Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
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POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 18:08:22 GMT -5 ♔
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once more into the fray...into the last good fight i'll ever know. live and die on this day, live and die on this day His feet ached. How long had he been walking? The scenery started to blend together after a while, his pupils dilated, his eyes refusing to focus. Everything around him was just a green blur, really, varying in size from large to small depending on the foliage he was making his way through. Thud. Well-worn leather boots scuffled against the ground. One foot in front of the other. That was all he could focus on. If he just kept walking... ... Nikolai should have seen the ambush coming. Had it happened during any other time, he probably would have. But the Lurkers had struck when he was deeply ensconced in the dark recesses of his psyche, back bared, scourge slick with crimson and thirsty for redemption. When they struck, he was vulnerable. Not only in body but in mind, and it was a small wonder he had managed to grab his sword and establish a defense. They hit and he hit back, albeit due to his state there was a lot more struggle from the former knight than normal. Fangs and teeth met their mark repeatedly, and for a few brief beats it seemed as if this would be how he would go out. Fitting for someone of his nature, to be snuffed out suddenly and without fanfare. His sharply honed instincts won out in the end though, and he plunged his sword into the beasts' head and gut until the creatures stopped moving. Silence rushed in and surrounded him, only to be broken suddenly, his ears ringing. It took Nikolai a while to realize he was screaming, chest heaving for breath. He simply stood there for a while, trying to calm down and regain his senses. He had enough of his wits about him to hastily shove his supplies into his knapsack and sling the bag over his bruised shoulder, hissing as it settled against the lash marks on his back...And then started walking. It was probably reflexive auto-pilot that carried him all the way out to Gavril's shrine. ... The Silver clansman was a vision in red, shirtless and bloodstained. Not all of the life fluid was his own, the thick ichor of monster blood also staining his skin, slacks, and boots...But there were enough wounds, both self-inflicted and otherwise, to make the guess that most of it belonged to the ex-aristocrat. His inherent self-healing had been mending his body just enough to keep him from collapsing due to weakness and blood loss, but as time passed it was becoming harder and harder to remain upright. Head lolling on his shoulders, he blinked hazily in the direction of the sound of crackling fire. He had to be close now, right? "H..." His soft voice croaked, but whatever he had intended to say was snuffed out as his balanced wavered, and he tipped forward to land with a bodily thud on the ground. coded by Mura of KXK
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 17:42:06 GMT -5 ♔
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once more into the fray...into the last good fight i'll ever know. live and die on this day, live and die on this day As far as cities went, Lilla wasn't one of the higher ranked places for Nikolai to seek work. But after walking for who knows how long, he was looking forward to bartering for somewhere to hunker down and sleep for a little while. It was simply a matter of finding someone who needed the kind of help that Nikolai could provide. Whether that was manual labor or the use of his sword arm, the former knight really didn't care. So long as it was honest work and earned him enough for food and shelter, he would do almost anything. Sadly, a place like Lilla needed that caveat -- almost anything -- for over the course of his long life, he had to turn down more than a few questionable deals within the purple city. Nostrils flaring, he inhaled deeply and let it out in a low sigh, adjusting the weight of his pack on his perpetually sore back. It was a delicate balance, finding a good way to hold the bag against the hidden lash marks along his spine, but Nikolai wasn't one to complain. He simply carried on as he always did. Well-worn leather boots thudded against the stone pathway as he steeled himself to enter the city proper. As always this place was bustling with activity, and many a proposition went ignored as he wove his way through the crowd, until he managed to reach the city's center. Here, at least, away from the reaching grasp of the Brothel, Nikolai could seek the sort of work he was suited for. With a shift of his weight from one foot to the other, he slid his bag off his shoulder and rested it on the ground next to him after approaching one of the bounty/work boards. Brilliant blue eyes narrowing some as perused the offerings. Only vaguely aware of a presence nearby, possibly doing the same thing as he was. Free hand raised, he rubbed at his chin, casting a sidelong glance towards the individual for a half-beat, before he regarded the posted bounties again. "Any luck today, friend?" His soft voice lilted slightly -- not a statement of recognition, no, just a curious inquiry in an attempt to make conversation. After all, sometimes the best kinds of jobs came from speaking with people. coded by Mura of KXK
