Post by nickolai on Aug 14, 2009 1:21:21 GMT -5
Character Name: Nickolai Frances Rochelli
Age, both physical and literal: forever 18, ( 111 )
Species: Wild Vampire
Physical Appearance: Zac Efron
He is about 5'7 in height and is very athletically built since he had become a vampire in the later part of January in 1898. He has dark brown hair that only comes down to his ears, he used to have dark brown eyes, but now they have become a sort of reddish pinkish color.
Basic Personality- Has experience and background in the Militia, has a soft spot for women, Strong willed man that will fight to the death for what he wants, Nickolai has a caring side that is only seen when he's involved with children or women, he doesn't like other gentlemen that treat women with disrespect. Nickolai, in this point of his eternal life is also learning about how to change, even though he had been turned not too long ago, he's still having difficulties in finding himself in today's society. He lingers between both not wanting to be hostile towards humans, and trying hard not to drink their blood. He's very gentle in one respect that way, taking only the ones who are at their times' end, and leaving the healthy humans alone.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes the taste of human blood, but is slowly trying to become a vegetarian, likes being around female humans,
dislikes; doesn't like being outdone by other vampires, hates the thought of losing the one that he loves, wishes that he hadn't been turned into the monster that he is today.
Extras: Nickolai is just extremely fast because of the vampire speed.
Background/Character History: Nickolai was a Spanish military man who was born in Spain in 1880 and lived there amongst the Spaniards until his father was sent to war in 1898. Nickolai wasn't the only child in his family, he had three other brothers and only two sisters, Pénélope, Rosa, Carlos, Juan, Miguel, whole all lived in the same home as did his parents Mario Rochelli and Georgina "Gina" Rochelli.
Nickolai died when he was 18 years old, when he had been shot in the chest by another officer from the other side, while he had been patrolling for his other comrades. There had been a siege that had taken place, while Nickolai had been watching the ridges for any signs of intruders, and had found himself incapable of coming away from it, only to be shot in the heart, from which the shock of the bullet had had just enough time to try and take his life away, but during this fateful time a man from the other side came and grabbed him by his uniform's collar and pulled him away from his group to finish him off, the only problem was that that man wasn't a human, he was a vampire.
The other man that had taken Nickolai away was an American named, Dimitri Patterson. Dimitri wanted what a majority of the other American's were searching for during this war, they wanted to put the Spaniards in their own place, and in doing Dimitri figured that he would start by finishing off what his own gun couldn't. Dimitri decided to take Nickolai's life into his own hands, by turning him into a vampire just like he was. For Dimitri, this became an evil plot to take over the Spaniards campsite. First he would place his newly turned vampire against all the rest of his own comrades. And then he would watch the destruction from across the field, that way he would know how his plan turned out. Dimitri knew exactly where to find the Spaniards hideout, because he had been scouting them out for quite sometime now. He carried the dead body along with him, and placed Nickolai right inside one of the brown tents that were in the forest hideout.
Dimitri wandered away, knowing that shortly Nickolai would be waking up in a rage so powerful that no one would know what had hit them. As soon as Dimitri had walked away, and when the pain finally subsided from having been turned, Nickolai awoke in a blind panic. His mind was having so many thoughts of hunger, while the rest of his mind was enthralled with the scent of fresh blood.
Nickolai couldn't stand it, too much blood outside was causing him to go insane, and the thought of being near it was so mouth watering he didn't know what to do but to avenge his newly found instincts. Firstly, he ripped his tent to shreds, his body was being attacked by all of these new scents so much that he couldn't think straight, all he thought of was the hunger, and how much blood there was right in front of him. With the speed of light he was on his first victim within a nano second, and then the next and the next. He didn't slow down until he had murdered every single last one of those men who had been .., well sleeping at the time, but now they would remain six feet under the ground.
Nickolai found himself barreling through the war with that hunger, that wouldn't quite or leave him alone until he had been finally sated. A walk of shame wouldn't have cured how much pain he had felt during those first few weeks, and nor would the years to come.
Nickolai has traveled from way over in Spain to coming here to America, still searching for the damned American who had made his own life a living and un-breathing hellfest. Since he had been chased out of Spain, he had to find somewhere else to live, or more than likely a place where he wasn't going to be chased out by anyone who knew of vampires and wanted him deader than a doornail. With Nickolai's intelligence, he found himself taking a plan into New York state, and he found himself a job there, of course he had to change his own name because of the possibility of someone from the Americas' knowing who he really was.
