Post by Kol Mikaelson on Apr 15, 2015 2:36:23 GMT
☨Overview☦
Full Name: Kol Mikaelson
Age: 21 (in frivolous human years) / 1032 (Original vampire years! ;1)
Birthday: August 4, 983 A.D.
Height/Weight: 6'1" / 162 lbs
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Brown
Birthplace: Ancient Mystic Falls, VA
Parents: The lovely and loving Esther and Mikael (do they even deserve to be called our parents anymore?)
Siblings: The newly returned older sister Freya, estranged brother Finn, my "lookalike" sibling Elijah, Nik, my baby sister Rebekah, and little Henrik
Children: Hm...ooh! Every vampire in my sired bloodline is technically my "child" ;1
Special Abilities: Well, I am an Original. That's special all in itself ;1 My favorite of the Original abilities would be the gift of compulsion. Be it compelling humans, furry animals, or other vampires, I love it. I can make them do whatever I want, hehe.
Heritage: Norwegian/Anglo-Saxon
☦Personality☨
Type: ENTP 6w7
Greatest Strength: Well, for starters, Elijah once accused me having a "vile imagination" and that there's no end to it. He was right, of course. Big brother often is, hehe. There is no end to imagination! I introduced a young Marcellus to all the wonders a vampire can do by presenting him with a special performance of "Hamlet". The cast was comprised of random low-life peasants I compelled and the best part...every death was real! Ha! It made for a lovely source of entertainment! The boy's stunned horror and dear 'Lijah's lecturing...so very amusing. Of course...it did earn me another dagger in the heart, so the fun was short-lived. Nik, once again, took away my freedom. Back to strengths! Oh, my faith. I believe in the impossible. I'm no doubting Thomas. I don't need to see it to believe in it. I place unshakable trust in the things I believe in. Silas, for example, was real. I always knew he was. Granted, he's not the one who brought about the end times like the legends foretold, mankind's lust for power saw to that, but he exists and that's enough for me. Also, my joking attitude can either lift a mood or earn me a slap. I don't care either way. Everyone's so serious all the time, which reminds me other another strength of mine. I know how to have fun and make a joke out of even the most dismal situations. Really, it's become a lost art ;1
Greatest Weakness: Now, what would be considered a weakness? The way I see it, that's all a matter of opinion. People see me as selfish. I see myself getting what I want. That's all I care about. I only look out for myself. Someone has to. Why should I put my happiness on the line for someone who isn't willing to do the same for me? No...only caring about myself and the things I want is the surest way to secure happiness. See, I would consider my siblings a weakness, but what's the point? If they die, they die. Life goes on. It's not like I haven't lost all of them before, in one way or another. I'm better off without them, anyway. The only reason I've stuck around this long is this damned Apocalypse. If the world ever returns to its former glory, I'm off to find my own way once again. Alright, I also don't trust or forgive easily. That's something I'll consider a weakness.
Greatest Source of Annoyance: Nik's happy trigger finger with those White Oak Ash Daggers. I hate those things. God, and don't even get me started on my family. They've been a constant nag for centuries. What with their fake promises of being a family only to turn around and stab you in the back. Every time I so much as consider striking back, they accuse me of being in the wrong when they're the ones that started it by betraying me. They're all hypocrites, the whole lot of them.
Most Admirable Trait in Others: People who embrace what they are rather than complaining like a whiny baby. I also hold witches in very high esteem, having traveled with them throughout the 13th and 17th centuries. I learned many things from them and on my travels. I suppose I also admire just...genuine people. People who never give you cause to doubt them or question their motives. It's even better if they can let loose and have fun on top of that. Unfortunately, people like that are hard to come by. Only the manipulative tricksters remain, myself included ;1
Habits: Head tilts, "playing" baseball, terrorizing the commoners, indulging my sadistic tendencies, and treating life as a game. There's always time for games ;1 Oh, and annoying my siblings on a daily basis. I find riling up Nik, the "baby", to be especially entertaining ;1
Ambitions: To have fun for eternity! It's hard to have fun when you're desiccating, though, so I also want to preserve human life. I really hate this Apocalypse...I was undaggered after a hundred year slumber to this. The world was beautiful when I was forced to sleep and now only a hollow shell remains. Definitely not what I wanted to wake up to. I preferred earth the way it was...so, somehow, I'd like to get that back. Whether it's possible or not, I plan to see every inch of this world before it's end. Some great monuments might even remain! It's a shame I missed the world during the 21st century, when technology was at its peak. I'll never forgive Nik for that or any of the other time he stole from me. Oh, and more than anything...I just want my family to care.
