Name: Nikolai Niakaros the First (often dubbed Greek Man in the rp)
Age: 17-20 (Depending on other RPers)
Appearance: Nikolai stands at about 6'2, making him quite easy to spot in a crowd of people. First and foremost, he has olive-toned skin that makes him darker then most of Europe's original inhabitants since he spends the majority of his day at the pool or outside in the backyard soaking up some sun. His eyes appear to be green on first sight, but at a closer look, they're actually blue. He himself is still debating on what colour they are, but he doesn't really care what pigment they are as long as they're able to see. His body is lean and lanky, and is very resilient against weather and the elements. His hair is the only thing that constantly changes about him, due to the fact that is is wavy with tight curls at the ends. He frequently gets his hair highlighted and gets apprentice training from a few of the city's most revered stylists. His face is gentile and placid a majority of the time, and by majority, I mean 45% of the day. The rest of the time, his face remains blank of all emotions, which is when he is locked in a philosophical state. He usually has a very light array of facial hair along his chin and upper lip which he periodically shaves off due to what he believes is "irritation".
Job: Nikolai works at two different jobs. His first is a lifeguard at a pool, which he collects low wages from but also gets alot of swim practice and tanning done. His second is a much more mysterious, hidden field that is often seen as something a psychotic child would chase. It involves "displacing or removing" creatures of the supernatural sort. Although he doesn't brag or take pride in his job, it is a role in society that he believes must be filled.
"They hop from the shadows and attack innocent bystanders... They conceal themselves in darkness, always watching, always waiting for the time to strike. They don't know that there's a much HIGHER power than them."
He is able to keep up his talents despite his age. His expertise fluctuates with his age in different roleplays, so be expecting a weaker fight if he's 17 or be prepared for a more well-trained warrior when heis 20. If he plays as a 9 year old, just kick him in the shin and take his lunch money...not much to it.
Clothing style: Nikolai uses the ordinary dress code at school...barely. It is faded and altered in all sorts of ways; Frayed edges, lightened color, holes torn in his pants and the collar loose and light. His shirt is made of linen while his pants are kept thin, allowing heat to be discharged from his body with ease. His off-school clothing is even more typical. Lots of white, mostly linen and shirts from Aeropostale or American Eagle. His pants, of course, remain in the jeans department, which he marginally alters on his own time. He always wears an amrband that echoes the colors of the Greek flag...blue and white. The rest of the time, he usually wears a golden Crucifix 'round his neck.
Personality: Nikolai is a "Too cool for school" kind of person, considering how most of his classes are electives, save History and Calculus. He often looks upon himself as an overly-pious individual, giving him a somewhat religious aura. Did I mention he's religious? He's a Greek Orthodox Christian! He sometimes speaks in Greek, so every other character cannot understand him at times unless they were his relative. He is a powerful and poetic speaker. What he lacks in supernatural powers, he makes up for in his strength of voice and speech. He holds deep feelings for his lover and means to keep all suitors out of their love life, which makes him somewhat hostile with other make characters that grow over-inquisitive with the girl. He normally keeps to himself, always communicating with other members of his family, allowing information to reach him quickly and effectively. As for his soul, Nikolai is very calm in daily communication. He refrains from swearing and acts out of wisdom and his love for his God, country, and family. Nikolai is one who is hard to make angry or distraught directly, so if you wanted to piss him off, kill a family member...but by then, he would already be upon you. He is normally a very bright individual, kind and caring to his allies, while remaining cold and calculating towards his enemies. He has a strong distrust and a slight hate for anyone who is Turkish or Albanian, like most Greeks, and detests the cultist religions, such as Mormons or Scientologists. He refrains from politics, and instead, places his faith in the church and the people of a nation. He retains a fanatical belief in his religion, yet holds an uncanny urge to compulsively lie. He still holds a hatred for Croats and Turks (Enemies of the Greek people)
Superpowers????: Nikolai is an odd figure, representing a race as old as time....The Greeks have harnessed the powers of St. George's Gift, a racial trait that only appears in pure-bread Greeks which allows them to heal, smite, and even perform exorcisms. His body is excessively durable, so 'magic' won't do as much to him. His racial powers allows him to do COLOSSAL damage to demonic enemies and undead (Daemons, Vamires, Werewolves, etc.) which CANNOT be countered. Like I said, 4000 years of racial practices are finally paying off. He can communicate with the spirits of his ancestors, allowing him to receive holy insight from Heaven. Opponents that have "mastered" holy empowerment pale when compared to Nikolai, but he does have his weaknesses.
