Post by Nicholaus I. Diabolus on May 13, 2013 11:35:34 GMT -5
..x.. the basics
Name: Nicholaus Issakus Diabolus
Age: Appears 28; 435
Race: Fey - Muse of Suicide
Birthday: November 13
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Crimson; Brown when glamoured
Hair: Black
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General Appearance: Nicholaus stands like he is the pillar of power and evil. His clothing is always straight black, no matter what he wears, though he finds some liking to dark purple under shirts, blood red scarves or waist belts. Lets start at his hair. Jet black and holding a bit of a shine to it. Though it hangs partially into the muse’s eyes, it doesn’t appear to grow any longer than that, stopping shortly above his shoulders elsewhere.
He never does anything with his hair, keeping it straight worn as it usually is and never cuts it any shorter. His face, having a slightly lightish tan to it, is smooth and well proportioned. His chin and cheek bones stand out slightly, adding to the handsome facial features. His nose is proportioned well, not overly large or small in either way. His lips, thin with hardly a smile seen out of them. If this man smiled, his face would crack.
His eyes are another matter. The only thing remotely different about them and the only tell tale sign of his blood heritage are the fact that they are a very noticeable bloody red. Only the pupil of course. These eyes that would dare to stare into the bottomless pit of Hell and lose his sanity are the same ones that would observe the lifestyles of the people of normal society.
His gaze is entrapping and has been known to cause horses to go mad and wild. Like the devil’s influence. The eyes of his family line are the one of two features that has been able to distinguish them from most others of his supernatural kind. The other being their wings. Nicholaus will very rarely show off his eyes. That being said, he resorts to wearing sunglasses. Even indoors.
The wings of the Diabolus family has been there since the beginning of the line. But it is also a downfall when most assume them to be dark angels. Nicholaus’s wings span a good ten feet on either side of him, which could give him a very overbearing and intimidating look. They are straight black, just like the color of his hair, but with a few qualities that classify them as wings of their own. The feathers, which look soft and normal, are not such.
They’re flexible, but the edges are sharp and razor-like. They’re like knives for feathers, hollow to give Nicholaus flight and easily accessible for weaponry. He never tends to pluck them off though. He loves his wings. Another quality about them are these wings don’t reflect light. They absorb it. So if you’re wondering why you don’t see the sunlight giving the wings a nice, glossy look, Nicholaus won’t hesitate to tell you why. He did find out that most cities are like one big secret. Everyone thinks you're human. So when he's not in his own home, his wings are kept under a long, black coat.
His body. Lithe, slim, agile. He stands 6’0". His shoulders are often straight with a slight slant as they trail down to his long arms. His hands are long, thin and somewhat scary, looking. Some children that see them compare his fingers to spider legs.
He sees their point. Nicholaus’s torso shows there is some muscle on the man, though not a terrible amount of it. But his choice of clothing will usually show how thin he is. Not an unhealthy sort, but just how in shape he is. His waist down is just about 3/5ths of his overall height. Thin waist, long legs and proportionate feet.
FC: Gaspard Ulliel
Talents: Glamour, inspiring people to kill themselves, breeding horses, warping(teleportation)
Interests:
1– Silence. It’s a great way to just relax.
2– Horses. They are majestic and amazing creatures to the Muse. He respects their existence and has a herd of them on his property.
3– Wine. It’s relaxing and has an amazing taste on his pallet. Since he was a teenager, he has enjoyed a glass here or there and it has stuck with him. Whiskey, beer or anything other than wine is shunned from touching his lips.
4– Humans. They are simply amazing and get his curiosity flowing like crazy. He loves to talk with them, be around them, study them, do things with them… But he also likes to make them kill themselves. Though only a select few here and there.
5– His wings. They are beautiful appendages that he cares for almost as much as his horses. Because of this, he tends not to fly or pluck his feathers for weapons. Instead, he keeps his wings hidden from the rest of the world or chooses not to fly. Instead, he uses his ability to warp to other places. Besides his own family and Saxon, no one has seen these wings of his. Through the power of influence, even his lovers had been convinced that he didn’t have wings. Thus, keeping their panic and surprise non-existent.
6– Art of all kinds. Music, singing, dancing… Anything to do with the sort of lineage he came from involving the original nine Muses, technically his Great Aunts. The interests are vast and massive for Nicholaus. Classical music is among his favorite genre. Paintings hang in his home and books line the shelves of his office. Various small sculptures sit around his home, symbolizing places he had visited. He doesn’t know how to dance so don’t bother asking.
7– Saxon. A no-brainer indeed. Saxon is the brother Nicholaus always wanted and the only one the Muse can trust to know anything about him. Nicholaus would go to the ends of the earth to do anything for the one he owns. Saxon would do the same.
