Username:IBiteBack
Purl Name:Nicolaos (Greek version of Nikolas)
Name Meaning:It is a common Greek name that means "Victory of the People" or "Victor of People".
Nicknames:Snow King, Frostbite, Jack Frost.
Gender:Male
Hound Variety: Rough
Personality:ProperIn a sense of if you laid of a dozen different types of spoons and forks on a table, Nicolaos would be the type of man that knew which salad was a salad fork and which spoon was a soup spoon. What one could eat with various different types of spoons, forks, and knives, he would be aware of and stick to that code almost like it was his own religion. He tries his best to talk properly and with civility towards others, as to give an air of superiority off to those that are around him and look to him in hopes of leadership or to just have someone to admire, but sometimes....even the king loses his temper.
ManipulativeNicolaos is a very pretty boy with a big vocabulary, a control on the emotions he displays, and he has a way of using his big vocabulary that makes most of the uneducated dogs just want to agree with whatever he wants them to do. Sometimes it can be something completely innocent as a lie, and sometimes it can be something for Nicolaos' sinister gain. He doesn't always mean to make the others think the way he does or believe whatever pours out of his maw, but there's the occasion of it just happening. Every now and then he falls for his own manipulative words and can't distinguish lies from the truths, usually that gets sorted out though.
Quick WittedSometimes there are situations that pop up and require something that is not the truth, or maybe they need some immediate form of action with as fast or as little thought as possible. Nicolaos can form plans quickly unless he is highly stressed (as his stress will build over a period of time, usually when he is around too many things that he thinks are making him dirty) or is suffering a severe anxiety attack, as it has been known to happen before. He actually really likes having the ability to think things out and form thorough plans quickly; it gives him a feeling of control that leaves him satisfied at night.
Clean FreakNicolaos is not one for being incredibly fond for going outside of his home, as both he and his master are very odd about how clean they needed to be themselves and within their surroundings. He hates getting dirt between his toes, or really in any form of contact with him paws, and he hates whenever another dog touches him with their own pads. His fur must always be in perfect condition; groomed to perfection, and if he thinks that his claws are getting too long he will nose his way into his master's study on the second floor, third door to the right, and then he will gently place his right paw on his master's left knee. Unless the old man is immediately preoccupied and lost within deep thought, he will stop what he is doing to clip Nicolaos' nails and give his coat a quick brushing just to ease his spoiled boy's needs for being continuously well kept.
IntolerantWhen one sees the fiery soul that is Burlesque, or any dog like her that does not share his views and wants to follow what he believes with pure canine loyalty, they don't realize just how much these brave and unbroken spirits get beneath Nicolaos' skin. They're almost as bad as the dirt itch he gets, because they are not little drones following what he believes and thinks. He's also incredibly intolerant when it comes to dogs of other breeds or even mixed breeds; he believes that Purlhounds are better, he is the best of Purlhounds, and that those without a pedigree should be gone from the earth. His views aren't exactly correct though.
ImpatientWhen he wants something he wants it as soon as the desire crosses through his handsome frame, and he's willing to make those beneath his control do whatever is required to get what he longs for. If they don't do it, his temper will snap pretty easily and that earns a bit of a rude nip to someone's ear - maybe even a tear in it. Then the Snow King will be happy to go get what he wants for himself, as long as he doesn't get his coat too red in the process, but he really prefers hired help over doing what he needs to get done himself.
Master/owner (Brief Nicolaos history included!):"Oh? You want to hear about the old man?"There are many times in many various conversations that Nicolaos mentions his master; the old man. The old man as many know him is also known - to humans that respect him - as Bertrum, Mr. Valdair, or Berty if someone has a wish to get on his bad side. Bertrum is a man in his late sixties, actually around sixty-four, but he is a man of appearance with a young gentleman's posture even if he walks with Nicolaos and a cane by his side. His whole reason for getting the Snow King was for companionship, as his three daughters had been married and his grandchildren were like strangers to him, so his heart longed for someone to care for and to be his friend. As it turned out, his beautiful Purlhound was the perfect choice and was in every way dependent on him for a long time. Nicolaos was two and a half years old before he started growing more independent and curious, then the sweet and sheepish puppy he had come to love evolved into a strong male with a knack for leading the other dogs in something that couldn't possibly be more sinister. Bertrum only saw that his boy was becoming an alpha, using the age old pack mentality that rest within each and every canine. Often as he rests within his study, tending to the bills of the companies under his control and wondering why his dog (a pup that was seperated from his mother a little too early and bottlefed by the old man) was such a beauty with new found independence, but those thoughts are always torn away when Nicolaos nudges open the door and comes to him for grooming or for affection. Then he remembers that his dog will always be his little boy, and will always need him, even if he acts like a big tough brute in front of the pets of the neighborhood homes.
Art:
Creative Writing:"So the
King looks down on me....then has the nerve to approach
my front door. What do you possibly need from the
lowly scum that is me?"