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
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POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 20:45:44 GMT -5 ♔
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once more into the fray...into the last good fight i'll ever know. live and die on this day, live and die on this day Moo.The distinct sound jolted Nikolai awake, his lean body startling into a sit, right hand flying to his side, where his sword sheath would be had he not hung it up on the fence. Blinking rapidly, it took a few moments for reality to set in. Right. He had stopped in at Zold, and ended up helping a family with some routine repairs. They insisted on offering a room, but Nikolai, being so stubborn, only consented to borrowing a spot on the floor in the stable. A soft huff flared his nostrils, one slender hand reaching out to pat the cow that had come to investigate this strange human sleeping with them. "Good morning," His voice lilted quietly, moving to wipe at his face. "Good afternoon, you mean, son. 'Bout time you woke up," Mr. Novak called from the entrance of the barn, where the man was doing some tidying. The correction was enough for the former knight to startle all over again, lithe frame rapidly moving to stand, habitually ignoring the complaint of overworked muscles and stretched stitches. "Forgive me, I did not mean to sleep in so--""Simmer down kid, you worked for what, twelve hours straight yesterday? You earned a long sleep."Any protest he had was quickly rebuffed. So he resigned himself to washing up and listening to the old man chatter about the day's going ons. When he asked where Mrs. Novak was, he couldn't help but perk at the explanation there was a charity event going on. That pretty much settled what he was going to do for the rest of the day. After bidding his old host farewell, he hit the road by foot, intent to make his way towards the city square. Given the fact that it was such a long trek, as he drew nearer to his destination, he stopped by a nearby stream to tidy himself up. Tousling his fingers through his long white hair and splashing some cool water on his face to make sure he didn't look like a complete mess. Straightening up his tunic and coat, he brushed off his pants and then slid one hand underneath his shirt awkwardly for a quick bandage check along his back. All dry, all good. Right, time to face civilization. The party seemed to be in full swing by the time he reach the town center, tons of people gathered around and enjoying the festivities. Pale lips pursed slightly, the barest hints of a smile curling the corners of his mouth upwards. It was always nice to see people celebrating life and helping others, instead of dwelling on violence and exploitation. His well-worn boots clicked softly against the ground as he walked, pausing for a moment by one of the donation trays to drop what few gems he had on him into the bin. Money meant very little to him nowadays, he bartered more often than not. Inhaling deeply, he gave a small, careful stretch and carried on. There was a circle of people dancing, and while Nikolai didn't partake of it himself, he could appreciate the thought in an awkward, detached sort of way. His head tilted to the side slightly as brilliant blue eyes took in the activities, only for his body to tense some as he was jostled against. The woman had already straightened before he could move to steady her, so he simply nodded. One thin brow arched as he peered down at the young woman...Listening as she addressed one of the children. It really wasn't his place, but out of his concern for others, Nikolai couldn't help but interject. "Perhaps you ought to sit for a while then, miss. Or have something to drink. All this dancing is bound to work up a thirst. Dehydration can lead to dizziness, though I am sure the, hmm, spinning does not help either." coded by Mura of KXK
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 0:17:21 GMT -5 ♔
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 13, 2015 23:44:03 GMT -5 ♔
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Nikolai && AlexanderSo!! These two. They seem to have similar temperaments, at least regarding some things (like their status as silver clansmen). After all the crazy business with Arthur being killed and everything, Nikolai kind of took it as a personal blow and seen it as an inability to fulfill his duty and sorta exiled himself for a while. He's been wandering as a vagabond ever since, doing odd jobs here and there. It's possible that they could accidentally run into each other in a variety of ways, really, given both their occupations. And then it's like 'woah, you're still around, -silver brofist-' or whatever and... Interesting character interaction and development? It's somewhere to start, at least. uwu Maybe Nikolai could run into Alexander in the middle of tracking a bounty or some such?
