HylianRose

✨Beyond The Veil✨

I present to you, one fucked up boy. Please let me know any feedback you have! He is largely unchanged from the first iteration, barring any changes I made to make him feel a bit more like my own. Background, Personality, and other important Character Connections are left unchanged. Only minor changes such as Fears, Signature Weapon, etc have been made, things that I felt would not change his overall direction.

Eager to hear feedback! <3

Noah Corvane || The Prince Bathed in Blood

__________________________________________________________ originally penned by Helo Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Name | Noah Beaumont Corvane • Nickname(s) | N/A • Age | 28 • Gender | Male • Birthday | April 9th • Race | Vampire • Rank/Status | Enforcer for the Corvane family & Prince of Halcyon / Vampire Spawn Appearance __________________________________________________________ dreams of greatness • Height | 5'10 • Build | Lean and fit • Eye Color | Cold blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep red, ear length, messy but intentional • Skin Tone | Deathly pale • Notable Marks | Faded scar from a vampire bite • Typical Clothing Style | Dark colors, expensive tailored suits, long dark colored coats, expensive accessories. • Aura/First Impression | Noah is not the type of vampire that draws others in with charm. He’s a predator that sends a shiver down the spine, raises the hairs on the back of one’s neck, and quickens the heart rate. Terror is often the first impression he leaves, especially for humans. Depraved bastard, is a close second. • Voice | Deep, low, and effortlessly predatory…a voice like the hungry growl of a tiger, and even casual comments or pleasantries sound like a threat. Relationships __________________________________________________________ a bad reputation • Openness to Friendship (1-5) | 3 • Openness to Romance (1-5) | 2 • Romantic Preferences | Willing and freaky • Current Romantic Interests Obsession | Wren • View on Forbidden Relationships | Sounds deliciously devious. • Biggest Turn-ons | ✦ Pain ✦ Danger ✦ Power • Biggest Turn-offs | ✦ Monotony ✦ Mercy ✦ Tedium • Known Friends | Locke (Former), TBD • Known Enemies | All Wardens, Werewolves, and enemies of Magnus • Known Family | Magnus (Adoptive Father) & Angel (Twin Sister)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Hunting ✦ Partying ✦ Work/Business • Likes | ✦ Violence ✦ Brutality ✦ Horror movies • Dislikes | ✦ Silence ✦ Sentiment ✦ Synthetic/Old Blood • Fears | ✦ Failure ✦ Losing his sister ✦ Starvation • Habits | ✦ Restlessness ✦ Fidgeting ✦ Tapping • Vices | ✦ Substance Abuse ✦ Violence ✦ Wren Core Motivation Noah strives to prove himself. To show Magnus that he is everything Magnus saw in him and more. He works tirelessly to secure his place with the family, building their empire to reach new heights, and cultivating his reputation as one of the most ruthless vampires to walk Halcyon’s streets. He's also striving to see that his sister embraces that same legacy they were crafted for. Personality Overview A vicious creature who willingly tears away whatever is left of his humanity. Noah is driven by the desire to become exactly what he was designed to be: a monster. His cruelty is undeniable; anyone he sees as prey, as an enemy, as something weak and deserving of being picked off, inevitably ends up facing things far worse than death. Noah is a cold and empty creature; there is little he “loves” in the world, but nothing quite holds a candle to the ecstasy of suffering. Watching faces contorted with it, dancing to cries of agony, savoring that precious moment when hope dies behind another’s eyes; Noah revels in it. When the pendulum of fate swings, and it is his turn to suffer, he finds only bliss in his pain. Noah has an unnerving intensity, and when set on a task, he becomes completely obsessed with it. Reckless, irreverent, and brash, he draws attention and seeks out thrills. Never static or sluggish, his restless energy keeps him always moving. When he gets bored, he provokes someone, tries to get a rise, does something out of pocket just to see what’ll happen. Untempered rage paired with a love of violence and unyielding strength, his temper is a bomb with a hairpin trigger. He carries a deep sense of entitlement from years spent as the favored pet and surrogate son of one of the city's most dangerous vampires. Near carte blanche to just about whatever he pleases, Noah carries himself with all the arrogance of someone who knows he is backed by the Corvane family. A life devoid of any real consequences, his cruelty has only ever been celebrated and encouraged, and any time something remotely human bubbles up, all it takes is blood to wash himself clean of it. Humanity is useless to him and useless things are disposed of with surgical precision. . . .

