times but didn't cry out as she helped him up and they continued on. They were barely at their fort when the screams started. Screams filled with pain and terror and Nykolae squeezed his eyes shut, putting his free hand up to cover one of his ears. Ahead of him, his sister's hand was sweaty and shaking and only the tears streaming down her serious face indicated how she was really feeling. She was trying to remain strong, for him. After all, she was her brother's keeper.
"Alessa!" Nykolae cried as he, once more, tripped and landed face down in the mud.
Alessandra paused and turned back to her brother, bending down and helping him back up. "Come on< Nyk!" she said, pleadingly. "We need to hurry to the fort!"
Nykolae sniffed, mud streaked on his face and hands, coating his shirt and pants. His little feet were raw and blistered. Alessandra felt a strong motherly protection for her younger brother and bent down, wiping his tears from his eyes. He had no idea why they were running or why their mother was screaming and yet, he was feeling just like she was; terrified. "Remember what mother always tells you? You're going to grow up big and strong and stop the scary men who come to our door. You can't grow up big and strong if you have tears right?"
He sniffed and nodded and Alessandra stood up, taking his hand once more. "Come on, then. Let's go."
But, before they could move, there was movement behind them and Alessandra's face paled, terror clear on her face. She squeezed Nyk's hand and yanked him behind her. Nyk peered out from behind his sister to see one of the nobles from the village standing there, a strange look on his face. But it was his eyes that Nyk noticed, hungry and dark and they were aimed only for Alessandra. He reached for her, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her away from Nyk who cried out and reached for her before falling to his knees. At the same time, the noble brought the toe of his boat straight into Nyk's face, crushing bone as he sent the toddler backwards into the mud. Alessandra screamed as the noble dragged her by her hair back towards the direction of the house. Nyk sat up, blood and tears streaming down his face and it was at that moment, Nyk fully comprehended the feeling of hatred.
TEN YEARS OLD
Ever since that day, Nykolae went into the woods by himself. Almost everyday, he spent his days in loneliness inside the reed fort by the river. But, along with his loneliness, Nykolae harbored an intense hatred that grew with each passing day. Every night, when he would return, he'd find his sister curled up on her bed mat, knees to her chest as tears streamed down her face. At first, he'd taken to cleaning blood off of her when she wouldn't do it herself but the bleeding had stopped a few weeks in and now he just took to sitting beside her, hoping his presence gave her comfort. They're mother, always covered in cuts and bruises and looking weak and shaken, always offered a smile for her children and always made them dinner without a complaint. It went on for years like this, the same routine everyday. As Nykolae got older, he strayed from the reed fort by the river and down into the village. As a young boy in the village, he had more freedom that say his mother and sister and no one bothered him when he walked the streets. It wasn't until the other village boys found him that things started. They threw rocks at him, ganged up on him and left him bleeding in the dung piles. They called him 'bastard' and 'whore's son', and, as he got older, began to realize just what was happening in the house. It only threw kindling on his already burning fire of hatred. Why was his mother and sister forced to endure such fates and he was simply beaten up for being born?
At fifteen, Nykolae decided to take matters into his own hands. He didn't know who his father was but whoever he had been, he'd gained his good looks and, even with his title of 'bastard' was able to turn the attentions of the village girls. He used it to his advantage. They wanted to spit on him and call him a whore's son? So be it. He'd show them. At first, he hadn't meant to go beyond just one girl. He hadn't chosen her at random. She was to be betrothed to the very boy who had first ganged up on him. She was a pretty little thing with blonde curls and bright blue eyes and she always had a smile on her face. He followed her home one night, chatting her up and enjoying the sight of seeing her eyes blossom with love for him. She was the daughter of the village shepherd and it was easy to drag her into the barn and take her virginity, leaving her crying and bleeding in her father's own barn. It was the next day that the news went around about her unholiness and the betrothal was off. Nykolae never saw her again after that and even enjoyed being beaten when the boy who'd lost her came to find him. But by that time, Nykolae had learned to defend himself and put a good hurting on several of the boys before he was eventually brought down. But the intense beating didn't deter him. He felt powerful and vengeful. The more men appeared at his mother's house and used his sister and mother at their heart's content without so much as a bad word against them from the rest of the village, the more Nykolae charmed virgin girls and broke them.
