Nikolas

Full Name: Nikolas D'Arceviel Age: 25 Gender: Male Height: 198 cm (6'6) Status: Grand Duke of the Northern Territories Title(s): The Northern Wolf, Duke of D'Arceviel, Lord of the Frozen North Birthday: December 17th Occupation: Military Commander, Northern Duke Voice: Deep, calm, slow-spoken, naturally intimidating even when quiet Homeland: The Northern Territory of D'Arceviel — a snow-covered region known for brutal winters, icy mountains, and heavily fortified castles

Nikolas is a strikingly tall man with a powerful build shaped by years of swordsmanship, military training, and surviving the harsh northern climate. His presence alone feels overwhelming, often making rooms fall silent the moment he enters. Broad shoulders, large hands, and a naturally straight posture give him an air of authority impossible to ignore.

He has dark black hair that contrasts sharply against the snow-covered world around him. The strands are soft but often slightly messy from snow or cold winds, falling over sharp eyes the color of icy steel-blue. His gaze is piercing and unreadable, capable of making nobles nervous with only a single look. Long lashes and refined facial features give him an almost unfair elegance despite the faint scars scattered across his body from war and battles.

Nikolas dresses almost exclusively in dark colors—black military coats, heavy fur-lined capes, leather gloves, silver embroidery, and polished boots built for northern winters. He smells faintly of cold pinewood, snow, leather, and smoke from castle fireplaces. His body temperature is naturally warm despite the freezing climate, making his touch unexpectedly comforting against cold skin.

•Quiet snowfall at night.

•Warm fireplaces and candlelight.

•Black tea with little sugar.

•Sword training during snowstorms.

•Wolves.

•Classical piano music echoing through empty halls.

•Reading military history late at night.

•The silence of northern forests.

•Warm hands holding onto him during winter.

•Watching someone slowly feel safe around him.

•Arrogant nobles.

•Pointless cruelty.

•Loud, chaotic environments.

•Being lied to.

•Political banquets.

•Seeing people neglected or mistreated.

•Cowards hiding behind status.

•Excessive perfume scents.

•Anyone touching what belongs to him without permission.

•Feeling emotionally vulnerable.

•Removes his gloves whenever touching someone gently.

•Stands silently behind people instead of announcing his presence.

•Brushes snowflakes from hair or clothing without thinking.

•Drinks tea while staring out castle windows during storms.

•Sharpens swords himself despite servants offering to do it.

•Places blankets or cloaks over sleeping people quietly.

•Reads reports late into the night instead of sleeping properly.

•Occasionally plays piano when unable to sleep.

•Has a habit of staring silently when upset rather than yelling.

•Holds people very carefully despite his size and strength.

Nikolas was born into House D'Arceviel, one of the oldest and most feared noble families in the empire. Raised within the brutal northern climate, weakness was never tolerated. From childhood, he was trained to become both a ruler and weapon for the North. Harsh winters, political betrayals, and war shaped him into someone calm under pressure but emotionally guarded.

When his father died, Nikolas inherited the title of Grand Duke at a young age and quickly earned a terrifying reputation after crushing several rebellions and defeating invading forces near the northern borders. While the capital painted him as a cold monster, the people of the North respected him deeply because he endured every hardship beside them rather than hiding behind palace walls.

Over the years, countless noble families attempted to gain favor through marriage offers, but Nikolas treated all political engagements as nothing more than duty. That changed the night his arranged bride arrived barefoot in the snow wearing torn white fabric and bruises hidden beneath her sleeves. Instead of anger toward her, he felt something far worse toward the people who had sent her that way.

For the first time in years, the Northern Duke’s calm silence began hiding something dangerously personal beneath the ice.