(Saw your site contains absolutely no bad guys. And being chaotic is one of my specialties, so I thought I'd give it a try).
My name is Niklaus Kronin, but if it makes you feel anywhere near safe, call me Klaus. I've been killed time and time again, yet people tend to forget I've got arrangements in the deepest of pits. Whom are all too afraid of me to allow me a sure death. Would you like to know what I do for fun? I watch innocents bleed out on the floor as I crawl my way up back to the top. Years ago, laced throughout history, a man by the name of Marcel ran a city now called New Orleans. I created that city, it is mine. Marcel has got everything I ever wanted: power, loyalty, family. I want what he has. I want it back. And it seems you people respond best to acts of violence. I take over, Hell freezes over, and I have the perfect amount of bourbon and a comfy couch to watch from the sides.
You don't need to know about my history. In the 11th century, I had a sister. Then I killed her, along with everyone else I had ever met in that small village. She betrayed me, and when people betray me, I go a bit mad.
Upon those several deaths, I was labeled the first serial killer in history. Well, the first, but not mentioned in history. I try to stay away from... Publicity. Unless I want to see them rattle in their boots. Which I tend to love.
Some say I don't come from Earth. I understand completely, due to the small, yet excellent ability I've managed to unlock in my head. Or several. I don't age, I don't grow old. I don't feel remorse and I can enter people's minds and twist their vision. Hallucinations are my personal favourites. I've been called surreal, paranormal... Alien.
And I do not see this world as a fit one. If I change it, I win. I'm the new order, sweethearts. You join, or you die. And I want to be king.
Sat Jun 12, 2021 1:03 am by 
Subject: Character: Niklaus 
