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Nicholas Anders

"They are merely cattle...And we will slaughter them as such."

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a character in “Secrets Of Bear Point”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway



Flares | The Script
From Yesterday | Thirty Seconds To Mars

"Only the dead have seen the end of war."x"There never was a good war or a bad peace..."



Nicholas Benjamin "Anders" Anderson

N I C K N A M E (S)

March 14th

Was turned when he was 25, so he is 99 years old

Xavier's Body Guard and Soldier


50% German, 50% Russian

Bavaria, Germany



Nicholas' style is rather plain and simple. He is always seen with a short haircut, never growing it out passed a few inches, otherwise, it drives him mad. Due to his time as a soldier, he keeps his style plain and as form-fitting as possible, jeans, shirts, button-ups, and t-shirts are usually his go-to, but on the occasion, he will wear jackets and skinny jeans with the occasional hat. But nothing about his style or appearance is anything ordinary, even with his assorted amount of tattoos that cover his arms and back which he covered with long sleeves or jackets.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'9 and 153lbs

Nicholas has short, often jelled down jet black hair, smooth, pale skin, a slender chiseled jawline, and an almost boyish look that seems to compliment his overall look, even with his often jet-black eyes, which tend to go back and forth between dark blood red, to a solid black color. But don't his oddly charming and seemingly harmless exterior confuse you, his very presence radiates a feeling of cold and helplessness, often getting weird remarks and looks from people around the town.


First and foremost, Nicholas has a fascination with blood, human blood to be specific. Just the smell and taste is enough for him to lose his mind and go on a rampage if there is enough of it around him, as if it was a drug for him. Silence, that is usually what he prefers to be around, as most sounds give him a headache from his times in the war. Solitude, any time that he can find himself being alone is where he'll be. As he lacks most or any form of human communication, he prefers to be by himself no matter the time, unless his master calls for him. Xavier, seeing as how he was saved by his very own master himself, he is one of the few people Nicholas can stand being around. Violence of any shape or form is one of the things that he can ever seem to find himself getting into, and as such wherever Nicholas is,danger is soon to follow.

Humans, even though he was in the military something about humans now makes him sick, and he can't help but find release whenever a human life is exstinguised. Loud noises, as his time in the military has given him severe PTSD, any form of a loud noise will cause him to lash out violently. Human food, as he finds the taste and texture of anything that doesn't pertain to blood as bland, tasteless, and absolutely terrible tasting.


In simplest terms, Nicholas is a loner. He is always by himself, regardless of the situation. With his reputation as more of a nuisance among the vampires, he keeps few if any friends in his company. He is usually seen by himself whether it be in his home, in the city's streets, or any other place that he goes, which is either the local diner, pub, or the local docks in the small port-town of Bear Point.

Regardless of his rather intimidating and vancate looks, he is rather intelligent and inquisitive. Sometimes the most simple things fascinate him and hold his curiosity for long periods of time, even with his otherwise short attention span and a strong case of OCD and ADHD. He is usually always putting things back into their normal spot where he last remembers placing them, and if he cannot remember where he last put a certain item, he will, in fact, trace his steps until he finds what he's looking for, or if he can't find it he will simply go on a rampage until he either calms down, manages to find it, or someone else finds it for him.

With his lack of sympathey or empathy for humans, Nicholas would rather watch a human's life be torn from them slowly and painfully than sit around an do nothing. He is known for being one of the most sadistic and violent vampires among most of the clans, and has even gone on the record of being far more bloodthirty and violent than his own master Xavier which has gotten him into many scraps with the others like Xavier's second in command, Luke, and even his wife. Once he even threatened to have Liliana murdered in front of Xavier in one of his rampant cases, and as such, is on a very short leash with Xavier, and is only a matter of time until Nicholas loses his cool, and Xavier will have his head on a pike, and he is very aware of it and is slowly pushing his boundaries with Xavier.


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He doesn't really remember his family much as they died shortly before he was turned, thus he doesn't really remember them, nor does he care to. The only person he remembers even the slightest was his sister, who died due to the war, even then he doesn't even remember what she looks like.



Not much of Nicholas' past is known, not to the Coven or even really himself, as he chose to simply forget about everything. The past life he once lived, when he was human, mortal, weak before he became what he is today. And what he and many of the Covens believe to be superior creatures and that humans are simply there for them to feed on and continue thriving, no more than cattle on a farm in their eyes. The man that used to be the now undead slave to Xavier was born as Nicholas Benjamin Anderson as a small, happy baby boy in the year of 1920 a year after his sister was born. From what he shared he was born to a young couple who had lived away from the city life in a small part of Bavaria Germany, away from people and the trouble they brought as they lived reserved away in the mountains.

