Description
Lord Nikmir Vladislov
Nickname - Nikki
Title - The Revenant
Age - "To be quite honest darling, I lost count after a thousand years."
Age appearance - mid to late twenties
Height - 6'0"
Weight - 135lbs
Race - Revenant : A Revenant, also known as 'Pure Blood' Vampire, is said to be the oldest and one of the first of the vampires, and the most dangerous. A Revenant is a very rare breed of vampire. It is said that they have lived for so long that the blood of humans can no longer sustain them, they must feed off of other Vampires and those that carry the Lycan curse. They are hated by younger vampires.... however they are respected due to their status. Many younger vampires will often enslave themselves or follow a Revenant if it means that they will not get eaten. In many vampiric cults the Revenants are said to be Vampire Gods.
Ethnicity - Ukranian
Species - Vampire
Hair color - dark brown
Eye color - Left : bright red, Right : bright blue
Skin color - Depends on his Hunger level..... If he's well fed a nice healthy human-ish pink.
Outfit - navy blue pinstripe suit, navy blue tie, black dress shoes, black vest, black shined dress shoes, red button up shirt, golden cufflinks, and a rather devious smile.
Tattoos -
This symbol tattooed on the right side of his neck. All Vampire Revenant carry this symbol. It is most Identified as the 'Mark of the Revenant' or 'Mark of the Old Ones'.
Piercings - none
Scars - none
Personality
Nikki is rather..... Odd to say the least, even for a vampire. He prefers the Old Ways rather than the New. The days before electricity, trains and the like. Though due to the advancing day and age he is forced to adapt, and adapt he shall. Though he might need a new companion so that he might be able to connect with this era or generation much better. Preferably another vampire, or revenant, like himself. However if he must take a human companion, then so be it he has nothing against humans, it's just that other vampires taste so much better and humans provide absolutely no nourishment for him, and only a Vampire can turn a human. Then a Revenant can only turn other vampires into Revenant. It's rather complicated.... or odd to say the least.
Sexual Orientation - Pansexual
Religion - "Riiiiiight... I've been around for millenia, let's talk science shall we?"
Equipment
Abilities/Traits/Attributes
- Revenant Gaze : To werewolf, Human and Vampire, this gaze will seemingly put some sort of spell unto them. Making them see Nikki as the most beautiful, handsome, and elegant creature that they have ever seen.
- Revenant Thrall : He can make a human or other vampire his personal servant and make them immune to his charms, and other vampire's charms so long as they vow to serve him and honly him.
- Undead Speed : To a mortal, werewolf or other vampire it will seem asthough he has the ability to jump from place to place without so much as moving or even breathing. Though to him... His movements are long and drawn out and slow.
- Undead Strength : He has unusual, that many would call super human, strength and can lift cars and push boulders without effort and so forth.
- The Unreflected : He carries no reflection in a mirror. It is said that a Revenant can traverse the world through the use of mirrors. He can jump from city to city within the mirrors. This is often how he gets into the homes of his victims and escapes hunters and the like.
- Blood Hunger Stage 1 : This is your average every night hunger he goes out, he feeds, he parties and returns home. In this stage his skin will resemble a lively pinkish color to give the illusion that he is still alive, he even feels warm. During stage 1 he can walk out during the daylight as though he were human.
- Blood Hunger Stage 2 : In this stage his face will become slightly more gaunt, his skin will grow rather cold, and his hunger will become harder to satisfy. This is due to his not feeding over a regular period of about two or three days. In this stage he also has increased strength, speed, and agility. In this stage he can go out into daylight but no longer than a couple of hours else he will die.
- Blood Hunger Stage 3 : The skin becomes more drawn and gaunt, giving him the appearance of looking more elderly. His hair starts to lose it's color however his strength, speed, and agility grow even further. This is about six or seven days without feeding. While in this stage he is more aggressive, and his hunger is harder to sate. His skin becomes a milky white and much much colder and dry. He cannot go outside into the light of day for more than thirty minutes at a time or else he will die.
