Post by Nikolai Belkov on Sept 15, 2013 16:03:30 GMT -4
NIKOLAI ARMAND BELKOV 1008 WEREWOLF JOSEPH MORGAN DEE | TIMEZONE: 5 Eastern HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Old Site CONTACT INFORMATION: PM or AIM or Skype NICKNAME(S): Nik DATE OF BIRTH: 11/27/1005 DATE OF CHANGE: 12/05/1030 BIRTHPLACE: Belovo, Russia HOMETOWN: Belovo, Russia CURRENT RESIDENCE: None, he wanders. DIET: Human Food MAIN ANIMAL: N/A SPECIES APPEARANCE: Click SCARS/MARKS: Bird and Feather Tattoo PERSONAL STYLE: Nicolai wears anything that he really feels like. He's a fan of sweaters and jeans, and even suits from time to time. As long as he feels comfortable in it, he'll wear it. OCCUPATION: Painter AFFILIATION: N/A ABILITY: N/A MAGI ABILITY: N/A LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: POSITIVE Active Animated Brilliant Creative Easygoing Energetic Faithful Grounded Humble Just Mature Mannerly Precise Punctual Sincere Strong NEUTRAL Attentive Capable Controlled Diligent Dreamer Eccentric Frank Imaginative Impulsive Sarcastic Studious Sentimental NEGATIVE Angry Cocky Impulsive Reserved Rigid Secretive Selfish Self-Loathing Temperamental Troubled Vindictive Vengeful Withdrawn FATHER: Grigory [dead] MOTHER: Arina [dead] SIBLINGS: Anya [alive], Andrei [alive], Filip [dead], Varya [dead] OTHER FAMILY: N/A OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Meenah [alive] HISTORY: My name is Nikolai Armand Belkov. I am the youngest of five children born to Grigory and Arina Belkov. My eldest siblings, Filip and Andrei left to fight in a silly war when I was a teenager, and my two sisters married off at early ages. Thus, I remained behind to take care of my parents as they grew older. My brothers never came home from the war as Filip had died and Andrei had disappeared from the battlefield. My parents and I just assumed that he had died and they had never found his body, or anyone to come and tell us that he had died. I remained with my parents until their passing. I had just turned 25 when they both died of a fever. I buried them next to each other in our backyard and tried to get on with my life. I stayed in the house for a few months afterward, only leaving to go to the market or to go hunting. Sadly, the last time I went hunting was the last time I was ever human again. I went out on a full moon. I was hunting. I don't exactly remember everything that happened, but I know that I was attacked by a wolf. When I woke up, I felt different. It wasn't until the next moon, when I shifted for the first time, that I started to understand what had happened to me. It was painful and odd at first, but as the months passed, I started to get used to it. The pain became less, and I started to gain at least a little control of myself. A year or so after my first change, I finally left home just as my siblings had years ago. I started to travel, moving from one place to the other. I learned about the supernatural world on my own, discovering vampires and shapeshifters and other werecreatures. I slept with all of them, in all honesty. I especially enjoyed the benefits of sleeping with vampires. I found that I never aged. I stayed forever young and that was alluring to me. However, I always had this gnawing hatred for myself and what I had become. I killed a few people, turned another few. However I never had meant to. It was all done in my werewolf form. Always on the full moon. Finally, my hatred grew too intense and I started to think about ending my life. I was standing on the edge of a cliff in Ireland when I met her. Meenah. She was a werewolf. An immortal one at that. She had been both such. Meenah actually coaxed me away from the cliff and helped me rethink my decision. I was happy that someone cared, even if she hadn't known me that well. I had felt alone up to that point, and even a little kindness was enough to change my views on life. Meenah stuck with me for many years. We were the best of friends and he was an easy relationship. It was entertaining and beneficial to me. She was always ready and willing to lay with me, and we soon found that her immortality transferred over to me. I also grew stronger and faster with her by my side. But her company in bed wasn't the only good thing about her. She knew me better than anyone in the world. Whenever I tore myself down, she would pick me right back up and put me on my feet again. I was eternally grateful for her love and devotion. She was my best friend. She went on her own way in the 1700s. We both felt that it was time for us to have our space. I've spent my time traveling, moving from one place to the next. I never stayed in one place for very long, but I enjoyed each culture that I discovered. Painting has been my solace. I spend much of my times painting. Wherever I stop is where I set up my supplies. It's an enjoyable, albeit lonely life for me. I've been on my own for nearly 300 years now, and I've recently gotten word that two of my siblings are still alive. I've tracked them to the city of Sin, though I'm in no hurry. I'm sure I'll meet them at some point, but only time will tell. I'm more nervous about what became of the two of them, just as I'm sure they'll be wary of me. |
