D I S T G U I S H I N G F E A T U R E S : Has a scar in the shape of a small cross just above her heart
F L A V O R : Master Vampire
S K I L L S :
* Horseback riding * Fencing * Piano * Fluent in Latin, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Russian and English * Sword mastery/Throwing weapons * Two weapon fighting * Archery * Techno-savvy * Firearms * Driving * Unarmed fighting
A B I L I T E S :
* Improved Strength and Speed * Improved Senses * Heightened Endurance and Resistance * Mesmerize with Eyes * Mind Rolling * Creature Sense * Masking * Mind Link * Stillness/Making no sound * Waking when Threatened * Crushing Grip * Animal Magnetism * Human Servant * Animal to Call * Weaving Shadows * Damage from a Distance * Beast Master * Chameleon's Skin
W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : 2 mark xix desert eagles, various silver throwing knives
W E A P O N S O W N E D : multiple style swords, daggers, throwing knives, guns, and rifles
A C C E S S O R I E S : cell phone, 2010 Porsche 911 Turbo, lap top computer
H O M E : Leeds Castle in Kent England
O C C U P A T I O N :
Former Assassin/Mercenary for hundreds of years, Dabbler in different business across the globe, true net worth is secret
B I R T H P L A C E : Kent, England
F A M I L Y:
Her family is all deceased, and those she loved she has left. The only one that stands by her side, always, is James.
H I S T O R Y :
Nike Selene Spencer, named after the greek goddesses of victory and night, was born in 1503 to Jack Spencer, Duke of Wellington, and Elizabeth his beloved wife at Leeds castle. She was a middle child, but the youngest daughter, having one older bother Apollo, two older sisters, Persephone, Ceres and one younger brother, Morpheus. They were a strange family, known for being siblings bearing the names of greek gods. Nike was educated much differently then most women of her time, learning to read and write in several languages, Latin, French, Spanish, Italian, German, as well as her own English. She was practically doted on by her father, the man would give her anything she wanted, yet, she didn't ask for much as her needs were simple and she was a devout catholic. Her truest joy was horseback riding through the countryside with her family. By the time Nike was 16 she was introduced into King Henry VIII's court, not one of the typical blonde haired, blue eyed beauty's of the day, but still she had an allure all her own with that dark hair and silver eyes. It was while at court that she was noticed by the man that would call himself her master for the next three hundred years.
His name was Luc, some kind of foreigner, that was all the young woman knew about him, and this man pursued her every chance he got over the next few years. Nike rebuffed his advances time and time again, preferring more to spend time out in nature. How little did she know that she only enticed the dangerous demon more. One night, just after Nike turned 20, she was taken from the court, stolen, abducted, taken far from everything she knew and loved, by none other than Luc, and turned, recruited into one of the undead. He'd chosen her, as he had once been chosen, to pursue his own goals. Her family and friends, those in the life she had left behind thought she'd finally given in, eloped with the handsome stranger and run away to hide her sin, if only they knew the real truth. Luc had turned her into his own little slave, and the use he had in store for her? To become his personal little assassin. She had beauty, charm, wit, that almost unnatural allure, everything needed to make men lust after her. For ten years he trained her, cultivated her in the arts of pleasure, hedonism, desire. Next, came the chilling, gripping, killing. For more years then Nike could remember to count she was taught to use the sword, the dagger, and her own hands, until she was a lethal weapon in her own right.
Hundreds of years passed this way and she became a terrifying fury. Taught to disregard her feelings, to wait for the kill, until the perfect moment, she was taught patience. And Luc used her to wage a bloody war within the mortal realm. Somehow, throughout this time in her life even though she was used, the seductress, the temptress, the killer, Nike retained her hope that one day, she would be let go. One day, she would not be needed. One day, she would be free to be on her own, do what she wanted, make her own way in the world. She kept surviving that way retaining her sanity, moving from place to place, for three hundred years, traveling to Ireland, France, Spain, Germany, Italy, back to England, and it was when she was back home, three centuries later, that her patience finally broke. She was sick of being a pawn, she'd done everything she'd been told, but the future was no different then it had been the day she'd been brought over into the realm of the eternally damned and she was at a breaking point.