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Current Occupation | Mafia Enforcer • Level of Schooling | High School • Past Occupations | Pet • Socioeconomic Status | Filthy rich • History Summary | Noah always tried to be an obedient child, he had to be, his human father had a nasty temper. He figured out how things worked when he was young; behave or earn a beating. Simple. Easy to understand. As long as he did as he was told, things were better. Not perfect, not even good, but better than the alternative. And imperfect enough that Noah felt nothing when a vampire killed his parents. He watched it happen with cold, unflinching eyes. He smiled at the vampire and whispered a simple, quiet thank you. Maybe that’s what sealed his fate. Both saved and damned himself with that one breath. Because that vampire, Magnus, took an interest and saw something of worth. Both he and his twin sister were brought into a new family. One where violence wasn’t kept a hushed secret, one where it was honest, and where Noah was made an active participant. Magnus, the boss of a vampiric mafia, had claimed the siblings as his new pets. His children. He shared with them the gift of eternity. He gave Noah power, strength, and a place at his side. Turned into a vampire as a child, his innocence was replaced with an insatiable bloodlust. A hunger that never calmed with age, instead, it raged and festered. A growing teenager whose appetites were all twisted into a need for blood and violence. He embraced it. Welcomed it. Craved it. In hindsight, maybe that’s what ol’ papa Beaumont saw in a young Noah. That he wasn’t quite right, not in the ways his straight and narrow Warden father expected of him. He always had the mood swings, temper tantrums that tested the man’s limits, compulsive lying, childish attempts at manipulation, and there was that time he nearly burned down the garage… Maybe he knew, maybe he suspected, or maybe he was just another Warden with his self-righteous head stuck up his ass. Good riddance is about all Noah ever has to say about the old man. He got an upgrade when Magnus claimed him as a son. But his twin sister, Angel, didn’t see things the way Noah saw them. She didn’t embrace what they now were, but Noah was a good brother. He was going to help her understand. Anytime Magnus or his minions did anything Angel saw as cruel, Noah subtly made it seem like it was partially her fault. Spun his words to keep her thinking they were both punished because Angel refused to cooperate with the vampires. Noah never saw any of it as a punishment. Not the mind games, not being asked to kill, and certainly not the torture. They were lessons. Magnus was breaking down any lingering weakness so that they could become something better. Stronger. Vampires made in his image. Noah was devoted to the blood-drenched God that had saved him from his sad, meaningless life and offered him the world, everything and anything he could ever want, on a silver platter. Magnus saw worth in him, and Noah remains endlessly loyal to his hero. Noah loved being a vampire; the strength that now flowed through his veins connected him to an ancient power and elevated him to something akin to a demigod. A human life mattered about as much to him as the life of a cow had when he was a child enjoying a burger. Then they mattered even less than that, like the cheap toy that came with a Happy Meal. As time passed, his practicality about their situation grew crueler; something dark and sadistic bloomed in Noah. As he traversed youthful rebellion with his sister and their Fae friend Locke, he kept the darker parts of himself hidden from them. Watched them, paid close attention to everything they said and did so that he could emulate what they wanted. He needed them to like him, keep him included, and maintain their close-knit trio. There is nothing Noah hates more than feeling alone. But that friendship shattered anyway, and Locke left them. Like finding a long-lost brother only to have him abandon them, without a reason, without a goodbye. He could almost admire how well Locke had dug that knife in, made him hurt in a way that mattered. Almost, because the rage he felt at that kind of betrayal only brought out an even more vicious side of him. There was no more restraint after Locke left. He threw himself into the family business and became his father’s enforcer. While there are plenty of vampires willing to maim and kill for the man, it is Noah he sends when he wants to truly send a merciless message, when he needs someone to suffer. He took his rightful place at his father’s side. Fate rewarded him. And no, not just his dagger. When a blood trafficking ring encroached on Magnus’s territory and disrespected the Corvane family; Noah was sent to eliminate the problem. He orchestrated a slaughter still whispered about in dark corners of Halcyon, a message so brutal and final that it still makes rivals question if crossing Magnus so openly is worth the risk. But for once, the slaughter itself was not the reward. Tucked away in a cage not even fit for a dog… was her. A Fae, so otherworldly, so removed from anything ordinary, who welcomed him in almost the same way he had once welcomed Magnus. IV lines tangled around her like oblivion's tendrils, stealing her blood drop by drop, and keeping her in a state constantly on the verge of death. A lithe and fragile little creature who reminded him of that last hopeless breath of the dying. She looked at him without fear and said only a single word. Death. Noah plucked the IV lines as if they were the strings of a harp. As veins wept from where needles had been left for far too long, the scent of her blood had that unmistakable allure. Pure magic. Power yet to be fully unlocked. Strength trapped within a broken shell. He gave her exactly what she asked for: death. A song of blood and violence. Her captors slaughtered, not with brutal efficiency, but as if he, and the vampires with him, were composing his greatest masterpiece. All for her. For his wounded little bird. For Wren. His pet. His. He could see it, the potential of vampire and fae together in perfect harmony. He only had to remake her as he had been remade, into something stronger. Unlock all that buried power. This world was not a place for fragile things. Noah knew that. Bleeding the hope from her was an act of devotion. Hope was the worst cage to be trapped in, and he freed her from it. Just as Magnus had freed him. Noah’s world brightened only to dim again at another betrayal. Worse than Locke’s, when Angel turned her back not just on their family, but on him. Broke the unspoken promise made in the womb that they would always have each other. There is nothing he won’t do to bring her back into the family. He sought out the first person to ever betray him like that; Lachlan Devlin.