8– Children. Though he has not been blessed with his own yet, children are something Nicholaus can’t figure out. Mostly because of their vast imagination and their personalities. He would spend hours with children if he had the option to do so, speaking with them to learn what was in their minds. One day, Nicholaus will try.
9– Books. He loves to read. Being that he doesn’t have a radio or television in his home, he resorts only to books or a really old record player for music. Books are plentiful in his home and there is nary a shelf that doesn’t have a book on it somewhere. Sometimes, he tends to ready books over and over if he can’t get out of his home for the day.
10– Nature. It’s amazing what the world around can do to a person. What it can inspire just from spending time within it. Nicholaus is surrounded by enough nature to feel at home in a large, personal bubble. Nature also involves the weather. More specifically, the rain. Rain puts him in a fantastic mood.
Personality: Nicholaus loves keeping the element of mystery around himself. He doesn't stay in a room too long unless it looks promising to his benefit. However, he spends a good amount of his time talking to people more often than not. When he absolutely has to however. He is fascinated with humans and makes sure they try and stay just as interested in him as well. He doesn't talk about himself at all and makes it more of a point to learn about who he speaks with. He is always looking to know someone for who they really are. And those reasons are not clear for the most part.
He is quite tolerant of just about any other species out there. Humans, lycanthropes, vampires, fae or any other sorts of things. He stays out of their way as much as possible. That keeps him alive mostly. If any trouble looks like it s about to start, Nicholaus will know. He can sense when the tension is mounting or when someone is getting upset. He s highly empathic and will usually respond accordingly by keeping calm or finding a way out of said area. Or using the power of his voice. He can always find who he wants later on. Once he has an emotional string to attach to, he turns into another head on a shoulder. That s when trouble can start.
Nicholaus is a smart muse and will do things rather subtly. Not in an instant like most. He takes his time getting to know people until he finds that one weakness that might just push you into suicidal tendencies. Once there, he ll decide whether to talk you out of it or push you over the edge completely. Usually, it s the latter. He loves the thrill of pushing buttons when he gets to that point, and seeing what sort of demise the human causes themselves to go through. Lets be clear. He s only a human hunter, but he hasn't physically killed anyone yet.
Nicholaus has a good, long fuse that keeps him from losing his temper, whatever that is. He has gotten to be too relaxed and cool headed around those that approach him in a hurry to beat him up. He ll negotiate or play dumb to get out of it completely, but the power of voice can intertwine with his normal socializing and easily persuade people. He knows this of course, but keeps things interesting by not keeping a leash on certain powers. Diplomacy tends not to be a problem with him. If you find yourself getting under his skin, he ll get under yours.
For other matters such as attraction or love or playfulness... Nicholaus dares not to venture into such petty emotions or states of mind. They seem to cause more harm than good for him or anyone else. So he steers clear of anything as such and devotes a hefty amount of time caring only for his horses when he's not trying to make people kill themselves.
Weaknesses: Being a bit cold-hearted, His inner struggles, Lack of communication with the world, Being too secretive, Self-destructive, iron or other metals
Strengths: His creativity, His curiosity, His love of learning, His self-control, His appreciation of humanity
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History: When you think of the Muse, do you ever wonder where they had come from? What inspired them when they are the ones who inspire us? What are they, truly? The face in a painting or the ideas that have yet to be created into something… Muses are most related to what makes humans thrive. Art, music, song, dance, literature, knowledge and the like.. Expressive ways to show what we have in our hearts and minds. No one knows how they came to be, despite many myths and beliefs of their existence. But in Ancient Greece, there were nine. Of the nine, there was one that differed from the rest. Melpomene. The Muse of Tragedy.
Melpomene envied her sisters for a majority of her existence, but she still inspired tragedy in the arts. The more depressing and satire that would be expressed therein gave her little comfort to what should have made her proud. For without tragedy, people would be far too happy. But each year passing, she grew to hate that she could not inspire something happier. She inspired as much tragedy as she possibly could, blinded by feelings that she couldn’t get off her chest. And because of her actions, she caught the attention of a demon. He had no name. But he seduced the angry muse and convinced her to sign her soul to him. Many would think it impossible for someone to inspire a muse, but it was certainly possible.
She became his for the taking and from them both came a set of twins. A boy and girl, both of which held the powers of inspiring something upon a human being. But something having to do with tragedy. That’s where the family line of Diabolus began. Through the years to follow, and after the demon and Melpomene died off, Raoryu Erebus Diabolus and Maretha Sidoney Diabolus took the family reigns. Raoryu was the Muse of Death. Maretha was the Muse of Jealousy. Together, through acts of incest and desire for power, they brought on the Diabolus family. The act of incest was believed to keep their family line strong and pure, both of which didn’t have a problem teaching that to their children. Neither did either have a problem bedding their own children when they were adults.
