Intense is perhaps the best way to describe him. A stony mask worn to keep others at arm's length and hide the compassion that he often feels for others. As they say, though, still waters run deep. Despite the placid surface of his personality he feels his passions very strongly and often follows his heart more than his mind in certain situations, which can make him somewhat unpredictable.Biography:
Military families were hardly rare in the kingdom. As the Queen gained power her thirst for greater military might naturally grew, only to be slaked by the many loyal to the throne and the country. Nikolai was groomed from a very young age to join in his father's footsteps and become a great military leader. The Prestons were family friends, and their own son, Brandt, was being trained for other endeavors. Despite their disparate educations, Nikolai and Brandt were good friends as they grew up together.
Nikolai enlisted the day he was old enough enough to join the military. He said his farewells to his family and to his friend, Brandt, and went off to begin his training (which he knew he was more than prepared for) and his first post. Excelling at nearly everything they could throw at him, he quickly rose through the ranks. Hand-to-hand combat was like a second nature to him, military tactics came with ease, making quick decisions in the face of danger was as easy as drawing a breath.
He would have become a General one day if it weren't for one peculiarity regarding his abilities: he was too good
at killing people. For this reason he was singled out and brought into the ranks of the Queen's Assassins. Of course, they did not call themselves that at first, instead they used names like "hand of the queen", or "special forces" or similarly ambiguous names.
More training began, it was different than before, where he normally fought face-to-face he instead fought in shadows and through deceit and with his mind. It was as much to be able to wield a dagger as it was to stalk an enemy over days, weeks, or months to find a proper opening to strike. The strength he felt seeped into his soul like a snake's venom, paralyzing his conscience--and how could it be wrong if it was in the service of the good of the kingdom?
He learned, eventually, that the assassins worked in teams of two--the Agent and the Handler. Typically depicted as a falcon on a leather gauntlet, the Agents were sometimes referred to as Falcons or Birds of Prey whereas the Handlers were known simply as the Gauntlet (an image that also brought to mind control through a tight grip). The Handlers served as the mind and the eyes of the Queen's secret police--the spies and the agent provocateurs that roamed the lands finding the targets for her wrath. They were also tasked to know the minds of their Agents, and if one ever showed signs of disloyalty they were to kill them immediately. Agents, of course, were not aware of this directive.
Nikolai's Handler was someone that knew him remarkably well. While he was busy soldiering, his childhood friend Brandt was being honed into the efficient spy that he had now become. Privy to the secrets of the kingdom, and well rewarded for his service to the Queen, Brandt had long since changed. While Nikolai believed in the goodness of his country, Brandt was more concerned with the power that he had thusfar acquired.
Missions came and went, most of them were military targets, or terrorists after one fashion or another. Designed to ease Nikolai into the roll of killing when it suited the Queen to have him do so. One mission would change all of that, though.
Rebels were being funneled across the borders of the kingdom and they had discovered the source of the breach. It was a small house in the farmlands, far from any other settlement. He stalked the site, keeping an eye on the activities taking place. A merchant came frequently to the house every few days, which gave him an easy way into the home to take care of his mark. The merchant was not difficult to ambush and subdue, left tied and unconscious in a tree as Nikolai took his place and rode towards the farm house. His order was to kill everyone he found within to demonstrate that such activity would not be tolerated and to remove the rebel sympathizers within--as well as any rebels that may still be hiding inside.
He passed easily enough as the merchant to enter inside the door when the home owner answered. With the sound of the door shutting behind him his knife quickly slit the man's throat, letting him fall quietly to the ground. He quickly made his way through the house from room to room, looking for any others, though he could not find any evidence of anyone else inside until he came upon a disturbed rug that revealed just the slightest corner of a doorway into a basement. Opening it just a crack to see what may be inside and how to enter, he decided to quickly throw it open and jump down into the room to catch the others off guard. When he landed and looked up into the room, fire-light glittering from his blood-stained knife, he noticed not a group of militarized rebels but the rest of the man's family tending to the wounds of people he could only assume were Rebels--though some of the faces he recognized from his days in the military. The mother moved to protect her children, abandoning the bandages she was wrapping around one man's broken arm. Another man tried to reach for a weapon, but found the metal to heavy to lift. Not knowing what to do next he looked from one to the other as if he were the one that was cornered by overwhelming odds. Wordlessly he disappeared back into the house and ran away, leaving the rest of the people in the house alive.
Wracked by guilt he returned the next day to his lookout where he had been watching the home. When he arrived, however, all he could see was a plume of thick smoke rising from the building which had been engulfed by a raging inferno. He felt a similar rage swell within his heart. When he tried to explain it to Brandt, his friend--his Handler
--only informed him that he ordered the building burned to cover up Nikolai's mistake. The rage swelling once again he fought his one-time friend, striking a wounding blow to his left eye before guards arrived to help Brandt. Nikolai managed to escape and used his different skills to evade capture as he ventured farther and farther from the lands controlled by the Queen until he finally found a group of rebels.
He now works with the Rebels for the good of the country, doing what he believes is best. He now sees the Queen as a corrupt tyrant that needs to be deposed. He can see the toll her thirst for power takes on the land. All the things he had been blind to for so long he now sees clearly. Still haunted by his past sins, he seeks to find some way to attone for the blood he has spilled.Appearance:
At the peak of physical fitness for a man of his age. He is an average height of approximately 5'10" and just over 200 pounds. His skin is slightly tanned, though likely only due to working outdoors a great deal. His eyes are a steely gray and his hair a dark brown, though he keeps his head shaved.Weapons:Skills:
Stealth, lying, hand-to-hand combat are among his special skills. He is also a natural leader and well versed in military tactics.Strengths:
Willful, extremely adept at hand-to-hand combatWeaknesses:
Being actively hunted by agents of the Queen, making it difficult to move through populated areas controlled by her people. While good with ranged weaponry, he is most dangerous when he is within arm's reach of his opponent. Armor hinders him and his ability to fight, leaving him with little more than leather for physical protection in a fight. From time to time his heart gets the better of him causing him to act in irrational ways, though he seems able to justify his actions to himself later.Sexual Nature:
Heterosexual and primarily dominant. One of the few ways his inner passions can really shine through to the surface.Turn Ons & Offs:
No bathroom-play of course, but beyond that I'm pretty open... If you're wondering just check with me first. Any extra details can be found in my own ons/offs. Quote:"We all have blood on our hands."