Race-Specific Questions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Race info ▸ Vampires ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Born or Turned? | Turned • Blood Source Preference | Fresh, hunted himself. Finds the blood of victims hunted by others to be dirty. • Blood Addiction Risk (1-5) | 4.5 • View on Fae Blood Ban | Unconcerned • Views on Mortals | Cattle • Views on Fae | Impressive • Views on Lycan | Filthy mutts Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Theme Song | Horror Show - Animal Sun, Fuller (Pending if I find one I like better) • Favorite Food | Blood • Favorite Animal(s) | Frightened Humans • Favorite Music Genre | Anything loud, angry, and horny • Favorite Haunt | Red Widow, The Black Spire, The Eclipse, The Velvet Bite • Signature Weapon | "Fate" - An ornate, decorated daggered. Used on victims he has an especially fun time with. • Preferred Vices | All of them • Pet Peeve | Preachy, self-righteous types • Guilty Pleasure | Noah doesn’t believe in guilt, but he does have a soft spot for other apex predators and animals that tend to elicit a fear response in humans. A love of violent movies but the horror genre it his favorite, he finds them inspiring. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ -✦-

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🦇Beyond The Veil - Seeking new members🦇

Hello! I have ideas. Also interested in hearing some of the desired roles as well to see if any of them mesh with some of the ideas that I have. Would love to discuss in PMs (or over Discord)!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Locations have now been updated to include:

• Magnolia's Salon
• Lou's Diner
• Pines Holler Park
• The Community Center
• Pines Holler Baptist Church
• Paradise Falls

Once again, please let me know if there's any locations you'd like to see added to the list <3

@Sugar and Spite

Not super important for Caleb, since it's his mother's place of employment, but would love to see a hospital/clinic of some kind!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

<Snipped quote by HylianRose>

Yeah, I'm totally chill with him working at the Diner - or Huskers, either way.

I just wasn't going to approve any characters with a Huskers occupation besides the ones that had already been posted (including Caleb) because so many people had that listed under their occupations already with the few characters that were up for approval. So you're good to go either route.

