RAVES, nikita ambelline

[nikitaraves]

Character Name: Nikita Ambelline Raves
Nickname(s): Nikki
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Outcast
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches
Appearence:

With a curvy body, glowing tanned skin, long and flowing dark hair, and dazzling blue eyes, Nikita easily falls into the “attractive” category. It isn’t hard to see the pride she takes in her body. The evidence is everywhere, from her toned torso to her long and muscled legs. At an average 5’5, she is neither extremely tall nor pitifully short. Of Russian, Italian, and Swedish decent, Nikita is a definite mix of the best features from each culture. Her Italian blood sealed her with the fate of a year-round golden tan and thick, shining near-black hair. It isn’t clear whether her captivating blue eyes were from her Russian or her Swedish side of the family, but they are a striking combination against her dark complexion.

So far, there are only four tattoos covering Nikita’s body, but her fondness for ink and her love for rebellion hint that there may be more to follow. The first of her tattoos is on her right shoulder. It reads the line “We will all laugh at gilded butterflies” from Shakespeare’s King Lear in old English script. The second tattoo is on her inner right forearm and is a black and white portrait of Marilyn Monroe. Down her left ribcage is the quote of “there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART”, though the meaning is so personal so had refused to comment on it. To sum her current ink up, she has the Chinese symbol for strength on the back of her neck, although her hair almost always covers this one from sight.

To say Nikita had a consistent style would be a lie. She owns a little bit of every style: from preppy to goth to bohemian. What she wears is completely dependent on her mood that day, although she sometimes just opts for something simple like jean shorts and a tank top or jeans and a flannel shirt. If anyone were to ask her what her favorite thing to wear was, she would say “nothing at all”, because her idea of style is anything that would raise controversy…and, well, going nude would achieve just that.

Personality:

Nikita is the type of girl to rebel against all cliques, and has therefore declared herself an outcast to all high school society. She hates the fact that people assume she needs to follow other people, or that she even needs other people. In her mind, she is dependant only on herself, and that everything she could ever want could be achieved without outside help. The “independent state of mind” has led her to resent everyone around her, and become highly anti-social. That isn’t to say that she isn’t confident or won’t make friends, in fact, she’s overly confident in herself and has nothing against friends, just the conventional methods to making them.

If it weren’t for her deep hatred for cliques, she would make for a good candidate in the royal court, or even the queen bee herself. Nikki is more cunning than a fox and has a tongue like venom. She has the fighting spirit and can never walk away without having the last word in an argument. Everything she says is full of clever wit, and it’s hard to tell whether half of what she says is the truth or not. That doesn’t mean she’s a habitual liar, just good at what she calls … “mistruths” or… “confusing the enemy”. Of course, in her mind, anyone and everyone is fair game to be her enemy.

If an anti-social, sarcastic fox weren’t enough, Nikita is dramatic. Overly, even, at times. Her extreme drama is one of the most interesting things about her, and something most people notice first. She’s known for hunting down the younger preps and court and scaring the hell out of them just for fun. And when it isn’t a scary role she’s playing, it could be anything else. She could be a goth one day, and the next all dressed up in pink and frills, with an personality to go along. It’s just another ploy that allows her to stay truly anonymous by allowing nobody to know the “true her” as well as a fun way of scaring everyone else even more and parodying cliques.

All in all, Nikita is the exact type of girl a guy would not want to bring home to his parents. Yes, she’s beautiful, but she’s a complete train wreck everywhere else. She has made it a habit to be unpredictable to the point that it’s almost scary. She has no qualms about driving way too fast, drinking way too much, getting way too high, or partying way too hard. In fact, she likes anything she does to be to the extreme. Despite what she thinks about it herself, it’s definitely a cry for someone to save her; because that’s the one thing she’s incapable of doing for herself.

History:

Imagine the perfect home. It’s a modest, two-story red brick home with a white picket fence and a shady oak in the front yard with a tire swing hanging from one limb. That was Nikita’s home, the one where she was born and where she lived until she was eight. Her parents were a cheerful, loving, and completely normal middle-class couple. Her father worked at an insurance company, and her mother stayed at home and helped out with charities and the PTA. It was almost a storybook childhood. It wasn't overly lavish and luxurious, but it was perfect and without any evident flaw.

Without any evident flaw. That was until Nikki turned eight and her father suddenly lost his job because the company that employed him had gone bankrupt and had to close. Without her father’s steady income, her mother had to find work immediately, but there were few places hiring, and they sometimes went a month without a real income. The stress put a strain on Nikita’s parents, but they didn’t immediately divorce for the sake of their young daughter. As a young girl, she didn’t quite understand what was going on around her, so she stayed relatively happy, her bubble of security only disturbed when her parents would have occasional fights. Life continued on that way for three months.

