Nicholai
| Nicholai De Brabant (I) | |
| The Eldest Akhkharu Sorcerer of the Kindred | |
| Created | Before Birth Records Were Kept |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf (Kindred) |
| Hometown | Sanguinna |
| Classes | Warrior Mage Thief |
| Followed | Khore Bliss (x2) DarkClaw |
| Partner | (prior) DarkClaw |
| Children | Chyld: Venom |
Mud Contributions:
Nicholai is acknowledged and respected as the Eldest of the mortal Kindred yet remaining within the world.
Current Description:
Before you stands a sorcerer clad in black. His age indiscernible at a glance, his Elven frame appears strong and youthful but a cold, expressionless face and piercing blue eyes hint at a wealth of wisdom lost in an eternity of darkness and pain. His pale complexion contrasts the few Moorish teak strands of hair that stray from under his dark hood and fangs are barely noticeable behind closed lips, rarely breaking to smile. About him flows a cape of pure darkness, once a symbol of the Ordinus Nosferatu, a mark of the kindred, now a relic of an ancient time and a warning to this realm that he is perhaps the eldest, the last remaining of the original kindred to walk among them, and should be feared and respected as such. Close to his heart and hidden from view he keeps a token of love given to him by a little girl as a reminder of what is most important in this life, and that perhaps there is hope in the darkness. Nicholai has a special twinkle in his eye. Nicholai is in perfect health.
Halloween Costume Contest, 2013
Behold, the noble bullfighter, here for your amusement. Pay no attention to the fangs. Nicholai has a special twinkle in his eye. Nicholai is in perfect health. Nicholai is using: <worn around neck> a glittering necklace of pewter and glass gems <worn on body> a nobleman's costume of moth-eaten velvet <worn on head> a crown of foil and glass gems <worn on feet> a single filthy black leather knee high boot <wielded> a tin sword with rounded, dull edges <held> a crimson and black bullfighter's cape <worn with pride> a soft brown sparrow feather <worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
Prior Desc, date unknown
Before you stands a Sorcerer clad in black. Around his neck hangs a pentagram softly shedding a red aura. Chills run up your spine as you meet the gaze of his sapphire blue eyes shining with intelligence and a hint of insanity. The fresh blood on his lips contrasts his pale complexion, while the fangs barely showing through his evil grin warns you to stay away.
Nicholai has a special twinkle in his eye.
Nicholai is in perfect health.
WHO Lists:
Elf [ Ma:21 Wa:20 Th:18 ] Nicholai... Kindred **DarkClaw** <Date Unknown> Elf [ Ma:24 Wa:20 Th:18 ] Nicholai has Combee's life *DarkClaw* 05/22/1998 Elf [ Ma:24 Wa:20 Th:18 ] Nicholai..Curiosus catellus occiderus *DarkClaw* IST 05/27/1998 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai is here 09/26/2003 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai is here 03/07/2004 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai De'Brabant - Arcane Kindred of the Coven 03/14/2004 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai the Ancient Kindred Ebrithil (Neutral) 07/17/2010 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai is awakening from the darkness 02/10/2011 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai is the ghost that hides in the night. 03/10/2011 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai-Ancient Kindred Shadow 06/09/2011 Elf [ Wa:30 Ma:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai- Lost Ancient Kindred Shadow 06/27/2012 Elf [ Great Swami ] Nicholai- Lost Ancient Kindred Shadow 01/14/2014
Character History:
In his mortal life Nicholas De Brabant stumbled upon the realm of The Final Challenge as a young Elf learning the ways of Magick. Lacking in strength he struggled his way on sheer will and intellect. In his travels, he encountered a stunning yet dark and mysterious woman. She introduced herself as DarkClaw and flashed a fanged grin. Enchanted by this dangerous beauty, he followed her to her lord, the Master vampire Khore. He embraced the Darkness and its power and was welcomed into the Kindred Vampyric. In his new existence as Nosferatu, calling himself Nicholai and choosing the title Akhkharu (Sumerian for Vampire), he has strived to gain in strength and knowledge of Magick. To know all, to be all, with the Darkness his home, the Blood his life, and the Kin his strength, he has come a long way, but still has far to go...