There is already a background for Lou's, I'm just still working on our locations.

@Sugar and Spite

Oh, gotcha! Bet, then I'll change it back to Husker's and post him. Appreciate it!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

@Sugar and Spite Updated Caleb's employment! (https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5645621) Let me know if this is alright and then I'll post him. Are there already plans for the background around Lou's Diner? If not, I'd be happy to come up with something. Thank you!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

The Jock || Caleb Dalton

_{Faceclaim: Jacob Rott // Color Code: #808000}
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_{Full Name:}

Caleb Eugene Dalton

_Nickname(s):

• Cal - Typically reserved for family and current girlfriends.
• Dalton - Old friends call him this, at least the ones that played on the team with him.
• Gene - Call him this and you're dead to him.

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Heterosexual

_Occupation:

Bartender/Bouncer/Handyman/Whatever Husker needs him to be at Husker's Bar & Grill

_{Place of Residence:}

#24 Shady Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family

• Frank Eugene Dalton - 48 - On Disability
• Patricia "Patty" Ann Dalton - 45 - Nightshift Nurse at Pines Holler Community Hospital.

Friends

• Tyler Boone - Relationship Status: Strained/Distant - Former friend turned victim. Caleb regrets what he did to Tyler, but doesn't think he deserves forgiveness.
• Willow Fraser - Relationship Status: Shared Pain/Close Friends - A friend Caleb bonded with at the tail end of high school, helped to curb some of his anger but did nothing to help his bad coping mechanisms. He likes to joke that he's her bodyguard.

Significant Other

Open Ideas

• Ex #1 - They were both young, things ended kind of ugly. Caleb considers this one the one that got away. || Open - F only
• Ex #2 - Caught her cheating on him with a guy she'd met online. He stayed with her for another 2 months before she finally broke up with him. || Open - F only
• The Friend Who Stayed - Knew Caleb through high school. When everyone else bailed on him, you stayed. || Open - M/F
• The Loser He Bullied - There's still a lot of hatred there for the things Caleb did to you when you were both younger and you still haven't forgiven him. || Open - M only - Potentially taken! Obviously he can bully more people though if you really want him to. Lol.
• The Friend Who Saw It Coming - You saw what Caleb was doing and tried to tell him to rest but he refused to listen. The friendship ended quietly but you still ask how his knee is doing and he always lies. || Open - M/F
• Drinking Buddy - They listen to each other vent about the bullshit life they lead. Both have an addiction but both also think "I'm not as bad as that guy." || Open - M/F
• Recent Mentor - You've taken Caleb under your wing and he honestly looks up to you. The parental figure he wished he'd had growing up. || Open - M/F, older
• The Girl Who Knows Better - You knew Caleb when he was younger and you remember how he used to be, before everything went side ways. You cut him off when he's had enough, tell him the truth bluntly, and listen when he needs someone to hear him. || Open - F only
• Other Ideas! Open to connections and suggestions!

_Appearance:

• Height: 6ft 2in
• Hair: ear length, brown wavy thick hair
• Eyes: amber brown
• Body Type: athletic, broad shoulders, narrow waist, toned muscles.
• Clothing Style: Athletic wear, sweats, weathered jeans and brown tones.
  
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• Body Markings: light birthmark on the right side of his chest, scarring from a surgery on his knee

_Personality:

Caleb is a directionless fuckboy. He hides anxiety and fear with humor and charm. His heart silently breaks as he watches others move through life more easily than he does. He can't stand seeing other people do well, jealousy and hatred hitting him like gut punches. He can't help the small sense of satisfaction when others experience the same living hell that he does, nor can he help the guilt that follows.

Beyond the oppressive feeling of worthlessness, Caleb is actually a fairly intelligent and soft person. He likes to hide this behind an idiotic himbo persona he's crafted for himself because it's harder to disappoint if they never expected anything from you to begin with. You're always a winner when the bar is laying on the ground.

Caleb's self-loathing manifests as risk taking and thrill seeking. It's nothing visible, and not usually very public. He drives a little too fast on empty roads, not hoping to crash, but not necessarily caring if he does. He escalates arguments into fights, enjoying the feeling of the pain a few punches to his gut gives him.

