GRIMM, nicolai erebus

[Nicolai Erebus Grimm]

I go by Fender, and my time zone is Eastern. I found this site by Word of Mouth. You can contact me Personal message.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Nicolai Erebus Grimm. Goes by Nico.

AGE:

He is 21, though looks a little older. His real age is 191.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Vampire, again.

NATIONALITY:

American, German, Italian.

OCCUPATION:

Forensic analyst.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Standing an inch shorter than his father (which to him is a huge deal), the man still comes out quite tall. Most women reach his chest or shoulders tops in terms of hugging that is. The mans skin is peach. It is not a pale peach but more of a tanned-peach as before he was turned, he was one to be out in the sun, despite his father's orders. His eyes are just like his mothers; a very light baby blue. In some lighting they seem to be a darker blue or even a green, but they're blue... A light blue... Like a gray-blue. Grey eyes. His hair is like his fathers; dark brown so bad it is near black as the night. Despite his intimidating muscles, the man is like any other bloke out there. Just one not to be messed with.

CELEB CLAIM:

Josh Kloss.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

"You disobedient fool." Is a sentence that reigns supreme with him and his father and is constantly used. Nicolai is a rebellious soul. Most of the time he does things just because you don't want him to or you said no. Kind of a stupid thing to do, but the man does not like authority - more or less his father. He is trying to come to terms to cope with it and get along, but it is difficult with the man as both are head-headed, stubborn, ignorant, jerks. Like father, like son, right? Though he may be impulsive and rebellious, he does have some common sense. Notice the word 'some'. He does act out a lot and gets into a lot of trouble - even in the line of work - however, with work, he's almost like a changed man; more professional, though still has a mouth that will get him in trouble.

He's the man that lives in the now, or the present. He is a masochist at heart and still a pessimistic realist/literalist, however, he can see both sides of the story - but it doesn't mean he understands or likes it. The man, like his father, is a protective and territorial man. Once he deems something his, he will do what he can to keep it safe; whether it be food or a girl. He is stubborn, protective, and territorial. Along with that the man is a sweet-pea... Behind closed doors. He has a wild and slightly hardened exterior that he has to keep up, right? However, he is nice and caring when the situation calls for it. It is not common, however. Nicolai is the kind of guy who will fight to the death and get the last word in an argument. He's quite the handful, more or less. Though if you know how he ticks and tocks, then you're in good hands.

LIKES:

Alessandra. Hunting. Being powerful. Finding out stuff. The rarest blood types. The Italian culture. The Italian language. Speaking in his native tongue. Tiramisu though it gets him incredibly ill - but he's an ignorant sap. Winning his father's attention, affection, smiles, and praise. Getting paid - who doesn't? Accurate TV shows about the supernatural. Making a mess and not getting into trouble (i.e.; killing someone and making a mess of his food without Enzo catching wind). His Mustang GT.

DISLIKES:

Scion Cube - wtf is that? When his father is mad and disappointed in him further (though he constantly fights with the man, he wants to be on his good side; curse being stubborn). Not getting what he wants. Not getting his way. Working over-time for it's close to sunrise. The summer months (sun is out more). Not being able to eat. Gum on his shoes. Werewolves. Losing in anything. Vampire movies like Twilight that portray the deadly creatures incorrectly. Chess - too much thinking. Math - same. Bills. Xbox's.

SECRETS:

His specie is one. Or if you know him the fact that his father killed him is the other secret. He'd rather not let people get in his personal business like that.

FEARS:

Not finding Alessandra again in some way (ghost, demon, maybe his father turned her, he doesn't know). Cooper being the favorite son and second in command of Enzo's coven. His father dying (though half the time it would be a relief if he did, Nico is scared that if he died, he'd be lost).

DREAMS:

In a few hundred years when he grows up - to have his own kids. Blood-related. Though that requires him to die and he'd rather not risk it so... It's impossible for him. Nonetheless, a man can dream, right? Also - so have a family. Not his own but one with Enzo - he wants his family full again and Cooper out.

STRENGTHS:

Strength itself. Appealing appearance (oh, and he knows it). Heightened senses - mainly hearing and smell for hunting. Forensic knowledge and law enforcement lingo. Family-orientated minus Cooper.

WEAKNESSES:

Though he lives in the present - he can't get rid of grudges or the past if they're a huge impact on him. Alessandra. The sunlight - he'd die. He's a new vampire (again) so churches and other typical vampire stuff harms him easier now. Impulsive and reckless - low self control. He likes B+ blood the most.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born with my sister on a cold day. Not winter, just cold. My mother, sadly, couldn't bare the pain and blood-loss that came with my sister and I, so after I came out, some hours later tops, she passed away. My father was not a happy camper. He was angry and almost abusive to us; blaming us, hurting us, all because his wife died after we were born. My sister and I grew to almost resent yet respect the man. Call it fear and knowing our bounds. Well to em that was how I saw him. Though I was an infant, I feared and respected the man. It came with the territory of being a Grimm. Though after some time, he stopped being mean and started to treat us like a blessing. Still he had that really rough teacher vibe to him and wasn't afraid to use the back of his hand or the front to punish us when we did something wrong, but he was nicer to us. He showed care, though hid it under a crude expression.

When I was about two, my father was much better around us and was seeing another woman. I was too young to know what was going on back then or why he was freaking out with her later on, but now I realize that he got her pregnant and she broke up with him. Things were really tensed for a while before my father snapped and returned the same mean behavior back at us. Once again, I held more fear towards him. Like before, some months later, he calmed down and cared for us; held us, kissed us, protected and cared for us in his own unique way. I guess... He needed an outlet and we were it. That was wrong but, it's all in the past now, right? When we were six, my aunt picked my sister and I up and took us to grandpa and grandma's house for dinner while daddy worked.

