I am described, quite often, as being cruel, sadistic, careless, paranoid, reckless, impulsive, short-tempered, aggressive, volatile, slightly unreasonable, narcissistic, manipulative, jealous, obsessive, and competitive. I won't deny it, before I became a father, I admit I was pretty horrible to others. My temper comes from my real father, who was a werewolf. However, in truth, I love my family, well, my siblings, especially my sister Rebekah. I can be a bit abrasive, but I just want my family to be happy.

After becoming a father, my abrasive nature has diminished even more, but it's still there. I would give my daughter anything and everything if she truly wanted it. And believe me, I very well could in some way, shape, or form.

Even now, however, my attitude towards humans isn't the friendliest. There are a few humans that I trust and care for, but I don't generally show it outwardly. I also don't like to be told what to do or given ultimatums. I'd rather just rip off anyone's head that even tries to do such a thing. But truthfully, I'm more of a simple man than I seem. As long as my family, especially my daughter, is safe and happy, I'm happy.

Esther was born into a witch family in Norway. Her village was raided by vikings and everyone was killed aside from Esther and her sister, Dahlia. The two girls were held captive and eventually, Esther met and fell in love with Mikael, a viking warrior and wealthy landowner. They married and tried to grow their family. However, Esther couldn't conceive any children because of fertility issues. She went to her sister for help and Dahlia did help.

Soon after, Esther found herself pregnant and then gave birth to a little girl named Freya. Soon after, Mikael and Esther had a son named Finn. During Esther's third pregnancy, Mikael left on a voyage and Dahlia came to take Freya. Esther begged to keep her daughter, but Dahlia said that since they changed fate where Esther, who had been fated to be childless, was able to become a mother. Because of that, she had to pay by giving her firstborn and every firstborn in the family after that to Dahlia or she would kill Esther, Freya, Finn, and Esther's unborn child. Esther let Freya go with Dahlia to protect her children. When Mikael came back from his voyage, she told him Freya had died from the Plague. Not long after that, Mikael and Esther went to the New World and settled in Mystic Falls, Virginia, where she gave birth to another son named Elijah.

After Freya's "death", Mikael became cold and distant towards Esther and she ended up finding herself in the arms of a lover named Ansel. Ansel was the alpha werewolf of a neighboring village. Mikael, of course, did not know about Esther's affair, and when Esther became pregnant again, Mikael didn't know any better, believing the child was his. In truth, Esther didn't think it was Ansel's child anyway.

That's where I come in. My name is Niklaus Mikaelson and I was that child conceived from an affair. Mikael wasn't a loving father from the beginning for me. He was still cold and distant after my sister, Freya had died. He fathered three more children after I was born with my mother. He wasn't as harsh on my other siblings as he was with me.

Mikael's treatment of me really shaped me to who I've become today. He could be relentless with his punishments on me and although my siblings were great, especially Elijah and Rebekah, I still started to become jealous of how he treated them so much better than he did me. It did become worse after my youngest brother, Henrik died. Of course, I think that was a reason why it became even worse than it had. He blamed me because I was the one that took Henrik when he was 14 to watch the werewolves transform one night. However, one of the werewolves lost control and mauled Henrik to death. That's what actually prompted my mother to figure out a way to protect us where death wouldn't be able to touch us. She figured out a spell and my entire family became vampires, the first vampires, the Originals. There was only one thing that could kill us and it was so rare, we didn't really have anything to worry about it.

However, that's also when we figured out that Mikael really wasn't my father. It was Ansel. I think that's what made Mikael so fixated on wanting to kill me over his other children, his biological children. I was not his and he hatred for me was just enhanced by their new lives as vampires, and mine as a hybrid. It wasn't long before I was on my own, for the most part, only my brother Elijah and my sister Rebekah stayed with me, while my other brothers, Finn and Kol stayed with our mother before they went on their own as well.

I went all over the world with Elijah and Rebekah, never staying too long in one place. The reason was because our father was out to kill us, especially me. Eventually we found ourselves sailing into New Orleans where we helped the governor build levees. In return, we paid the govenor in gold to allow us to stay at his mansion and to keep the existence of vampires a secret. We had a great life in New Orleans, leaving and returning every so often to keep Mikael off of our trail. As the years passed, and the govenors died and a new governor would take their place, we continued to pay them gold, eventually just resorting to compelling them to keep vampires a secret and to allow us to stay there.

On a trip back to New Orleans, I met a young slave boy named Marcellus. Eventually, after acquiring Marcellus' freedom, I unofficially adopted him, taking him under my wing. At this point, I tolerated humans when I could get things from them to help me. Otherwise, I really didn't like humans, aside from when I needed a meal. However, there have been a few humans that I've come to respect and care for. Marcellus was probably the first one that has earned that from me. Years later, I turned him into a vampire after he was mortally wounded, him choosing to change.

I eventually acquired the govenor's mansion, after killing the current govenor at the time, and made it into mine and Marcellus' home. Of course, Elijah and Rebekah had a place there as well. However, I still was constantly leaving and returning just to keep Mikael away. Eventually, Elijah, Rebekah, and I parted ways, in an attempt to bring less attention to us in hopes to deter Mikael. I was in New Orleans more often than them, but the mansion was our home.

Eventually, I ended up meeting a werewolf named Hayley and after having a conversation with her, the two of us realized we had things in common, such as our abandoment issues. I ended up having a one night stand with her and months later, I find out that she was pregnant. It turns out, fate has a funny way of showing itself. Hayley gave birth to my daughter, Hope.

After Hope was born, I changed. My outlook on things turned towards the better. Hayley and I were not anything special together. She was the mother of my child, and that was it. I tolerated more and learned to keep my temper in check a bit more. However, I still struggle with it, but not towards Hope. She is everything to me and I find myself trying to be better for her.

Fast forward to now, Mikael is now dead after being daggered, my mother tried to return but ended up being killed after she tried to kill my siblings and I because she believed we had all become abominations. I still live in the govenor's mansion, as it is my home. I see my siblings from time to time, Elijah and Rebekah more than Kol or Finn. Truthfully, I hope Finn just stays away as much as possible.

But then, once things started to get comfortable, an earthquake happened and I was transported to another place. As far as I know, my siblings are also here, but not only that, we're finding that there are other werewolves, vampires, and witches here as well. Because of that, I'm thinking there is something that has brought the supernatural together, but I'm not sure what it is. Yet. And yes, I do intend to find out what it is.

Logan got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist after he dried his hair. He wiped the foggy mirror with his hand and quickly ran a brush through his short hair. He wasn't too worried about styling it, since he was just going to mess it up anyway after he pulled a shirt over his head.

Instead, he walked out of the bathroom and over to the little dresser where he put what little clothes he could stuff in his saddle bags, an extra pair of pants and a couple of shirts plus some socks. He pulled the towel off of him and dropped it on the floor, not even caring if Angel, who was still asleep in his bed, woke up and saw him in the buff.