Character name Nikolie "Nikky" Mustakrakich
Age: 19
Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio After moving out, Nikolie lived a illegal life. Taking a turn for the drugs, and soon after: the raver scene. His mind half gone, and body kept so very beautiful, his days are spent ever so wonderfully. Enhancing each moment with thoughts of new things, or even things he'd done before. Lost, without a real sense of what to do with himself, he parties his life away, intent on having as much fun as he can before that tragic day should come, and he won't be allowed another breath. Social, he finds himself often either wishing to be with friends, or being with them, finding that no matter what, they always manage to keep his spirits high, and he can't be so down when surrounded in loving peers.
Personality A Social Butterfly, however quiet he may be, and almost exclusivly laid back. Though having his own little bits of philosophical and deep lifestyle, he chooses not to dwell on the big picture, for it's a spooky one indeed. Instead, he keeps a smile on, and with a bit of contagious happiness, helps others do the same.
Appearance Hair of a ashen grey, hangs to his shoulders in the back, at it's longest layer, and only to his noses tip, in the front's longest layer. Though many layered, and quite straight, it always seems to kinda flip out and away from his cheeks, his forehead, standing out a bit, almost as if styled. Eyes each, bare different shades of color, one, the left, is a beautiful sea-green, around the edge, though starts off as more a sage. While the right, starts off in the shade of a dark, dark blue, almost black, before bursting into a rather light, baby blue. Finally, the male's flesh, is a pale white, not pastey, but a creme, soft, and easy to catch oneself staring at, though he'd find it to be something blush-worthy. Upon his neck, there is a small necklace, or a chocker, rather, clinging to his form with a small, crimson cross, created of a hard, though flattened steel. It's chain, is a simple black, as are the very ends of it's arms, though they do more fade to black, than simply become so. A White sweatshirt, with special little spots of color, which only appear in blacklight, and it's cut-off arms, to make it appear like a T-shirt. Soft to the touch, with a pair of black, thin lines that run from collar, to sleeve-hem. Black stitching, and a gray zipper, though usually kept only zipped up to the belly-button, to keep cool, are the only constantly-visible color variations. A pair of stretchy, light gray gloves, adorn each hand, cut at the knuckles, and letting the back of his hands peek through a neat little circle, they ride about to the place where a loose-wrist watch would fall, before growing loose themselve, and becomming lost in hem. Upon his hips, a pair of acid-green, and black pantaloons, brand-spankin'-new, they don't have a single rip upon their hems yet, and hang loose, nearly to the soles of his shoes. Mostly that vibrant green, though the lap has a pair of straps, sewed on, with the same acid-green, and colored in raven black. A pair of steel loops, hung from each strap, and allowed for various things to be clipped on, though normally, he had no clips to keep there. Cargo pockets on each outside calf, each with the top rectangular part of their tops being black, and stiched with green. Each of his feet adorn a pair of Converse Hightops, ChuckTaylor Allstars. Each one different, the left, is a standard, black and white, original flavored Chuck. However, the right, is a inverted colors 'custom made'. Where the one on the left is black, it is white, and where there is white, it is black. Even the star on the inside of it's ankle, is inverted, for added appeal.