From an early age, he grew up with poor people skills and communication due to being brought up in such a reserved part of the country, only really ever seeing his parents and sister. The years slowly passed by as he only really knew how to survive in the woods and how to get around them, knowing them like the back of his hand even at an early age he started showing signs of being skilled in hiding. He was known to hide in the woods from his parents for hours, even days on end until he would come back home, which would usually result in his father, who was a disabled veteran in the military years prior, who would constantly beat Nicholas and tell him how worthless and troublesome he was. But never did he hurt his sister, as Nicholas was the one to always take the brunt of his anger. It was when he was nineteen years old that he saw a break for him to get out of the house and away from his father, the military was inlisting and he wanted out, war was better than staying home he thought.

So he simply packed his things and left, but little did Nicholas know what he was getting into. It was proclaimed to be the "War To End All Wars", and he was going to see it through. But little did he know how twisted and sick it would end up turning, people were taken from their homelands and brought in small camps where Nicholas was forced to watch over them, not just adults but children, from newborn to five and older. He witnessed as children were ripped from their mother and father's arms, families being torn apart, promising they'd see each other again when it was all over, but just like the others, he knew they'd never see each other again. For years he witnessed the mistreatment and violence his own people were forcing upon the people they took captive, for the first three years he would look away as he felt a knot form in his stomach as he was forced to hear their screams and crying every night. For years it was the same, bringing people in, taking them from their loved ones, sending them into the facilities and never seeing them again, but he knew. He knew what they were doing, and for the longest time it made him sick. But it was one day that changed his life, but not in the way that he ever would have dreamed of.

It was September second, 1945 when all hell broke lose. Enemies had come into the compound, and Nicholas knew what, or more so, who they were after. Nicholas had fought tooth and nail to keep them from getting past the front gates of the compound, but it was useless. Too many had gotten in and he realized how futile it was. He watched as blood, smoke, ash, and dust filled the air as bodies both ally and enemy laid at his feet. It was when he looked up that he had seen something that changed his life, it was a man, or what looked like a man. His face was pale, smooth, skinny, almost gaunt like in appearance. But what alerted him was the man's eyes, they were void of any life at all, dead almost. No light shone off them like it normally would, not even a soul was seen as he looked into the monster's eyes. He had heard rumors of his fellow soldiers having seen things, but this was the first time he came across one. He stood his ground, preparing to die defending what he believed he was fighting for, even if what they were doing was considered one of the most horrific events in human existence. He stood firm, gun in hand, feeling as they shook as he looked at the monster that seemed to taunt him as it slowly crept towards him in one moment, but the next in almost a blink it was in front of him with its hand wrapped around his neck, slowly squeezing his life from him.

Things seemed to turn dark, silent, and cold as there was nothing but silence as he felt his body drop to the ground, landing on something hard and sharp. When he was able to force his eyes open as he slowly sat up, he looked and to his horror blood was spilling from his abdomen as part of the bayonette of his weapon had impaled him when he fell. With labored breathing, he laid there on the battlefield as he began to feel cold and numb when he suddenly saw someone beside him, his eyes were a dark, almost blood red tone, which stood in contrast to the pale face that stood next to him. Nicholas had given up everything, he had accepted that this was his fate, how he was going to die. Not on the field as a soldier doing his duty, but as a victim of one of these monsters. But a voice, soft and smooth, yet raspy and harsh came from the monster as it seemed to speak in a low whisper to him.

At first he didn't understand what it had said to him, until it repeated its question. Did he not want to die, is what the demon seemed to ask him, slowly he turned his head and mocked the monster, of course, he didn't want to die. But he didn't understand what that had entailed until he felt a searing, hot, almost fire like feeling in the side of his neck as the monster hunched over and seemed to have bitten into his neck. What had come next was a blur, a fading memory as time had passed by him. Everything he knew had changed, his senses were increased his hunger for bloodshed seemed to be tenfold its natural limit. Nicholas found the monster had asked him if he had wanted to join him, a place of refuge, someplace that they could reside in safety, away from war and humans. Where they could simply hide in plain sight and not be tormented. He had agreed with the figure who had introduced him as someone having connections and high powers around the world, knowing people, others like them. He had gathered others and were hiding in a small part of a town in Canada, and which is where they had since resided. Finding themselves watching over the humans, slowly growing their numbers, waiting for when the time was right to strike and take the humans for themselves. But now, now they lie in wait for the command from their master, waiting until they have to stop picking off humans when they absolutely needed to. Now, they wait in the shadows until they can unleash their bloodshed upon the small humans of Bear Point, or at least that is what Nicholas and several others of Xavier's Coven are hoping for...


