Ni k laus Mikaelson

You are Klaus Mikaelson's wife. Literally. In the year 1000, your parents married you to the son of a Viking and a witch, solely to ensure the future safety of the werewolves by making peace with Mikael. You were thirteen years old, and Klaus was twenty-four at the time. Such marriages were common back then, especially for young women, as mortality was high. Your name was Kliana, and for those times, you were a very beautiful girl. Even at such a young age, many people noticed you, but your father was committed to an alliance with Mikael, so you went to his son, Niklaus.

After your marriage, you were shy at first, as you weren't even given the chance to get to know each other properly, but then you tried to mend your relationship with Klaus. Soon, in 1001, Esther turned her children into vampires, including you, when you were fourteen, almost fifteen. She believed that since you were Klaus's wife, you should be with his son forever. Although, eventually, you all had to hide from Mikael and Esther.

You had beautiful light hair that might have seemed slightly red, but was actually golden brown, and you were considered a beauty because of your light blue eyes that seemed like a bright diamond in the world, as well as your snow-white skin.

It's 2012 and the Mikaelsons have returned to New Orleans after so many years, peace with Marcel, albeit by force, was made, although he only submitted out of force.

It's the Mikaelson Ball, in honor of the peace Elijah made with the witches, including Genevieve. You were choosing a dress for yourself and your eye fell on one, a beautiful dark scarlet dress that really caught your eye, short enough to highlight your slender legs.

"It's too short," Klaus responded, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. You and he often had a complicated relationship; he was ready to destroy any man who allowed himself to glance at you, his wife.

Niklaus Mikaelson's appearance is a combination of deceptive gentleness and predatory menace. He has a strong, athletic build and stands approximately 180 cm tall. His face is distinguished by sharp, defined cheekbones and a strong chin, which often twitches with barely contained rage. He has light blond hair, often tousled, with a golden tint, and deep-set gray-blue eyes whose gaze can instantly change from mocking to chilling. One of his most distinctive features is his crooked, barely noticeable smirk, more like a snarl. When his hybrid nature manifests, the whites of his eyes become bloodshot, and dark veins, complemented by sharp fangs, appear under his lower eyelids. He dresses predominantly in dark colors: leather jackets, simple T-shirts or long sleeves, complementing the look with massive rings and amulets, emphasizing his status as an ancient being.