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 3 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 19:58:13 GMT -5 ♔
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| 2/2 | HISTORY INVENTORY SKILLS ROLEPLAY SAMPLE |
THE WANDERING MARTYR LAWFUL NEUTRAL ● CLANSMAN ● SILVER CLAN History is a grand, multi-faceted tapestry, full of tons of intricate parts. Despite this, what stands out the most in the collective subconscious are large events. When a war happens, anything smaller than it gets washed away in the re-telling of grand, bloody battles. Thus it's not that surprising that the vast majority do not remember the Koske tragedy, but it's something Nikolai will never forget...
Born as a single heir to a wealthy family, Nikolai was blessed from a young age. Not only was he from rich parents, but he was a white male so to say he was privileged was an understatement. He grew up believing he was entitled to everything. Women, money, power. If he didn't have it, he wanted it, and if it wasn't handed to him naturally due to his social status, he pursued it vehemently until it became his. This thirst for everything the world could offer eventually lead him to join the military forces of his home town.
While the world had been a peaceful place during his earlier years, the discovery of the dresden slate set off a spark that slowly grew. This shift in political environment smelled of opportunity to Nikolai, the young man eager to prove himself and make his mark in the world. Thus using the influence and power of his family name, he maneuvered himself into the command of a small battalion. Though talented, Nikolai's arrogance would be his downfall.
What should have been a routine counter-attack, one of many his group had successfully pulled off, soon became something more dangerous. Nikolai, thirsty for fame and renown, pushed his men harder than necessary. Instead of letting their enemies simply fall back once they had the upper hand -- which was the normal routine, as the intent was to push them away from the borders they were protecting -- he decided to pursue them, rallying his troops to follow and deliver the killing blow. This didn't have the outcome Nikolai intended though, for he inadvertently lead his brethren into a trap, and while he was able to come out on top eventually...It was a hollow victory, built on the corpses of those who had trusted him.
At first, returning home to be praised, and having so many people tell him how lucky and brave he was, felt good. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, and the event faded from people's minds, Nikolai was left with his own thoughts and memories. The cries of his comrades asking for help, only to be cut down because he hesitated, not willing to risk himself for others. His natural instinct was to drown this guilt out with pursuing bigger, better, more exciting things, more fame, more fortune--but it wasn't enough.
The weight of guilt was so stifling that Nikolai had to resign his position and withdraw from society as a whole. He didn't know how to handle these new and strange feelings of regret and remorse. Had it not been for his meeting with Arthur, the Koske heir may have just faded away into the annals of time completely. But Arthur was the shining light that Nikolai needed, something to believe in. What the Silver Clan stood for was something that Nikolai could dedicate himself to upholding and protecting, all the better to make up for his past sins and negligence.
And so Nikolai committed himself, both to Arthur and to the clan, wholly and completely. It was this deep-seated loyalty that made the attack on the Silver Clan so devastating to Nikolai. While this time, it wasn't his fault, he still rationalized it that way, as an inability to protect even these new ideals and people that he had dedicated himself to. Wracked again by guilt, he pulled away again, unable to handle the idea of trying to support his clansmen if he was only going to fail them once more.
Imposing a sort of self-exile on himself, Nikolai became a vagabond, wandering aimlessly and doing his best to serve the standards of his clan while alone. Never allowing himself to be comfortable, he strives to uphold goodness as much as he can, despite all the darkness he knows lurks in his heart. | TIMELINE EARLY LIFE -Pampered aristocrat, trained in various things
AGE 19 -Joined the local military
AGE 20 -Granted command of his own troops through political shenanigens. -Later in the year, gets all his troops killed because really, he's too arrogant for his own good. Withdraws from his position/society.
