[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Nik, Nikki, Klaus

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] June 16th

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Muggle

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Heterosexual

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Male

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] London

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] Occupation:Owner of Dead Men and Sinners[break] Education Background: Highschool drop out[break] Wand:N/A [break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes:The open road, Rain, Blood,Women,sex[break] Dislikes:most people, this hunger that won’t go away, fancy words, staying in one place for too long, dishonesty[break] Strengths: Independence, Fighter (mostly good at dirty street fights), Loyal, mechanically skilled, with a motorcycle at least[break] Weaknesses:short temper, still a young vampire : doesn’t understand his skill set, blood lust is a bitch, out of touch with people, doesn’t trust most people[break] Overall Personality: rough.- Like his appearance Nik is a hard person to get into. He is a quite man who doesn’t tend to smile. He never saw life as something that was to be lived easily, and now life is just harder. His words are short, to the point and he doesn’t sugar coat anything. His militant father made sure that his son was brought up as “a man”. Niklaus was held to high expectations and not given much slack when he was younger. To rebel meant he would just have to face harsh consequences. So a child hood of strict curfew, little play made Niklaus a very rough, brooding person. Though when teen years came he rebelled with the only cause being to piss off his father. That turned into a life of getting in with the wrong people, and traveling according to his own set of rules that suited his already sour attitude.[break]
angry -Along with just being over all intimidating, Niklaus has always had anger issues. He would say it’s something he got from his father. He is actually, regrettably, very much his father’s son. Nik has always had a short fuse, unfortunately it seems to be just getting shorter these days. He would has bouts of anger, mostly being destructive because of it. of course he always focused the punches on inanimate objects, breaking fingers more than once because of it.[break]
skeptical - trust is a hard thing for Nik to find. He tends to see the worst in people before anything else. This is another reason he is short with people. Never let them into your head, don’t give them anything to work with and they can’t hurt you. Nice people are the ones he watches very closely. He is convinced that if someone is being nice they want something from you and Nikki won’t give unless he sees fit. [break]
loyal- if someone happens to get through the whole tough guy thing then they will find that Nik is actually painfully loyal to people he calls friends, though he never had more than a hand full of those. It was a long hard, battle to get into Niklaus’ inner circle. Obviously if there was ever any wavering in trust there would be hell to pay.
To betray Nik means that a person was cast out from his life, fully and completely, though not before he let them know what a bad decision it was to even think about betrayal. This is where assault charges came from. [break]
This includes the woman he chooses to make something serious. This has only happened twice the more resent being with a lovely Romanian woman. Unfortunately she met an untimely end, and that left him with a whole in his chest that he isn’t willing to try and fill again.[break]
Distant – This was something that has gotten worse with the last eight years. Nik isn’t used to his bloodlust, probably never will be. He doesn’t want to fight the hunger, and more often than not, doesn’t. He just doesn’t want to hurt those he is loyal to. At the moment, luckily that is no one. He had one person but this whole being a vampire thing completely ruined that.
[break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Lev Alvang, Who cares?, Muggle, Father[break] • Sasha Alvang, Who Cares?, Muggle, Mother[break] Birth Place: Kiev, Ukraine[break] Overall History: Growing up was more like boot camp for Niklaus. His father was a very strict straight laced man. He was told that a man must be strong and there was no bullshit. He had to be able to protect himself and his family ,there was no time for weakness. Time and time again that fact of life was reinforced.[break]

His mother was actually a shocking partner for his father. She was small, almost mousy, a soft spoken woman. She was caring and would try to baby her son, of course the strength that was her husband would counter the nourishing that she wanted to instill in Nikki. [break]

During his elementary school years he was mostly home schooled because of his father’s position in the military they moved from one place to another often. In middle school he was finally put into a public school when they were back in their home town .His grades were stellar, only because getting homework in on time wasn’t a struggle for the boy, though he found it hard to make friends. Most of the kids found him too serious and not a whole lot of fun. It was strange for Nik he had never been around so many…children. He wasn’t used to kids his age. Yes he had friends before, but they were all kids from the bases. [break]

The awkwardness of early teens wasn’t made any easier with growth spurts and his voice changing. Not to mention the people he seemed to like would disappear for no good reason. When high school came about his parents figured that sports would be a good way to help him out with the friends problem. baseball was first but he hated sitting on the bench most of the time. In the end nothing was found the rage of being forced to be this perfect thing was building. He had started to misbehave, skipping classes, hanging out with the wrong people and getting into all the wrong things. [break]

