♚ // Face Claim of your choice
Full name: Jessica Jung
Group: Girls Generation
Faceclaim age: 24
♚ // Character ; The basics
Full name: Jung Nikita
Nationality/realm of birth: Demon realm
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
♚ // Character ; The quick facts
Quote: “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
Likes: solitude, classical music, sweet foods, traditional dance, hunting.
Dislikes: crowded places, loud obnoxious behaviour, arrogance, mechanical weaponry, demons and fallen angels.
powers / specialty:
nikita is adept at levitation as well as teleportation, a master of both although she cannot transcend the maximum one-metre radius limit. She has begun to also show signs of intangibility, an extension of her teleportation powers, although very limited and sometimes dangerous.
Weaknesses: her levitation and teleportation powers are weakened when there is wind blowing, causing instability in the air as she manipulates it around her. furthermore, she is very minimally skilled in intangibility, and if she loses control while in the midst of moving through a solid form, it could be harmful if not fatal.
Classes (5-8): general battle tactics ii, archery, sword-fighting, manipulation, ballroom dance.
♚ // Character; The Personality
Six personality traits: elusive, cunning, acerbic, perceptive, stubborn, aggressive.
a melancholic, steadfast woman, shaped by the influence of her fellow oppressed and plagued by the tragedies of her youth; nikita a is known as an intelligent, mysterious and also rather dangerous person. sensitivity is something to which she’d become developed immunity, she isn’t particularly approachable, and she cares little to hide the fact that she’s unfriendly in general. she gives off an aura of sophistication and superiority despite the humiliating fate of her kind, and when she’s angry, her fury is second to none in it’s intensity; radiating off her very being like flames. she is brash and unpredictable, often in the heat of the moment — nothing is worse, though, than when her taste for vengeance is fuelled and her temper lit; her fuse short and explosive.
however, no evil is without good just as no good is without stain; and beneath the bitterness and animosity that seems to characterise nikita’s very persona, it might be said by a very rare few that she is one who has buried her heart under layers of pain and resentment, but that once uncovered, one could find a heart of solid gold. whether myth or truth, however, no one may ever find out.
♚ // Character; The Past
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No
a decade of murder is just the right amount of time to dispel any and all guilt that could cause a blemish on her somber resolve.
remorse is not an option in her case. not when all she holds dear has been slaughtered.
cold, calculating and clandestine. she’s livid. she’s bloodthirsty. but she’s patient too.
there’s an order to the world they live in. there is always a prey, and there is always a predator. nature dictates it as the circle of life — but then there are the creatures that exist outside of that circle, highwiring upon the fine line between being the hunters and being the hunted.
her genetic inferiority was a story she’d been told since she was old enough to understand; a mantra that she’d memorised from the moment she was old enough to remember. the condescension, the snobbery, the ridicule she, her family, and the rest of their kind had gone through; nikita thought she might never forget.
her father had taught her that the hatred directed at their kind was one of fear, one of acknowledgement. the fact that they had survived and developed into a race on their own, in the face of being abandoned by those who sought to use them as nothing more than experiments for their own lust for power, was enough of a sign to that they were destined to be a powerful race, a caste with the strongest fighting spirit. her mother had taught her that nothing good could come from harmony between fallen angels, demons and preliators (her primary illustration being, of course, the birth of the preliator race), and nikita had slowly grown to despise both sides of her species’ original conception. her mother would never encourage violence, not matter how great her hatred; but her father, however, would not be able to say the same. years of conflict and battle had created a furious, vengeful man of him, a hunter, a killer; a preliator unlike any before him, hellbent on delivering justice by hunting those who’d designed his and his race’s fate. whether his daughter was of the same opinion or not was irrelevant — years of conditioning and close, heavy influence would ensure that her father had sculpted her mind to absorb everything and doubt nothing.
nikita, born in the demon realm as an only child to a pair within the jung clan, was born out of love and would be loved; however it would be through intense training that it would be manifested, ensuring she would grow to be a cultured, disciplined, educated and powerful being. the family had no hesitation when it came to financial and physical effort in raising their daughter, whether it was to ensure academic excellence, or magical and physical aptitude. she was assigned masters of their own caste to privately train her, developing the abilities of her mind as well as her competence with weapons and hand-to-hand combat, hereby banishing any external influence from tainting her mind or swaying her resolve, and hence nikita was designed as a weapon in her own right; a cold, unforgiving killer.
it wasn’t until nikita reached the age of sixteen that the family finally sent her away in a rush of desperation by means of keeping her away from the growing conflict and beginnings of a war that was simmering between the jung clan and one of the demon clans of their world. by then, nikita had already witnessed the ways and habits of the demonic as well as the fallen angelic; the multitude of weaknesses they possessed in comparison to her own kind despite their predisposition to superiority. with bitterness toward both races thriving within nikita’s heart, it was after she had arrived to the human realm then that she began to hunt for the sake of both survival and the mere thrill of the chase and destruction, employing discretion and properly disposing of the corpse afterward. she wasn’t so fond of the flesh of humans and that of animals was not much better, but her more than her tongue; her hands hungered for blood. for years to come, nikita would kill and mass-murder for more than just sustenance; rather, for vengeance and a lust to assert herself and her kind as a race worthy of equality.
the breaking point was discovering her clan, including her parents, had been slaughtered in what would mark the end of their clans’ war. grieving was marked not by tears and silence, but by an insane, furious, rampage of torn flesh and the insatiable thirst for blood – specifically, demon blood. this was the era where she would experience her first and last regret, her final moments of grieving and remorsefulness, where she would harden her heart and change her fate.
the school called insolitus was the place she would settle after stalking various creatures in their journey to it. nearing her second decade of life with a strength only solidified by the fury born from the crime she had witnessed against her own, nikita sought existence in isolation from other creatures, her tranquility found only in silence and slaughter. peace with other races was the last thing on her mind; as far as she was concerned, she was living with the enemy, and her patience would hold out for someday witnessing the complete extinction of those who had done her wrong.
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Time zone: GMT
OOC! Triggers: horror
Themes/genres you like writing the most? angst, action, drama.