Post by Nikolas James Shadows on Apr 18, 2011 21:14:46 GMT -5
••NIKOLAS JAMES SHADOWS
twisted dark evil
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••THE BASICS
NAME.Nikolas James Shadows[/size]
GENDER.Male[/size]
AGE.Seventeen[/size]
NATIONALITY.British[/size]
PLAY BY.Tom Welling[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
Straight[/size]
GRADEJunior[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Nikolas looks much like any other guy might. Nothing about his appearance makes him stick out. He has black hair that hangs around his ears, and light green eyes. He has an athletic body, and he doesn't mind showing it off. He walks with pride, and never lets anyone see defeat anywhere around him. He's strong, and he doesn't let anyone see less of him. He usually wears blue jeans and tight, black t-shirts, long sleeve is its cold. Above that he has on a black, leather jacket that he never goes anywhere without.
Nik does take pride in his looks. His hair is always either slicked back or hanging messily around his ears. His light green eyes are always serious, and they always have that spark of excitement, a look of pride and determination. But hidden beneath everything, no matter where it is that you're looking, you can see his horror, his pain. In his eyes are the trace of pain that you have to really look for to see, in his voice the strain of hurt, evident to all. In his walk, you can see the strength it took to hold everything back, and at times, when the memories assailed him the worst, he couldn't control the shaking of his hands or the tremble in his voice.
PERSONALITY.
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Nikolas is one of a kind. It doesn't matter how hard you looked, you'd never find anyone like him. He's the evilest of the evil. He feeds on other's pain. It's what keeps him going every day. He's a dark, sadistic person who takes enjoyment on other's pain because of his past. He goes to any length he can to cause pain and torment in another person, even of the smallest degree, just to get a little satisfaction. He doesn't let anyone know about his feelings, and the only thing people know about him is that he loves pain. No one knows his past, and he keeps it that way. So far, he's found no one to melt his heart or make him all nice, no one gets past his hard heart. He doesn't let anyone get past him, and he tends to hate those that don't fall under his spell...whatever that may be.
But underneath all of that is the kid that he used to be. He still has the love of the world, but it's been darkened by his hatred for the men that took everything from him. He loves his older brother, Nicolae, but believes him to be dead. He still has that excitement for adventure, and the trust he used to give to anyone has been overshadowed by his fear of being hurt again. His youth was shattered when he woke up coughing from smoke inhalation, but it was cut so short that it shouldn't have ended. If anyone could ever get through his hard exterior, they would find a shattered teenager in desperate need of a friend.
HISTORY.
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Nikolas was born to a rich family; he had everything he could ever want. But it was never enough for him. He always wanted more, always wanted better. He looked at those around him with disdain, always thinking himself better than everyone else.
Then he lost everything. It was a dark night, storm clouds everywhere, lightning flashing across the sky. A dark Halloween night. The spirits of the dead roamed the Earth freely this night, their dark howls of despair blending in to the roaring wind. It was the perfect opportunity for the haters of his family to sneak around back, a black can held in their hands. The fire struck up quickly, fed by the gasoline. No one heard the screams coming from the house through the dashing rain, howling wind, and roaring thunder. No one really mourned the family either, once morning came to find the once glorious manor in ashes. As the townsfolk moved on with their lives, no one noticed the young 13 year old boy flitting through the back alleys, hands horribly burned. They did notice the odds and ends stuff stolen from the shops though, like the trench coat cloaks, the top hats, and different things of the sort.
Nikolas spent the next few months living in the back alleys of the streets of London where he had grown up. Everything was different when you where in the streets. Soon he began to notice that he always felt best around those that were in pain. He didn't know why, but it was as if their pain fed him, as if their pain was his sustenance. It fascinated him, enthralled him. Soon, he found ways to live off his powers, to use his feelings to find small hurts in people that they didn't know about to earn enough money to live. He started to travel England, living off his powers.
