Name: Nikolay [Nikolette] Dakshov Age: 17
Nationality: Russian
THIS IS WHO I AM: Nikolay was born into a nothing special family in Russia. He was loved by his old fashioned mother and father, and his two older sisters Natasha and Clarice. THe family wasn't at the top for food and medical supplies, but education was a priority. Both Clarice and NAtasha were educated and were continuing to learn when their little brother was brought into the world. Both girls were smart enough to see that their mother had a problem, and the father was never home anymore, but little Nikolay needed proper care, so most of the time, both sisters cared for him.
At the age of two, Nikolay's father was gone. Nikolay's mother had caught the man having an affair, and many business endevours that had been kept secret. Natasha, the younger of the two siblings, who was 16 at the time, was taken into custody by her father, and later found raped and dead when Nikolay was the age of 5. Even though Nikolay doesn't remember much of his childhood, the funeral of his sister was painted in his mind forever. His father was put in jail and later found dead.
Soon after Nikolay's father and sister were gone, his mother, who had suffered addiction, depression, and Schitzophrenia, committed suicide. Nikolay was only 8. After this, no one in the family really wanted to deal with Nikolay, considering his parents, and the fact that the family had been perfect until his birth, Nikolay was seen as the trouble in the family.
Clarice, Nikolay's only remaining siter took him in. Clarice by this time, had a family of her own. A husband and a set of twins. A boy and a girl who were only months old. Many unhappy years passed, as Nikolay lived with his sister. He lost track of his name as he wasn't ever called by his full name anymore. He was simply reffered to as "hey you" or the occasional "Niko" or "Nik". Not only did Nikolay suffer from neglect, but her also suffered from the diapproving eye of Clarice's husband. Or at least Nikolay thought he was disapproved of.
At the age of 13, Nikolay was home from school, watching the twins while his sister was out at work. Nikolay had done so often, and was treated like it was a job, as he recieved minor compensation. On this particular day during the Russian winter, Clarice's husband came home unusually early. With Clarice still gone at work, Nikolay sighed, happy to have a little relief from staying at the twins bedside all day. [They were both sick.] Nikolay greeted his sister's husband, respect showing in his face, and Clarice's husband; Victor, smacked him clear across the room where Nikolay crashed into a wall. Victor then preceeded, to take Nikolay into his back bedroom and rape him. After Victor raped him, Nikolay was beat severely and kicked out of the house. Nikolay eagerly left with his mind sloshed in his head, and a wobbly gate.
Nikolay spent the rest of his teen life getting into drugs and fighting on the streets. He was a Russian gang banger with no better reason for existance. No one in his family wanted him. His sister was a lost cause, as he now realized why Clarice never spoke up against Victor's firm command. Nikolay tunred out to be a street rat, he used the Name Nikolette for a gang name, and finally decided to do something with his life.
WHY AM I HERE?!: Nikolay, cleverly disguised as Nikolette, was somehow able to sneak on a plane. He arrived in the last place he wanted to be for a new beginning. America. Nikolay soon found out however, that America was more lose with drugs, and therefore kinder to his addiction. Alos Nikolay found it easier to pick fights, steal and whatnot. However one day he went to far, and when a cop tried to stop him, unlike in Russia, without a passport and proper identification, because Nikolay is a few months short of being an adult, instead of sending Nikolay to Juvenile hall; the cop, seeing Nikolay with an addiction, sent him instead to the Institute for the Therapy of Troubled Youth.
Other: Nikolay enjoys fighting, shooting it up, getting into arguments, and violence. He is afraid of love however. Because he was raped, and knew his sister was raped, Nikolay is afraid of falling prey to another rape. When Nikolay is in a creative mood, he likes working with metal, which often doesn't happen, but considering he was a metal worker in Russia, he can be creative in forming metal. Nikolay also likes to paint and raw. His designs and colors aren't happy and expressive, but are rather dark and dreary much like he is himself.