Centuries later, their blood had grown black and thick with power of influence. Raoryu gained a wealthy lifestyle in Greece and was feared by enough mortals by the time Nicholaus was born. By far his best offspring, he knew Nicholaus would not disappoint. His son would be the head of the family when time was to come. Or so he was hoping. He spoiled Nicholaus from the very beginning, giving the child whatever he wished for and a good education as well. Maretha was jealous instantaneously, but did her best not to kill the one son Raoryu cherished the most. Most of the family lived in Greece by that time, but others ventured out to continue their infectious family line elsewhere.
So with Nicholaus being one of the last sons Raoryu might ever have, he grew up to be a spoiled child with no argument from his father. When he was ten, they moved to England after the Battle of Gravelines took place off the Coast of France. Plenty of chaos and disorder drove them there and it became the first step in Nicholaus discovering his potential. He met one of his uncles/brothers there and was given a shapeshifter as a birthday gift when he turned fifteen in 1593. Nicholaus wasn’t too fond of Saxon, as he called the shifter. But they grew close over Nicholaus’s teen years, being the muse’s only friend and much like a brother.
When Nicholaus first became aware of his Muse powers, it was an accident. He got into the habit of wandering the streets at night, lurking around in the alleyway and curious to see how others lived in poverty. Which differed from his own rich lifestyle. He started talking to the homeless, sitting with them to get to know more about them and figure out what ailed them the most. His influence on them was subtle, but effective. He asked questions, made suggestions and his actions caused them to sacrifice themselves. The number of dead homeless people in the immediate area caused a stir and led people to believe there was a plague or serial killer on the loose. But Nicholaus confessed to his father of his doings, which Raoryu praised the boy for and told him it was best to continue.
Nicholaus sharpened his skills all by practicing on anyone that bothered to talk to him. Sometimes he would purposely stalk others for weeks or months, infecting their mind with ideas when he figured out they were depressed over something. /he made himself proud of his work when people were reported committing suicide when either perfectly healthy or shouldn’t have had a reason to do themselves in the first place. The family moved back to Greece when Nicholaus was eighty. But by then, Nicholaus had an interest in going to a university. Raoryu had no disagreement and sent Nicholaus wherever he wanted to go. Not having aged past 28, he looked young enough to fit in with the crowds of other humans. Despite the fact he had to use a darkened pair of lenses in glasses to hide his crimson eyes.
He traveled back to England and attended classes in Psychology at the University of Oxford. It wasn’t a surprise that these new surroundings and such a way of life amongst so many humans by himself caused him to fail his first time at the university. However, he tried at it again. With plenty of hard work and study into the field of the human mind and by shutting out the world around him, he passed and graduated with a Bachelors in Philosophy. This obviously made his father proud. But to continue on with his education, he went to Cambridge and received his Masters in Psychology there. Though afterwards, he wasn’t sure what to do once he was done with gaining plenty of knowledge of the human mind.
He went back to Greece to live with his parents and reunite with Saxon. By 1701, Nicholaus and Saxon moved to the United States and settled in a small town in Massachusetts. He established himself as a man many could talk to. A therapist of sorts. And with unease with world events going on, he was turning out to be a well-known person to unload all stresses on. He made a few lovers out of some of the women he was seeing. That came with the dislike of their husbands, who apparently weren’t giving them enough of what they wanted. Rumors spread quickly that Nicholaus was putting some sort of spell on them and he was chased out of town before they could hang him. They traveled over the years through Connecticut, Maryland and Virginia before the Revolutionary War took place.
Nicholaus was involuntarily forced into action with soldiers of the human race. And some not so human. He wasn’t a fighter and this became a real turning point in his life. Usually self-absorbed and uncaring to what he did to humans, only by fighting with them by their side did he come to realize there was more to them than just their selfishness and depression. He fought with people that were dying for freedom and a country that they had taken from others who lived here before them. War definitely changed his outlook on humans as a whole. After the Treaty of Paris was signed in 1783 and war came to a halt, Nicholaus returned to his home in Virginia, greeted happily by Saxon and rested for a good, long while, rethinking his whole attitude towards the human race.
He ended up moving to a ranch house far from everyone, surrounded by nature and one dirt road passing by his home. At the age of 230, Nicholaus had no intention of being around people at all. He was more of a hermit and he loved it. He didn’t hear much from his parents and he didn’t know what was going on with the rest of his family. Just just seemed to disappear in the countryside. Nicholaus kept up with current events however and moved to another state each time he heard of rumors that he was some sort of odd man or monster or something of their imaginative nature. He moved several times through the Mid West and seen storms and tornadoes of the worst magnitude. Still, he and Saxon survived to see another day.