Basically a loner, Nicholai tends to shy away from public view. He holds no contempt for others who would leave him or his Kin be. If you should find him in your area, chances are he is not hunting you, unless you have given him reason. He values friendship greatly, and would risk his life for his kin or close friends. His loyalty surpasses even his heart, but he does take betrayal seriously. Within the Kindred, Nicholai is closest to Combee, perhaps the Kindred who understands Nicholai the most. His closest friend amongst mortals is Corri, her free spirit and undying youth intrigues him.
Nicholai's Solitude
(Writing Contest entry, January 16th, 2014. "Capture a specific moment, place, or person of this world." )
The wind howls as it sweeps past the western wall of the keep, turned away with stubborn indifference by stone laid ages ago. Once a testament to the strength and hope of the people, now a relic weathered by the tests of time in a land wrought with decay and misery. Do not seek me within those cold towers, you will not find me there. Despite my callous and stoic demeanor I prefer a different kind of solitude high up in the branches of an ancient tree, an oasis of life amidst a world seething with death. It just feels more like home as I remember it, if my memory is to be trusted, having spend many a day in my youth amongst the branches of Loth-Llorien. From here I forget the passing of time as the sun rises and sets, lost in my own thoughts. The townsfolk below carry on, almost trance-like, with their mundane lives from birth unto death. It all seems so pointless yet they persist seemingly unaware of their fate. It is of no matter to me, I cheated death in return for this permanent existence, and in that choice I remain. Feelings like hope, joy, and love seem so distant like the faded words in a child’s diary long forgotten on dusty shelf. Where they ever real? Or just the delusions of youth? As I glance at the initials carved long ago in the wood I am reminded of the love once shared here, something that has kept this place untouched by the blight and is perhaps a source of hope. It is in fact a pleasant tree. A slight smile barely parts my lips as I recall the first mention of it, an amusing and innocent misunderstanding of pleasantry that became truer with the time she spent here. I scan the branches for any sign of her, perhaps a petal I may have missed, a memento of hope, or a grain of sand having voyaged by boot from the far off desert. What was it that caused her to seek me out? Questions at first an annoyance, bringing me out of my conscious slumber like a waking limb, thrusting me into a story not of my own making, but one in which I would play a role. Now it is her absence I find frustrating, though I would not admit it, I miss the to-a-fault politeness, the almost questions, and the way a simple greeting becomes an epic tale in true bard fashion. When she had asked if I craved her blood I told her I did not. That may have partly been a lie, while it did not taste like almonds to me, there was a sweetness, an alluring innocence and purity that in my younger years would have stirred the fiery passion within my still heart and I do not deny that the thought to indulge it had crossed my mind. But there was something else, an inner strength and power, a potential yet untapped for this desert rose. A potential far greater left to grow, nurtured, guided. Perhaps I will end up corrupting her, or she corrupting me. The future holds more secrets than can be wrung out of the present, and time has always been on my side. So for now I remain here in my solitude, lost in my own thoughts and waiting for the page to turn. Perhaps there is no hope, save for the few who seek its light, but even they ultimately succumb to the darkness.
Trivia:
Nicholai is the source and subject of the "Tao of Nicholai," an album of images created and maintained by Cordir on her page.
(original source of info: http://www.angelfire.com/pa/Nicholai/bio.html)
Nicknames: Nich, Nichy
Height: 5' 10.
Weight: 155 lbs.
Eyes: Sapphire blue, sometimes red depending on his mood.
Hair: mostly black, with hints of reddish brown.
Aura: Red.
Grin: Evil and fanged.
Likes: Evil ideas, Elven equipment, poetry, wine, sharp swords, magick, and of course the ladies.
Dislikes: Those who hunt evils for being evil, anyone who attacks Kindred, anyone who attacks Corri, idiots, self-righteous idiots, self-righteous preachy idiots.
Strengths: Intelligent clever and crafty, a Hopeless Romantic.
Weaknesses: Moody, often immature, a Hopeless Romantic.
Known for: Being invisible, depressing titles, X-files titles.
Trivia: Has been called an Elven Elitist for collecting Elven equipment, Studies the effects of leveling in his spare time (A theoretical levelist).
Favorite item: The Cape of the Ordinus Nosferatu.
Favorite area: Sanguinna.
Current Level: 50
Beliefs: If you leave me be I will leave you be. Never restrict yourself with superficial virtues. Be proud of who you are. The truth is more powerful than a lie. Do not discriminate upon race or aura, only stupidity and actions. Always show respect. Never mistreat a lady.