The street lights flickered with a low buzzing sound as blue eyes narrowed slowly, the grime between his toes making his skin crawl and his lips curl over his teeth ever so slightly.
This place is filthy....how can a woman of such a fine breed stand to dwell in such uninhabitable quarters? He wondered as he lifted his paws and took the first step, pressing a paw against the rotting wood of the little shack that had once been an acceptable home for those of the working class.
"You travel a lot, young lady, it wasn't easy to find you here. It was actually quite bothersome," the pale male with the stunning, rough coat responded as he ignored her comment, filled with venom and a show of crimson stained teeth within the darkness. Some light reflected off of the buckle from the stolen collar around her neck.
"Have you got a master now? Or do my eyes deceive me?""A master! How much of a fool are you? Eh?" Burlesque couldn't help it as she snorted and rose to her full height, but Nicolaos was not intimidated. The girl had provided him with complete evidence of her brutalness, her strength, her brilliance, and yet the other Purlhound was not at all intimidated, nor did he even act like it. That was what got beneath Burlesque's skin the most; his lack of fear and respect for her! She had done everything it would take to get her own kingdom within the slums, dogs everywhere feared her, and yet the higher class monsters couldn't help but look down on her like she was some kind of case in need of pity.
"You came here for a reason, Nickie darlin', and I need to know what that reason was. Your kind doesn't get familiar with the likes of me." Nicolaos laughed softly and his brows raised a little from amusement, but he did take the smallest step back by lowering his paw from the rotting stoop and settling down on the concrete. The itch beneath his skin only got worse, but he did not reveal it on his beautiful features.
"Darling? That's new for you, Burlesque, I'm really sad that you don't honor me with my full name." A paw lifted as if to stop over his heart, but he thought of where he had been walking and was quick to lower it once more.
"Though I must give you the credit of being right again. I did not come to your door just to be in the ever pleasant presence that is you." Another snort from the female; she wasn't falling for the words made to manipulate everyone so that they were all birds feeding from his golden food dish as he watched in amusement. Disposable birds.
"Lately....there have been some unreasonable... gentlemen.... bothering the old man on his walks to work. As I am a man of appearance and always one to keep his composure, I cannot stand to do the dirty work that you so desperately thrive in. I want them gone, all of them, quickly and with as little mess as possible. Is that understood?""Payment?""How does a payment of four...." the Snow King fell silent as he thought about it; the old man's little hobby meat shop could lose four day's worth of linked sausage, or he could let the mongrels causing his master grief over the lose of an opportunity for business.
"Four day's worth of linked sausage for you to devour or trade, whatever you people do," a paw raised in the air and waved passively to display that he really didn't care about what she planned to do with her earnings. The girl's business was just that; her own business. He was only getting involved with her now because the pampered lapdogs that were his neighbors didn't really grasp the reality of what he wanted to have done to these males. Well...one might have; a little female who had once acted like a puppy playing with toys for the first time, but she had matured since some time before the morning her master found a severed head on his back door step.
Burlesque cocked her head to the side, thinking about it, musing it over, rolling her tongue over her teeth in a subconscious display of her tools of the trade. She thought about it, her claws clicking against the old wood, and her head slowly cocking to the side as a list of what made accepting the job worth it, and what didn't. The best and worst of each side happened to be four day's worth of food in delicious linked sausages, and then it came down to the fact that she would have accepted a job...from Nicolaos. Her pride stung just from the thought of accepting the other Purlhound's job; what would those who caught wind of it say? She hadn't even gained anything from the Snow King's neighbor, but at least the little dog had showed fear and respect in her presence. Just another shine to her reputation for being violent, so that was alright with her as her payment for the fun service. As for the monster before her who didn't show any ounce of respect when it was due, she wouldn't accept it. She didn't need the food; it would more than likely just attract more thick skulled problems that didn't seem to be able to get it through their heads - the fact that she wasn't just some female to be pushed around and give up her hard earned food willingly. Nicolaos raised a brow at her silence, feeling like it had been drawn out far too long to be anything but the answer that he didn't want to hear; the answer that he had come to expect from the independent, stubborn female.
"Deal denied. I don't want anything to do with you, the old man, or those moronic brutes that you can't really handle yourself."Nicolaos huffed out at her, scowling angrily as he stood up straight and narrowed his eyes in a pretty menacing manner.
"Fine, Burlesque, say what you will and do what you want, but when you're left hungry and low on food...." he trailed off as he looked the female in the eye, his ears pressing to his head,
"don't come near the old man's meat shop, or I will make your entire reputation come crashing down as the light fades from your eyes in front of an entire audience."As Burlesque's hackles raised, her own eyes narrowed, and she braced to leap at the threatening male with every intention of making him eat his words...but...the Snow King was gone. His swift, lengthy strides had covered more ground in his short life time than that of many other dogs' own.
Themes song:Louder than Thunder (Quiet like the Snow) by The Devil Wears Prada