He can sometimes be a little pessimistic and callused, especially when it comes to topics of hope and growth. He thinks he's in a hole and there's no amount of struggle that will get him out of it. Fated to end up exactly like his father.

_History:

Caleb grew up the "Star Boy" Quarterback. He was one of the ones that everyone was convinced would escape this place. He was lined up to get that scholarship for his top school, he'd get into the big leagues and he could get his parents out of that damned trailer park. He was a teen filled with all the dreams that came with his affinity for athletics. He liked the way using his body felt and enjoyed the attention it got him. Pines Holler High was his school as far as he was concerned. He learned early on that love came loud and publicly, but only when he was winning.

So, when he first twisted his knee during practice, he ignored it. He even went so far as to hide it. He pushed through with pure adrenaline, letting that carry him through games. He couldn't afford to miss any games, he couldn't afford to slack off or miss work either. His dad lost his job and got put on disability when he was in his Junior year and his mom was a night nurse, so his part time night job at Clarks was part of the family's income too. The pain becomes background noise and he wraps it up tighter, chokes the pain down, finds ways to cope. He started stealing halves of his father's prescription pain meds. Not enough to anyone to notice, but enough to help him take the edge off.

The end of his senior year, he applied for a scholarship for a full ride to the College of his choice and his chances were extremely high. He finally had it, his escape plan, a way out of this shit hole of a town. He would not end up like his father. He'd make something of himself.

So, when the Scouters showed up at one of the games unexpectedly, Caleb locked in. He played one of the best games he'd ever had and was riding a high from the cheers of the crowd. This was it.

And then it happened. He took a hit that normally wouldn't have phased him, sure it would have hurt, but he could tough through it and break through. But his legs wouldn't listen to him. His right knee buckled unnaturally and he felt a sharp pain as he crumpled to the ground. The rest of the night was a blur. Ambulance lights, his mother crying, doctor's shaking their heads, more crying. A week later, after the surgery, he received a letter postponing his scholarship. He felt his dream slip away as the doctors told him that he likely could not continue playing such an intensive sport. His mind drifted, as if he was looking down on himself from above. This couldn't be real. His destiny was not to end up like his father. He was supposed to be somebody.

The rest of his senior year went by quickly. He got angry and took it out on others when it suited him, He got into fights and pushed people buttons. He, quite honestly, barely graduated. Several months later, he started his job at the Lumber Company, which was the only job he could find at the time. He'd have laughed if it didn't hurt so much.

Caleb mellowed out after a while. He was still angry, but it was less intense. He started using humor to cope and hide his pain. He put on a mask that suited him, one that hopefully showed everyone that he was just fine, back to the Caleb they all knew and loved. But, inside he hated himself.

When the Lumber Company shut down, it felt like a gut punch. Now, not even the dead-end job that crippled his father was good enough for him. He swallowed his pride, helped out in the community where he could. He could be an ass, but he wasn't a bastard. He started doing free yardwork for those who had lost their jobs in his spare time. At least, when he wasn't job hunting. He started working at Husker's just a week ago and he's honestly been enjoying himself. He gets to flirt with the girls that come in and the girls that come in bring in more business, a real win-win. Hell, it was less labor intensive than the Parton's. He actually jumps at the chance to load inventory off the truck.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Caleb thinks he couldn't care less about the expansion and growth of Pines Holler. But in reality, he's scared. Scared that the town will outgrow him and even this shit hole will be too good for him. It might be a shit hole but it's his shit hole, dammit.
• Caleb likes to find little ways to help out around the town. Despite himself, he enjoys the attention he gets and it makes him feel better. Might be a selfish reason to do it, but hey. At least he's doing it.
• Caleb is a heavy drinker. He doesn't get shit-faced often, but the comfortable buzz helps his knee stop hurting so damn much.
• His knee never actually fully recovered and he unconsciously likes it that way. He pushes past his limits knowing it fucks with his knee. He hides the limp pretty well these days, but occasionally, on particularly rainy days, it gets pretty bad.
• Caleb absolutely has a pain kink. Fuck him up, sis. (OOC: Nothing intense, please. Happy to discuss!)
• Caleb had a pet dog growing up, but it ran away when he was 13. They never got another one.
• More to come!