His normal talents: Nikolai can do just about everything a normal 20-year-old can do: Get out of a pair of handcuffs, fight with his bare hands, goot shooting skills, and the element of surprise and good with evading foes. However, he is proven to be ineffective against others of a more God-like quality.
History: An era bathed in blood marks the beginning of Nikolai's history. A periph of time now unknown to non-scholar and mortals alike. A dusty tome in a forgotten library now speaks his tale for him:
Years ago, in Tsarist Russia, a small immigrant family came ashore on the Caspian coast of the great empire along the black sea. They never posessed much or had many goals to aspire to save survival and enduring poverty but a close-knit brotherhood of Greek and Russian kinsman made life in the city of Krasnodar far greater than just peasantry. Their prosperity peaked at the turn of the twentieth century when his family soon became owners of a tabacco plantation and used their earnings to construct numerous small churches around the city and in the outskirts. As fate would soon have it, the Bolshevik revolution would introduce problems for their family, forcing them to give up any sort of wealth they had amassed. Christos, Nikolai's ancestor, had served along the Tsar's side in combat and military command and gained legendary reputation among the Cossack tribes in the east. He was now faced with two options: Resist the Bolsheviks and face certain death, or flee with his family and escape to America, where life would be different for them. At the time, Americans feared Russian influence, but Christos had studied immensely in order to slowly hide his Russian identity and become Greek. With the threat of one of his militar generals fleeing without word or resignation, Tsar Nicholas II called upon the forces of hell and mustered a black-hearted villain named Rasputin to follow the General home and claim his family's lives. Christos was unsuspecting when he bore witness to Rasputin's torturous ways, and both of them soon engaged into a bloody brawl of swords, pistols, and spears. Christos could feel himself tiring when he noticed Rasputin was practically immune to whatever he had used. Musket balls ricocheted from his body, pikes impaled him but no blood was spilled...and his blade snapped as he struck his neck. In his desperation, the General kneeled and prayed to the heavens for a phantom wind or a gift from God. His prayer was rewarded with a pillar of blinding light that scarred Rasputin and sent him fleeing into the shadows... Christos was amazed that Rasputin was not "one of this world" but a force of evil far beyond what he could have fought with his bare hands. His sense of urgency increased and he donned the priest's cloak, covering his uniform and medallions of conquest in order to bypass the Bolshevik blocade, and he would soon smuggle his family safely to Greece, the land of his wife's origin. there, they bided their time and would raise money through church donations to travel to America, but another problem had arisen: The Americans' minds were warped by the red Scare, and would accuse any foriegner of being communist and would eventually imprison them...especially Russians. Christos sat with his wife for days on end, using every bit of time to learn Greek and slowly conceal his Russian heritage. Every day after work, he would call upon his mate to help him with the troubles of wrongful prejudice that would soon await them on the New World's shores. He reached New York safely and would quickly acclamate to living in a world of immigrants, yankees, and racists alike...all under one flag. Nikolai himself emerges decades later when Christos was being hospitalized, watching his great-great-grnadson slowly grow to be the young man he'd always wanted to have in his day. he would eventually warn Nikolai that the inevitable evil that the Tsar had summoned in age's past was still hunting for them.
"Look now, my child...the night is not safe for you any more. I can still feel his claws on the boundaries of my home...
Death comes to your doorstep..."
Nikolai soon discovered that the evil creature that Christos had thought to have banished a century ago had returned. Rasputin looked much more sadistic. His skin a ghostly eggshell, his hair a wirey tangle..his fingers replaced with claws. Nikolai was returning home on his 16th birthday when a strange presence fell over him. He felt like he was knocking at heaven's door. He turned around slowly to see a man hunched over, and a killing gaze locked in his eyes. He assaulted the young Greek with a hatred that had been harbored for almost a hundred years. Nikolai himself delivered many slashes with a small knife and used whatever he could find to stall Rasputin's rampage, but not a single tool or weapon availed him. Nikolai was, like his ancestor, wounded to a point of immobilization where he simply knelt down and gasped fro air. He looked up at Rasputin's wicked face, seeing his oddly-fanged grin...this was why he wouldn't perish. he was a vampire. Nikolai crawled back a little and narrowed his eyes at the hellspawn that had stalked his family for so long. He was overcome by an inner rage that caused him to pulse with a hidden energy that had somehow managed to genetically endure all the way to his generation. This time, he let loose every last ounce of power he had in his body and released it on the unsuspecting Rasputin, vaporizing his body and charring his skeleton into a pile of ash. It was on this day that Nikolai saw the danger of what vampires were and what measures must be taken to halt their incline in population.