He only told Alessandra what he was doing and the fifteen year old only smiled and patted his cheek, encouraging him to keep going. If they wanted to keep coming and using whores to their heart's content, Nykolae would take away their virgins.
One night, curled up beside his sister on the sleeping mat, a knock at the door sounded and, immediately, Alessandra and his mother were on their feet. Like clockwork, his mother went to the door and Alessandra ushered Nykolae towards the back door. But, when Alessandra opened the door, they were meant with a tall male figure dressed in all black. Alessandra screamed and stepped in front of her brother, attempting to hide him but the man only moved her aside, going for Nykolae who he grabbed by the front of his shirt and hoisted him up and against the wall, his whisky breath washing over Nykolae's face. "You piece of shit! You ruined my daughters! They're as good as dead now!" From the front door, his mother screamed as she was pushed to the floor, her dress ripped off as two more village men appeared, laughing at his mother's tears. Alessandra sobbed on the floor, unsure of what to do. Save her brother or help her mother. Either way, she was going to be harmed.
The man sneered at Nykolae. "Let's see how you like being taken against your will!"
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
That had changed everything. Nykolae stopped going into town and, surprisingly, the amount of visitors to their small cottage thinned. There was still the occasional lonely man who had nothing left but his mother but they had always seemed to nice to them. Sometimes, they would even bring the family fresh food or a few coins. They even stopped using Alessandra who, over the last ten years, had had to bury seven children who'd died at birth. It gave the siblings time to reconnect, to bond once more. Alessandra informed him that the men who still came to see their mother and who would occasionally bring them food or coins were actually lovers of their mothers and even had a few children she had borne. It wasn't uncommon for poor men such as them to give a whore a child then take the child. The more hands in a household, the longer one could survive. No one needed to know the child was a bastard, especially when the men had no wives.
It was these almost peaceful years that Nykolae really began to see a change in Alessandra. She became more daring, more adventurous. She wanted to see more of the world, and learn everything she could about the things around her. He escorted her into the village every once in awhile and he was surprised to find she was better and stronger at fighting than he was. Together, they were an unstoppable duo, beating down anyone who threatened them and successfully deterring any others to pick on them.
One day, one of their mother's regulars gave the two teens fishing poles which they eager ran to the river to try out. They went their separate ways down the bank of the river, promising to meet at the reed fort when the sun touched the horizon. It was during this alone time that Nykolae met a man that forever changed his life. He was dressed in regular traveler's garb and carried no weapon except the knife at his belt but he held his arms up in mild surrender to the feisty fifteen year old who snarled at him. He smiled at Nykolae and sat down on a boulder a few feet away. "Now, now, boy. There's no need for that. I am but a weary traveler and I was hoping to share your bounty." he nodded his head to the catch of fish at Nyk's feet.
Nyk looked down at the fish than back at the traveler. For a moment, he hesitated, debating on whether or not to take the fish and just make a run for it but didn't feel anything odd about the man. Deciding against his better judgement, he and the traveler made a fire and roasted their fish. The traveler had many stories to tell and Nykolae found himself laughing at the man's adventures. It wasn't until the fire was burning down and the sun was setting that Nykolae's life changed forever.
"I thank you for the meal, boy, but there I didn't just come here for the conversation and the fish." Nykolae froze, eyes never wavering from the weak flame among the coals. Beside him, the traveler shifted and Nyk felt his breath against his ear. "You and I share the same blood and I wanted to give you a gift, something that will help your mother and sister." He felt his skin crawl. The same blood... Could this man be...?
But his thought process was immediately cut off as he felt the man's lips against his throat and, mind flashing back to the night five years ago, he screamed out in terror and attempted to run away from him but felt a slicing pain into his neck as the man's weight pushed him down against the ground. Terror engulfed Nykolae. He'd heard stories of vampires from travelers but he'd only ever thought of them as stories. He was convinced, as he felt the man's teeth slicing into his neck, that this man was a vampire and not just any vampire, his own father.
He wasn't sure how he escaped, whether the man had let him go or if he'd weaseled his way out from under him but Nykolae found himself sprinting back towards the house, his fishing pole and fish forgotten. Blood streamed down from his neck, making his hand wet and drenching his shirt. Before the house came into sight, he ran into something solid and, laying on his back on the ground, looked up to find his sister staring down at him with concern. "What's the hurry, Nyk?" she asked, holding up a bounty of fish.