In 1845, he followed a massive number of people towards the West where Nevada was. The Gold Rush drew his curiosity. Greed was something he knew well about human nature. They were always greedy for something. He took interest and studied quietly from a camp just outside of the mines. All the activity. Madness it was. In 1850, he traveled to California and was more or less driven to the rich nature and beauty of the land. He settled in Los Angeles first to better get a feel of the place of course. A few years passed before he was inspired to set up shop as what he had learned best to be. He was a local therapist and he had plenty of patients coming to him weakly. Some he helped and others were beyond helping. Regardless, he was humble to be back in a mind of mind that he belonged.
Nicholaus lived through plenty in LA and when the movie industry boomed, so did Nicholaus’s lust for human minds. Who do you think was responsible for stars and musicians going into depression and killing themselves? Who do you think was the primary person they spoke to? Well after World War II, Nicholaus packed everything up and moved across the country to St. Louis to a house with an area large enough for Saxon and the herd of horses he has. A simple-looking home that doesn’t draw attention to himself, but far enough away to keep people from bothering him. His home is his office and that is where he likes it.
He still made his talent of being a psychologist known to the human population and still tends to help people more than make them kill themselves. Being able to suppress most of what he is and the nature of his bloodline has made him feel more tolerable of humanity and only that much more tolerable to the supernatural. When the supernatural creatures made themselves more prominent, Nicholaus had a certain amount of pity towards the humans, but it seemed to have no effect either way.
So what is he doing back on the East Coast in New York? He decided to set up his little office again and have another crack at city life. Words of recent supernatural activity seem to make him curious anyway.
Family: A VERY big family...
RP Sample: Saxon cantered in a rather lackadaisical way through the roads leading up to the castle. His body language showed that he was happy to be off the farm for once, but having to travel so far up the rocky paved roads to the castle above was a bit of a drag. In other instances, Nicholaus would have road any of the other horses he owned, but Saxon insisted, not knowing this was the trip they'd be taking. Certainly would make the sylph think twice, wouldn't it?
Nicholaus breathed in the air, smelling the cooking meats and the fresh breads baking in the ovens. He'd hear the calls of merchants trying to sell their wares and the whinnies of the horses in the local stables. Poor children and some adults huddled in the streets and amongst the alleys as they hid from guards and knights alike. Early afternoon and the roads and sections of the castle's kingdom were bustling with activity all around. But Nicholaus said not a word as he let his horse lead the way. Saxon knew exactly where they were going.
The fae was covered in a black cloak covering his black tunic and black breeches and matching riding boots. He looked rather fine, but plain and wore no significant jewelry or adornments that would make anyone think he was above a peasant richer than most. Nicholaus cared not about his appearance, but his attitude and intellect while he spoke most definitely made people aware that he was no common person. Well educated, Nicholaus knew the ins and outs of business and how to conducted himself.
Lifting his chin as Saxon approached the castle gate, he pronounced himself and dismounted Saxon. Clicking his tongue but a couple times, he watched the horse walk off with one of the guards towards the stables just outside the castle walls. He hated having to come to the castle unless absolutely necessary. Even then, it was annoying. But business was business. The fae took a breath and adjusted the dark spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
Though once inside the doors, he made his way through the courtyard and inside the building. Walking down the hall, he had subconsciously changed the color of his eyes from their normal crimson to a light brown. He knew too often that the dark spectacles hiding his eyes annoyed much of the council. Not wanting to cause a stir, he was respectful and removed them after his eyes were a normal color. He passed by other nobles and guards along the way, barely offering a greeting much less a glance.
It wasn't long before he found himself approaching the throne room. the smell of roasted meats and fruits and pastries... The sounds of instruments and laughing and merry making... Nicholaus felt the knot in the pit of his stomach. A celebratory-like feast. Lovely. He hated... loathed social events like this. And when he had been summoned to the castle, he had no idea of this. Not a very good surprise for the fae that much preferred to be alone by himself.
He swallowed heavily and paused in the front of the large doors ahead of him. This had better be a good reason for him to be here. Or he was surely going to do his best to find a way out. Squinting a bit, he stared at the handle, reaching out and pushing the door open. The heat from inside the throne room almost knocked him over. All the noise and activity swarmed and invaded his ears and he forced himself not to turn around and leave right there.
The door shut behind him and he looked around at the people in the room. And soon his eyes settled in the Queen herself. He was the black sheep of the herd and he knew it well. Being that he preferred to live amongst the peasants instead of in the Noble village or the castle. He had his reasons. And here, everyone seemed well dressed in such wonderful colors. And here he was, dressed in black like someone was dead and gone. He stood there, hands at his sides as he awaited recognition of the party members and the Queen. He ran a hand through his black hair, trying to seem as professional as possible now.
almost finished now ..x..
[/color]Characters Quote: "Once Upon a Time.. All stories had happy endings... Yours is a little different."
Anything else?: There's no need to clarify my finger snap.
Custom Title: Dark Whisperer
User Name: Sharpie[/center]