- Blood Hunger Stage 4 : He has the appearance of a walking skeleton with skin drawn over it, his hair has lost all of it's color, his skin is a deathly white, and his attributes increase even further. This is ten to eleven days without feeding and he will attack anything and everything with a pulse just to sate his hunger. In this stage he cannot go outside for more than five minutes in the daylight.
- Blood Hunger Stage 5 : In this stage, he takes on a more monstrous form, his ears becoming rather large and bat-like. Fangs begin to protrude from his mouth. His nose takes on that of a vampire bat's. Essentially he turns into a giant bat monster. In this form he is completely feral and only feeding on vampires will bring him down from this stage. In this stage he cannot go into daylight for more than fifteen seconds. This is two weeks without feeding... He has only reached this point only twice in his entire life.
Weaknesses
- Sunlight : Well as mentioned above, anything higher than stage 1 blood hunger, sunlight can be potentially lethal to him.
- Heart of the Unholy : Being a vampire, holy relics and holy water can do high amounts of damage to his body.
- Silver and garlic : All Revenant are allergic to both silver and garlic. It is a possiblility that he could die if he were shot with a silver bullet or if he ate something with garlic.
- No Entrance Unless Invited : He cannot enter a private domain unless he has been invited in, unless that domain is his own dwelling. If he does so, it will cause him great pain and he will be forced to flee.
So begins...
Yet another vampire walked into Gambit's bar, oh yes. Another Vampire to add to Wing City's rising Vampire population. However, this was no ordinary vampire, this was a Revenant. The oldest of the bloodsuckers. The ones who have been around far too long to continue to feed off of humans. Oh yes, these.... Revenants... needed the blood of other Vampires to survive.... Essentially they're vampire cannibals. However, as the rather well dressed man entered the bar, it seemed he glanced around the place for a few moments before a rather devious yet... somewhat charming smile grew upon his kind, gentle, yet some how masked face. "Oh, To-to we are most definately not in Kansas anymore." The man chuckled and proceeded to the counter and took a seat. He began to look around for some sort of counter attendant and tapped the counter. "Um, yes, I would like a glass of your finest wine please." He said with a light chuckle, though considering this place was a bar and not a winery, he wasn't expecting much. Though is attention seemed to be drawn to the young man near where he was sitting, Satero? Hmm... Most intruiging. THough it seemed he grew rather bored with this mortal and turned his gaze upon the holomenu and began browsing through the selection of food and drink.
"Thank you, kin." He said with a bow of his head and a smile to Zekil. Yes a Vampire Revenant just called a Demon, kin. Well... It was true in a manner of speaking, they were both children of darkness and unholy rituals, so why not? However as the other poured him his wine he held the glass to his nose to savor the scent. Yes, always savor the scent before you drink. Take in the different smells of the additives and the other juices. Then, once he had gotten his fill of the scent he placed the glass against his lips and drank the liquid. Though it seemed that he was being watched... by some one next to him? From the way the person next to him smelled... and according to the ears on his head, Nikki could have guessed that he was some sort of lycanthrope. "Hmmm?" He cleared his throat and placed the glass back onto the table and looked to the young werewolf. "Who might this poofy, white, haired young man near my body be?" He inquired with a light chuckle and a kind generous smile. He glanced at the werewolf with his bright red eye, the Eye of the Revenant, the very same eye he used to seduce and cause his prey to succumb to his every whim. "My name is, Nikmir Vladislov." He introduced himself and offered the young man a hand to shake.
The Revenant could only smirk as the werewolf took his hand. "Oh, please, the pleasure is all mine. And please, call me Nikki, everyone does." He said with a rather charming smile and bent his head down to press the man's hand against his forehead. Where he was from it was a sign of affection and respect. Oh yes, he was pulling out the old charms on this young morsel. "Tell me, what's a delectible wolfling such as you doing in a dank disgusting bar like this? I'm curious." He said and put a hand to his chin in thought, he then began to look the young man over with his single red eye and his bright blue eye aswell. Though his blue eye held no sort of powers, it was still pretty to look at. "you look a bit.... Out of place." He was one to talk....