Nyk's heart rate slowed and he let himself take a breath as he looked over his shoulder. The man wasn't following him. He pulled his hand away from the wound on his neck and winced. "So stupid." he mumbled to her. "Caught the hook on my neck."
She giggled at him and held her hand out to him to help him to his feet. "Come on, let's show mother what we caught today."
It wasn't until they snuggled down on the mat beside each other, bellies full of fish and the warmth of the fire washing over them, that he realized he hadn't been the first one his father had visited. Alessandra reached out and clamped her hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming as she sank razor sharp fangs into his neck.
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD
As the years waned on, Nykolae was able to make some friends in the village. Now considered a man, he could do as he pleased; take a wife, a home and contribute to society. However, it was the relationship with his sister that kept him from moving out. She had explained to him that his father had come to her first, along the river bank and knew of their family's struggle to survive. He'd offered her a means to dispel all those who threatened their family and they could forever be left alone. Alessandra, who had been through Hell by the man who visited the house, jumped at the offer, never once considering the consequences. Terrified of her blood lust and being discovered that she was a vampire, she had done the only thing she could think of; confided in Nykolae. He supplied her with regular blood as long as she didn't drink from anyone else and as long as she kept her secret a secret. If he moved out now, she would grow hungry and there was no telling who she would attack.
But he'd decided to worry about all of that later. It was may and the next village over was having a May Fest. Together, with his new friends, Nykolae and his friends set out on foot in the morning, hoping to at least the village by mid afternoon. They'd all gotten jobs around the village the last week and had managed to score a few coins that they spent willingly at May fest. His friends spent them on drink and gambling while Nykolae tried his arm at the archery competition. Much to his own surprise, along with the other villagers, he shot an arrow in the center of the target each time. He'd never touched a bow and arrow in his life.
After divulging in the local girls the rest of the night and spending most of his prize money, the friends staggered back onto the road under the light of the moon to head back to their village. Drunk and cheery, they sang songs and laughed into the night, not a care in the world. But, living on the outskirts of town and becoming one with the forest, Nykolae was naturally in-tune with nature around him and, when the sounds of the night gave way to silence, Nykolae stopped, his senses suddenly on alert. His friends continued on in front of him, leaning on one another for balance. It happened so fast, Nykolae wouldn't have known what it was unless he was already introduced to it. There was movement in front of him and he turned his head just in time to see something drag one friend into the trees, his shrill screams of terror sounding haunting as they disappeared into the darkness. His other two friends frozen in terror, stared after their friend. When his screams were suddenly cut short, Nykolae knew they were in trouble. That wasn't a wolf or a bear.
"Move!" he cried to his other friends. "Run!" They didn't ask questions. They took off down the road, their own terror canceling out their drunkenness. Nykolae tried to keep up with them but their fear gave them incredible speed and he had was forced to watch, in horror, as his friends, one by one, were plucked off the road and dragged into the trees to be devoured. When the last boy's screams died down, Nykolae stopped in the middle of the road, his heart pounding as his eyes searched into the darkness for the monster of the night. The trees blew in the breeze around him and he felt the darkness grow in tighter around him. So this was how he was going to die. He'd endured such pain and terror his who life just to survive and now it was all for nothing. He felt a presence behind him and he turned, yelling out at the closeness of the vampire. He hadn't even heard them approaching. It wasn't until the clouds moved away from the moon and revealed who was standing in front of him that he realized what was going on.
"How could you?!" She asked, reaching out and caressing his cheek, bloody tears dripping down her cheeks. This wasn't the sister he remembered. "They threw rocks at you, beat you up and hated you and yet, you make friends with them? What about me? Do you know the things they did to me?" At that moment, her red eyes turned dark and he saw a flash of fangs as she opened her mouth, her hand moving from his cheek to clasp his throat. "You were offered this gift to take revenge on those that hurt us and yet, you denied it! I had always wondered why and here, I get my answer! You've become one of them! Next, you'll be crawling into mother's bed along with the rest of them! I'll make you what you were supposed to be! I'll make them fear you and I'll give you the means to make them pay! You were always meant to save us, Nyk. You can thank me later." She bent reached up to her own hand, sliced open her palm with her fang and clamped it over his mouth and nose. Unable to breath, Nykolae's mouth opened and he felt her blood surge against his tongue and burn like acid down his throat. This time, when she bit into his neck, he felt his body grow numb and he felt a warm tingling sensation through out his body. Alessandra made a noise of pleasure as she pushed him onto the ground, her one free hand tangling into his hair. Whether it was from lack of oxygen or the draining of his blood from his body, Nykolae felt himself growing weaker, his vision turning black. Last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Alessandra's bloody lips against his own and her whispered words, "I"ll always love you, Nykolae..."