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None as he desires no relationship with anyone.

Nicholas has the usual of his kind, inhuman speed, strength, stamina, hearing, sight, and smell. His senses specifically make him a perfect soldier and hunter for Xavier's Coven, which is why he is still by his side even with his recklessness and constant urge for human and Lycan blood. Due to his swiftness and agility in the darkness, he has honed his abilities for fighting in the darkness, so much so that his ability special to him is shadow manipulation. Meaning he can creat spot pockets of pure darkness as long as he can concentrate and focus, which allows Xavier to use his abilities more frequently and without as much caution as he would normally.

For starters, his battle tactics. Since he was once a soldier in World War II, he has been able to hone his strategies and tactics down to a science, even without having to use weapons, just bare hands, and brute strength. Aside from battle strategies, he uses his shadow manipulation rather often and it is his main source of cover while on the hunt for prey as well as transportation around the town, keeping low and to the shadows is his field of expertise.

Shadow manipulation and battle tactics are his true strengths, as well as tracking down prey as well as leading away his enemies to somewhere closed off and cramped for where he can stay in the shadows and take them out swiftly and silently without alerting anyone of his presence.

His constant flare-ups of anger issues, which often lead to violence and innocent blood being spilled. If something often doesn't go his way he will go off and blow off some steam in the form of hunting, mainly humans and on occasion some small animals. But with his reckless behaviour, he is often the prime target for Xavier's anger and silver tongue.


So begins...

Nicholas Anders's Story


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Arc One: Awakening

March 27th: Three days before gradutation

All was quiet and peacefull. Too peaceful even, in the small port town known as Bear Point. The animals were communing with each other with small chirps, howls, yips, and barks as nature took its course. Everything was as normal as anyone would otherwise think, except for what had happened during the night unknown to all the people that lived there.

In a small, gray two-story house. Three figures were going about their daily lives behind the closed door of the house. An older man sat in one of the chairs at the table. One of the others was somewhere around the house, doing who knows what as he pleased, meanwhile there was one more who was occupying the living quarters with the older man. The older man casually flipped through the newspaper of what would be the quintessential definition of "normal" in the Bear Point area. Like most places it had a rather elegantly done colonial design and was rather distant from most neighbors given the low populace. He was currently sitting at the breakfast table, looking very much like the image of the model husband himself. He was a tall, strong-built man, with short, raven black hair, and just as equally dark maroon eyes. His jaw was finely and perfectly chiseled, his skin smooth and fair, making him in many people's opinion, the epitome of handsome.

"Nearly a dozen disappearances within the past month...such a tragic affair, they must find the people responsible for this, don't you agree?" he asked with a deep, yet calming voice.

The man finally discarded the newspaper, revealing his eyes which were currently blood-red in shade-the sclera which was normally white for most people was black in appearance. This wasn't due to contacts but it was simply a byproduct of him using his vampiric powers. The question was addressed to the only remaining occupants of the house aside from himself, mainly one of his comrades and the woman who would most likely be having a normal breakfast at this time without their timely intervention.

"Granted I believe as of now they are three short courtesy of our own little artist here." Xavier winked at the blushing woman in question.

The woman couldn't exactly be considered ugly or attractive, but she clearly had a battered look about her. In particular, the vacant look in her eyes due to his influence was her predominant feature. The night before, he'd rather selfishly convinced the woman into murdering her husband. In an effort to build the young woman's dreams of being an artist, he had her practice by 'sculpting' with the bodies of her two children. In his honest opinion, she had artistic talent, but she simply had no originality...and had just lost her 'new toy' feel to him all too soon, which was rather disappointing as he only just started to have fun with her.

"Nicholas...feel free to have your fun...I have certainly had mine, and greatly appreciate you indulging in my new game." The vampire's eyes reverted to their human appearance as he ceased using his ability, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly returned to their normal blood red color.

