SILHOUETTE - OF MONSTERS & MEN
NIKITA: THE LAST WYVERN DRAGON
NIKITA: THE LAST WYVERN DRAGON
Who controls me♔: Quotes and References
My name is☛: Nikita Teresa Williams
But you can call me✔: Nini, Nikki - but she seems to respond a lot more positively to 'Kita'
I have blown out this many candles☺: seventeen
I'm in: Level Twelve
This is my: First
♀Last time I checked I'm a ♂: Female
I prefer✬: Guys
I weigh◆: She's....not entirely sure. She hasn't weighed herself in a long time.
I'm this tall⊺: Five foot five
People describe me as✌: On the surface the girl looks and acts as if she's just been born and was suddenly exposed to a world of lights and sound and color and art. Wide eyed and awed, constantly questioning, curious about the workings of things, always wanting to know more, or simply just sitting and being left in a quiet amazement at things that are. Things that most people would take advantage of and dismiss as ordinary, Nikita believes is wonderful. Intuitive, the seventeen year old girl gains an understanding of a person through their speech, their posture, and listens to the inner feelings stirring in her chest before she finally gives herself entirely over to her emotions. She takes hands and runs with people. She skips. Jokes around. Laughs.
And yet on the flip side, a wrong word, a strange motion, a sharp move can make her retreat faster than someone can say their own name. Her face loses its brightness. Her muscles lock. Eyes harden, turn suspicious, watchful, weary. And it's then that the sleepless shadows under her eyes appear if she hasn't managed to get a good rest in two or three days because of her fears seem more apparent. It's in that moment when her joy dies out that the expression of the usual Facility child takes over. The hard, apathetic, abusive threats drilled into their minds shoot out of her mouth. Glass coats her skin, and a strange vibration rings in the air.
Nikita is usually very difficult to get out of this mood. She may not want to even trust the people that she would consider her friends that easily. The girl turns paranoid, uneasy, and feels threatened. Unless there was proof for her to be otherwise, there is the very slim chance that she would alter her behavior, and even then, her cheerfulness isn't immediate. When that happens it could almost be thought that Nikita's happiness is more fragile than a thin sheet of ice, but in fact she is trying to protect herself in the only way that she has been taught.
I love❥:
☑ Learning New Things: She's been...sheltered, you could say. She never experienced a lot. Known more than what she was supposed to be taught. Being exposed to new and exciting things makes her more happy and interested to learn.
☑ Drawing: she sketches, what can she say?
☑ Smiling: Everyone loves to smile~
☑ Sleeping: When this girl sleeps, she sleeps hard. As in a parade could march through her dorm and wouldn't bother the girl an inch. Somebody could throw books the size and weight of encyclopedias at her and she wouldn't twitch. One person literally believed that the girl had been dead at one point, sleeping for a solid 72 hours after jet lag. But! Once Kita wakes up, she's energized and ready to go - maybe a bit too energized at the start, almost a bit hyperactive, but that evens out in the end.
I hate☒:
✗ Being Frightened Suddenly: you honestly cannot startle or scare Nikita without there being some kind of backlash. The petite girl does not handle fright entirely well. Although you can't spook her by jumping out of nowhere and shouting 'BOO!' at the top of your lungs, if someone were to go to creative heights, then there is bound to be some kind of disaster on the way. For example, Nikita had once been scared so horribly by one kid that when she screamed, the classroom windows shattered and stabbed the ceiling of the room. Another time she had gotten lost in the dark of the streets, was threatened by a mugger, and a car nearby had lost its windows, the glass reforming in the shape of some monster. Needless to say, that mugger ran fast.
✗ Memories of the Facility: She doesn't like talking about her past for a reason. Speaking about the Facility makes her feel highly uncomfortable and it doesn't strike her as the kind of conversation you would ever want to bring up around other people.
✗ Being Stressed: No feeling like being stressed.
✗ Drained: When she overuses her abilities, Nikita's appearance changes. Her hair loses color, her skin turns paler - almost translucent - and even her eyecolor fades. The girl can't keep her eyes open. Her breathing is hitched, shallow. She's shivering like she's cold, but when someone lays their palm on her forehead, she's literally scorching hot. If she's left to lay in a single space for too long, items randomly begin to turn to glass; like doors that were once wooden, blankets that had once been cotton, food. This is what happens when Nikita pushes herself far too hard and much too quickly in a space of time. She becomes exhausted, feverish, and unable to control or restrain her ability, letting it leak from herself and take whatever it feels like. It takes her a while to recover, and when she does, the young woman is a lot more hesitant to use her powers again.
I can☪: Glass manipulation.