Something that interested him more than school was motorcycles. Of course his father was nothing but cross at how his son was acting. It was unacceptable. What about his future? Nik wanted nothing to do with that argument it was dumb. Kiev was not a place that held any sort of future for him. This he was sure of. There was a shift in the counter culture of his Ukrainian city and it was endlessly calling the boy to turn his attention to all that the metal and leather had to offer.[break]

Rolling Anarchy was now his new home. The gang was perfect there was hardly a structure but there were people who gathered because of their love of the bike, the road and the freedom of life. Everything was perfect for young man. He wasn’t attached to anything, he lost ties with his father, only writing his mother every now and again apologizing for leaving her behind. Sure he had no home, no job, but he had gotten good at steeling what he needed. For sleep he would find abandoned buildings or when worse came to worse an ally way. He had his bike, and that was really all he needed. [break]

Then he was thrust into an entire world he had no idea existed, but suddenly a lot more made sense to him. The night was cold, fresh snow was dancing down to the ground. Damn was he under dressed for it. Luckily Nik had found a broken basement window for a closed down retail shop. First he had to make sure his bike was safe, in the ally way hidden behind cardboard and covered with a ratty blanket he found earlier that day and then he squeezed through the window. The broken glass snagging on his sleeve ripping and then cutting into his skin. [break]

The place was creepy. He found a corner that was good enough to curl up and hopefully survive the frigid night. His eye lids were heavy when he learned the unfortunate fact that he wasn’t alone. A woman jumped at him, snarling. Niklaus tried his best to put up a fight but there was no contest. The next thing he knew was waking up and feeling like hell. [break]

“Good you survived.” The woman hissed. ”Eat…” she commanded throwing a dirty boy in front of Nik. He simply stared down at the boy who was cowering and bleeding in front of him. He smelled amazing, a pain stabbing in Niklaus’ gut.
“Eat or you will die….” Her voice snapped at him. Nik obeyed attacking this….child that was in front of him. His first kill, the poor thing had to be no older than 12. So this was his life now. Kill to survive, roam at night. All of it came easier than he thought it was. He had no qualms about giving into his blood lust, luckily he had a habit of being distant to people. [break]

The only thing that changed for the man was traveling at night. His ride brought him to Romania, a festival was going on. The bonfires music dancing was not something that would normally draw him, but the glow of that fire on skin, the smell of people, it was lovely. It made him hungry, and that was intention to feed. Instead he found a woman that took him by his heart. It was something he didn’t even know was possible. [break]
He got caught up in her companionship, they spent the nights together riding, loving, being together. He was able to quell his need for blood when he was around her but he couldn’t hold back all night. He would leave to feed and hide for the day, never saying a word about why. She would try her best to drag answers out of him but Nik didn’t have the heart. He was scared to be judged, to be left by the nly person he had ever felt this bond with. [break]

When Angel finally had enough it was a shock. She left without a word and it was safe to say that Niklaus was hurt. It hit hard he felt betrayed. Nik is more closed off than he used to be along with detached from the fact that he feeds so freely. Alone again Nik traveled across Europe letting the wind and road guide him this world that was a secret for most of his life being reviled more and more and damn he was not expecting all of it. Nik has hit England with not much of a clue of where to go from there.[break]

On a cool night in a park in London Nik ran into Angel. At first they were both shocked that one another was there. He had no idea what to say and she seemed to shake like a leaf. Nik stood and talked to her, they re kindled the love that they had for each other. Angel left him that night with hope that somehow things would work out and Niklaus promised that he would do whatever he had to make it work.[break]

Waiting around to see Angel was driving Niklaus crazy. So crazy it seemed that he forgot his own limitations on feeding. Normally Nik stuck to the homeless and strung out. One night he snatched up a pretty brunette. The first time she was saved by some jerk with a magic stick. He was knocked against a building and the woman got away. Niklaus managed to get up and chase the two. He caught the man, leaving him for dead in an ally way. [break]

He couldn't stand that he had let someone get away. Naturally the thing to do was stalk the girl. That is what Niklaus did, for a week. Until he managed to get her alone again. This time she managed to get herself free. Nik was flung against a brick wall again. The woman dashed to a pub. He fallowed her but it was crowded. After that he lost her and hasn't managed to find her sense. [break]

