Post by Mikael on Mar 31, 2015 23:15:52 GMT
✖ Overview ✖
Full Name: Mikael Sveinson
Age: 54 (human) / 1064 (vampire)
Birthday: August 4, 950
Height/Weight: 5'11" / 165 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Blond
Birthplace: Vingulmark, Kingdom of Norway
Parents: Svein Olafsson (father) and Øydis (mother)
Siblings: Dahlia (sister-in-law)
Children: Freya, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik Mikaelson (beloved children), Niklaus (bastard step-son)
Special Abilities: I am the oldest and strongest of the Original Vampires. My high levels of pain tolerance renders such trifling weapons as werewolf venom, vervain, and even enchanted artifacts virtually useless against me.
Heritage: Norwegian
✖ Personality ✖
Type: INTP 8w9
Greatest Strength: My strength, my fortitude. No matter the pain, no matter the peril, I will endure, and I will succeed in conquering my foe, or seeing my goal to its end. I am patient, calculated, and utterly devious when necessary.
Greatest Weakness: My pride, and my unforgiving nature.
Greatest Source of Annoyance: Cowardice, impulsiveness, unfaithfulness, pathetic weaklings, the very sight of werewolves, and that despicable lie Niklaus told my children about me killing my dearest wife. The little coward turned my entire family against me with that one lie for a millennium, after he himself wrapped his hands around my wife's neck and snuffed the life out of her, all because of his unmanageable, bestial temper. Also, that I was killed at the hands of that boy once before, and by my own weapon, no less.
Most Admirable Trait in Others: Bravery, a calm, calculated approach in battle, and the strength of character to never show any strain or sign of weakness to an enemy or ally. As a true warrior, you must lift others up with your own strength, and if you are lost in petty words and sob stories, you are only falling prey to the pathetic mindset the modern era has adopted as its norm.
Habits: Hunting down my children and other creatures of the night, constantly honing my skills both as a warrior and as a vampire, meditating, whittling stakes, training myself to overcome the bloodlust, wandering in this godforsaken apocalypse that has struck, keeping Finn and Esther from harm, and listening to old Nordic folk songs when I get the chance.
Ambitions: To kill Niklaus, to destroy Dahlia, to erase any traces of those filthy werewolf and abominable hybrid species, and to be reunited with the rest of my family. If at all possible, I would very much like us to be whole once more. None of Esther's silly notions of destroying them all. Instead, what I wish is to train each and every one of them to do what I have done, to condition themselves to feed on vampire blood rather than the blood of the weak, and as a family, we can survive, and go on to thrive as we always intended.
Fears: That any tragedy should befall my children in that city they have built. After all, they have made many enemies for themselves under the abhorrent leadership of their bastard brother, and I would hate to see any of them come to ruin for following him. Also, that Dahlia should get her hands on my beloved Freya again. Though, this is not so much a fear as something I shall prevent.
Secrets: I did not always hate Niklaus. In fact, when he was born, I was greatly moved, rejuvenated by the promise of a family, and in his eyes I saw a warrior. However, as he grew older, it was obvious he was nothing more than a pathetic disappointment, and so, when I learned he was not mine, the relief I felt was indescribable. Surely, such a weak excuse for a living being could not have come from my blood. And as for my "questionable" parenting toward Niklaus, I was doing what was best, in order to ensure that ungrateful whelp's survival. We perhaps would have all been better off had I not tried to keep him alive. Of my children, Freya was always my favorite, until Rebekah came along. I do have a soft spot for my daughters. Now, I'd say it's a tie. And of my sons, I am proudest to call Elijah my own. He exhibits everything a true warrior should be, and I have never witnessed anything but strength and virtue in him. I also believe we were too desperate, distraught after the death of Henrik, and therefore, our decision to turn our children into immortals was an irrational one, one that could have surely benefited from better and more sound counsel. However, I cannot regret the decision, for we were doing what we thought best to protect our family, and to this day, it has protected them. I still harbor animosity toward my wife for her infidelity, but not so much that she is beyond forgiveness. And perhaps...somewhere in the back of my mind, I don't completely hate Niklaus. Not that I've acknowledged this, of course.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: I am the monster who monsters are afraid of, the vampire who hunts vampires. Throughout my thousand years as a vampire, I have never sired a single vampire to my bloodline. I have learned to prey on the predators, the creatures of the night, not the innocent, therefore I adamantly refuse to feed on human or animal blood, unless they are an individual I have deemed to be not quite so innocent. I carry a new White Oak Stake with me, the only weapon that can truly kill an Original, and my wife has enchanted it so that it can never be destroyed. However, as with the previous stake, it has one single target. Back when our family resided in the Old World, I named my viking sword Rathul, after the early morning sun, for its golden hilt was like the color of Freya's hair, and it would always remind me of her while I was away in battle.
Favorite Color: Sanguine
Favorite Animal: Valakadyn Sea Snake
Favorite Musical Artist: Fair to Midland, and Wardruna
Favorite Movie: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Favorite Book: Beowulf
Relationship Status/Significant Other: My darling wife Esther.
