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Post by nikolai on Nov 12, 2010 1:21:26 GMT -5
Nikolai Aleksander Romanov Character Play-by: Bruno Santos
name: Nikolai Romanov
age: 1,867 - forever 26
gender: Male
orientation: Heterosexual
race: Vampire - Human Blood
birthplace: Venice, Italy
current location: Seattle, Washington
occupation: Assassin
personality: Nikolai’s personality is not a welcoming one. Every fiber of his being is bathed in hatred and disgust for the world’s filth. His eyes are distant, not allowing anyone past them but having the full ability to allure at his will. It’s a useful tactic when plotting someone’s untimely end, and he prides himself in this ability. But, even in his secluded state of mind, he grows lonely and craves a woman’s touch. In his weakest moments, he gives in to these passions…but they usually don’t end well. At least not for the woman...
Unless necessary, he doesn’t talk much to those that he runs into. He’ll exchange an acknowledging nod or glance, but he isn’t one to engage in conversation. Most of his desires and needs can be obtained from his movements alone. Whether it is the attention of a woman, or even the need to intimidate, Nikolai has them down to a second-nature act.
detailed history: From the moment Nikolai took his first breath, his existence was cursed. He was an unwanted child of drunken lust…of filth and disease. His mother was a desperate whore and his father nothing more than a festering death. Screams plagued the nearly fallen apartment they lived in, only followed by tears; tears of his defeated mother, screams from a father who didn’t care, and a hardened gaze of a heartbroken child. No one cared for him. He was left unfed for days at a time…thrown around and condemned. Their words bore venom that stabbed at his heart, twisting and tearing at every possible crevice until his faded hope vanished from sight. This dwelling was Nikolai’s crucified Hell.
Struggling to keep his sanity, Nikolai kept to himself….his eyes always distant, his mind dark and clouded. His hatred remained inside, thrashing at his soul…tearing him apart. On the day he assumed to be his sixteenth birthday, he left without a word. He knew they wouldn’t notice, and he didn’t care if they did. Traveling through the streets of Italy, he found shelter in the shadowed alleyways. He taught himself the necessities to survive, the knowledge of life. It was his only chance in this tortured world.
Years passed with the same routine, committing the unthinkable just to scrape the streets. It wasn’t until he was in his early twenties that a shimmer of light peered through…her name was Claudia. He was drawn to her in a way words could not describe. She was his sanctuary…his hope. In essence, she was the angel to his demon. Her soft fingers remained with his, reeling him from the depths of his hatred…pulling him back. Finally, Nikolai had found peace…he had found happiness…but above all, he had found love.
Their passion burned with a fire that could not be tamed. Even within their gaze, an intense desire remained. Golden locks fell against the silk of the bed as Nikolai claimed her as his…giving hope to a new life. Weeks later, their prayers were answered: he would be a father.
Or so he thought…
Under a silvered moon, Nikolai hovered over his wife…his kisses trailing tenderly down her neck. His hands entangled with hers as he moved and kissed her belly with a smile…feeling his son’s lively kick. He and Claudia were in love, and it showed in every touch, and every grace of a kiss...
From the lingering shadows, a presence drew towards the couple…silent as night. In his wife’s horrified scream, Nikolai was thrown across the room…but not before another had sunk their teeth into his neck. He could feel the venom coursing through his veins, burning hot. His vision was fading, and he couldn't move. The last thing he saw was two sickened creatures forcing themselves on his wife; her screams the last recognizable thing he heard before all went black…
In an hour’s time, Nikolai awoke with blood red eyes…an insatiable thirst clawing at his throat. Confusion clouded his mind, but upon seeing his wife’s mangled body sprawled on the bed…an anger surged through him that he could not control. It was at that moment, Nikolai promised to avenge his wife and son’s death. His travels kept him hidden in shadows…killing at will and murdering every soul that he deemed undeserving. Demon Nikolai had returned; seeking a vengeance that could not be obtained. He was not only the world’s most dangerous predator, but he was now the world’s most lethal assassin.
fears:
- His past
- Change
- Abandonment
strengths:
- His power
- Ability to kill
- Stealth
weaknesses:
- Desire to have power
- His mysterious aura
- Remembering his past
likes:
- Killing
- His life as a vampire
- Being powerful
dislikes:
- Most of his vampire race
- Shifters/Were-animals
- Humans
facial appearance: With a refined five o'clock shadow, Nikolai's features are nothing short of captivating. Years of pain are hidden behind dark eyes making his gaze a woman's guilty pleasure. His naturally perfect hair seems to only add to the appeal.
clothing: Wealthy in every sense of the word, Nikolai is never seen in nothing less than the finest.
build: Defined muscles cascade down every inch of his chest, giving him an alluring advantage with the women.
marks/scars: Nikolai has three distinct claw marks running down his back from where he was attacked by a werewolf.
species appearance: See above.
powers: The ability to replicate one power at a time through physical contact.
your name: AdminnnnLISA
age: 20
how long have you been roleplaying?: Ya know, a couple days?
how did you find us?: I am your creator
codeword:
roleplay sample:
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