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

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Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova . 26 . Male
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova . 26 . Male

The Wolf loved the Rabbit, and confessed with it's TEETH.

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 179 lbs
Eye Color: Amber, bright with charm but shadowed with unease
Hair Length/Texture: Thick and almost always unkempt. Don't tell his servants, but he often messed it up after they would leave, hating the way it looks all proper.
Hair Color: Dark brown to black
Skin Color: Fair Wheat
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Scar that runs across the bridge of his nose at a slant. Dark circles under his eyes from poor sleep.
Distinguishing features: Strong eyebrows, sharp jawline. Slightly crooked nose from a fight when he was younger. Smells like leather and smoke.
Clothing Preferences: Nikolai prefers darker colored clothing and tends to wear his clothes much more casually than other men his age, while still keeping to fashion norms. He still cares very much about appearances, but mainly to the opposite sex. Nikolai knows his appeal and runs with it. He very much likes the attention. Loathes wearing white or light clothing and often has a scowl on his face when forced to.

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ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ

Willingness toward friends(1-5): 5 - Friends are invaluable resource and can get you out of some rather dicey situations.
Willingness toward romance(1-5): 5* - While Nikolai can be very guarded in his approach to love, he has no qualms with seeking the warmth of the opposite sex or their company. Getting to know him deeper can be a bit of a challenge, however.

Likes:
- Money
- Women
- Alcohol
- Games/Sports
- Sparring
- Swordplay

Dislikes:
- Writing (Read: terrible at it, chicken scratch)
- Dancing (Read: terrible at it)
- Singing (Read: terrible at it)
- Losing
- Smart-Asses
- Looking Stupid
- Mirrors unsettle him in ways he cannot put to words. Which is odd for a man seemingly so sure of himself.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hobbies:
- Women
- Bartending
- Card Games

Main Ambition: Nikolai wants to understand his dreams and uncover his lost time. While he is not a fan of his grandfather's manipulation, he values his duty and does as he is asked.

Personality Summary: Nikolai is a playful, charismatic man who knows how handsome he is and makes a point to use it to his advantage. He is dangerous in the way that ruined men are often dangerous. Playful scandals lick at his heels but his nightmares leave a heavy weight in his eyes. His humor and charm are used as armor to protect himself, keeping others at a comfortable distance. What he lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in his ability to schmooze his way out of trouble. Nikolai can be rather self-destructive as well, taking risks that others might be more caution of. He drinks, gambles, smokes, and otherwise likes to play on the edge of danger. Deep down, he is afraid of what his dreams could mean, of the violence and anger he feels and how easily it comes to him. Still, Nikolai is no true monster, he is especially tender towards women in his life he believes deserve better than him.

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ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?: Varian, Breoven

Current occupation: Knight & most recently Bodyguard for Lady Edwards

Any past occupations?: N/A

Relatives:
Igor Berova - Father [Deceased - Accident]
Katya Berova - Mother [Deceased - Illness]
Dimitrie Berova - Grandfather - A cold calculating man with secrets. Keeps Nikolai leashed.

Skills:
- Swordplay
- Hand to Hand Combat
- Recon/Scouting
- Spying
- Horsemanship

History Summary: Nikolai doesn't remember much of his early childhood. He only remembers vague memories of coming to the house with his grandfather after a long trip when he was 16. Nikolai never lacked for anything, except perhaps affection. There was a small part of him that thought his father genuinely hated him but tried, without much success, to hide it. He'd seen the way his father would look at him from time to time, like he was a disgusting rat running a muck in his home, something unwelcomed and unwanted. Or like something dangerous threatening his way of life. His mother, however was a different story. She was beauty and grace and loved him with everything she had in her. It was usually her protecting him from his grandfather's grasp, though he never knew it at the time. She passed when he was 19, illness. It took a toll on him and his father only got more openly cruel to him.