It was after that, that Nikki’s parents started falling apart. Neither parent had a job at the time, and neither could find one. They had no income, and were living solely off of her father’s savings account, but that was draining at an alarming rate. One day Nikita came home from school to find her mother sitting in the living room, just staring at the wall. It had been obvious, even to the oblivious young girl that her mother had been crying. She asked what was wrong, but her mother only replied “Daddy’s gone.” Fortunately or unfortunately, gone hadn’t meant dead, it had simply meant, “Nikita, your father has abandoned us.”

They moved out of the perfect, middle-class, two-story red brick home before the month was over. Nikita’s next place of residence was nowhere near as nice, and she never could connect with it and get the feeling of a “home” out of it, but she never complained. She had to change schools too and the one in the new district was much rougher, but again, she never complained. Her mother had to work odd-jobs, and her schedule was erratic and unpredictable. Nikita learned quickly how to fall into a routine that was independent of her mother’s activities and that was how she lived for the next eight years.

She was sixteen then, and had become a fully-functional adult herself. She found she had little use for a mother, because she had become her own mother. Nikita moved out that fall and continued her education with her mother’s permission and feeble blessing. She lived on her own in a shabby apartment and worked each night to make rent and buy food. It wasn’t until halfway through her first real year alone that she got a phone call in the middle of the night. It was her mother, calling her to tell her that her father had been found dead. Her father. She barely remembered that children even had fathers, since she hadn’t seen hers in so long, but she agreed to be at the reading of the will.

It turned out to have been a good idea to attend, because it had just so happened that her father had not only left them without a word, but that he had become a millionaire sometime between her eighth and her sixteenth birthday. His estate had been split between four names: Nikita, Nikita’s mother, and two names she didn’t recognize, but could only assume had been his new family. She received a total sum of 20 million, though she was only allowed to tap into enough to keep her going until she turned eighteen. It was enough, though, because she had become used to living on only the smallest scraps. Despite the money, her opinion of her father never changed, and after a few months, he ceased to exist in her mind once more.

Sample Rp:

A stifled sigh escaped Nikita’s pale pink lips as she laid her crystalline eyes on the exterior of the high school that would host her senior year. She had little faith that it would be any different from any other school she’d attended in her eighteen years, and she wasn’t planning on giving it much of a chance. The pure fact of the location was enough to set the radars off in her weary mind. California was the land of everything fake, plastic, and stereotypical. It was much, much different than her home state of Colorado. Scrunching up her face and shaking out her dark hair, Nikita took a tentative step in the direction of the doors. She stopped again, adjusted her bag over her shoulder and closed the gap between her and the entrance. The brunette exhaled the breath she had been holding as she stepped into the air-conditioned hallway.

As always, Nikita had been right.

California was worse. Everything in sight was boldly branded with a clique. The preps were obvious, the Goths even more so, and on and on down the food chain. Where there were cliques, there was inevitably a high queen to brainwash and command all her lesser drones. Groaning, Nikki stepped into the office to collect a schedule. She was not surprised to see that even the simple post of command had been overrun with the mindless majority of the school. Looking down briefly, she was glad to have chosen an outfit that lacked any evident personality. Unless the school had a clique for “jean shorts, a white tank top, and black sandals” she was safe for the time being. The woman at the desk smiled kindly, but Nikita didn’t return it, instead meeting the cheery grin with an unenthusiastic scowl. It didn’t seem to deter the woman at all, as she cheerily asked for Nikita’s name.

After a painful encounter that lasted all of ten minutes of the woman unnecessarily reciting directions to ever class on Nikki’s schedule, as well as the cafeteria, gym, and any other student amenity she could possibly need to find, the girl was released on her way to first period. Calculus. Rolling her pale eyes, Nikita took off toward the room labeled 304. With a teacher the name of Mr. Brown, the course was already proving to be boring, and she hadn’t even stepped foot into the classroom yet.

The pessimistic outlook on the whole “high school life” wasn’t new. Nikita had already been to three other high schools for her freshmen, sophomore, and junior years, respectively. It had become strategic for her to have low expectations to prevent the inevitable disappointment that was sure to come after a few weeks in the educational environment. Room 304 came into view and Nikita paused by the doorway, muttering a brief prayer for strength before entering in.

Celeb:

Megan Fox

Out Of Character:

Ashley; 17; 7 years experience, on and off (although, a good portion of this has been strictly spent on equine RPGs, so my human rping is a bit rusty); the best method of contact is to IM me on AIM. My screen name is xBeautifulThiefx; the only other site i currently RP at is Cimoron Island 2, as Mira (username: khaont).

[( tahlia )]

Well done love. I really enjoyed reading your application and you really described Nikita well. I love how she really chooses to seperate herself from all of the cliques but she still has Royal Court potential. I can see her keeping the rest of the girls on their toes. Everything was well detailed and well thought out and I really did enjoy reading this. Claim everything in Step Three, then you're ready to start posting.