Standing up, Nikolas downed his coffee in one large guapa, and tossed the cup into a bin.  He inhaled one moment and opened his eyes in a strong and powerful stare as he smile and said, "Let me get something and i will meet you in the kitchen."  Nikolas then moved like a flash out of Feodora's office.  He soon returned to his room abd grabbed a small radio.  Picking it up he moved again and ran past the angry crowd, some wondering what dust demon past them, and soon entered the kitchen where the cooks where wondering what was wrong with the oven.  They were flipping the switch on and off, a tool box stood nearby unused.  Nikolas watched thus scene for a full minute and cleared his throat loudly.  The cook turned in shock as Nikolas said, "That will do boys, now let me have a look."

"I'm sorry but who are you?" one man asked.

"I'm the man whose gonna help you get that beast cooking agsin, and help that beautiful woman you call a boss in her time of need" Nikolas said as he grabbed the tool box with his free hand and set the radio down with his other.  He walked between the cooks who looked at the muscled American and gave him space.  First Nikolas turned on the radio and turned it to a station that played Heavy Metal across the world.  A song started to play and as it got Lauder, Nikolas started head banning as if the music gave him strength.

All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me locked up in your broken mind
I keep searchin', never been able to find a
Light behind your dead eyes
Not anything at all

As the music got louder Nikolas lashed out with his big right palm and touched the oven. Tracing his hand around out Nikolas could still feel the heat from its last use.  This told him that most likely the problem wasn't the stove it's self.  There was a loss somewhere between the power and the oven.....but where?  "Talk to me....what's wrong" he said as if talking to the oven.  As he did he traced his hand down to the power cabel as his music played Louder.

You keep living in your own lie, ever-deceitful and ever-unfaithful
Keep me guessin', keep me terrified
Take everything from my world
Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves
Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed
Why try swimming? I'm drowning in fables
You're not that saint that you externalize
You're not anything at all

Nikolas then reached down and traced his finger around the power outlet and felt nothing but cold.  "THERE YOU ARE! he shouted causing the cooks to jump and look at him like he was crazy.  But for Nikolas it was different, in his mind he imagined the oven as a hungry child, holding its empty stomach.

It's oh-so playful when you demonize
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
Words are weapons I'd be terrified
You're nothing in my world
Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves
All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me guessin', keep me terrified

USER NAME: Nikolas Johnson

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Nikolas Johnson

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Semi-Active.  Work keeps ne busy on 12 hrs shifts and hunting season....occasional hangovers.

Nikolas Johnson sighed for what had to be the millionth time as he looked at a musical spread sheet like he was burning a hole into it.  To his fellow guests and care takers at the Inn, he was an American born general handy man and unknown who had little interaction with his fellow guests as he preferred his privacy.  However as his alternative identity as the famed "Heavy Metal Druid", Japan's preimer and most beloved Rock Star; he had a strict schedule and tour date to follow and his agent was already down his back.  With Halloween approaching one would think for a Heavy Metal artist it would be a grand and happy time, yet for him it was causing him a splitting headache.  In the past few years he had done famous renditions of legendary songs such as "This is Halloween" from a film in his youth, recreations of legendary ballads by great ones like Ozzie Osbourn, Dios, and Manson; but now his agent wanted something original for the spooky season. It was frustrating, annoying, and harsh as he tossed the sheet into a pile of spent ones that got bigger and bigger by the day.

Leaning back in a chair he held his face as he tried to think.  Dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tight fitting Metallica muscle shirt that displayed his powerful arms and tone chest, he was suddenly calmed by the thought of a white haired, beautiful woman who had been dominating his thoughts lately.  Feodora had been kind to him and although to most would seem like a normal every day Inn owner, to Nikolas he could sense something special about her that had been filling his mind for sometime.  A man such as himself had been with many women in his life time; groupies, one night stands with female singers, obsessive fans, yet there was something special about her that he couldn't shake from his consciousness. Her hair, her cute glasses, her kind smile, even her perfume caused him to feel something in his heart he has felt since he left America.  Even now as she entered his mind all his frustrations vanished and he calmed himself as his breathing returned to normal.

Soon a low growling sound was heard from his stomach and Nikolas realized the time.  Checking his watch he soon saw it had been awhile since he had ordered breakfast and was wondering what the delay was.  Feodora was a kind and proper hostess and would never do anything to upset ir discourage guests.  Though never one to complain or be rude he decided to at least check to see if perhaps his order had been lost and thus Nikolas walked from his room and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

As he did he saw a line of irate guests standing at the kitchen and a few griping and complaining something to the front desk.  Walking past the line and towards the receptionist he past an angry man and saw the receptionist hold her head in frustration. "Excuse me, I apologize if I sound rude, but is everything okay?  Seems to be a hubbaloo this morning?" he asked.

The female receptionist looked up and said, "I do apologize sir, but unfortunately we are having a kitchen issue and all meals are ....are....Um I"  Nikolas soon realized the receptionist was staring at him like a piece of meat, a slight drool at her mouth.  Clearing his throat Nikolas motioned to the counter with coffee, muffins, and bread pastries.  "Oh please don't worry on my part.  I will just have some coffee Nikolas said as he walked over feeling the receptionist stare at him as he did so with hearts in her eyes.