That little adventure took up enough time for Angel to get back in contact with Nik. They met each other and had a talk to air out all the secrets. Niklaus told Angel he was a vampire and she took it surprisingly well. She had a secret of her own, Angel was a witch. Now she is trying to live with a vampire as a boyfriend and he is learning more than he cares to about the world he belongs to. Nik even recently ran into a ware wolf and one of his own kind. It's all a little overwhelming. [break]

Nik and Angel struggled to get their scheduled together. One morning Angel through open the curtains to her room at Hogwarts. She had been sneaking him into the castle ever morning and letting him sleep there as she did her job. The sun spilled in and over Nik. He hissed in pain and hid under the bed. That night Angel apologized over and over again. Nik let her know that it was truly okay, his burns were already healing. Of course they would be gone if he had been feeding like he should have been, but he was trying to trust that Angel would find a way for him to feed without killing.One thing was for sure, Angel couldn't keep up with the schedule of teaching and him. Surprisingly she chose him. Together they decided to open a bar that would cater to the bikers and nightlife that brought them together in the first place. [break]

Angel had been letting him feed from her. Nik never liked the idea that he was taking from her. He could see how it was making her week. Nik was always careful but that night he didn't stop on time. Niklaus panicked, he had no idea what else to do. A life was his was not a life that Angel would ever want and he hadn't the first clue on how to change her, so he ran. Nik ran and didn't look back at the body he left there. Nik took some time to drive and nothing more. He needed to be away from London, where he had drained the life from the one person he loved. Eventually the bar called back to him. He couldn't just leave it to crumble. [break][break] THE PLAYER[break][break] Age:[break] Time Zone: Mountain. [break] Anything Else? ADMIN EDIT[break][break] Roleplay Sample: England was….okay. Nik was still on the fence with how he felt here. It was different from his home country. Less….dark? He had no clue. There were so many people packed in this place. It was overwhelming honestly. Nik was up early, right after the sun dipped down below the horizon he was sneaking out of the back door of an old empty house he broke the lock on the night before. [break]

Niklaus preferred staying in houses. More room, safer for his baby. His bike was the only thing that was a constant in his life. Really he took better care of it than he did himself. It was a nice night at least, warm for the winter. The perfect night to ride. With jeans that had seen better days a simple tee shirt, his leather jacket and black docks Nik was ready and driving of. He had no idea where anything was, the country was new. Firs thing was first, he was hungry.[break]

It was a short stop. He found a bum on a corner, no one would miss him. That was how it tended to go in new places. He would start with people who no one would take a second look into if they were missing. The longer he was in one area the more reckless he got. After his bloodlust was quelled it was time to figure out what else to do for the rest of the night.[break]

For the first time ever he was on a small land mass. He couldn’t just ride until he couldn’t anymore. Something inside him was a little tired of the wanderlust that liked to pull at him day and night. More like the need for companionship was taking over. Angel left him broken and Nik was beginning to understand that there wasn’t going to be a simple way to put himself back together. It looked like he would at least scope out the people that were around, maybe someone would catch his eye. He could hope, at least he was being optimistic. [break]

His bike thundered down the road as he scanned for a place to stop. A park came up to his right. That would be as a good of a place as any. The other option was a pub. Though pubs were more often dark and smoky, Nik would always love the open air more. He pulled up to a parking spot next to another bike. At lest there were some people around with similar taste.[break]

Walking was calming, but there were a lot more people at this park than he was expecting. He would have to concentrate more than normal on staying calm, not letting the beast that was his hunger get too excited. [break]

Dark eyes scanned the people around him, there was plenty to choose from. This was different than hunting though, he was more critical when it came to people he was going to spend time with. Dark hair, female, on the bench. Seemed safe enough. [break]
He walked up to the bench with light steps, despite his boots. It was a small perk of being a vampire. “Hello, mind if I join you?” His Slavic accent mixing in with his words, giving them a harsh edge. His eyes started at her own boots, maybe she had the bike and went up. There was a pull at his chest. This was familure.
Her face, no. This was ridiculous. He couldn’t be seeing ghosts too. Logically it was her. Emotionally he was a mess. “An…Angel….” The name sliding from his mouth, thick, heavy…longing.
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