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ADDING SOME BACKGROUND TO THE OC'S ABILITIES IF THERE ARE ELEMENTS I MISSED OR ARE NOT FEASIBLE IN CANON LORE FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED
And I would like to stress this point, his personality is not dark. But, given his recent death, he views his current situation as a game, an extra life. So, he's basically treating others like NPCs at the moment. Around age four or three, he realizes this is his new reality, but he is definitely not going to miss out on black magic. It might be a little cool personality arc.
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Wahh wah wah, "little Nick don't cry, soon you will have a white picket fence. My beautiful little prince and princess, don't cry, we will arrive soon, so sleep," said Hope's aunt, and I'm to, I guess, and what did she call me, Nick?
Miss, I mean no offense, but don't tell me that's my new name. But I guess it could be worse. And why was I cr... "Wahh," fuck what was that ( the red Misty aure drills into Nick's bones), shit, what is this? One drop goes in, two come out. After mom left me at the altar, I tried to see if I had any magic, and my hands started glowing. I passed out after feeling pain in my hands. It must have been this mist that caused it.
Sigh, what a terrible start. First, I was forced to drink the blood of a dying werewolf that came back to life because of my and my hopes' blood, then I was abandoned at the altar, thinking I was going to be sacrificed, and now I'm in constant pain. Hmm, wait a minute, I do have magic, or none of this would have happened.
But glowing hands mist interning my body and multiplying by the second, sure it's painful, but it's getting bearable, and if I want that plan to work, I need to handle some pain. Being in a car is making me a little paranoid. Having learned my lesson at the cost of my life, I promise to sleep before and after getting in a car. And given that I'm a backseat passenger, I think I'm going to sleep the whole way. If you sleep you live yes, yes I'm right go to sleep now I don't want to die...
By the time I woke, we were at a reasonably large house, definitely larger than my old house, but then again, I'm pretty sure the Michaelsons were rich. That means I'm rich, another plus of this life. Hmm, the pain from the mist is gone, and it's not multiplying anymore. I guess the painful part came from it multiplying. Now that I think about it, in the Legacies show, the only characters that had any magical-related abilities to glowing hands were the Saltsman twins.
The Gemini coven: something about missing a part of their soul; twins would merge to become whole. I don't remember if they lost their siphon abilities. Wait, wait, this is bad, that means I don't have my own magic. Okay, let's think this through. I'm Hope's twin, but I'm a siphoner. Logically speaking, even if I'm not a firstborn like Hope, I should still have quite a bit of magic. The Michaelsons do come from a powerful bloodline. From what I remember, for a siphonor to have their own magic, they either have to merge or become vampires to siphon from themselves. But logically speaking, in the future I'm going to be a tribird.
It might actually be easier for me to become a tribird. wolf kills a human (killed myself), vampire dies (died once). I can feel I don't have complete control over my body; it makes sense. After all, I have a mature soul, a baby body might not be able fuse with me yet. I guess this mystery is going to have to be solved with time; for all I know, I might wake up as a wolf one day. But I really should think of a way to get my first kill. Current goal number one: awaken the werewolf side before age 5.
"Hope Nick, this is our new home. How I wish Nicklaus were here with us. I know Elijah would have loved to have been here." I guess Dad and Uncle just got names that Nick and Nicklaus are similar, so he's Dad. Imagine calling dad by the wrong name, haha, that would be funny.
The house looks clean and huge, but I remember back in elementary school, Middle School looked so huge. Once I was there, it looked small, so the house might not be huge. Being a baby is so tough.
Two weeks later
For the first time, we're going outside. To my surprise, we're going to a park. Why am I so happy? Well, for the greater good of me, sleeping as a wolf, one of the little goblins I see running around has to disappear. Place rock here, a little push there, and voila, a kid tripped, fell, and hit their head on a rock, passed away. But I have to wait a few years, can't move a rock as a baby, much less push someone.
I might be able to siphon another baby to the point they get sick and die a week later. Who knows, it's all up to luck. I have gone so far as to not siphon around our aunt, so she doesn't worry about me accidentally siphoning some kid to death, and stopping me from meeting others.
Every now and then, I practice a little siphoning on hope. So far, I've discovered three things: one, although I have no magic, I can store it inside me; two, once I have a certain amount inside, it turns into mist and goes into my bones. Three times, every time I reach a certain threshold and my magic turns to mist, the next threshold is twice as much as the last. Who knows, I might have more magic than hope in the future.
Because of my recent discoveries, I have set a second goal: to learn magic. Find or make a spell that lets a vampire age physically. Why, simple once I turn, I can siphon from myself at all times and increase my maximum amount of magic.
But no way in hell I'm going to look like a 5-year-old for the rest of eternity.