Full Name:
Nickolai Yevette Almquest

Nickname(s):
None

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Birth-Date:
May 18th 1985

Sexual preference:
Heterosexual

Race:
Lycan

Marital status:
Single

Nationality:
French

Occupation:
One of many unemployed moochers

Cult/Clan/Bloodline:
None

Appearance:


Hair Color: Brunet, with umber tints
Hair Style: Straight, curling under at the ends
Eye Color: Her right eye is pale green; her left eye is warm, earthy brown.
Height/Weight: 6’ / 138 lbs.

Personality:
Nickolai is kind and generous, gentle and friendly, and all that good stuff that comes to people. Though usually laid back, she can be hyper, or mean, sometimes, though it takes a lot to really upset her. She enjoys being around people, though not necessarily a lot of people. She doesn't like silence, or lack of movement, and she has to have order in her life, because without it she becomes stressed and reckless. Though she isn't one to sit around and do nothing, it takes a good persuasion to get Nick to go out and be bold. She is easy to get along with, though she will often voice her opinion on things, if she sees it is wrong, or that there is something she doesn't agree on. She doesn't mind taking orders, and would rather be the one to take them, than be the one to give them, for she sees it as a lot of stress on her part.
It is quite rare for Nickolai to actually stand up and take charge of a stressful or chaotic situation, and when she does, she has to have some one by her side to assure her that its ok to do what she thinks is right, or else she falls into a nervous wreck, and that, is not a pretty site.


Likes - Clyde – her rabbit, Italian food, sleeping, T.V, rain, and spring
Dislikes - Medicine, working, getting up, head aches, dishes, laundry, and summer heat.
Bad Habits - She never, ever folds her cloths. She doesn’t see a reason too, as she’s just going to wear them again anyway.

History:
She was born on May 18th, at 2:35 am at a hospital in the center of town. The middle child to a family of six, she was given the hand-me-downs, and placed to do all the chores that her two brothers and three sisters didn’t do. But, she was loved equally as much as her siblings by her mother.

At the age of eight, her father divorced her mother to become a director of small, B rated moves over half way across the world. He didn’t do so well.
Her mother, with a large house in the backcountry, set up a boarding home for people going through the area. The house was spacious enough for up to twelve guests, and all her children were employed to help her with the boarding. Their front yard, though smaller than the fancier homes, was large enough to accommodate a large outdoor diner, and let her children have a great place to romp and play in.

Life wasn’t bad for the family, through the thick and thin times and all. And Nickolai was even given a summer job at her Aunts property, just behind her mothers.
Her Aunt, her mother’s twin sister, was known either as “Aunty” or “Aunt Ginny”.
Aunt Ginny ran a horse and cow farm, owning exactly 35 acres of land that dominated her sisters 15 just before her own.

Nick, when not working with her older sisters, was almost always found riding the large Blonde d’Aquitaine bull, other wise known as Judge. And in some cases, she would ride the younger thoroughbreds that had yet to feel the bit and strap of the bridle and saddle. Life was, indeed, content for Nickolai and her family.

She grew just about that way, sticking with her family through thick and thin, good and bad, that sort of thing. Her mother died when she was 17, and upon which she moved in with her older sister Silvinia. She lived in the city, near the center of town, so it was always busy.

She took up a job the bookstore Silvinia worked in, managing registers at the headcounter.

She was walking home one night, just around 9:30, when something hit like a bulldozer.
Nickolai was knocked flat on her back, with the thing salivating over her. Then, she got a good look at it. It was a wolf, practically, only larger than most she had heard about. Sure, she had seen a trio roam through the front yard on dark nights, but this one was monstrous. Nicky lifted her arms up over her face in an attempt to shield herself from it, but that was a vain try at defense. She felt its teeth sink into her forearm near her elbow, and then it was gone, just like that. She new it was real; it had to be, because the bight mark became a scar after it heeled over again.

That night, as it was all ready bad, became even worse. Her sister, Silvinia, was hit while walking home from a friend’s house at 11:34 pm, only five buildings down from their apartment.

So, the apartment was transferred to Nicky. Fledgling madness came quickly to her, and it lasted for what seemed like ages. The apartment became a giant dust ball, and with the exception of her own room, everything was in disarray. The throw pillows from the couch were torn to shreds, their goose down feathers laying over the carpet and what was left of the remaining furniture. In the kitchen, plates, cups, and anything that wasn’t metal had been dumped on the floor, and blood spots marked were she had cut herself leaving the turmoil in her wake. The entire apartment could be described like this, and then still more.

With in the next month, after spending all but five dollars of her savings, Nickol had the house back to decency to anyone but herself. After her sibling madness had faded to a dull knowledge that she was changed, for life, Nickolai accepted it with semi reluctant arms. She still resides in the apartment, but is wary of any one who smells different than normal to her.

Parents:
Angela May Almquest and Carl James Almquest

Siblings:
Gessabel, Silvinia, Connor, Todd, and Eric

Children:
None

Theme Song:
Venus – Bananarama

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