Dad was late... Auntie said that he was working longer than he should and that he didn't mean it. We were about to eat a bit as food was being set up, but I didn't eat anything; I waited. I kind of thought it was disrespectful for both parties; father to not be here on time and making us wait, and for us to get back at him by eating without him. Though later at night, he finally came over but something was off about him. He sat down, didn't say anything, and looked irritated and... Dark. As the rest of the food was brought out and it was served, everyone started to eat. I didn't eat much as I kept on looking at my father, who didn't touch his food at all, he was just staring at it. The next event happened so fast! My father got up from his chair and lunged himself at my other Aunt, Naomi. His face was by her neck and I didn't know what was happening. I saw blood, I saw grandpa intervene and my other auntie and uncle try to get my daddy off of him, but my dad was randomly stronger than all of us... And there was blood. So much blood. I remember it clearly.

We were taken away from the scene and hidden in a room with my other auntie and my grandmother. Daddy yelled something about power, but we remained quiet and hidden. However he found us as if we weren't even hiding. Grandma attacked him with a fireplace poker but he attacked her back, then came at us! I screamed, scared to death, but he didn't hurt us. Instead he grabbed Auntie and dragged her off, putting his face by her neck. Soon enough I knew what he was doing. He was biting her neck! Why? I did not understand back then. Grandpa came in and attacked grandma. My sister and I screamed, scared and not knowing what was going on - even more so when daddy attacked him as if almost defending her injured body on the ground. It was like two dogs fighting over some table scraps. Grandpa backed off and... Ugh, I can't remember much. I remember my Auntie Naomi, who I thought was dead, find us and try to attack us, before dad killed her. So he attacked everyone but us? Why? I was so lost and confused...

That night was just so fast-passed and dark, I can't remember much. Just that my grandmother died in the morning and... Everyone seemed darker and more wild. We didn't see much of the sun for daddy was always hiding and sleeping during the day. I didn't understand why and every time I asked, I got scolded to mind my manners. When my sister and I were around twenty-one (we lived with him due to many reasons he gave us), father came home all bloody and wounded. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him staring at us like that, but I thought it was a dream and slept again, not thinking I woke up to reality for a moment. That night, he turned us both and it was then that I started to finally see what was really going on with dad... He was a vampire. Myths, legends, and things unreal... Were so real.

As I grew (not literally), my girlfriend and I got closer. Though we met at odd hours and such, we still managed to stay together and understand one another. I didn't tell her what I was but I was going to! My father overheard me talking to myself about it... And that night I won't forget. My own father killed me. What happened then I don't remember much. All I knew now was that everything was black for what seemed like a few seconds before I woke up... In the sunlight, gasping for air from the ocean. Whatever happened and whatever I became... Human? Supernatural? I don't know, but somehow I was alive... The sun was touching my skin and I had a pulse... Somehow I was in America in the 1980's... Louisiana to be exact.

Voodoo, witchcraft, and soul-food were things in my life. A nice family took me in and I helped them with their business. Though as I wasn't aging, they started to ask questions. I was attached to them but... I knew I couldn't stay. So I was not human. What was I? I did not know. Until I walked into a help wanted store that sold hoodoo and voodoo things. I did live in the modern world in 1990, but some parts down there still strongly believed in this stuff. The lady was in the back and told me to come in she was open. Though As I walked past the counter it was as if I hit a brick wall. I came up with excuses to not follow her until she mentioned the Goofer Dust on the floor... It had multiple uses, and one was to keep demons out. That was how I found out what I was. Once again, like the impulsive guy I always was, I ran out of there, hysterical. I didn't believe this but this was it, wasn't it? I was a demon... A demon!? First a vampire, now a Demon!? What gives!

Then I met him... Again. My father. Out of all the people, we bumped into one another one night in the 2000's due to my wandering. Anger took hold and I attacked the man. Of course being older, being stronger, more experience, my father easily for me under. Breaking my arm and putting me down on the ground, once again I felt that familiar pain, but this time it wasn't as painful. I was turned... Again. By the same man. I yelled at him, scratched him, cursed him to Hell itself, but he just grinned. He tried talking to me but I didn't listen. It was hours of constant fighting until he pinned me down against the wall and forced me to listen to him. Half of what he said... Were words echoed in my mind. Like when I was a child, I was scared again. However with this sense of power he gave me once again, I got even more impulsive and bratty. I was turning almost into him.

For some years, I lived with him. Until I got on my feet. It was hard living concealed under the government's eyes, but I did for a while until dad got me fake documents and money to start my education. Of course I went to school... For six years. I went to New York for my education away from father so my non-aging wasn't too obstruct there. I got my degrees; major and minors and soon went job hunting in Pennsylvania, but got one in New Jersey. I groaned and almost turned it down at first but instead I went for it. I just needed to stay away form my father then. That was all.

I finally got a job with forensics. It was almost like winning the lottery for the positions they had were slim to obtain. Nonetheless, I got it. Thanks to some security background I had and the degrees I had obtained at school; I was a risk they took and one that they didn't regret, by being new and such. Working the day shift was difficult but I managed to shift my schedule with other people just fine – mainly some supernaturals that knew of my 'sunlight condition'. So, here I am to this day; living in Essex, New Jersey as a forensic scientist, basically. My occupation has many names: CSI, forensic investigator, but forensic analyst is the correct term, and that is what I am.

FAMILY LIFE:

A water frog named Boba Frog. His father is alive, so is his sister and half-brother, everyone else he isn't too sure on.

OTHER:

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