Getting to the coffee he poured himself a hot cup of black coffee just as he liked it into a disposable cup.  Taking a sip as he saw the line of irate guests get longer he thought for a moment about Feodora and how she must be feeling.  A heat sense hit his chest again, thus he grabbed another cup and made another cup of coffee.  Having spent time with Feodora at a café he remembered how she liked it and made it perfectly before walking past the crowd

He was able to approach her office and using his large hands holding his coffee and her own, he knocked on her office door, hoping not to disturb her in a time of crisis 

A loud grunt caused a few people to step aside from the tall, muscled, and long haired American as he scratched lyrics on a note pad and puffed on the cigarette in his mouth.  Nikolas Johnson seemed in a trance as he continued to walk down the street.  The black t-shirt he wore bore a skull and Cross bones logo, with spiked wrist bands and blue jeans and leather boots.  The leather vest he wore, tattery though it was completed an ensemble that seemed to deter questions from onlookers as he tried to come up with a new song fir his summer tour.

Heavy Metal was making a comeback in Japan big thanks in part to artists like himself.  Yet his agent was booking him more and more concert venues,  pressuring him to come up with new songs.  Creating an epic about ancient Viking conquests was hard enough, doing it in a way to appeal in Japan was even harding.  Sighing he pocketed the note pad and snuffed out his cigarette before tossing the butt into a trash bin.  Dubbing his head as he thought for a moment he considered what his Dad used to do when he was frustrated with a song lyric.  Turning the corner his thoughts were interrupted by his stomach rumbling, a little louder than intended.

Kicking himself mentally for skipping breakfast that morning because he needed to tune his guitar for a practice, Nikolas soon found his mind wandering to the nearest Cafe he could find to eat at.  Perhaps a full stomach would settle his mind.  Looking around didn't take much to locate the Melody Cafe across the street from him, and even as he approached he caught the scent of sweets inside.  As he entered his eyes scanned for an empty table, which at lunch hour wasn't easy to find.  A waitress passed him and gave him a sympathetic look that told him to sit where he could.

Nikolas was about to turn and go when he saw her.  There was no mistaking that white hair, turquoise colored eyes behind glasses and the sweet innocent look on her face. It was Feodora, her eyes focused on her menu that she didn't see him, Nikolas again felt his heart race seeing her.  Why he wondered....he still didn't know why.  It wasn't that he was a Virgin, he had been with women before.  But he still wasn't the type to just sleep with any groupie who threw themselves at him.  It seemed that her smile alone would put him at ease, and the lilac fragrance she wore was already standing out.

Curiously and maybe because he couldn't remember when last felt this way about a girl, Nikolas tossed a tic tac into his mouth, thinking she wouldn't appreciate the scent of tobacco smoke on his breath he approached her and calmly cleared his throat.  "Excuse me Feodora-san, How are you this afternoon?" he asked in broken and overly polite Japanese.

Nikolas nodded as he bowed back to her.  Though American by birth his time in Japan had taught him much about the culture and traditions of the country he had called home for the past few years.  Standing up at his full height he really how much taller he was than her and hoped he didn't make her uncomfortable.  "Thank you for all you do her Feodora-san.  I have to admit the facilitieshave been homey and given me everything I have needed while in this country. I consider myself well traveled and must say this is one of the best places I have stayed at."

Cracking his thick neck he took in the area and was able to figure out what she had been doing and scratched his chin fir a moment before looking back at Feodora.  Again he started to blush again.  He couldn't figure it out but there was something about her screaming cute at him.  He quickly took control of himself and said, "I was also taught to always repay the kindness of my hosts.  So if i could ever help you with anything I would be honored to do my part to help with repairs and general upkeep. Not to toot my own horn but i am quiet good with tools."

Perhaps it was his instincts kicking in....or maybe deep down in his muscled, metal head banging body there was the calling of what passed for a gentleman, even from Jersey.  Whatever the reason as the girl fall backwards Nikolas opened up his big arms and reached out to catch her.  Unfortunately momentum decoded to be his enemy and not his friend today, for as she fell into his arms he fall backwards with her and landed on his back taking most of the impact. Grunting as the fall didn't do his hang over any better he felt movement in his arms.

Groggy and a bit confused, Nikolas focused and looked into the girl's eyes.  Something happened at that moment and Nikolas felt an intense burning in his face as he blushed.....wait he was blushing.  She had a friendly face to be sure, pretty eyes, a kind smile, and her glasses made her adorable to be sure.  But why was this making him blush??? No one girl had done that to him since he was back in America.

Shaking his head clear to hide the blush in his cheeks, especially realizing his large arms were still around her, Nikolas gave her a quick look over and said, "Oh no no, its perfectly okay.  A little excitement in the early hours is nothing bad.  Are you okay Miss???  You arent hurt are you?"

"Ladies and Gentlemen stand and clap your hands fir the master of darkness!  The king of Metal!  The man you love.....THE HEAVY METAL DRUID!!!"  As the announcer's voice fadded The Heavy Metal Druid appeaered in a series of smoke and flame to the thunderous applause of screaming fans.  The man thrust his fist in the air creating a lightning effect before strumming his guitar with a powerful thrash.


Gasping....Nikolas Johnson woke up to a throbbing headache as he stood up in his bed at the Amestia Inn.  His final preformance as the Heavy Metal Druid had been the night before, and naturally his agent had sent him off with one Hell of a party ending the concert season.  Sitting up, he rubbed his temples as he looked around his room and dressed himself in a tight black Metallica Shirt and Camo colored pants used by the group Sabaton.

He grunted as he took in a breath of crisp air and tried to recall how he got back in last night but couldn't Crack the residue of beer, whiskey, and sake followed by shouts of "Kampei."  Still not knowing what it meant he finally walked out of his room and down the hall hoping he had not bothered his neighbors.  The scent of fresh coffee attracted his nose and entering the lobby he was able to grab a cup and sighed as the black liquid burned his throat.  Knowing that hot coffee and crisp air calmed hangovers he stood down to the pool area to get some fresh air as he put a hand through his long black hair.

Taking another sip of coffee he heard a loud crash noose and looked curiously as he called out in English, "Hello? Someone there?"