Nikki then began to nod and tilt his head as he saw the wolf-kin blush, looked like there was a bit of a nibble. "Oh well I would be glad to accompany you if you ever need to go shopping or need some one to go out on the town with." He said with a kind smile and plucked a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to the wolf-kin. "My number, incase you ever need a friend. I can also see why other wolves would want you in their packs. You are quite the looker if i do say so myself. Trust me, I'm not just saying that." Liar. Oh yes, this man would say anything to get a quick bite. Even if it was from a wolf-beast. As the young wolf-kin began to gaze into the Revenant's eyes it seemed his smile would grow and he would reveal his teach, pointy and rather menacing if you were a human or other vampire... but since this Wolf-kin was starting to fall under his spell... There would be none of that. "Could we.... perhaps go for a walk?" He inquired whilst he raised his brow. Oh yes he was indeed rather hungry.
"Ah! Very well then! Come!" He said and stood up from his chair and left the bar, leaving a rather unusually sized lump of cash upon the counter... Money was of no object to this very old, very wealthy vampire. All of this, ofcourse, another way of luring his prey in so that he might feast. "Where shall we go first then, my dear????" He inquired and looked to the Wolf-kin. "I was thinking the Theatre... Marvelous play should be going on soon.. .Later today I think." He commented and put a hand to his chin in thought
As the moon slowly began to rise it seemed that deep within the hidden vault of CrestView manor there was a bit of a stir coming from some manner of crypt. The inner sanctum had been decorated rather lavishly with tapestries from previous civilizations, and countries that no longer existed.... There were even stone tablets from Ancient Egypt and the like! In the dead center of the sanctum was a large stone sarcoughagus three snames each biting the other's tail on the center of the stone slab that covered whatever was in it, the rest had various other carvings of stories of a monstrous creature that lay within.... but... as the inhabitant of said sarcaughagus began to awaken, it seemed that the slab did move, little by little, inch by inch until there was just enough room for the creature to sit up. With a big toothy yawn, exposin the four fangs that lay within it's mouth, and a big stretch the creature had finally awoken. Though... this creature did't look monstrous... infact... it looked like any other man... except he had unusually pale skin, that was freezing cold to the touch. "I hate this infernal stone box." He muttered in the ancient tongue and pulled himself out of said stone box.
Yes... There stood Lord Nikmir Vladislov, One of the last of the Revenant. For nearly four thousand years he has roamed the earth feeding upon both the living and the unliving. And no family has served him as long as the De Richmond Family.
As he finally awoke from his... grogginess, it seemed that some one was heading Down into the Vault. "Hmm? Is that you Calvin?" The Master called from below. Of course it was Calvin? who else could it be? Wait.... don't answer that.
As his 'companion' handed him the chalice he would take it and drink from it slowly. "Entirely uncomfortable as usual. I much prefer sleeping in my coffin... in my bedroom. Silk lining and all that." he would sigh and finish off the rest of the blood, once he had done so... He felt a beating in his chest once more and his pale skin had turned into a nice, humanly pink and warmth ran through his body once more... The closest thing to being mortal he could get... Too bad it only lasted a couple of days. "Terrible.... terrible nightmares... From the old world again." He sighed and ran a hand over his own face as he had to sit down... His heart coming back into it's normal beating always took him by suprize, thus the reason he placed his hand over his chest. "Funny... I don't remember falling asleep in these clothes." he said and looked down at himself... Which was indeed... most unusual. He was in some rather... strangely designed pajamas... Granted they were comfortable... but he just never remembered buying them.