( Sorry about my language, I'm only using those words for drama.., LOL )
Nickolai has moved several times over the years in search of that man that had turned him, but even while he searched he kept learning of new ways of living; especially where he could get his food. Living in the forest most of the times when he felt threatened, he would drink blood of humans that became lost, to drink his fill in order to make it at least a week. He attempted at best to drink blood of animals, it was hard at first.., but he's been trying every so often to keep drinking the blood of animals until he could find a great source of humans.
Even with all of the moving, Nickolai finally was told about a place where the sun hardly shined and it rained A LOT. Nickolai really couldn't believe that there was finally a place where he didn't have to keep to the forest and mountains, that he could actually be out in the dimly light area and run around and be free. Well that's not exactly what he thought when he raced off towards Forks, Washington. Nickolai took one look at that place and couldn't help but smile at what was in front of him, those people at the restaurant surely knew how to explain things about where he could finally be able to settle down.
Role Play Example: 400 word minimum.
How long must I endure this torture of the early morning trains, running down the train tracks across the tops of the nearest buildings? Nickolai thought to himself while he at least tried to rest peacefully, seeing how he wasn't getting much rest from hearing those damn trains every time in the morning at 5am. Why was it that humans needed to make trains run at that early in the morning? Didn't they know that it was one of the worst possible things to do especially to a restless vampire? Apparently they figured that running the trains at that time wouldn't bother anyone, that they would be already awake and not doing nothing but sleeping.
Nickolai sat up upon the black love seat that was seated across from the wide window. This had been going on for way to damn long, now was not the time though to be getting angry, well not that the humans in the other apartments hadn't heard him yelling at the trains; they all knew it quite well.
Nickolai glanced towards the now rumbling ceiling and he started to shake his head. When was it supposed to get better? and he meant about everything, even though everyone who actually even looked at his life at this point in time would have said that he had it all. This apartment wasn't even a drop in the bucket compared to the car that he drove, or the furniture that he had displayed in the apartment; nor was the down payment that he had to pay a month or so to live here, none of this compared to the life that he was missing from way back when he was living in Spain.
Nickolai rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, hoping to ease some of the tension that was bringing itself back into the creases of his marble-like skin. This wasn't good, and it wasn't going to be getting any better if he didn't stop thinking about home, plus here, being here in this building it was like a home away from the other home so why should he being feeling so irritated?
Nickolai finally brought himself away from those depressing thoughts and stood, still staring through the window that only showed a reflection that showed a rugged looking young man who had seen better days in the military. If this was to be his end, well he meant as well live it to the fullest, seeing how he hadn't done it right the first time.
word count.., 430
Age, both physical and literal: forever 18, ( 111 )
Species: Wild Vampire
Physical Appearance: Zac Efron
He is about 5'7 in height and is very athletically built since he had become a vampire in the later part of January in 1898. He has dark brown hair that only comes down to his ears, he used to have dark brown eyes, but now they have become a sort of reddish pinkish color.
Basic Personality- Has experience and background in the Militia, has a soft spot for women, Strong willed man that will fight to the death for what he wants, Nickolai has a caring side that is only seen when he's involved with children or women, he doesn't like other gentlemen that treat women with disrespect. Nickolai, in this point of his eternal life is also learning about how to change, even though he had been turned not too long ago, he's still having difficulties in finding himself in today's society. He lingers between both not wanting to be hostile towards humans, and trying hard not to drink their blood. He's very gentle in one respect that way, taking only the ones who are at their times' end, and leaving the healthy humans alone.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes the taste of human blood, but is slowly trying to become a vegetarian, likes being around female humans,
dislikes; doesn't like being outdone by other vampires, hates the thought of losing the one that he loves, wishes that he hadn't been turned into the monster that he is today.
Extras: Nickolai is just extremely fast because of the vampire speed.
Background/Character History: Nickolai was a Spanish military man who was born in Spain in 1880 and lived there amongst the Spaniards until his father was sent to war in 1898. Nickolai wasn't the only child in his family, he had three other brothers and only two sisters, Pénélope, Rosa, Carlos, Juan, Miguel, whole all lived in the same home as did his parents Mario Rochelli and Georgina "Gina" Rochelli.
Nickolai died when he was 18 years old, when he had been shot in the chest by another officer from the other side, while he had been patrolling for his other comrades. There had been a siege that had taken place, while Nickolai had been watching the ridges for any signs of intruders, and had found himself incapable of coming away from it, only to be shot in the heart, from which the shock of the bullet had had just enough time to try and take his life away, but during this fateful time a man from the other side came and grabbed him by his uniform's collar and pulled him away from his group to finish him off, the only problem was that that man wasn't a human, he was a vampire.