He understood the younger vampire's murderous inclination and often enjoyed indulging in it. Nicholas was by far one of the most talented killers he'd encountered in the past century and Xavier enjoyed watching a man at work. However, this time around he was more intent upon his next move than fully observing what would come next. Nicholas was on the more smaller frame, tall but not as strong looking in appearance. He had more of boyish features, regardless of his actual age. His hair was dark brown, just barely a few inches in length as he prefered to keep it short. His skin was also fair and flawless, aside from a scar over his right eyes, which were too a dark maroon color.

Nicholas himself was at that moment in the morning eating toast, with a light spreading of butter and strawberry jam. Yes he was fully aware that he was playing into the stereotype, but frankly he did not care and was half-way through eating the pastry treat when his master, Xavier, placed down the newspaper he was reading and asked a question that Nicholas only really caught the end of, as he was busy attempting to catch a loose glob of jam from the opposite end of the toast with his tongue.

"-Do you not agree?"

Nicholas paused with the jam on the end of his tongue and still partly attached to the toast before replying. "Well-" He began, before swallowing his mouthful of food and starting his sentence again. "Well, I know for a fact that at least one of those disappearances was me...Maybe two." He looked slightly sheepish as if it were some great crime, which frankly amongst Vampires, it wasn't. Again he fazed out, back into the world of simple food when he heard Xavier speak up again.

"Nicholas, feel free to have your fun." That was all the signal he needed really and already had a plan in motion.

He calmly placed the half-eaten piece of toast onto the plate and stood up, pushing his chair in and casually strolling around the table to the now blinking and confused artist, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up at his young and caring face, he gave her a large and manic grin, long fangs clearly visible. In one smooth motion his hand twisted her out of her chair and onto the dining table, making sure to miss the remains of his breakfast, his hand flashed for a moment and in his hand was one his daggers, which he plunged into the poor woman's sternum, swiftly removing it again in one sharp motion, releasing a crescent of blood into the air, the scent of which he breathed in deeply with a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He then grew tired of the simple thought of simply reducing the woman to little more than shreds and with one hand lifted her onto her feet, before throwing her at one of the walls, rather high up as well, and then grabbing the largest candlesticks that was on the table, which he threw like a javelin at the woman, impaling her onto the wall, all of which happened in a matter of seconds, and left the poor woman to slowly bleed to death as the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Nicholas himself picked up a wine glass and strolled under the woman, catching the droplets of blood in the cup before stepping back. "Perhaps not my most refined work. But it has a certain, se setir a lui, what do you think, My Master?" His accent had all but faded from his voice, other than when he actually spoke, and like any German, he couldn't resist drinking a fine 'wine' and being complimented on his handiwork.

Xavier couldn't help the phantom of a smile that formed on his face when Nicholas asked his question. The indirect joke that they weren't the ones entirely responsible (well actually they were) for the recent human casualties also dawned on him at this point.

"A lovely kinetic aesthetic, the shift between efficient, to vicious, brutal, and then to class was seamlessly executed...Shame any further viewers will not understand that. However, in exchange, they get left with the intrigue of how the spectacle came to be." he spoke as he stroked his clean-shaven face for a moment as he mused over the spectacle once more.

After a moment of pause, he then spoke up again. "But yes, tis not your best work." he said rather simply

Having given his opinion on the matter, Xavier rose from his seat. The human cattle were getting up and about which made their sticking around this long slightly more likely for someone to actually see something. He didn't exactly care whether or not they were spotted if fact it'd just make the game more interesting. But that didn't mean he was willing to take risks without caution or care...centuries of life demands a certain level of paranoia.

"Pray tell Nicholas, shall we return home and sleep like the dead, or is now a good time to prowl about?" He was adept at social encounters, however, at times such as this, he had no issue allowing someone else's judgment.

He listened to Xavier's words, this was generally along the lines of praise that Nicholas had been expecting, of course, he took pride in his rather morbid art-work but then again he did go through slightly more effort than any canvas painter or would-be writer, as he wasn't as much of a fan of art as one of the other Coven members. He sat on the edge of the table to enjoy the dripping and still alive, albeit unconscious, artwork he had set up, he considered taking it down but then it would lose its...The edge he felt. He felt behind him, tapping on the table a few times until he finally managed to find the plate of the pastries, well what was left of them at any rate, and tucked back into them, taking sips of blood after every bite or so.

It took him a moment that there was dawn sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains, he eyed it suspiciously, it was not often that it would be a very sunny day but it seemed the normal man or woman or... Vampire on the street had lucked out today. He was drawn out of his daydreaming about sunlight and why he was running out of jam on pastry by Xavier asking him another question, 'He must be in a good mood today' he thought to himself.