A little over a year ago, Nikolai's father passed away in a riding accident. It would be hard to say that grief had taken over him, considering how little love he had for the man, but there was certain sadness in never truly knowing why he seemed to hate him so, or if he even did. The fact that he will now never know is something that will haunt him.

Recently, Nikolai has begun having hellish nightmares. They leave him soaked in sweat and occasionally, he's woken to scratches along his arms, likely his own doing. In his dream, he is faced with a hideous beast of a man, his eyes glowing red and his claw like hands drenched slick with blood. Nikolai cowers in the corner, too afraid to move as the monstrous man comes closer. His face is always obscured by his hair, but he can never help but feel a strange familiarity. Who is that man? Why does he feel so.. real? There is a small part of him that wonders if he is that man... He always wakes with horrendous migraines and a hazy memory of his dream.

A week ago, his grandfather sent him a letter. A threat disguised as comfort. "My condolences on the loss of your father, dear Nikolai. However, time is of the essence. You must find a wife within the year or I will be forced to strip you of your title. While you travel to Caesonia, I have been asked by a friend to have you guard their daughter. A recent event has left the family terribly afraid for her wellbeing so I have kindly offered you to be her bodyguard. I expect to hear good things from you soon. Travel safely."

A shackle if he'd ever seen one. He knew his grandfather had plans in mind, a wife he wanted and he would pull any strings he could to get the connections and power he desired. Nikolai was a mere pawn to him. Still, he couldn't very well abandon his family's legacy. And so, the young noble traveled to Caesonia in search of a wife and to protect this young woman.

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History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: I'd say nurtured? I guess? My mother and the servants, at least, took good care of me.
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: It wouldn't be a sanctuary anymore if I told you, would it?
What were you like in your teenage years?: A cheeky little brat. I loved chasing the other girls around in town, and generally got up to some relative mischief. I started to trained to become a Varian Knight when I was 19, so from there my time was rather tied up. I still found ways to get myself in trouble though, don't you fret.
How close are you to your parents?: My mother was a goddess and a saint. My father was a bastard.
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: I'm not sure.
What advice would you give your younger self?: When Susette says she'll be right back, she's lying. Just go home and forget about her!
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Depends on the parent.
What is your biggest regret?:I'd argue that I'm too young for regrets. Kinda regret not asking that girl to dance at that one party though. She was pretty. Really pretty.

Romance
Have you ever been in love? :Nah.
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:I don't know, I'll tell you when I meet her.
How do you display affection? What is your love language? Uh.. I don't know. Touch? I don't really do that kind of shit, honestly.
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:Yeah. It was cold and wet. Kind of... awkward, if I'm honest. She was.. interesting. Followed me around like a lost puppy for a month after. Hated it.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:Maybe.
Are you currently crushing on anyone?: Nope. Well, unless you count that girl from Irinaburg who came to visit her wealthy uncle. Lots of interesting juice details from that one.
Do you ever consider having children in the future?:Not really. Like.. I wouldn't hate it, but I've never actually considered it before.

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:Beer, women, money. Not necessarily in that order.
What kind of person do you aspire to be?:I've never really thought about it before... I guess... someone who accomplishes great things? Does that sound good? Or should I say I aspire to be the greatest womanizer in all the land?
What bad habits do you have?:Women.
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:You know this would be a great question to ask someone who had memories of their past.
What is your greatest fear?:Isolation, lose of control, spiders...
What are your pet peeves?: Clingy women.
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Alone, usually. My sour moods usually involve breaking things.
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: Fists.

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Caleb Dalton || 27 || FC: Jacob Rott || #808000 || Former Quarterback who had it all but an injury that he ignored shattered any dreams he had of leaving Pines Holler. He used to work at Parton's where his father had worked before him, but as his shitty luck would have it, even the dead-end job that crippled his father wasn't good enough for him. Themes; Self-Loathing, Class Clown Behavior as a Mask, Risk Taking/Thrill Seeking, etc.

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