Fears: Other than the White Oak Stake, what's there to fear for an Original Vampire? Nothing. I'm contentedly without fear ;1 On the surface. Deep down...there's quite a number of things that I fear. My greatest fear is death. I don't fancy dying anytime soon. I know where I'm going if I die right now and it'll be the furthest thing from pleasant in that hell. Pun intended. I haven't acknowledged this looming fear, though, so I continue on as I always have. Selfishly dancing through life, doing whatever I please. In fact, yes, it's important to note I haven't openly recognized any of my fears. They're all technically secrets, too. I'm afraid of losing my family, whether it's one of them dying or simply not wanting to be around me anymore. I'm afraid of annoying them or disappointing them to the extent that they...wind up hating me. Not only being annoying or disappointing, actually. Just that they'll hate me for being...me. Don't get me wrong, I love me. I love my title as the "Happy Homicidal Maniac." It's lovely ;1 However...once or twice, I've entertained the thought that perhaps...if I were somehow different, then...my family might actually include me. They would want me around. They would accept me, trust me...heh, love me. Hehe, which brings me back to the thing I fear most. Death. The main reason I fear it isn't because I'm a mere coward clinging to survival, but...I fear what would happen if I died. That my family wouldn't mourn or miss me...wouldn't care. I feel like they would just move on so easily, that I'm not important enough to be grieved for long. Aren't fears depressing? Hehe. Luckily! I keep them buried six feet below. No one knows and I go on living my carefree existence ;1
Secrets: I've always felt like an outsider in my own family. I cause mischief for attention, taking on the role of the annoying little brother. Most of the time it's all in good fun, but sometimes that desire to be noticed by them is a motivator. An ulterior motive to cause trouble ;1 I also constantly question whether or not they legitimately care about me, but I think I've already thoroughly covered that base. I'm jealous of Marcel for being treated more like family than I ever was. They instantly loved him and I was shoved back into a coffin for 80 years. That's just a little ridiculous. I'm their brother. Yet they ignored me like I was nothing more than a thorn in their side. 'Suppose I was...am, but isn't that supposed to be one of the beautiful bonds of family? That they will forgive you no matter what sins you commit and will love you...always and forever? Although, to be fair, my family isn't normal and we've been through centuries of bad blood. Some things are just unforgivable. I suppose I'm not really one to talk. I mean, I've been angry for a thousand years and the others have their own problems. Obviously, we're too damaged to ever function as one big happy family. Oh, well. Life goes on ;1 I do miss being a witch sometimes...or warlock. What have you. I was a bit of a magical prodigy, tapped into my powers early on and my mother trained me in the ancient arts. It was...incredible, having that amount of power over the forces of nature. I loved it, honestly. Then we were turned into vampires and I was forever separated from my magic. That's one of the reasons I spent so much time with witches. I felt that connection to my own magic around them. I even created several dark magic objects over the years, all scrambled around New Orleans. Anyway, I accepted my vampire nature as well. I was actually the first to accept it out of my siblings. I learned to love it just as much as I loved being a witch and to fully appreciate all the perks that came with it ;1 And my biggest secret...I have an indescribable jealousy of Nik. No matter what tale he spins, he was never truly an outsider. If anything, he was more incorporated into the family than anyone else. I was the odd one out and I'm jealous of him for being constantly adored and supported, getting everything he wants no matter how many times he screws up. I like him, too. He's still my brother...ugh. It's complicated and I'm never going to admit it anyway.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: I'm an imp ;1 Absinthe is my favorite alcoholic beverage. The hallucinogenic kick is unlike any other, hehe. I also really love Africa. I admire its natural beautiful and untouched mystery. Of course, I've explored far more mysteries than any human has ;1 But there's one place there, near a particular waterfall, where I've witnessed the most breathtaking sunsets. I appreciate their simple beauty and elegance. Oh! Fun fact: I share the same birthday as father dearest. Hilarious, isn't it? ;1 My favorite saying is "take heart" from John 16:33. I'm not entirely certain of the reason, but it's always stood out to me. All of my siblings were daggered in Italy in 1114 A.D., but thanks to Nik those foolish Hunters paid the price. Victory! Unfortunately, the daggers remained long after their demise and I've been daggered three other times. Also thanks to Nik. The last time was perhaps my least favorite. Silly, lovesick, bratty Bekah betrayed me to Nik in order to win favor in her relationship with Marcellus, once again proving she would choose love over family. That girl...she falls for every man who shows her an ounce of attention. It's a bit pathetic. Poor Beks. She's my partner in crime, though, so I can never stay upset with her for long ;1 Oh, we're also the only ones that call brother "Nik" instead of "Klaus" or even..."Niklaus" as 'Lijah enjoys calling him, hehe. And...I love music. It's the best part of the modern age :1
Favorite Color: Royal Blue
Favorite Animal: Once upon a time, I thought it was a koala, but no. It's a goat (we have complicated history).
Favorite Musical Artist: KoL (Kings of Leon) ;1 Hehe, it's really U2 (although...I have a slight fondness for Ashes Remain, as well)
Favorite Movie: Black Death
Favorite Book: "Peter Pan" by J.M. Barrie
Relationship Status/Significant Other: Like I said, relationships are too serious. I've never been in a committed relationship, only flings, never fallen, and I'd like to keep it that way. All those feelings could get in the way of my fun and I don't want that to be ruined. That being said, there's my familial relationship. Despite its bumps and problems, it's the only relationship I even remotely care to have. That and this page looks so dreadfully plain without a picture so...a family picture it is! Family Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Or two pictures ;1 On the left is a formal family portrait we took at a ball, and to the right is a more casual image. We
convinced Elijah to wear his "outing shirt" for the photo ;1 Nik is the one who took the photo, though, so that's why
he isn't gracing you with his presence on camera. My apologies to Freya and Henrik, but there isn't a picture of
all of us yet. We'll have to remedy that soon, won't we?