My story♫: When she was six years old, Nikita had been kidnapped from her neighborhood. She was snatched from her bike and yanked kicking and screaming into a van. And just as her mom snapped to her feet and began to sprint to her, the vehicle was burning rubber down the road and attempting to shake off the mother dragon. Of course, trying to get rid of a Mama isn't going to be too simple. Maybe the van suffered some serious damage - such as the roof being torn from it - and maybe more than half of the people involved had severe burns, glass jutting through their arms and legs and backs, and a wicked fear of heights. Yet Nikita, although she remembers none of this, can't help but get a creeping feeling from time to time that she is now completely alone in the world.
But that wouldn't be right.
From that time that she had been six, Nikita was raised in the Facility - the only name that she could give the place - where there was a multitude of hundreds of supernatural children and teens. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. Rooms barely larger than a closet. No entertainment, connection, emotional bonding, wants or needs or ambitions. They were prisoners. They wore the same orange clothing, the only difference being the numbers threaded above their hearts. Constantly monitored. Tested. Experimented on. The Facility was the only thing that Nikita ever knew.
Some believed that after a certain year, you were executed.
They said ' discharged', but there was something off with the phrasing; with the feeling of it. Kita got chills whenever she heard the word and never understood why until she eavesdropped on a pair of thirteen year olds whispering about seeing another girl being dragged out of her quarters.
That was the Facility. They used you. Learned from you. Broke you. And then discarded you. And repeated the same process with a different child, maybe a bit more brutally, a bit more calculating, just to see how long and far they can stretch the abilities of a mind and body.
When she was fourteen, there was a mishap. Something happened. Nikita wasn't sure what. All she knew was that she was jerked awake by flashing orange lights and a siren screaming through the air, the door to her quarters opening with a pneumatic hiss. For an instant, she didn't move; and once she did, she could see that all along the long corridor there were other kids like her, poking their heads out of their rooms, staring around, confused and curious...and seeing their chance.
Eight hundred supernatural teenagers and children alike escaped the Facility.
Only two hundred survived to make it outside.
And ninety made it beyond the winding desert wasteland of the night and took to the skies, carrying those who couldn't fly or were injured, and soaring as far and fast and hard as they could.
Nikita has been hiding from the Facility for three years. She had been at an academy once, but she had vanished, taking into hiding for a bit longer, worried that connecting to people would mean it would be easier for them to find her, take her, kill her.
Hesitantly, hesitantly, the rare Wyvern dragon is stepping out of the shadows of her hiding place to attend to Salesian. Praying that she will be safe this time and know what a normal life is.
My companion is♘: "I don't have a pet," Kita says, "But I wish I had a dog!"
I live in△: Co-ed
I'm currently☽☾: Single
Something else: Marked in pitch black ink on her palms are Hamsas - ancient, traditional tattoos tied to Draconian lore known for resisting and purifying evil. These tattoos are simply shown as the shape of eyes, and yet when she holds out her palms to an opponent, her abilities take on a defensive tactic instead of their usual attack strategy. On top of this it erases tainted thoughts and emotions from that individual. However, it does hurt her in the process, often in the form of burning. Nikita can only withstand three minutes of this pain before she shuts it down, choosing to cover her palms in fingerless leather gloves.
Kita knows how to travel by mirrors. But it's not an exact science. So, if she jumps in through a bathroom mirror and wanted to arrive in class via arrival by classroom mirror, she might just pop out of somebody's little compact makeup mirror fifty feet away from her intended target-- which is: A, uncomfortable; and B, going to scare the living daylights out of somebody. She's not really in total control of where she goes, but at least she can do this!
Bizarrely if her power is still in effect and she happens to bleed from, say, a cut or slash from an opponent, her blood comes in a kind of crystallized form. Not entirely glass or anything as that, yet it is strange; imagine a girl with a cut on her arm and some blood and little red crystals coming out of her skin. When she stops using her glass manipulation, her blood will be regular blood and she would have to staunch it.
She can't turn into her dragon form since she was never taught as a child. However if she is pushed, Nikita can produce wings from her back, slender and built for speed and intricate maneuvers. Flight is another thing, though. That was a trait Nikita had to learn on her own, again, without any help - and it's tiring for her. She has to stop and rest every so often otherwise she would feel ill and dizzy.
She knows only one song called Silhouettes. Something that she and other Facility survivors use in order to know that they are loyal and true to each other, like how soldiers are closely knit together. The meaning of the song runs deeper than people hearing it from the outside will hear. To a child survivor from the Facility massacre, for the runaways and disguised, the instant they hear the first stanza the meaning strikes home: "I am there for you, even if I am not perfect, even though I am not entirely strong, I am there for you. I will always be here for you." An instant, undeniable and rare connection. A song only known by the Facility children as they had made it themselves.
