Respect your Elders: HENESSEY, nikolaos

[The Infamous Colie]

Nikolaos James Henessey

Nickname- Nik
Age- 909, physically seems around 30
Occupation- None, Assassin if required. Independently wealthy (The guy's 9 centuries old. xD)
Human, Vampire, werewolf- Vampire
Gender- Male
Sexual Orientation- Presumed straight, tends to be fairly asexual
Good or evil vampire/ werewolf- Neutral-evil

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Personality-
Lately, since his days when he was younger, Nik has become a recluse of sorts. He is rarely seen out in public and generally is a very quiet presence somewhere in the middle of the room. Being one of the elders, older than the King himself, he frequently is found around the other elders, but unlike the majority he rarely speaks up. It is never doubtful whom his allegiance belongs to, as when he is asked to act, he does so with no question, but to many, they could not tell it by looking at him.

With as long as he has been living, he has developed a certain apathy to the world around him. Life and death are two things that he rarely pauses to think about. As long as he stays "breathing", then he is happy. He does not hesitate to take the lives of others. Gone though are the days when he used to revel within the bloodshed. The mere feeling that came with going out and slaying the enemies that came into his path. Now it has been replaced with a cool calculation that is often seen with the criminally insane.
Piercing - None
Tattoos-

Located in the middle of his back, just below his shoulder blades
Eye color- Gray
Natural hair- Blonde
Current hair- See above
Weight- 210 lbs
Height- 6'0"
Face claim- James Marsters
Pic-






Likes-
Solitude, silence, old buildings, the way the night is when you get far from any city, the stalk before the kill
Dislikes-
Crowds, overzealous people, the way that cities can now glow at night, the only vampire he was stupid enough to turn, dealing with furbags
Strengths-
Age - The sheer fact that he has managed to live over nine centuries in and of itself is an advantage. He has seen more and been able to do more than the vast majority of those who are around him could even dream of doing.
Weapons Knowledge - Being that he had grown up in a time where weapons were not something automatic, his knowledge of the different types of weapons, and his collection of such tools, is far more vast than anyone else could comprehend. He has taken an interest in the more modern weaponry as well and keeps a good stockpile of weapons, often carrying multiple things to not be caught off guard if he ever is to require something.
Patience - This again goes with the age in ways. He has no problem staying in one place for a long period of time. He often will wait a long time for a target. It also takes a good deal of patience to deal with the younger generations of vampires whom have started to spring up about him.
Strategy - Nik knows a good deal about battle strategy, and often is able to make his marks through his ability to foresee possible outcomes for an event and plan according to them. He's good at thinking on his feet, and changing his plan to make the outcome better for himself and those on his side.
Hobbies-
Keeping up on the latest technologies as far as weapons go - figuring out ways to get them as much firepower as he can, and oddly grave rubbing. Probably has something to do with the fact that his has yet to be made.
Fears-
Dealing with the thing he unfortunately created - he truly cannot stand her, his eventual death, cats. They are considered between the worlds of life and death.
secrets-
He was the one who turned Mesu into a vampire - he never admits it and she never reveals it, and shortly after becoming what he did he killed his wife without actually meaning to.

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Hometown- What is now London, England
Mother-
Marissa Henessey, deceased
father-
Alaric Henessey, deceased
Siblings-
Forgotten, if any they are deceased
Pets-
None
History-
Nikolaos was the younger son of an English Lord, one who was expected to join up with the King as a Knight and be next to nothing for the majority of his life. Just a lesser par piece to his family. He never minded the fact that he had to train to be a knight and would never inherit his father's title. He was perfectly happy not having to worry about the trials of being a leader.

It was one of those fateful nights as a soldier, lying in the midst of his comrades as they awaited the next day and the battle that was certain to end them all that it happened. He had been married for the better part of a decade with two young daughters and a son when the creature found him on the field. Creature seems the better thing to call her, but something about her drew him that evening. He had not seen his beloved wife in some time and it was not unheard of for a Lord to sew his oats were he would.

When he returned to the battlefield the next day he knew that something was wrong. He had been watched by the creature for some time and she chose him because of his strength and his wits. He did not know what to do once it happened, denied what he had become. He went home, back to his wife, only to discover that she would curse him and try to drive him out of the house.

He tried to beg, tried to plead, tried to keep ahold of her when she was struggling so badly against him. It was at least a minute before he realized that he had snapped her neck and she was no longer moving against him. The next day and night he held her and grieved for his mistake, realizing then that he needed to follow the creature.

He didn't find any sort of peace by accepting what he was, but he at least managed to learn what he had become and what it would mean as far as his abilities compared with the humans about him. He started to avoid them, barely noticing them. He went to where the other vampires were, stayed close to the Royal family, even to this day.

He generally kept to himself, unless there was a battle. Just as he was in life, he was in death. A steadfast warrior, able to handle nearly everything thrown into his path. It was one day when he was getting rid of one of the damned wolves when he noticed the young girl. She had fled that day, but he recognized her again when she was older. When her body was getting the adult curves. There were angry tears in her eyes, her body stained with dirt and mud.

She explained that someone had killed her brother, and she needed help. He tried to walk away and she started calling him vampire. Started shouting it. This was only two hundred years after his birth and such words meant a lynch mob. He grabbed her, covered her mouth and pleaded with her to stop.

She would only agree if he made her into what he was. So he did.

And it was something he regretted more than anything else.

Mesu, as she came to call herself, turned out to be a far more bloodthirsty killer than almost anyone he had met. She was what easily is now classified as a serial killer and he turned her into the undead. One of the last times he saw her, they agreed to never speak of what happened and stay far from one another. Though she has always been a shadow within his mind.

He was there when the wolves were pushed out, at his King's side. He is there still now, one of the elder vampires around. Since he hit around 600 years and the various new inventions came around, he kept himself far from society, wanting to be certain to stay as far as he could from what he was not ready for.

It was in ways a ploy. He can appear like he is trapped in the past. That is until he pulled something out that showed otherwise. The way that the world was turning was fascinating to watch. Something he only can hope will continue that way as the vampires continue their reign.

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Name- Colie
Years role playing- Already told ya. xD
Random fact about you- I like cheese. :3
Anything else- Ya'll should luuuuuuuuuurve me. >>
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[Cathan Chevalier]

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