The Ancient cleared his throat when the other asked if he wanted to describe the dream in further length. "The same dream i've been having... I'm back in the Old world... The little village, the one that I told you about when you were still in highschool. I... Killed... Innocent children. I could care less about the adults. but.... Children? I... Hadn't fed in a while... I needed something...but... Why a child? Why did I have to kill a little child?" He said almost tearing up... When the comment of his bedding a golfer female he cleared his throat and sighed. "Right.. Dubec... I just remembered how much I hate golf." he chuckled and stood from the chair. Sometimes he had difficulty remembering what year it was... The memories sometimes meshed together... especially when he had just woken up from a rather deep slumber like he did on this night. "Remind me Calvin, All of my appointments with Dynacorp have been cancelled correct? You told them that i was 'out on a business trip'?" Yes... his usual excuse as to why he did not show up in his lavish office on several occasions. He had started to believe that people that worked for him were starting to become suspicious of his actions. Though when Calvin had mentioned his great grand uncle... Nikmir could only chuckle. "I know who built it Calvin.... I knew him personally." he chuckled. Oh yes... Jacques... One of his most loyal, and favorite servants. Always had something funny to say, even if he did have a rather dark sense of humor.. but hey... so did Nikki.
Nikki proceeded into the bar after a rather long night of... well... 'binging' as it were. It was about time he needed some alchohol to wash what he had drank earlier down... He seemed to have drank just a little bit too much. It seemed that it was just another day in gambits and that there wa a bit of a catfight on the horizon... er.. well.. another catfight. That reminded him of the good old days, back when he first came to the bar... Any how, The Revenant known as Nikmir made his way to the bar counter and merely sat down, ordering himself a nice glass of soda. Which he hadn't had in a while. It was rather marvelous, the things humans created... Quite marvelous indeed.
It seemed that as the Revenant smelled the air, one of the females about to get into it was a half breed and the other was some sort of demon? Which, he knew better than to fuck with a demon. They were the creators of the first vampires, like Nikmir himself. "Half Breed girl... I would hold your tongue infront of a superior. It is most unwise to piss off a demoness. Especially a high ranking one, from the smell of it." he said and looked to Sirad, raising his glass in respect to the woman then returned his gaze to the half breed, who seemed to be following a man who carried the label of Drake? "Good mutt." he chuckled and then it seemed that his popcorn was ready. But he had no fight to enjoy while eating it... what a bummer. "Hmm... Perhaps I should entice some fights? Spread a few false rumors here and there?" he shrugged then when his soda glass was empty, he lightly tapped it with his finger and the barkeep came around to refill it. "How droll... no fights...." He muttered once again and turned back around in his barstool.
It seemed that, like most Elder Vampires, Nikmir could understand animal speak. "You're a mutt compared to me, child." He chuckled and then it seemed he had heard what Sirad said and started to laugh a bit. "Good one, mistress." he chuckled and just started to chomp away at his popcorn. Oh yes how he despised twilight or twighlight... or however you spell it... The mythology was all wrong... It gave vampires a bad name. "You know self feeding will induce mutation and you'll eventually turn into a monster, yes?" he spoke to the Mutt who seemed to be feeding upon herself? "You will turn into some sort of grotesque beast. Even uglier than this fur covered wolf skin you call a transformation." he chuckled, it seemed that he was enjoying this... Very much so. "But hey... it's yours and everyone elses funeral." he said with a shrug and continued to sip his soda.
At any rate.... The Elder Vampire would seem to smile rather smugly at the creature that growled at him. And he was no mere boy. He just appeared to look rather young. HE was infact, very old.... Like... ancient times old.. SO he didn't really give two shits about this small halfbreed. It's not like she could hurt him or anything. What was she gonna do? Paw him do death? Bite and scratch him? Please that's nothing but foreplay to him. However upon finishing his popcorn and soda it seemed he stood from his stool to adjust his suit and tie and drop a small dog biscuit almost as though he were insulting the poor half breed girl... which he was. He despised half breeds. It muddled the good vampire name.