My name is☛: Nikita Teresa Williams
But you can call me✔: Nini, Nikki - but she seems to respond a lot more positively to 'Kita'
I have blown out this many candles☺: seventeen
I'm in: Level Twelve
This is my: First
♀Last time I checked I'm a ♂: Female
I prefer✬: Guys
I weigh◆: She's....not entirely sure. She hasn't weighed herself in a long time.
I'm this tall⊺: Five foot five
People describe me as✌: On the surface the girl looks and acts as if she's just been born and was suddenly exposed to a world of lights and sound and color and art. Wide eyed and awed, constantly questioning, curious about the workings of things, always wanting to know more, or simply just sitting and being left in a quiet amazement at things that are. Things that most people would take advantage of and dismiss as ordinary, Nikita believes is wonderful. Intuitive, the seventeen year old girl gains an understanding of a person through their speech, their posture, and listens to the inner feelings stirring in her chest before she finally gives herself entirely over to her emotions. She takes hands and runs with people. She skips. Jokes around. Laughs.
And yet on the flip side, a wrong word, a strange motion, a sharp move can make her retreat faster than someone can say their own name. Her face loses its brightness. Her muscles lock. Eyes harden, turn suspicious, watchful, weary. And it's then that the sleepless shadows under her eyes appear if she hasn't managed to get a good rest in two or three days because of her fears seem more apparent. It's in that moment when her joy dies out that the expression of the usual Facility child takes over. The hard, apathetic, abusive threats drilled into their minds shoot out of her mouth. Glass coats her skin, and a strange vibration rings in the air.
Nikita is usually very difficult to get out of this mood. She may not want to even trust the people that she would consider her friends that easily. The girl turns paranoid, uneasy, and feels threatened. Unless there was proof for her to be otherwise, there is the very slim chance that she would alter her behavior, and even then, her cheerfulness isn't immediate. When that happens it could almost be thought that Nikita's happiness is more fragile than a thin sheet of ice, but in fact she is trying to protect herself in the only way that she has been taught.
I love❥:
☑ Learning New Things: She's been...sheltered, you could say. She never experienced a lot. Known more than what she was supposed to be taught. Being exposed to new and exciting things makes her more happy and interested to learn.
☑ Drawing: she sketches, what can she say?
☑ Smiling: Everyone loves to smile~
☑ Sleeping: When this girl sleeps, she sleeps hard. As in a parade could march through her dorm and wouldn't bother the girl an inch. Somebody could throw books the size and weight of encyclopedias at her and she wouldn't twitch. One person literally believed that the girl had been dead at one point, sleeping for a solid 72 hours after jet lag. But! Once Kita wakes up, she's energized and ready to go - maybe a bit too energized at the start, almost a bit hyperactive, but that evens out in the end.
I hate☒:
✗ Being Frightened Suddenly: you honestly cannot startle or scare Nikita without there being some kind of backlash. The petite girl does not handle fright entirely well. Although you can't spook her by jumping out of nowhere and shouting 'BOO!' at the top of your lungs, if someone were to go to creative heights, then there is bound to be some kind of disaster on the way. For example, Nikita had once been scared so horribly by one kid that when she screamed, the classroom windows shattered and stabbed the ceiling of the room. Another time she had gotten lost in the dark of the streets, was threatened by a mugger, and a car nearby had lost its windows, the glass reforming in the shape of some monster. Needless to say, that mugger ran fast.
✗ Memories of the Facility: She doesn't like talking about her past for a reason. Speaking about the Facility makes her feel highly uncomfortable and it doesn't strike her as the kind of conversation you would ever want to bring up around other people.
✗ Being Stressed: No feeling like being stressed.
✗ Drained: When she overuses her abilities, Nikita's appearance changes. Her hair loses color, her skin turns paler - almost translucent - and even her eyecolor fades. The girl can't keep her eyes open. Her breathing is hitched, shallow. She's shivering like she's cold, but when someone lays their palm on her forehead, she's literally scorching hot. If she's left to lay in a single space for too long, items randomly begin to turn to glass; like doors that were once wooden, blankets that had once been cotton, food. This is what happens when Nikita pushes herself far too hard and much too quickly in a space of time. She becomes exhausted, feverish, and unable to control or restrain her ability, letting it leak from herself and take whatever it feels like. It takes her a while to recover, and when she does, the young woman is a lot more hesitant to use her powers again.
I can☪: Glass manipulation.
