Post by Niklaus Mikaelson on Jan 3, 2016 10:27:49 GMT
Niklaus Mikaelson
Basic Information
Full Name: Niklaus Mikaelson
Nicknames: Klaus; Nik; Big Bad Wolf
Age: 23/1032
Birthday: March 10, 981 A.D.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
Hometown: Mystic Falls, VA
Species: Original Hybrid
Face Claim: Joseph Morgan
Player: Lucinda
Essential Information
Personality: Klaus' temper is arguably his greatest shortcoming. It is always threatening just beneath the surface, and can cause him to be very impulsive and thoughtless. He is proud, and a little paranoid, with a propensity to believe that he's always right, and to constantly question both people and their intentions. He has a difficult time placing his trust in others, even (or perhaps especially) members of his own family. He can be cold, manipulative, cruel, vengeful, controlling, argumentative, and even downright sadistic at times. Klaus also has a tendency of burying any offenses, hurt or shame beneath either anger or a flippant attitude, as he doesn't much care to let others see his more vulnerable side. He cannot stand feeling weak or powerless, and he has come to perceive that side of him as a weakness. Nevertheless, it is there, and at the root of it all, he's afraid to lose people because he doesn't want to be alone. He is extremely protective of the people he cares about, and he would do anything for them to keep them out of harm's way, even if he's at odds with them. He is resourceful, intelligent, creative, and has a knack for getting things done. He's candid and stubborn, as well as exceptionally intituitive, with a great gift for reading people. He has no tolerance for betrayal, and values loyalty above all else.
Family: Esther (mother), Ansel (biological father), Mikael (step-father), Freya, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik (half-siblings), Dahlia (aunt), Marcellus Gerard (adoptive son), and Hope Mikaelson (daughter)
History: Niklaus Mikaelson History
+Amendments to canon: Klaus is currently in the process of making a treaty with the witches and Marcel's vampires to secure the Quarter from the zombie infestation.
Family: Esther (mother), Ansel (biological father), Mikael (step-father), Freya, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik (half-siblings), Dahlia (aunt), Marcellus Gerard (adoptive son), and Hope Mikaelson (daughter)
History: Niklaus Mikaelson History
+Amendments to canon: Klaus is currently in the process of making a treaty with the witches and Marcel's vampires to secure the Quarter from the zombie infestation.
Roleplay
Roleplay sample: The presence of someone coming to stand in line behind him hadn't been lost on the hybrid for a moment, but, at the sound of the clapping, at her obvious impatience, he couldn't help the amused smile that formed on his expression. It was a smile that only grew fonder when he placed that all too familiar, and admittedly rather loud voice of hers. Glancing over his shoulder then, he let his blue eyes come to rest on the pleasing sight of the blonde behind him, standing there all in a fuss over having to wait a few extra seconds to have a seat.
He really couldn't deny how enjoyable it was to see her getting so worked up over such a petty little problem. Times being what they were, few had the luxury. It sort of brought him outside of himself for a moment, outside of his own head.
She did look rather stunning today, didn't she? The make-up, the outfit, her hair all done up. It was a nice treat on the eyes.
"Sorry 'bout that, love," he told her easily, the smile never leaving his countenance. "It's probably my fault." Narrowing one eye as he observed her, he then gave the slightest inclination of his head as he asked, "Caroline, isn't it?"
Not that he needed to ask. He knew exactly who she was.
He really couldn't deny how enjoyable it was to see her getting so worked up over such a petty little problem. Times being what they were, few had the luxury. It sort of brought him outside of himself for a moment, outside of his own head.
She did look rather stunning today, didn't she? The make-up, the outfit, her hair all done up. It was a nice treat on the eyes.
"Sorry 'bout that, love," he told her easily, the smile never leaving his countenance. "It's probably my fault." Narrowing one eye as he observed her, he then gave the slightest inclination of his head as he asked, "Caroline, isn't it?"
Not that he needed to ask. He knew exactly who she was.
Made by Riley at THQ!
Happy to have appeared, Mr. Salvatore.