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name| Nikita Sarjevo Ramirez
nicknames| His mother calls him Koxányj, but aside from that, no one would dare call him anything but his name.
race| Demon
gender| Male
age| 25
sexuality| He's not sure, considering he really doesn't feel much. (But I'll tell you that he's about as straight as the letter S.)
occupation| Assassin and thief

face-claim| unknown
hair| mid-back length; slightly wavy; fiery red
eye| a dark, warm shade of brown
makrs;tattoos;scars|
body type| stands around 5'7"; skinny;
other| There's not much to him; physically or emotionally. Often wearing a blank mask, most people think he's completely apathetic or just dumb, though neither are true. His strength and speed make up for his lack of weight and visible muscle. Nikita usually sticks to wearing dark colors and avoids wearing anything too loose or baggy, though whether it's out of personal preference or necessity for escaping by a hair's breadth isn't distinguishable.
His hair is hardly ever pulled back, and he can be commonly found slouching against a doorway with his hands in his pockets.
Nikita smokes, but you'll never see a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Without any tattoos or piercings, the only mark on his skin is a faded scar on the right side of his chest and neck, caused by an unfortunate occurence in a dark alleyway when he was about 15.
It's quite unusual for him to be without his knives, no matter where they're concealed. Thinking of guns as a cheap way out, Nikita uses throwing knives to finish his jobs and has immaculate aim with a blade.
human glamour|

personality| Nikita is somewhat of a tortured soul: He's done somethings in his past that he's not too proud of, and though they're jut distant memories, he can't seem to escape their ghosts.
Quiet and hesitant when he speaks, his English is passable with an accent that's a mixture of Mexican and Ukrainian.
He's more comfortable speaking Spanish, though he lacks the extroverted and boisterous connotation that's often associated with the tongue.
Pensive and introverted, Nikita is commonly mistaken for being shy. He is no such thing, but is distant and wary of people.
In addition to disliking physical contact, he is unfamiliar with displays of emotion. Blunt and straightforward, Nikita isn't one for tact, empathy, or formalities. He'll do what you need him to, then will expect to be left alone.
Most often, he will take the most thorough path instead of the easiest, and while he isn't careless, he has a tendency to be a bit too trusting that Fate won't take him.
Nikita's recklessness is part of his twisted mindset, he believes he deserves whatever pain he gets.
hobbies| throwing knives; killing people
likes| being alone; the cold; smoking; knives
dislikes| crowds; working with people; guns; liars; noise; the sound of crying; bright lights; physical contact; other people's emotions
phobias| claustrophobia; his mother dying; anything heavy around his neck


birthplace| Shostka, Ukraine
date of birth| November 18th
history| Though he was born in Ukraine, Nikita later moved to Tijuana, Mexico, with his mother. His father stayed with them for a few years, but then disappeared, never to be heard from again.
Being taken in by a local gang, Nikita was looked down upon due to his ethnicity, but was later noticed with his ability to work with knives.
Months later, one of the top members took the boy with him on a drug deal. The only thing Nikita remembers from that night was the sound of his partner screaming, and then pain...lots of pain.
Weeks later, he began to change, and realizing what he was, tried to run away.
His mother found him in an abandoned bus terminal a few cities over, and he realized he couldn't leave her.
Eventually, they moved to London, where Nikita found a new way to keep his masochism in check satiated - prizefighting.
His mother's health is poor, and even after long nights out, he always comes home to take care of her. She's the only current person in his life who can get him to display affection or whatever subdued version of love he can conjure.