Nicholai's group: (1998):
[20 Cl:] Mystil 269/ 269 hp 194/ 194 mana 207/ 207 mv 194322 xp [ 5 Ma:] Lauren 124/ 124 hp 105/ 105 mana 186/ 186 mv 24628 xp [11 Sh:] Lena 152/ 152 hp 140/ 140 mana 165/ 165 mv 64785 xp [ 1 Or:] Palmer 359/ 359 hp 98/ 98 mana 251/ 251 mv 4011 xp [24 Wa:] Nicholai 407/ 407 hp 267/ 267 mana 483/ 483 mv 399384 xp [ 7 Wa:] Brian 211/ 211 hp 136/ 136 mana 271/ 271 mv 56978 xp [ 5 Wa:] DarkClaw 458/ 458 hp 209/ 209 mana 236/ 236 mv 37235 xp
Restrings
mist-shrouded robes of black elven chain
<worn on body> (Powerful magic) mist-shrouded robes of black elven chain Long Description: These robes of enchanted black elven chain were a gift from Chyld to Sire. Look Chain: Enchanted to shift from potent solidity to mist, mirroring its wearer, these sorcerous robes are made of the highest quality elven chain. Each link is an ebon-black, protecting the wearer from being revealed by the reflection of a light upon the metal. Supple and fluid, this robe was made by a master smith, for it flows like fabric but protects like the finest armor. Each link has a serpentine scale-like shape, hinting at the sinuous grace and strength of an ancient dragon. Look Mist: Cool mist shrouds the hem of this garment, flicking outward in sinuous tongues of gray vapor, erasing every footprint and trace of passage by he that dons it. Faint shapes appear here and there within the mist, winged and ethereal, their whispering voices bringing word of the speaking of a Name.
a tiny daisy protected within a glass band
Worn: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a tiny daisy protected within a glass band Long Description: A band of glass encloses and protects a tiny daisy from ever fading. Look Band Glass: Sand struck by lightning creates a unique form of glass - whether the bolts are called down by storm or by song, the end result is the same. Gathered and brought to the mage-smiths of Kharad-Delving, melted and reformed, it has been shaped into a ring that protects and encloses a tiny daisy. The design of the band has a childlike simplicity to it: no fancy bezels or ornate gems. On the inside curve of the glass ring, words have been carved in in flowing desert script: . "Moments of joy and hope last as long as you let them." Look Daisy: It was an impulsive gesture to reach out and connect with one she admires that prompted Samiyah to pick this tiny daisy. Its humble simplicity looked out of place in the pale hand of the Eldest when it was given but its message was one that was heartfelt: Hope need not fade. Bright moments of joy are not lessened by time, if the heart and soul are open to them. Now, that same bloom has been given a home within a frame of glass to preserve its message for always. Look Flower Hope: Studying the daisy, you see a ghostly reflection of it within the glass. Or perhaps it is not a reflection, but a captured ghost of a flower given at a time when both the one giving and the one receiving needed a reminder: Hope exists, no matter how dark the night. Look Storm Song A crystal clear vision appears into your mind, sweeping across your senses like a desert wind. Samiyah stands upon the soft desert dunes of her home, a thundering sky above her. Hands raised high, she sings to the storm: the answer is a series of three lightning bolts raining down from the heavens, as electric blue as the eyes of the one for whom she is crafting a gift. Look Keywords: Object Keywords: daisy flower glass band Restring Keywords: Band Glass | Daisy | Flower Hope | Storm Song | Keywords Crafted as part of the Nicholai Project, in deep respect for the Eldest, Nicholai, from one proud to name him friend.
Personal Timeline:
01/17/2004: Nicholai joins the Ash Moon Coven.
06/03/2012: Nicholai joins The Lost Ones.
12/22/2014: Nicholai saves a grievously injured Venom, making him Kindred. This is the first time in all of his centuries that Nicholai has created another vampire.
02/20/2014: Nicholai is presented with a gift by Samiyah - a daisy protected in a band of glass. (See restring above)
09/01/2014: Nicholai has the opportunity to battle Lanae, and defeats her 8 minutes, 49 seconds: Nicholai vs Lanae.
Player Information:
Quotables:
You ftell, 'But as far as the other magics go...there's weak, moderate, powerful, potent, and artifact.'.
You ftell, 'Did I miss any, Nich?'.
Nicholai ftells, 'that is all of them, except for "Nicholai"'.
You ftell, 'Hehe'.
Nicholai ftells, 'I am extra magicky'.
You ftell, 'You're the most magical of all.'.