Nicholas Warren

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

Nicholas Warren had a troubled start. The product of a one-night-stand between an English soldier and a Russian prostitute, he was never meant for this world. His mother deposited him on the steps of a church in a basket, and the poor boy would never know her name.

He grew to be pious, his whole life revolved around nothing except his religion. He was nearly revered as a saint amongst those around him. A devout follower of Catholicism, they believed Nicholas could do no wrong.

Of course, not everything was as it seemed. Monsters lurked in plain sight, and by the time Nicholas found out, it was too late. He barely remembers his embrace, the nameless and faceless vampire turning him and leaving him for the hunters to chase. He’d spend a good portion of his new life running - running and killing - the young vampire harboring /nothing/ but animosity as he was forced to adjust on his own. He’d grow into the very devil that he detested as a boy, losing himself to his inner beast. His first century of life was very trial and error, until he met a temporary ally that would teach him the basics of vampirism. Their alliance ended when the hunters caught up.

Still on the run from hunters, Nicholas found himself traveling to Italy. New grounds made for new opportunities, and Nic found them in the form of Alessandra Russo and her family. He remained with them, mesmerizing them all to follow his whims. It was not long before the hunters found them all, the daft creatures mistaking the lot of them for a nest. They destroyed Alessandra’s home on the night of the new moon, and slaughtered her and her family in search for Nicholas Warren.

Nicholas found them, with Alessandra barely hanging on by a thread. He felt a rare instance of remorse for the woman, and turned her into something like him. He attempted to guide her, to take her under his wing but she was upset. Alessandra blamed him for everything that happened and fled. Nicholas gave her the names of the hunters who were currently on his trail, enabling Alessandra to have her revenge on those truly responsible. It would be the last time Nicholas saw her for many years. They’d reconvene at a later time, with Alessandra Russo adopting the name Helen Payne and accepting her eternal life.

Much later, after he had returned home, he was back to his regular ways. He destroyed towns and villages just because he could. Nicholas was a monster - a /devil/, in every sense of the word. It was a chilly winter’s evening in the late 1700s. Nicholas had been a terror in the English countryside. A small town almost equidistant between London and Manchester had been his target for the past week. It was a concentrated effort, meant to abuse and break an entire population’s spirit, simply because he could.

Within the town was a pretty girl. He had seen her but once before, until that fateful night. She rarely left her home - more importantly, she was rarely /allowed/ to leave. Born with the stigmatism that was albinism, the girl had already been tormented more than Nicholas could ever imagine. And then, thanks to his own actions, they became forever linked.

A whisper here and a murmur there, and finally the girl was the scapegoat for the mysterious force that was attacking the village. Cursed by witches, born under a foul moon, possessed by demons - each and every cause was bandied about by the remaining townsfolk. With the anger boiling over, the white-haired, porcelain-fleshed girl was dragged from her home and left beaten, bloody, and tossed into the snow.

Truthfully, when he stumbled upon her, he did not even see her at first. Her snowy hair and pale complexion, mixed with the white shawl that clung around her nubile frame, meant that she almost perfectly blended into the snow around her. Were it not for the blood that stained her pretty features, catching his attention, he would have walked right past her. Instead he found himself staring down into the snow, laying his stare upon the visage of an angel.

Nicholas embraced the girl under the new moon, hiding in a barn in the following days as the embrace took hold. The young, newly turned Ophelia Valentine would prove to be just as twisted and dark as he as time went on. He’d eventually make her his wife.

Just as they loved fiercely, they hated fiercely as well. Ophelia grew tired of his constant torment and ran away, leaving him alone for decades. He spiraled down some and grew to be more sadistic - more like the devil he prayed against in his youth. His wife knew how to hide, and she hid well.

A casualty of their decades-long argument was in the form of Caliope Holden, a rising model who had great potential in Hollywood. Nicholas saw her and coveted her, embracing her against her will with the intent to be a thing to play with to pass the time. In the end, he began caring for her a little more; loving her in his own twisted way - giving her a welcome spot within his nest.

Just like that, he had found her - his estranged wife that he killed many to try and find. It was stupid, really. He caught her name (maiden name, the bitch) and photo in a paper during a stint in New York City. He found her then, and her newly-turned friend Esther, and forced them both to come home.

Remaining as a nest throughout the years was challenging, mostly due to the constant animosity between Nicholas and Ophelia. However, they stuck it out, traveling from city to city and settling over the years.

One thing was sure amongst them, however. Family was always first.

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Name: Nicholas Warren

Age: Born 1469. Turned in 1494

Race: Vampire

Marital Status: Married

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Height: 6’2

Weight: 230

Build: Athletic Slim

Hair: Brown

Complexion: Pale

Eyes: Pale green

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