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My name is Finn Mikaelson, son of Esther and Mikael Mikaelson, oldest sibling to the original family of vampires. My story is quite incredible, at least it was before my storing, stuck in a box - a coffin to be precise. One of my younger brothers, Niklaus is a half-werewolf half-vampire hybrid. Unfortunately, because of circumstances after our turning, his werewolf side was sealed away, left dormant, unable to shine through until he broke the curse placed upon him.

Unlike my original persona, I was different, with memories pertaining to the future, hundreds upon hundreds of years into the future, followed by a personality and wants that distinctly aren't mine. I don't have any memories of people, no family, friends, lovers. The only thing I got was moments where I was watching the impending demise of myself.

So growing up some things came to pass, my older sister was taken by my aunt as part of a deal made by my mother. My father grew harsher and more strict when teaching me how to fight, using weapons such as bows and swords. Apparently, I had a talent for it, a talent for the purpose of defending myself and family, or the purpose of killing and crippling my enemies, no matter what I was good.

Eventually, some of my other siblings were born, Elijah, Kol, Niklaus, Rebekah, and Hendrik. My father had this weird obsession with Nik, beating him more harshly than the others, belittling him for the smallest things. I grew close with my siblings in this timeline and naturally stood up for him, getting into skirmishes with my dad that I'd lose most of the time. You see, I had no talent in magic, but I had a knack for adapting physically, so with time I grew accustomed to the fighting style my dad used and continuously tried overpowering him.

Something I didn't have was more fighting experience, unfortunately, so I'd almost always end up losing. No matter, our family was together and united until someone new arrived in our town. Her name was Tatia, she was gorgeous, although she had a child with another man, something that was frowned upon at the time; she had numerous suitors.

My brothers Elijah and Niklaus both were enthralled with her, constantly trying to curry her favor. Thankfully it seemed like she also had an interest in them, sadly though, she was interested in others too. I was someone who was respected in the area, a Viking with incredible brutality and talent, the son of Mikael, and I wasn't bad-looking like some others in my line of work. Something I never anticipated was Tatia having an interest in me, this upset Elijah and Nik, straining all of our relationships in the process.

With time that unity us siblings had chipped away, instigating more harsh talk between us, eventually breaking with Elijah and Nik fighting each other, throwing punches and jabs at each other, no doubt with the intention of knocking the other unconscious. I stopped it though or at least tried every time it happened. Sometimes I couldn't as I was out, going to battle with my father and our allies against villages not aligned with my own.

Time passed and eventually, we became civilized again when I expressed my disinterest in Tatia, cementing the fact I didn't like her. This made my relationship with my brothers repair itself until finally healing back to its highest state. Niklaus also started distancing himself from her and focused more on practicing the sword, wanting to prove to our father he wasn't a failure. I helped him practice too, from sparing to working out and hunting, I slowly created a bond with him that we'd never be able to break.

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Long story cut short after my youngest sibling Hendrik died my mother created the vampire species, Klaus killed and became a hybrid, then after my mom sealed his werewolf side he killed her, then we spent the next millennium building the original name. Well, Klaus spent the next millennium building the original name, I helped but was thrown into a box shortly after the 1920's when I wanted to venture out on my own. Before that I was never daggered, not like the original Finn nor my other siblings, I was threatened with it but Klaus had never actually used it.

This monologue that was used to catch me back up with current events was interrupted when I felt the dagger plaguing my chest being pulled out. Hearing someone outside my now opened coffin ask, "And who is this?" The tone they used was filled with a monotone surface, covering the undertone of curiosity. Most people when they see others in coffins would freak out so only having this reaction is applaud-worthy.

"Oh, him-" Even with the voices all murky and faraway sounding I still knew who said this. Nik continues speaking with - most likely - a gesture of some kind to me saying. "He's my older brother Finn, and now that we're done here I feel like his timeout was long enough." No doubt smirking at the end of this sentence as he smacks my cheek the next moment while speaking in a mocking tone, "Wakey wakey big bro."

Groaning I shake my head and say "How long have I been sleeping, asshole." Smacking away his hand and sitting up I open my eyes and see him with Stefan. Tossing me a blood bag he steps away and says casually, "Not even a century." Shrugging afterward like making me sleep for almost 100 years isn't a big deal. He interrupts my- no doubt, furious lecture I was going to give by continuing with "And now I wanted to see if you'd join us on a little road trip to make a hybrid army. Oh yeah-" Pausing slightly and morphing his facial features to exaggerate his mock remembrance of something important, "I forgot to mention, I broke my curse."

Smirking in a smug manner no doubt reveling in my surprise and happiness, finishing his proposal by sticking his hand out and saying "So, how bout it? Wanna go on an adventure?"