Nikita Arlovsky ll Nyo!Belarus

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Name:
Nikita Arlovsky
Age:
21
Nationality:
Belarusian
Birthday:
08.25.XX

Cybernetic Alterations/Enhancements:
- EYES -
Since his eyes were gouged out, he does have cybernetic replacements. To be quite honest, the ones he has now weren't originally supposed to be his. He's not really sure what happened, but he guesses that the fact he was bleeding quite profusely from empty eye-sockets and pretty banged-up could have something to do with the mix-up. The ones he accidentally got were enhanced replacements. He brought up quite a scene since enhanced cybernetics do cause more strain on the brain and the connection between his damaged and partially gone optic nerves and the replacement eyes wasn't stable, so it did cause a lot of pain for him. It doesn't help that he was becoming hysterical with paranoia from all his mental stress at the time; having one's eyes gouged out does wonders for one's mentality. So an alternative method was used to relieve him. An adjuster was implanted within the back of his neck, at the start of the spinal cord. The set enhancements became dormant through the adjuster in order to less burden his brain. Whatever is seen through his eyes is toned down; the adjuster gains the information from the eyes, waters it down to make it bearable, and sends the revised information to the brain. Basically, the adjuster makes the enhanced replacements regular replacements. He could have gotten them changed, but he doesn't want anyone to take out his eyes again. Once was more than enough for him. Though he could probably remove the adjuster and get used to the enhancements now, he doesn't.

As stated before, the enhancements have become dormant by the adjuster. Due to that, a lot of the functions the eyes have cannot be used. The functions the eyes do have at its current stage is only the basics: camera and seeing in different spectrums. There is a chip within the adjuster which carries information from the camera. There is no backlash in filling the chip, only except he cannot save anything else once it's filled. The adjuster sends a little ping to his brain once it's full as a reminder. He can take the chip out of the adjuster voluntarily and does so to clear out space and to go over his day. His energy storage comes from an external source: the sun's rays. The rays go through the eyes and are sent to the adjuster who reverts it to power. So he's technically forced to go outside and get some rays or else he can't see. Also, no one should really notice that his eyes are cybernetic, unless looked at closely, due to the fact that they were designed to bypass as normal eyes.

He does need the occasional check-up to make sure that the eyes and the adjuster is working without any errors. The outcome of the eyes malfunctioning is the lack of sight and possibly a few painful jolts. But the jolts can be nullified by the adjuster. But if the adjuster malfunctions, all the dormant enhancements become active and it gives him a huge migraine and induces a slight panic attack. It's troublesome when they malfunction because he can't get himself to the hospital on his own.
Why?:
It was due to a brutal, one-sided fight with a rather vicious street gang.

Occupation:
Part-time Worker (Full-time)
Upper, Middle, or Lower Class?:
Lower Class
Attitude Towards Bots?:
He's more interested in their mysterious, elusive owner.

Appearance:
Once people abandon the rather malicious and somewhat frightening image he has, they would see that he's actually a rather attractive male. He's capable of turning a few heads, but he doesn't use his appearance to the fullest. His appearance is always disheveled nowadays, his hair mainly.

Nikita stands at the height of 175 cm / 5'9 ft, so he's average in height for a Belarusian. His body is naturally slender, but he has gotten more lean since he does work out on a regular basis. He used to stand tall; he had really great posture, but it has been getting worse after his incident. He slouches forward with his eyes constantly on the ground. It's not something out of the ordinary where he lives though, since most people tend to keep their eyes on the ground to avoid eye contact and stay out of trouble. It's definitely more noticeable when he makes his little trips to the Western Sector. He does straighten up a bit when at the Western Sector, but since he's gotten used to slouching, he may just naturally go back to slouching if he's not paying much attention.

His hair is the color of platinum-blonde. His hair is a tad long, seeing how it ends at his neck. But it did used to be longer in the past; his hair did used to be able to be tied into a ponytail, but he ended up cutting it all off since it started to become an inconvenience. He found out through unpleasant terms that hair-pulling is not something he enjoys. His hair is usually disheveled, despite the fact he likes things in an orderly fashion. But there is a reason for that; his hair used to be taken care of by his older mother-hen of a brother. He would usually sit, dazed, on his mattress, while his older brother smoothed out his bed-hair. His older brother never did win the battle against his cowlick. Now he doesn't have anyone to settle his hair for him and he's much too uninterested to do so, he leaves his hair be. Hair-fixing for him was only his older brother's job and no one but his brother is going to do so. No one touches his hair but his older brother. But if it does get too messy, he runs a hand through it to settle the strands.