My story♫: When she was six years old, Nikita had been kidnapped from her neighborhood. She was snatched from her bike and yanked kicking and screaming into a van. And just as her mom snapped to her feet and began to sprint to her, the vehicle was burning rubber down the road and attempting to shake off the mother dragon. Of course, trying to get rid of a Mama isn't going to be too simple. Maybe the van suffered some serious damage - such as the roof being torn from it - and maybe more than half of the people involved had severe burns, glass jutting through their arms and legs and backs, and a wicked fear of heights. Yet Nikita, although she remembers none of this, can't help but get a creeping feeling from time to time that she is now completely alone in the world.
But that wouldn't be right.
From that time that she had been six, Nikita was raised in the Facility - the only name that she could give the place - where there was a multitude of hundreds of supernatural children and teens. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. Rooms barely larger than a closet. No entertainment, connection, emotional bonding, wants or needs or ambitions. They were prisoners. They wore the same orange clothing, the only difference being the numbers threaded above their hearts. Constantly monitored. Tested. Experimented on. The Facility was the only thing that Nikita ever knew.
Some believed that after a certain year, you were executed.
They said ' discharged', but there was something off with the phrasing; with the feeling of it. Kita got chills whenever she heard the word and never understood why until she eavesdropped on a pair of thirteen year olds whispering about seeing another girl being dragged out of her quarters.
That was the Facility. They used you. Learned from you. Broke you. And then discarded you. And repeated the same process with a different child, maybe a bit more brutally, a bit more calculating, just to see how long and far they can stretch the abilities of a mind and body.
When she was fourteen, there was a mishap. Something happened. Nikita wasn't sure what. All she knew was that she was jerked awake by flashing orange lights and a siren screaming through the air, the door to her quarters opening with a pneumatic hiss. For an instant, she didn't move; and once she did, she could see that all along the long corridor there were other kids like her, poking their heads out of their rooms, staring around, confused and curious...and seeing their chance.
Eight hundred supernatural teenagers and children alike escaped the Facility.
Only two hundred survived to make it outside.
And ninety made it beyond the winding desert wasteland of the night and took to the skies, carrying those who couldn't fly or were injured, and soaring as far and fast and hard as they could.
Nikita has been hiding from the Facility for three years. She had been at an academy once, but she had vanished, taking into hiding for a bit longer, worried that connecting to people would mean it would be easier for them to find her, take her, kill her.
Hesitantly, hesitantly, the rare Wyvern dragon is stepping out of the shadows of her hiding place to attend to Salesian. Praying that she will be safe this time and know what a normal life is.
My companion is♘: "I don't have a pet," Kita says, "But I wish I had a dog!"
I live in△: Co-ed
I'm currently☽☾: Single
Something else: Marked in pitch black ink on her palms are Hamsas - ancient, traditional tattoos tied to Draconian lore known for resisting and purifying evil. These tattoos are simply shown as the shape of eyes, and yet when she holds out her palms to an opponent, her abilities take on a defensive tactic instead of their usual attack strategy. On top of this it erases tainted thoughts and emotions from that individual. However, it does hurt her in the process, often in the form of burning. Nikita can only withstand three minutes of this pain before she shuts it down, choosing to cover her palms in fingerless leather gloves.
Kita knows how to travel by mirrors. But it's not an exact science. So, if she jumps in through a bathroom mirror and wanted to arrive in class via arrival by classroom mirror, she might just pop out of somebody's little compact makeup mirror fifty feet away from her intended target-- which is: A, uncomfortable; and B, going to scare the living daylights out of somebody. She's not really in total control of where she goes, but at least she can do this!
Bizarrely if her power is still in effect and she happens to bleed from, say, a cut or slash from an opponent, her blood comes in a kind of crystallized form. Not entirely glass or anything as that, yet it is strange; imagine a girl with a cut on her arm and some blood and little red crystals coming out of her skin. When she stops using her glass manipulation, her blood will be regular blood and she would have to staunch it.
She can't turn into her dragon form since she was never taught as a child. However if she is pushed, Nikita can produce wings from her back, slender and built for speed and intricate maneuvers. Flight is another thing, though. That was a trait Nikita had to learn on her own, again, without any help - and it's tiring for her. She has to stop and rest every so often otherwise she would feel ill and dizzy.
She knows only one song called Silhouettes. Something that she and other Facility survivors use in order to know that they are loyal and true to each other, like how soldiers are closely knit together. The meaning of the song runs deeper than people hearing it from the outside will hear. To a child survivor from the Facility massacre, for the runaways and disguised, the instant they hear the first stanza the meaning strikes home: "I am there for you, even if I am not perfect, even though I am not entirely strong, I am there for you. I will always be here for you." An instant, undeniable and rare connection. A song only known by the Facility children as they had made it themselves.