He remained a stable young man, always working and posessing a good aura of happiness until one fateful October. He had finally found a girl that he loved with all of his heart and soul named Erin, who, like Nikolai, was looking for someone who she could spend the rest of her life in peace with. Erin and Nikolai grew closer in more ways than one, and she eventually recieved news from their community hospital that she was pregnant. Nikolai was overcome with joy and began consulting select family members on what he should do to prepare them both for parenthood. Advice soon stacked, and Nikolai became much mroe confident in his ability to raise a child of his own. He and Erin spent days with eachother, always pondering what they should do if the baby was a boy or a girl and even had a list of names picked out for it. However, their happiness would come to an abrupt end when Erin is kidnapped by another vampire who preys on human girls. Nikolai returns home from his job to discover a trail of blood and a note left by the suitor that had taken her, stating that she now belonged to him. Nikolai became dangerously unstable...his mate had been taken, and now the life of the unborn child was threatened. He became overintoxicated with a dangerous sorrow that caused him to dispose of all emotions except hate and sadness as he slowly honed in on Erin's location. It had been two weeks since Erin's kidnapping and she herself had fallen prey to vampirism. Her captor lied to her saying that "There is no longer a place for you in the world of man, come with me and live in the shadows...free of their mortal corruption." Erin had grown concerned about the fate of the child and longed for her rescue since she alone could not resist the physical strength of the vampire, hence her bite. She was relieved when she had heard the news of the captor's accomplices' deaths and she soon broke into tears at the though of finally being re-united. The kidnapper became frantic and tried to face Nikolai himself, but failed to put a halt to what Nikolai had become: he was no longer a peaceful young man with a sene of justice, he had become a slave to his overpowering hatred for vampires...his need to "cleanse" them from the Earth. His eyes glowed a blooed red and his face bore a permanent gaze that resembled something one would witness in a disturbing horror film. He was so angry, it looked as if he had lost his humanity. Erin's captor dealt a small series of blows to the enraged fel-youth, but his rage and frustration had diluted roughly 90% of the pain. The vampire disentigrated in a beam of light...consumed by the ever-empowered Wrath of God. Erin was flooded with joy and saw her mate outside of her cell, and she soon heard him melt away the lock with a concentration of holy fire. She didn't know what to say...in fact, she never said anything. Nikolai was still enveloped in an unliftable blood haze that forced him to assault every single vampire he encountered. Quick or slow, large or small...good or evil... She took four steps and took to embrace him.. Nikolai responded with an outstrtched arm that was coated in a soft, golden light that once again unleashed an unsustainable blast of holy energies that would transform Erin into a smoldering cloud of dust. In a single second...she had gone from a pregnant mother..a vampiric pregnant mother into a aporized ruin. Nikolai didn't notice... hesimply left the scene believing his mission was ongoing. He would awaken from his bloodlust facedown on the ground in a city alleyway with a clear memory of what had happened. He couldn't bear to look himself in a mirror after that... for months, he would now live his decrepit life, always praying for forgiveness and and occaisionally drowning his sorrows in wine as his emotional wounds slowly closed up... Even though he lives life normally now, he remains scarred from that chain of evil events..always reminiscing of a life and family that could've been...
Trivia!:
Nikolai is a character derived from the darkest reaches of the creator's mind. A self-defeating anti-hero with a series of sharp tricks up his sleeve.
He is not from Sparta, he's from Athens.
Nikolai usually end up falling in love with a female vampire in most RP's, which further contraticts who he is.
Crunch time
It just means that I'll be workin' on my college resume and doing some volunteer work in some fields that'll earn me some real credit. As far as university choices go, I'm mainly looking around the San Antonio area that are within driving distance of Helotes, like UTSA. If I can't get intot here, I'll probably be sent to the backwater Northwest Vista 
and that's a drag.
