Nicolae Tepes
Name ~ Nicolae Tepes
Age~ 561
Born: November 12, 1431
Race/ Character Type ~ Vampire
Appearance ~
~ Physical ~ He is 5'11" tall, with shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. He is muscular, but lithe. His bloodline was blessed with the gift of beauty, with some, including Nicolae, becoming more attractive after they were turned.
~ Character ~ The air around him breathes seduction. He is very sensual and seductive, though not deliberately so. He is slow to anger, and he doesn't forgive. He can be cruel and heartless one moment and tender and kind the next. He is unpredictable.
Skills/Talents ~ He loves to sing and dance. He plays the violin well.
Strengths/ Merits ~
~ Slow to anger ~ Very hard to make him mad
~ Intelligence ~ Not as much book smarts as common sense
~ Ingenuity ~ Can figure things out, or figure out how things work, can also figure out how to copy or make things better
~ Magnetic Personality ~ Attracts people wherever he goes
~ Good leader
Flaws ~
~ Doesn't forgive
~ Unpredictable
~ Can be cruel and heartless
~ Hard for him to read or write
The Abilities ~
~ Seduction ~ Unconcious ability. This one is always on. It is an air of sensuality and seduction that can draw prey closer
~ Lust ~ When used to its full extent, it is pure physical lust
~ Memory Touch ~ Can recall a memory and touch someone. When he touches them, they relive the memory.
~ Ardour ~ Inspires lust, craving, and need in the prey, and in those around him who are telepathic. Used when he is about to feed or is hungry
~ Telepathy
~ Hypnosis ~ Can make others do things or change memories temporarily.
~ Mist ~ can change into a mist.
~ Can change into a large black wolf.
The Weaknesses ~
~ Death through fire, decapitation, or full dismemberment of body parts
~ Death through full loss of blood
~ Cannot cross running water
~ Fear/repelled by sacred items/holy objects
~ Needs to feed off of blood to survive
~ Needs to feed off lust to feed the ardour
~ Hypnosis is temporary, especially if it goes against the will of the person. Lycanthropes are immune
~ Lycanthrope bites severely weaken him
History/Background ~ Nicolae was born in Novermber of 1431 in the city of Sighisoara in Transylvania. He was the twin brother of Vlad III. Due to native superstition, he was sent to live with his uncle, a nobleman in France. On the way, his escort was killed. He was found hours later by an Italian bishop. The bishop took the young boy back to Rome with him, since Nicolae could not talk yet.
As he grew, it was immediately clear that the boy was not destined to be a monk. He was a warrior and while pious, enjoyed the pleasures the monks were forbidden. But there was more than one way to serve God. He was inducted into a secret Church society, dedicated to controlling the growing population of supernatural creatures.
On one hunting trip, Nicolae came face to face with his brother, now a vampire. Vlad Tepes bit Nicolae and turned him into a half-vampire. To become a full vampire, Nicolae would have to make his first kill. Nicolae refused to kill. He did not return to Rome, however. He settled in Transylvania with Vlad. They noticed how similar they appeared, and finally realized they were brothers. Vlad and Nicolae lived together for years, until Vlad's death at the hands of his mistress, Anna. Anna and Nicolae had fallen in love since they met years before. Nicolae assumed his brother's name and ruled in his place. At first, his reign was just. He and Anna were married.
Then another hunter was sent by Rome. The hunter killed Anna. Nicolae was infuriated. He vowed revenge on those that killed his beloved. Nicolae became a tyrant, killing monks especially. He had to leave Transylvania quickly after the peasants found out he was a vampire. He made his way slowly across the continent on a bloody killing spree. He arrives in Athlone in the cargo hold of a slave ship bound for the Americas.
( Okay, I'll start the RP. )
At long last the night's stillness was interrupted by the breathing of two things; first there were two creatures beating with life, and God's wrath fully lashed at what was a clear night's halo of a half moon. Under the circumstances of such change, this man resting ot the bar sipped his water again, still solid to embrace his own business without meandering into the affairs of the other two creatures. Focused to the bar, ignoring the potential threats, if not curiousity to others that may be either old or new to this vast tavern's array of life, He refused social complexity. Was it because of his inherent views of what beings in life had to offer? Perhaps... still one's view of the world often reflected the flaws or gifts of his own personality. Aside from the tender's stare as well and to someone else in the rafters to where most would think danger would lay, He uttered but a simple word to remark his own thought, whether of distaste or acceptance was best left to those that would just ask. "Rain..." was all he seemed to offer in his remark to the atmosphere outside. Under the detail of what was occurring in his life, He knew of what the rain brought with it. A simple release to wash all that was done in the past, all the while feeding what was to come in the future. "Tis such a wonderous tool..." He never shifted voluntarily, although he state of cripple had obviously managed to involutarily create spasms that should seed his dropping of the glass of water. It did not shatter, as there was no great distance between his lift of the object, that the finish of the bar's smooth surface. In result to his "let go", there was merely a lake of water, and a half empty glass that was saved. Oberservant of his mistake, He follows suit to respectfully use his own cloak to yield to the soak of such a fluid so that tender did not have to attend. He was sure there were greater deeds for the keep to seek. Cooly remaining still, not bargaining to trouble for food or refreshment again, He was not timid to anything but what dwelled inside. To others he seemed to be just an old man operating on little things, however, who said he was old...As dictated before, earlier in the story, this place stirred with an abundance of life that the earth seeded.To its doors. Aye even more so was this creature that decided to join the patrons this night. Aside from the lowly flesh in the rafter's, and the prying thoughts of another far stranger being, this other held a particular signifigance to Him, not because of who he was, but because of what he was.... a catling bent on seeking placement not far from his reach, or his disliking. However, one must admit to themselves that the power of compromise and understanding can and will overpower the ignorance of misjudgement. Was this the case of this scenario? Did the concepts of mind over matter, belittle the urge of instinct? Which was more powerful? With a formittable question to mind, the visage of this creature's stride made this man weep. As from the smother of darkness that shielded his face a painful sneer caressed what remained of his human lips. Why not tease the appetites of those that wish to remain silent in this Inn tonight? A bead of sweat, thick with moisture and frustration lapped his forehead, widdling through hairs to smite the bar's furnished surface. As his gaze still never lifted from the bar, his hands were blanketed to conceal the course veins pulsating underneath the frailty of his flesh. He was still in control of the other more prominent creature who stalks his humanity. Aye why is it that the peace of mind belonging to certain humans is still the prey of the predator? Despite his beckoning to remain silent, the old arthritis was in the process of being replaced by something feeding on his cerebral knowledge, awareness, and most of all his mortal call to pacifism. With silence now setting in, a familar scent of rain invades this man's lungs, returning him to himself. At the way he stood, his feet spaced four feet in spread, locked at the knees to support the stretch of his arm, He rippled in the return of pain. Through each joint, the futility to do what was done returned, as his weight collapsed, spilling his form to the earth. With a soft crippling thud, his limbs sheepishly taste gravity as did his body. Under the darkness that blotted his eyes, a sweet call of what was told him of a spring's night, a woman at side before a stranger of brown hair shot metal into his body, rending his carcuss what seemed to be lifeless. Then the image floated to the scent of a predator enslaving his younger self, chained as its fabled fangs soaked and slurpped his meat. Then the image faded, the rainbow of "pat, pitter, pat" drummed his mind, as the world of reality barked in rain meeting the outer shield of the Inn's hulk. Pushing himself high, while studdering in his movement, He uttered nothing once more but a simple breath. No apology, remorse or anger whimpered in words. There was just this man, crawling to the hearth, still entranced in his own world aside from anything else.