It was then, she decided she'd had enough, she challenged Luc for her freedom, rationalizing that she would win her freedom or die. Either way, she would no longer be a pawn. Nike used his own teachings against him in a duel that lasted for hours, and Nike was tested almost beyond her own capacity of endurance as they battled. Surprisingly in the end she actually defeated Luc, and came so close to nearly ending what he considered a life, but at the last moment she stopped and left him there.
That was the night she vowed to leave the old world forever. She found a way to be transported to the new world, and upon reaching the shores of America, she finally felt that she had found what she was looking for. Freedom. Of course, like all things, it didn't last. She settled in one city only to find that she still had to take orders, from the city's master. So, she moved around a lot. Usually between every twenty to thirty years. New York, Washington DC, Baltimore, Atlanta, New Orleans, Dallas, Phoenix, Los Angeles, Seattle, but nothing had felt quite right. Finally despite vows she made when coming to the land of the free Nike decided to return home to the land of her birth, choosing London as a place to start over.
London it seemed would not be the place to stay. Even though Nike felt more at home there then anywhere she'd lived in her long life, there were too many wars, to many fights, and something watching her. Only a few short months after being in London Nike was forced to flee, leaving behind everything she'd tried to build in that short timeframe. On the run again Nike went into hiding for a few years, staying away from metropolitan areas, trying to find out who or what was stalking her. The few answers she'd found only brought more questions, so once again Nike decided to surface. Once again the vampire decided it was time to go home. Back to London, to see what fate brought her.
Strangely enough, London brought her something she had lost so long ago, a semblance of family. A chance meeting with a very peculiar wolf that went by the name Geller had the centuries old vampire pulling off childish hi-jinks with a kindred spirit. She got to know the people he considered his family, and was surprised to find out he accepted her, even with her being one of the undead. Another surprise awaited her when she came to care for the motley crew of outcasts. Dakota and Geller decided to leave London as the city was becoming more dangerous for the detective. New York was their destination, and though the vampire was wary of uprooting the happiness they had all come to share, she chose to move with them, apprehensive of what changes had come to New York since the last time she'd been there.
New York was full of violence, and danger from the vampire community. Viktor Haven, the local sheriff over Manhattan seemed interested in Nike, or more, her family of werewolves. Trying to keep them away from the all the politics, she found herself away from the warehouse more often than she was home. It didn't help much when she found that London had been attacked and Natasha, the Blood Diva and the petite vampire's adopted mother, came to the shores of New York with her vampiric twin guards Crius and Crixus. The twins frightened Nike, more than almost anyone she had ever met in her long years, though she knew how to hide that feeling very well.
It was only when Geller came to her saying he had to leave, that there were assassins after him, and quite possibly all of them, that she breathed a small sigh of relief. Assassins she could handle, the twins were another story all together. She agreed to follow her shaggy knight to New Orleans, despite the protests of James.
But New Orleans was an eye opener for the ancient vampire. Perhaps it was because of her own hesitance in revealing her feelings, or just bad timing? When Nike confessed the love she had for Geller, he turned her away for romance with another. She felt betrayed, more so because she knew deep down that her shaggy knight had feelings for her, had basically confessed them himself, yet it was not enough to bring them together. The petite kindred fled the home she had made with Geller and his family, despite the love she had for all of them. Being within his presence was a painful reminder of what she desired, had almost attained, but inevitably lost. She had James pack up all their things, and left without a word, for she simply had nothing left to say. Where did she go? To the solitude of her castle, back home to Leeds.
A L I A S : Bex
P L A Y B Y : Natalie Dormer
C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://www.darkestdesires.moonfruit.com/#