He looked up from the last of his breakfast, both red and brown, then over to Xavier, then over to the window, then back to his food then finally back to his master. His first answer was a shrug and a wordless murmur that basically translated to 'I don't know' He finished the last of his food, placed the glass back down then spun around on his heels so that he could take in the whole room before making a more calculated decision. "Personally. I would like to go on the prowl, as my lust for blood has risen and I feel that something should be done about it. Maybe we could descend upon the local clinic or even the docks? Those always tend to get in good with the media around here." He nodded to the newspaper that Xavier had been previously reading.

"Either way, My Lord. I desire blood. And I think Luke does as well." Here in a quick fit of anger passed over him, and he booted the edge of the table, sending it crashing over to one side, plate and glass flying through the air to come to a rather sudden stop and looked at the newspaper, "When am I going to be able to get a good deal of slaughter around this damned empty town?!" he questioned angrily, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention.

He paused for a moment and breathed deeply which calmed himself rather well. "Of course it is your decision in the end. But that is just my opinion." he said rather coldly as he took a moment to calm himself down.

Xavier couldn't help but flash a smile at the honest reply from his associate. He'd seen wholesale slaughter before, and he'd be lying if he denied any fascination. However, there was one thought that came to them from when such an impulse reared its ugly head. "A poor Lord I would be for killing all the cattle in my territory. Perhaps a visit towards another holding this decade, not my cattle, not my subjects, not my problem." He answered much in the manner one would remark about the weather.

The fact that he'd only be able to gain by weakening one of his peers only made the thought more appealing-even if he no longer wished to continue the macabre dance of his kind.

"Tempting though it is to stop by a clinic, I do believe these days some paperwork is required." His lips curled at the idea of having to conform to such a lowly measure. After all, vampirically speaking he was essentially royalty. In Nova Scotia, there was no doubt that he was the eldest vampire, and on the North American continent, he knew of less than a dozen vampires that could claim four centuries of life. To say the least, it annoyed him to have to follow rules created by his 'cattle'

"Prowl if you like, short of a breach of the Six Traditions. I shall seek Torpor until this evening." Xavier finally recognized his use of older vampiric terms.

Torpor for one referring to his kinds deathlike imitation of sleep, it wasn't necessary but it conserved energy and allowed fantasy and memory to blend into something between a dream and a nightmare. As for the Six Traditions, those were once the ironclad laws of the vampire race concerning: Secrecy, Absolution of Dominion, the Right to Sire, Managing Progeny, Hospitality, and Destroying Fellow Vampires. With that Xavier lazily waltzed towards the door, but stopped to make one announcement.

"Actually, short of the Fifth (Hospitality) feel free to manage any potential complaints as my proxy. Any vagabond that dares to enter my realm without presenting themselves unto me, I shall punish them personally. Should you get the urge, I'll allow you two more of my herd. Two, and two alone, Nicholas. One for each of you. Lest I remind you..." he said, with a rather deep and almost guttural tone, far more so than usual.

Nicholas would have, if he was not restrained by his loyalty to his lord, would have more likely than not already have torn off, attempting to coat the streets of Bear Point in blood, literally painting the town red. As it was, Xavier's words of restraint managed to actually have some effect on the sadistic Vampire. Even though the mention of only one slaughter in a decade gave him no small sense of disappointment, he missed the 40's, he could get away with large amounts of murder then and hardly anybody gave it a second thought... For a few years at least.

He was aware that he was being given a small amount of freedom on his leash here. He gave a theatrical bow as his master walked out of the room, and gave it one last look over, 'perhaps simple murder shall have to substitute for slaughter, it would seem that I shall have to make due with the drippings then' Nicholas thought to himself and sighed with mock depression before himself exiting the building, and taking in a draught of crisp morning air. He wouldn't indulge his lust for bloodshed just yet, he was aware that he was given only a small lease to fill his gut for killing, so he would reserve them for any...Interlopers that were meddling in his lord's affairs. After all, until the evening he was acting not just as his right hand but now fully in his stead. There were some benefits to being the Vampire lords confidante.

As time had passed after Nicholas, and Xavier had abandoned the recent murder victims house, leaving Luke to do whatever it is that he wished, time had passed for the rest of the people in Bear Point. It was around noon on a Friday morning by now, as life in Bear Point had sprung to life, albeit not very many people spent their days in the small port town. And if they did, it was the locals as many people went out of town half the time, leaving it rather empty aside from the few that didn't exactly hate this reclused town tucked away on the coast of Canada.