Nikolai Negrescu
Face Claim: Goran Visnjic
Quote: âSometimes all people need is a little persuasion.â
Name: Nikolai Negrescu
Nickname: Niko
Gender: Male
Age: "Twenty-five in Vampire years, but much older using the Julian Calender"
Height: 6'1
Weight: Average
Likes: Wine, Parties, Gambling, The Finest Things Life can Offer, and of course women.
Dislikes: Stereotypes, flying coach, & any alcohol that ins't Vodka.
Race: Vampire
Magic: "Over the years I've perfected the art of Blood Magic, a dangerous if not taboo form of ancient magic. I can use blood as fuel to restore my magical abilities, such as my ability to transform into a dog as the sun is high in the sky as to protect my vampire form."
Weakness: "Fire, A Stake though the heart, nothing but children tales I assure you, such things would kill anyone. My Weaknesses are far more interesting. Unlike some, I have a unique intolerance to Red wine. I can't drink it without getting a severe headache. However on rare occasions I have been seen drinking the forbidden drink, but it never ends well for me or who I am with." Not to sound to much of a stereotype, but I do suffer from Porphyria, like so many fictional characters. When my skin comes in contact with the sun it blisters and burns, though It will not kill me I tend to dress in heavy layers during the summer months.
Equipment: A Ring with his family crest engraved on a red stone, with the words "nemo me impune lacessit" Engraved at the base.
Pet: A Siberian Husky named Marco.
Personal Description: A tall mysterious man, with dark over baring features. He speaks in a thick Eastern European. He often is seen wearing fine suits and Italian leather shoes.
Personality: Niko has a brooding almost domineering personality, at first he is like a statue unmoving, and cold. However, once he is of his own element, he's a different person. Throughout the years he has claimed many personas, at the moment he prefers this one of the silent recluse wealthy man, who lives in a castle.
History: "I was born in the sixth century, my father a noble man of pure vampiric breeding and my mother a poor village girl he had taken for his wife. My mother Helga was one of many women my father Nikolai had wed and turned in hopes of an heir. However Vampire pregnancies nearly always fetal, for the mother and child he's never had much success in the mater. When I was born, he held a great feast for everyone but my mother wasn't able to join. She died that evening her insides torn apart.
As I grew, my father raised me to know the proper place of our family. He taught me to honor our breeding, he believed we were given a right others weren't but he was so deranged towards the end of his life I payed little interest to his stories. At times I wish i had, perhaps then I would have more fond memories of him. Alas, growing up with plagues cutting down mankind, and vampires shadows for their former greatness, apart of me will always remember those stories of the Vampire age. When Science and Art were at their peeks, and the world was not ruled by elves or man but us.
In the late nineteenth century, a curse descended on my family. Some called her The Slayer of Hades, other's The Daughter of Hell, I called her Jessamine. She was the product of a relationship I had with a lady of less then reputable reputation. A Bastard, as some humans would call her. I was not that small minded, if not a little bit foolish, I had herd of the term Dhamphir before but I believed it could be countered. Alas no, Jessamine grew up within my care and still craved to destroy me and mine.
At the time I was too blinded with the thought of a child, to think of the future. My mind was full of the past, and the line of still born babies that claimed the grounds, along with there mothers. When she grew into a young lady, Jessamine ran away I do not know where she went but wherever it was it fueled her passion to destroy her vampire half. She's claimed many more my relations, as distant as they were innocent, but the first victim in her biography, is mine own father.
Now I am in hiding agents my own daughter, I only hope I find her before she finds me once more, and that whatever happens to me the woman I marry is left out of Jessamine's wrath."
Face Claim: Goran Visnjic
Quote: âSometimes all people need is a little persuasion.â
Name: Nikolai Negrescu
Nickname: Niko
Gender: Male
Age: "Twenty-five in Vampire years, but much older using the Julian Calender"
Height: 6'1
Weight: Average
Likes: Wine, Parties, Gambling, The Finest Things Life can Offer, and of course women.
Dislikes: Stereotypes, flying coach, & any alcohol that ins't Vodka.
Race: Vampire
Magic: "Over the years I've perfected the art of Blood Magic, a dangerous if not taboo form of ancient magic. I can use blood as fuel to restore my magical abilities, such as my ability to transform into a dog as the sun is high in the sky as to protect my vampire form."
Weakness: "Fire, A Stake though the heart, nothing but children tales I assure you, such things would kill anyone. My Weaknesses are far more interesting. Unlike some, I have a unique intolerance to Red wine. I can't drink it without getting a severe headache. However on rare occasions I have been seen drinking the forbidden drink, but it never ends well for me or who I am with." Not to sound to much of a stereotype, but I do suffer from Porphyria, like so many fictional characters. When my skin comes in contact with the sun it blisters and burns, though It will not kill me I tend to dress in heavy layers during the summer months.
Equipment: A Ring with his family crest engraved on a red stone, with the words "nemo me impune lacessit" Engraved at the base.
Pet: A Siberian Husky named Marco.
Personal Description: A tall mysterious man, with dark over baring features. He speaks in a thick Eastern European. He often is seen wearing fine suits and Italian leather shoes.
Personality: Niko has a brooding almost domineering personality, at first he is like a statue unmoving, and cold. However, once he is of his own element, he's a different person. Throughout the years he has claimed many personas, at the moment he prefers this one of the silent recluse wealthy man, who lives in a castle.
History: "I was born in the sixth century, my father a noble man of pure vampiric breeding and my mother a poor village girl he had taken for his wife. My mother Helga was one of many women my father Nikolai had wed and turned in hopes of an heir. However Vampire pregnancies nearly always fetal, for the mother and child he's never had much success in the mater. When I was born, he held a great feast for everyone but my mother wasn't able to join. She died that evening her insides torn apart.
As I grew, my father raised me to know the proper place of our family. He taught me to honor our breeding, he believed we were given a right others weren't but he was so deranged towards the end of his life I payed little interest to his stories. At times I wish i had, perhaps then I would have more fond memories of him. Alas, growing up with plagues cutting down mankind, and vampires shadows for their former greatness, apart of me will always remember those stories of the Vampire age. When Science and Art were at their peeks, and the world was not ruled by elves or man but us.
In the late nineteenth century, a curse descended on my family. Some called her The Slayer of Hades, other's The Daughter of Hell, I called her Jessamine. She was the product of a relationship I had with a lady of less then reputable reputation. A Bastard, as some humans would call her. I was not that small minded, if not a little bit foolish, I had herd of the term Dhamphir before but I believed it could be countered. Alas no, Jessamine grew up within my care and still craved to destroy me and mine.
At the time I was too blinded with the thought of a child, to think of the future. My mind was full of the past, and the line of still born babies that claimed the grounds, along with there mothers. When she grew into a young lady, Jessamine ran away I do not know where she went but wherever it was it fueled her passion to destroy her vampire half. She's claimed many more my relations, as distant as they were innocent, but the first victim in her biography, is mine own father.
Now I am in hiding agents my own daughter, I only hope I find her before she finds me once more, and that whatever happens to me the woman I marry is left out of Jessamine's wrath."
Extra:
- Portrait of Jessamine
- He dosn't talk about his past much, remaining the dark and invulnerable shadow.
- Theme: "Knock Knock, Who's There?" by Mary Hopkin
- He's been able to adapt to most modern convinces, except the coffee machine for some reason.
- He composes himself in a business like manner, he always has a phone on him however he can not figure out texting.
- At times he forgets how to say words in English, manly insults.
- For as long as he's lived he's never been in love, perhaps in the 60's but he can't recall that decade.
- He doesn't care for elves.
- His bedroom within the mansion.
