“Are you gonna eat or you’re just gonna watch me?” The original frowned, looking up at the other person. “It’s not poisoned, I know how to cook.” He rolled his eyes. Well, Kieran was maybe the worst at everything lately, but cooking always had been one of the things he did the best.
“Who exactly are you trying to fool? In all the time I’ve known you, your food has always been poisonous.” The words were joking as Nikolai stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
“ Honestly, if I have to hear one more call to the station about someone’s homemade bottle rocket going wrong, I might LOSE It. Kids these days, you’d think with google at their fingertips they’d be able to figure out how to do it properly or at the very least find something MORE entertaining,” exhaling a deep sigh in frustration, Nirvana pulled the clean shirt overhead, glad to be out of her work attire. “I need a drink, or ten. I’m buying, you in?”
“A homemade --- what? Ah, well, I will certainly not turn down the offer of a drink.”
“This looks bad I know, but I swear it’s entirely work related and I don’t normally drag around a, well okay, I think I’m just going to shut up now, that seems like the better option here.”
Name; Nikolai Atwood
Nickname: Nik or Nikolai, he’ll respond to nothing else
Age: Appears twenty-three, is actually 1060+
Occupation: He is not doing anything currently, but he has had several different career paths over the years from photography to business to anything in between.
Languages Spoken: English, German, Norwegian, and some French
Accent: It is something of a combination of Norwegian and German
Residence: Apartment in the city
Positive Traits: Determined, charismatic, resourceful
Negative Traits: Stubborn, sadistic, overcritical
In-depth Information
Nikolai has spent much of his immortal life traveling the world, always moving from one city to the next, looking for the next venture to take. He finds remaining in one place for too long boring and uneventful. While he doesn’t admit it, a certain part of him craves a bit of chaos.
No matter the extent of time that has passed since he was mortal, since he was a witch, Nikolai will always miss the power that flowed within his veins. He desperately wants to be a witch again, but knows that it will never be possible. It is for this reason that he locates and teaches lost witches, taking them under his wing as if they shared the same blood as he.
He’s tried several times to stave off feeding from humans, but he finds that blood bags and animals are not something he particularly enjoys, so continues to feed from willing humans, if possible.