"The Vampiric race is going to shit...." He muttered to himself as he saw how pathetic modern vampires, even the half breeds, were. Oh how he despised them. He despised every last one of them, for ruining his race's reputation. He remembered a time when vampires were feared, hated, and even hunted. Now it's... 'oh hey, you're a vamp!? Bite me please!'... Fucking pathetic. This never would have happened if Lestat, and those faggy sparklepyres had never come into existence... However atleast he respected Lestat. That man had an elegance about him, even when he did give away the secrets of the vampires. But those... things not even worthy to be called vampires that walk in broad daylight and... yech.. sparkle?! it fucking disgusts him. "Burn 'em all, I say." he said clearing his throat, not really talking to any one in particular.
"Indeed... I remember a day when Vampires were worshipped in some places... I don't ever remember creating vampires so... weak. It sickens me to even think about it." he said gently ran a hand over his face, brushing some hair out of his rather youthful, and handsome, face. "It sickens me to even think that I have to feed off of them too... Blech." He said and cleared his throat. "The Vampire that made me, was one named Pylageus. Beautiful man. With an air of danger about him. The kind of danger that drew you to him. That's what made him so... alluring." He said remembering his 'Master' that had given him this gift. "Now look at them. I wouldn't even THINK about touching any of these whelps." he sighed and then ordered yet another glass of soda.
"I agree. Hopefully this will all pass... If not... I'll have to start culling. If not time will kill them because very few creatures have the stamina for immortality. You have to either be very determined... or just strong willed... And I see none of that in this day and age. So... tell me, mistress, What's your name. I am Lord Nikmir Vladislov. But you can call me Nikki if you wish." He said with a bow of his head, speaking to the woman with utmost respect.
"I see... Well i no longer feed on humans. I have... 'evolved' past that." he said and cleared his throat. "I must feed on other vampires in order to survive. Humans are just for pleasure." He chuckled and looked at her with a smile. "Well then. If and when I die, i'd be glad to have my dark black soul, tortured for all eternity if it's you doing it, madam." he chuckled, flirting back. Oh yes he was flirting with this alleged 'lucifer'. "Been around so long that humans can no longer provide sustinence... Besides... humans are a bore... I prefer hunting Vampires... especially old ones... now there's a challenge." he said with a rather... devious smile uplaying upon his lips.
"I see... Most impressive. However I thought Lilith was the original daughter of Eden, who later became corrupt? Then 'the almighty' created Eve. But... eh. Whatever. It's all horseshit to me. I prefer science, over religion any day. Atleast with science, people aren't trying to shove it down your throat. The way I see it... Religion is alot like a penis. You have the right to run around waving it in everyone's face.... but you do NOT have the right to shove it down people's throats. That's just painful... on both matters, that is if your unwilling... Don't ask how I know this.. I'm just going to say 'it was a very long winter'." he chuckled and ordered himself, yet another glass of soda.
It seemed that his watch started to go off and that was his cue to leave. "Well It was a pleasure speaking with you madam, but I must be off. Gotta get back to work." he chuckled and headed out of the door leaving some money on the counter.
The Revenant one known as Nikmir seemed to walk into the bar of gambit's holding a black umbrella and wearing some rather dark sunglasses. His skin had become much more pale looking than the previous night and it almost looked as though his cheeks had receded just a little bit, along with his ears coming to a slight point rather than their normal roundedness. Well... This was partially because his not being able to catch food the previous evening... He was now entering Blood Hunger Stage 2. However that wouldn't have deter him from coming to this place. A little sunlight burning his skin? Bah! that's what they invented sunblock for right?!At any rate upon entering he closed his umbrella and proceeded to the bar counter itself, only to remove his sunglasses, which revealed rather red and hungry looking eyes beneath. "Wine please." he called out to the barkeep, in a rather soft tone so as to not draw attention to himself.