The other man that had taken Nickolai away was an American named, Dimitri Patterson. Dimitri wanted what a majority of the other American's were searching for during this war, they wanted to put the Spaniards in their own place, and in doing Dimitri figured that he would start by finishing off what his own gun couldn't. Dimitri decided to take Nickolai's life into his own hands, by turning him into a vampire just like he was. For Dimitri, this became an evil plot to take over the Spaniards campsite. First he would place his newly turned vampire against all the rest of his own comrades. And then he would watch the destruction from across the field, that way he would know how his plan turned out. Dimitri knew exactly where to find the Spaniards hideout, because he had been scouting them out for quite sometime now. He carried the dead body along with him, and placed Nickolai right inside one of the brown tents that were in the forest hideout.
Dimitri wandered away, knowing that shortly Nickolai would be waking up in a rage so powerful that no one would know what had hit them. As soon as Dimitri had walked away, and when the pain finally subsided from having been turned, Nickolai awoke in a blind panic. His mind was having so many thoughts of hunger, while the rest of his mind was enthralled with the scent of fresh blood.
Nickolai couldn't stand it, too much blood outside was causing him to go insane, and the thought of being near it was so mouth watering he didn't know what to do but to avenge his newly found instincts. Firstly, he ripped his tent to shreds, his body was being attacked by all of these new scents so much that he couldn't think straight, all he thought of was the hunger, and how much blood there was right in front of him. With the speed of light he was on his first victim within a nano second, and then the next and the next. He didn't slow down until he had murdered every single last one of those men who had been .., well sleeping at the time, but now they would remain six feet under the ground.
Nickolai found himself barreling through the war with that hunger, that wouldn't quite or leave him alone until he had been finally sated. A walk of shame wouldn't have cured how much pain he had felt during those first few weeks, and nor would the years to come.
Nickolai has traveled from way over in Spain to coming here to America, still searching for the damned American who had made his own life a living and un-breathing hellfest. Since he had been chased out of Spain, he had to find somewhere else to live, or more than likely a place where he wasn't going to be chased out by anyone who knew of vampires and wanted him deader than a doornail. With Nickolai's intelligence, he found himself taking a plan into New York state, and he found himself a job there, of course he had to change his own name because of the possibility of someone from the Americas' knowing who he really was.
( Sorry about my language, I'm only using those words for drama.., LOL )
Nickolai has moved several times over the years in search of that man that had turned him, but even while he searched he kept learning of new ways of living; especially where he could get his food. Living in the forest most of the times when he felt threatened, he would drink blood of humans that became lost, to drink his fill in order to make it at least a week. He attempted at best to drink blood of animals, it was hard at first.., but he's been trying every so often to keep drinking the blood of animals until he could find a great source of humans.
Even with all of the moving, Nickolai finally was told about a place where the sun hardly shined and it rained A LOT. Nickolai really couldn't believe that there was finally a place where he didn't have to keep to the forest and mountains, that he could actually be out in the dimly light area and run around and be free. Well that's not exactly what he thought when he raced off towards Forks, Washington. Nickolai took one look at that place and couldn't help but smile at what was in front of him, those people at the restaurant surely knew how to explain things about where he could finally be able to settle down.
Role Play Example: 400 word minimum.
How long must I endure this torture of the early morning trains, running down the train tracks across the tops of the nearest buildings? Nickolai thought to himself while he at least tried to rest peacefully, seeing how he wasn't getting much rest from hearing those damn trains every time in the morning at 5am. Why was it that humans needed to make trains run at that early in the morning? Didn't they know that it was one of the worst possible things to do especially to a restless vampire? Apparently they figured that running the trains at that time wouldn't bother anyone, that they would be already awake and not doing nothing but sleeping.
Nickolai sat up upon the black love seat that was seated across from the wide window. This had been going on for way to damn long, now was not the time though to be getting angry, well not that the humans in the other apartments hadn't heard him yelling at the trains; they all knew it quite well.
Nickolai glanced towards the now rumbling ceiling and he started to shake his head. When was it supposed to get better? and he meant about everything, even though everyone who actually even looked at his life at this point in time would have said that he had it all. This apartment wasn't even a drop in the bucket compared to the car that he drove, or the furniture that he had displayed in the apartment; nor was the down payment that he had to pay a month or so to live here, none of this compared to the life that he was missing from way back when he was living in Spain.
Nickolai rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, hoping to ease some of the tension that was bringing itself back into the creases of his marble-like skin. This wasn't good, and it wasn't going to be getting any better if he didn't stop thinking about home, plus here, being here in this building it was like a home away from the other home so why should he being feeling so irritated?
Nickolai finally brought himself away from those depressing thoughts and stood, still staring through the window that only showed a reflection that showed a rugged looking young man who had seen better days in the military. If this was to be his end, well he meant as well live it to the fullest, seeing how he hadn't done it right the first time.
word count.., 430