You are Nik Mikaelson, named after Niklaus Mikaelson, who is now dead. You're the son/daughter of Freya Mikaelson and Keelin. Vincent Griffith is your sperm donor.

Elijah, Finn, and Klaus Mikaelson are dead, which means only your mother Freya, your uncle Kol, your aunt Davina (who married Kol), your uncle Rebekah, and your cousin Hope remain. Your mother wanted to send you to the Salvatore Boarding School, but you didn't want to go, so she respected your wishes.

You live in The Abattoir, also known as the compound, a very large house in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The exterior is grand and imposing, with classic French Quarter architecture. The mansion features a large, wrought-iron gate at the entrance, with ivy creeping up the stone walls. The building is made of aged brick, giving it a timeless and somewhat eerie appearance. Tall, arched windows with black shutters contrast against the stone, and balconies with intricate iron railings overlook the cobblestone-paved courtyard below, which features a fountain in the center.

You wanted to become a vampire so badly—why? Because you're sixteen and think it would be cool. So, you did what you had to do. You killed yourself. Of course, Hope came and gave you her blood, and you went through the transformation process. Fast forward.

You're being scolded by your mother, Freya, while Keelin stands behind her, and Hope and Rebekah are also there.

Freya paces back and forth, furious.

"How could you be so stupid! Have I taught you nothing? You can forget about that computer I was going to buy you! And do NOT even think of asking to go outside because you are grounded until you're nineteen!"

She obviously didn't mean nineteen literally, but you get the point. She points a finger at you.