He lived that way until he was 15, living off of his powers, slowly learning how to use them. Then one day, when he was once more in England, a former student of Alexandria Academy heard of him. Knowing that his skills had to be a super power, he called on Nikolas for a visit. It didn't take long to be convinced of his powers, and Nikolas was soon on his way to the academy.
Nikolas never fit in. He never fit in anywhere, not after that one night. He lost everything then, and with it came a bitterness that set him apart for ever. So even now, he feels close to none, and lives on his own.
LIKES.
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*Other's pain
*People who fear him
*Being the dominant one
*Tormenting others
*Other evil people, though none are his friends, and none are greater than him, but they come closer than most
DISLIKES.[/size]
*The light
*His past
*Losing his brother
*People who don't fear him
*People stronger than him
*People who can get under his skin, if there was such a person
*The color pink, it's girlie
*Heat
STRENGTHS.[/size]
*The dark
*Other's pain
*His detachedness
*People's fear of him, it makes him feel better
*His great acting abilities
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
*His past
*His brother, who no one even knows is alive
*His temper
*He doesn't let anyone get close to him
*Light...he hates it, feels weaker around it
FEARS.[/size]
*People who don't fear him
*Losing his powers (don't think that's possible, but it scares him nonetheless)
*People finding out about his past
*Being kicked out from the school because of his horrible behavior
*People seeing past his act
GOALS.[/size]
*Have complete control over everyone because of their fear of him
*Find a way to force people into pain
POWER.[/size]
Vampirism, He grows stronger in the presence of pain, empathetic
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS.Andromeda[/size]
AGE.Fourteen[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
TIME ZONE.Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Caution[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS.None...yet[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Alexis stood at the edge of the forest, looking out towards the world beyond. The same world that had treated her so horribly. The world that had given her nothing but heartbreak and pain, longing and regret. The world that had forsaken her.
A wolf let out a long howl, mournful, a lament meant for all the world to hear. It sent its pain up in that cry, hoping, wishing, asking for any release from this mournful life it led. No one cold understand the wolf's cries of pain and sadness unless they themselves had felt that kind of pain. Alexis knew this for a fact. They may think they knew it, may think they understand, but in truth, they knew nothing of the pain of the wolves.
Another cry joined the first, a plea for help. A plea for rescue from this cruel world, a plea for a better life, a world without pain. More and more wolves took up the cry, sending their heartbreak out to the moon, for all the world to hear and marvel at.
Alexis sadly looked up at the full moon, shadows gathering themselves lovingly around her shoulders. Memories floated up out of the murkiness or her mind. A voice could be heard, though she could not determine whether it was memory of life.
Alexis...I can help you...I can make it all better...Let me help you, Alexis...Let me show you the better side of the world...Let me take control, let me take over...Then you can be free, Alexis...Then you can be free...
Alexis looked around, shaking her head to clear the memories, but the voice did not leave. It was really here, that same raspy, cold whisper. She looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice, but she could find none. The demon was hiding, trying to tempt her to give up. But she would not, this was her life, and she was not going to give it up.
Suddenly, Alexis was flying through the air. She crashed into a tree, her back screaming in pain at impact. Her brown hair fell into her eyes, covering her face, bringing the scent and feel of blood with it. The demon appeared in front of her. His claws were long and sharp, coming out of a twisted hand. His scin was black and wrinkled, his eyes were a bright red, his smile cruel and heartless. I can end it all, Alexis...I can end it all!
Alexis didn't know what to do. She could not run, she could not fight. Her shadows were at his command also, so she could find no help there. No demon would fight another demon for her. She was defeated. Her only hope was that some one would come and rescue her.
No one is going to help you, Alexis... No one is going to come...No one can hear your screams...I can kill you and no one would ever know...No one would care either, would they? You know the wouldn't...Come, Alexis...I can make it all better...I can end this pain and misery...All you have to do is let me in...Or I could take it by force!