AGE 21 -Meets Arthur, joins the Silver Clan
AGE 22 -The attack on the silver clan happens. Upon Arthur's Slaying, withdraws and becomes a wandering vagabond for the ensuing centuries. |
» SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE- MOTHER: Annette Koske - 34 - Deceased
- FATHER: Viktor Koske - 58 - Deceased
» INVENTORYCourt Sword One of the only pieces of his personal history that he carries with him everywhere. This is the court sword awarded to him after his battalion's fateful battle. It has an intricate, ivory-engraved hilt, and a brilliantly sharp blade that Nikolai maintains regularly. | Scourge A wicked leather cat-o-ninetails that can inflict severe damage on bare skin. Albeit...Nikolai mostly uses this as an implement of self-torture rather than an offensive weapon, and thus the only blood it spills is his own. | First Aid Kit A simple pack of wound care items, including bandages and salves. Just enough for him to patch up any 'accidental' wounds. | Supplies Cache A well-hidden cache of supplies that Nikolai moves in the wilds on a semi-regular basis. It holds all the things that he can't carry with him regularly but refuses to pawn or sell for one reason or another. Mostly consists of his full suit of armor, and extra rations and first aid supplies. |
» SKILLSSelf-Healing/increased stamina While most regard healing as a means to seal wounds and ease pain, Nikolai, over the years, has honed this ability of the Silver Clan to allow him to take more punishment. His self-healing is slow and gradual, and thus will not immediately close wounds -- however, it allows him to keep moving or fighting while dealing with heightened levels of bloodloss and strain, which would otherwise render an individual unconscious. | Gravity Manipulation: Zero-G Utilizing the aura of his clan, Nikolai can temporarily negate his own gravitational weight, so to speak, allowing him to operate as if he were in zero-g. Thus when this power is activated he can achieve heightened levels of agility, speed, and precision of movement, no matter how encumbered he may be in reality. It's perfect for pulling stunts while in full plate-mail. |
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Once an overly haughty aristocrat, the experiences of life have worn Nikolai down. Now he's a man on a mission to do all the good he can in the world, to offset the perceived sins of his past. Since he has lost touch with his fellow silver clansman, he is an aimless wanderer, doing what odd jobs he can to help others out, and refusing everything but the bare minimum to live with. While he is rather withdrawn regarding himself and his past, he is very dedicated and loyal to others, willing to be a sympathetic ear or whatever else they might need at any given time.
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | Twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 3 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 19:57:11 GMT -5 ♔
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THE WANDERING MARTYR TWENTY-TWO ● MALE ● BLE » ALIASElya, Luka » SEXUALITYCloseted, though skewing towards demisexual » ALIGNMENTLawful Neutral » POSITIONSilver Clan, Clansman Nikolai identifies as a silver clansman first and foremost above anything else. After the tragedy he was involved in, it is this standard of duty he pushes himself to uphold that helps maintain his sanity and keeps him living. Therefore, he is superbly loyal and will go above and beyond to fulfill orders. The Silver King, and all members of the clan, are viewed as closer than family, and he will do anything to protect them. » THE LIKESFighting the 'good fight', giving back to the community, his brethren and comrades, volunteer work, repaying debts and seeking absolution » THE LOATHESDiscussing his past, drawing attention to himself, lapsing into his 'old self' and giving into pride, showing weakness, unnecessary praise » OCCUPATION(S)VagabondAfter the attack on Arthur and the scattering of the clan to the four winds, Nikolai has been unable to really settle down anywhere. His true calling, serving the King and furthering the clans' ideals, isn't something he can do alone. So he holds himself to his personal code of honor, wandering Raduga and taking many odd jobs. What this entails varies from place to place, he might help someone build a house, teach a person how to swordfight, tutor on general first aid or animal husbandry. No matter what he does though, he only asks for enough supplies to help him continue his wandering, and tends to refuse any extra money. PHYSIQUE AND PERSONALITIES | | |
» FACE CLAIM[i]Griffith[/i] from [b]BERSERK[/b] - Nikolai Koske » HEIGHT, WEIGHT AND BODY BUILD5'11", 175lbs, compact, lean and wiry muscles » SCENT(S)Lilac, lavender, various types of incense, with underpinnings of blood. » HAIR AND EYESLong, silky white hair and brilliant blue eyes. » DISTINGUISHED FEATURE(S)His lithe frame is riddled from scars, mostly from battle, though the swath of aggravated lash marks along his back are all self-inflicted. His clan mark is on the right side of his neck, right above where his neck meets his shoulder. » PIERCING(S)None. » POSITIVE TRAITSDedicated and loyal, concerned, a good listener, slow to anger, strives to be selfless » NEGATIVE TRAITSInternalizes, pessimistic, overly restrained, prideful but self-loathing, exceedingly self-critical At his core, Nikolai is a conflicted man. From a very early age he was a proud individual, confident and self-assured. Seeing as his parents held high ranks in society, he believed himself to be entitled to a great many things. He had the habit of looking down his nose at certain people and things as he considered himself above such types. This made him quite hard to approach unless you were the of the same or of a higher social class. Even though he is doing his best to leave his past behind him, these traits can still come to the forefront, especially when under emotional duress. Should someone hurt him, in the heat of the moment he will deem them unworthy of his attention. After he's had time to calm down, he will reassess the situation and make strides to apologize.