VAMPIRE YEARS
Nykolae never forgave Alessandra for what she had done to him. As soon as he was able, he left her, traversing the entire world just to keep her away from him. He was a monster and what was worse, he was a monster who wasn't able to be satisfied. No matter how much blood he drank, it was never enough. He left a trail of dead bodies in his wake; male, female and even children. Out of control and burning with hunger and hatred, he found himself in the arms of a group of female vampires who used him at their heart's content. With his feelings and senses heightened as a vampire, Nykolae found himself unable to control his wild urges around women and succumbed to whatever the female vampires wanted from him. They used him to bait other women so they could be turned and even went as far as to use him themselves. It was a cult derived around sex and blood and Nykolae was an addict. He spent years in their bondage before he was rescued by none other than his own father. Wild and savage and an addict, Nykolae went through several years of reconditioning before he was able to stand in public and not lose his mind. He learned a lot from his father, including his name, Oliver, until his father's death during the Holy Wars. That was all it took to send Nykolae over the edge once more. He fell back into his old ways but without someone directing him, he went on a mindless rampage through Europe, always trying to keep away from Alessandra.
During his time in Europe, Nykolae was quickly put in his place by none other than the Vampire Original. After days of being locked in an iron cellar, unable to escape or eat, Nykolae went through a painful detox and quickly came to find his humanity once more and calmed down. The Original told Nykolae that, soon after he'd become a vampire, he'd scoured the world searching for others who had incredible magical ability. He turned these individuals and made them nobles, under his rule. These nobles had exceptional blood and power and were used as the "supervisors" of his vampire kingdom. He told Nykolae of the turning of his last Noble, the youngest among his court and how said noble was killed before he could "come into power". He also told Nykolae that this Noble went by the name of Oliver and just so happened to have a son who'd been nearly turned.
When Nykolae was sane enough, the Original let him go but not without swearing an oath of fealty and taking of the Original's blood, making Nykolae the last Noble of the Original's court, in his own father's place. The Original told him he'd seek him out when he needed him and it wasn't until the early 1800's that Nykolae found himself in America. The Original had opened his eyes and, though he was still a sex and blood addict, he was able to control when he divulged. A near death experience and starvation had changed his motivation. He stayed in Chicago awhile, drowning himself in alcohol during the 1920's prohibition and even taking part in the St. Valentine's Day Massacre in 1929. Nykolae doesn't really know what to do with his life. Constantly waiting for whatever the Original wanted for him, made him go stir crazy. He had never been religious, considering the household he'd grown up in but he had fully expected to die at an old age. And here he was, over five hundred years later, unsure what was in his future. It wasn't until he was in New York City in 2001 when he came across his meaning in life. A race known as Ghouls, where being heavily destroyed because of what they were and, because of their uncontrollable blood lust when not fed on a certain date, they were dangerous. Nykolae found himself with an orphan Ghoul who literally had his parents killed in front of him. He took the boy in and protected him, helping him get food when he needed it and keeping him alive. The two worked in perfect tandem. Nykolae only needed the blood and, Calloway as the boy called himself, only needed the rest. Where ever Nykolae couldn't go, Calloway could and vice versa. Together, they made plans to start an orphanage for supernatural children who had no idea where to go or needed help with control. It was around this time that the Original contacted Nykolae, giving him his first assignment; to keep an eye on the Witch Families in Hallow Oaks. Feeling the need to pay the Original back for all the effort he'd put into him, Nykolae went without a fuss, taking his orphanage with him. But what the town doesn't know is that aside from protection from the outside world, Nykolae is spying on the town's founders, keeping the Vampire Original in the know and if Nykolae values his life, he'll keep it that way.
Parents: Oliver Hannibal & Gretchen Sovereign
Siblings: Alessandra Sovereign, sister
Spouses: None
Children: None
Other: Calloway Hastings, adopted
Where did you find us?: Ishy
Timezone: Eastern
Alias: Leto
Playby: Zac Efron
