The fun-loving dork who always shakes things up.Birth Name: Nikolus Deux Anima
Alias: Nikolus Mamono
Nicknames: Nikki // Nik
Birthdate: Exact date unknown - His current incarnation was born in the late 1700s, and he appears to be in his late teens or early twenties.
Birthplace: Unknown
Current Residence: Whereabouts are unknown at this point. He rarely stays in one place for too long.
Bloodline: Demonic Vampire - He has another side to him that comes and goes due to the incubus blood in him.
Sexuality: Straight
Love: Elvira has been his faithful companion and lover for years.
Personality: Nikki is a complete dork of sorts and is rather on the friendly side. At some times he can be a bit cocky and he also gets rather jealous about the one he loves due to his past. He's not the type to just sit quietly on the sidelines, but more so prefers to jump right into the action, even if it ends up screwing him over sometimes. He adores video games, anime, comics, heavy metal, and things of that sort. He has another side of him which sometimes takes over, his demonic side, which is very different from his normal self. His demonic side is extremely attractive and alluring, and is much more serious than his normal personality.
Height: 6'
Weight: 154 lbs.
Build: Slender // Slightly feminine build
Hair: Shoulder-length white-blond hair, stained crimson with blood. Often just shown as crimson - some wouldn't even know it's actually white-blond. When his demonic side fully comes out, it's simply white-blond.
Eyes: Crystal blue
Complexion: Very pale, but not deathly white.
Make-Up: He sometimes has painted fingernails. Most wouldn't put it past him to try other forms of make-up, since he's been known to occasionally cross-dress.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None that are known of.
Distinguishing Features: He has scars all over his body from past brawls. When his demonic side shows itself, he sometimes grows wicked black wings.
Weapons: A mystery guitar that comes and goes in a sense. A lovely, highly decorated dagger named ‘Stella’. An enhanced Glock and a custom m9, and somewhere concealed away is a pair of spiked brass knuckles.
General Style: He is often clad in some form of baggy clothes, mostly in darker colors, and is also usually adorned in tons of random accessories, such as chokers, belts, chains, fishnets, gloves, boots, etc. He loves green and tries to incorporate it into his outfits if he can.
TO PUT IT SIMPLY: Go crazy and draw him however you want! It'd be awesome to see what kind of crazy outfits people could come up with for him! He'd wear it all too! :3
COUPLE OPTIONS: Draw him with Elvira! They have sort of a dorky, fun, child-like romance, but are also always companions in any kind of battle and are always there to support each other. You know what? Feel free to draw him duking it out with Aeron too if you want, or the three of them all just in a group shot. XD
Example from his Perspective:
Nikki sat in the darkness, simply staring into the vast nothingness that was his nightmare. Images of his past, both recent and in ages past, littered the area. He sighed. When would this end? Everything harassed him, tearing him apart mentally. The images were slowly fading, just as he was too. How long had he been here? It felt like ages. He watched helplessly as he relived the saddest parts of his life. Then he heard a voice. Such a beautiful, familiar voice.
"K... Karada?"
He quickly rose to his feet, looking through all his memories that were playing around him. His eyes locked on a beautiful woman. For that moment, he froze. He hesitated. It had been so long since he saw her. He took a step forward. "Karada..."
Nikki took another step forward as something rushed out of him. A male with white-blond hair. He wore armor on his arms, crimson greaves, and a tasset. Wicked wings spread on his back. He rushed toward Karada with great speed, his hand rearing back revealing wicked demonic claws. With great strength, he slashed the female, sending her flying to the ground. She faded. The man lingered. He gave a low laugh, turning to see Nikki, a sadistic grin on his face.
Nikki took a couple of steps back. He was facing himself. His true self. The demon. The killer. All his memories faded and all that remained was Nikki and himself.
Nikki dropped to his knees. He just watched the one he loved die with his own eyes... by his own hands. Tears welled up in his eyes. He tightly clenched his fists, shaking with a mix of anger and sadness. "WH-WHAT THE ******** IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!" He slammed his hands into the solid nothing beneath him.
The blond Nikki looked down at him with disgust. "So this is what I've turned into these past couple of centuries? Disgusting." He shook his head, walking up to him. He took a seat and chuckled. "You're pathetic."
Nikki glanced up at himself, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"
The beast gave a cold laugh. "Because I'm what you would call... an 'a*****e'." He gently took hold of Nikki's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "And if I'm going to be forced to share my body and soul with something that's so weak, I'm going to make sure it's locked away nice and tight."
Nikki scowled, pulling away from himself and sitting cross legged. His head tipped forward. "Took you long enough. Couldn't have been at a worse time."
The demon gave another cold laugh. "Maybe for you. I need not something so trivial."
Nikki clenched his fists again. Another image appeared. They both looked over. Elvira. In her pool. A house. Nikki on it's roof. One of their first nights together. Nikki looked away as the image disappeared. Elvira. How he wanted to be held by her. He needed it. Tears began to roll down his face. He shook his head and rose to his feet. He gave a sarcastic laugh. "You won't be able to keep me here."
The demon cocked a brow, then rose to his own feet. He kept grinning. "And how can you be so sure?"
Nikki dropped a hand into his pocket and whipped out a gun and with the other, he unsheathed Stella. "Because I'm going to put an end to this." He gave an intense glare. "AND FIX WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME!!!!" He leaped forward, ready to fight something that plagued him for years. Himself.
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