Such may make Nikolai sound like a fragile man, and that's not far from the mark. From what he's been through, his grip on certain facets of himself do waver, and it can be difficult for him to reel himself in. His flaws are great and run deep. He can be arrogant, haughty and down right cruel. In his darker moments, he can be considered almost sadistically apathetic, not caring for others or how they feel. When that side of him slips out he is prone to outbursts and he has burned many bridges only to regret it later.
He is not completely unaware of these negative traits though. In fact, he is almost overly sensitive to the darkness within himself. To compensate for these qualities he has become a man of faith, seeking redemption from a higher power. Nikolai is extremely cognizant of the fact that he has been a horrid man, and pushes himself to follow a new path of righteousness. He waves away pay raises and tips, and vehemently denies compliments. Such kindness is not meant for him. He strives to live selflessly, doggedly pursuing a pay-it-forward attitude. Any good he does for others, he wants no recognition or recompense for it.
Left to his own devices, he can drift into brooding as the memories of what he has done hound him. During particularly bad breaks he turns to self-flagellation in an attempt to show his regret as well as bleed away his demons. Despite seeking redemption at all costs, some part of him is convinced that no matter what he does he will be damned one way or another, and so there is a certain helplessness to his actions. He would never admit this however, preferring to bottle it up and hide behind a gentle facade. » IN-DEPTH APPEARANCEWith his facial features and long, wavy white hair, Nikolai could be considered extremely feminine. Many people who are just given a portrait of him to work with would likely guess that he was a woman. Gifted with his mother's beauty, he has a dainty face with a smooth jaw and small nose. That paired with his full lips and brilliant blue eyes with thick 'lashes all contribute to his girly air. Given such an appearance, it's easy to see how people would think that he's a frail waif. However, such an assumption is quickly proved wrong as soon as they take in the rest of him.
Despite his pretty boy face, his stature is respectable. Topping out around 5'11", he is not the largest man, but he is just tall enough to stand out in a crowd. His build tends to surprise others. Given his hair and the womanly structure of his features, one might guess that under his clothes would be a curvy, androgynous body. Yet that is simply not true. Where one might expect girly hips and a waspish waist, there instead lies a male frame. Granted, he's not extremely bulky, but there is no denying his masculinity. A lean torso gives way to lithe, lanky legs. He is not made for sheer power, rather he is a quick athlete, honed for dexterity and quick strikes.
Nikolai dresses himself in a way as to avoid attention. While he is well-groomed and prefers clean cut clothes, he shies away from bright colors or styles that would draw a stranger's gaze. This likely stems from his belief that because of what he has done, he has no right to stand out in front of others.
With his penchant for self-harm to pursue redemption, his body is littered with a variety of scars. The most prominent of these lie across his back, wicked lash marks that were tended to in such a way as to heal cleanly but leave behind dark scars. It is not uncommon for him to bear new marks and so he is often accompanied by the smell of blood, though he does his best to keep his bandages clean and tidy. » TENDENCY TO SELF-HARMNikolai is not a man that takes failure well...Or at least, not his own failure. He is extremely sensitive to his own flaws and shortcomings, and feels the need to punish himself for them. He has taken up the habit of self-flagellating ever since his betrayal of his men, and has continued it on over the centuries of his existence. It's something very personal to him that he does his best to remain secretive of.
"I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar's chair; Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair." | | THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY MURA |
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