Before the eye-gouging incident, his eyes were the shade of bluish-violet. His eyes currently are the color of grey due to the inner mechanics of the eyes. He doesn't like the cold, mechanical eyes he now has. It's part of the reason why he always has his eyes on the ground now.

Nikita's wardrobe is relatively simple. A couple shirts and pants, a few coats, and one pair of boots and gloves. He started to wear coats when he notices that his older siblings wore coats too. In an attempt to be closer to them, he wore them too. He has four coats; they're the same except for the color: beige, grey, white, and blue. He's never without a coat, except when he's inside his living quarters. He also has a coat he took from each of his older siblings. He'll occasionally sleep while holding them close.

Likes
[x] Family / Siblings
[x] Fairy-tales
[x] Puzzles / Books
[x] Hands
[x] Insects / Trees / Nature
[x] Ballet / Ice-skating
[x] Music

Dislikes
[x] Teasing / Laughter
[x] Water
[x] Hatred / Rage
[x] Cold weather
[x] Thieves
[x] Narcissism
[x] Rejection

Strengths
[x] Agility / Flexibility
[x] Intelligence
[x] Weaponry / Knives

Weaknesses
[x] Abrupt noises
[x] Restriction / Small areas
[x] Projectiles of any kind

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Personality:
The first thing one realizes about Nikita is that he is a unresponsive person upon first meeting. He'll keep to himself, not wanting to be bothered. He thinks that if he ignores whomever is talking to him, they will just give up and just leave. If it so happens that they don't, Nikita's nothing but resilient. He'll take the continuous attempt of conversation as a challenge and continue to stay silent until they give up. To be honest, a conversation is mainly possible if he's the starter. He's unresponsive otherwise. But if the one he's talking to decides to be unresponsive, he'll forcibly get out the answer with whatever means necessary. He's a rash individual. To be quite honest, he's quite the troublesome being when people don't know him. But he does maintain a professional attitude when at work. Those who talk to him during work hours, he's more tolerable towards unless they start probing him too much. Then he'll just give one/two word answers and generic responses.

His troublesome personality doesn't end at being unresponsive. He's also quite the family person. Don't let the rather kind wording get to you. Nikita is one heck of a family person. An extremist, most say. To the point of obsession, that's the more popular phrase many would use when describing Nikita's avid love for his siblings. He holds them up on a pedestal and is extremely bias towards them. He loves his older sister and brother the same, but he shows his love and adoration towards his sister more openly than to his older brother. So many just peg him having an extreme sister complex, when in actuality, he has quite the brother complex as well. He's more secretive about his love for his brother. With him and his sister, it's more like a princess-knight relationship. He wants to protect her and keep her safe from everyone. With him and his brother, it's much deeper. Nikita confides more in his brother about his troubles and such. It's probably wise to not speak negatively about his siblings near Nikita. He doesn't care where the location is or how outnumbered and disadvantageous of a position he is in, he will attack. Case in point, he doesn't know the definition of self-restraint when it comes to his siblings. It's led to a lot of misunderstandings of how he's incestual.

Stated before, Nikita's a rash individual. He doesn't like to beat around the bush on most matters and simply speaks his mind. He doesn't care if he sounds rude. If it's what he thinks, then he doesn't care what the others say about it. There is nothing like backing down or being uncertain for him. Whatever he thinks, he's sure to stand with conviction on the statement. It's not just his personality that's rash either. He's also got quite the mouth. To a heavy amount of people, it's quite plausible to think that he never speaks without cursing / threatening. It's not like he has a sailor's mouth or anything; he just doesn't talk nice to people other than this siblings and those he deems as 'companions'. After all, he finds no need to. Nikita is typically a silent person but if he talks, he'll do it in one go. In example, he'll stay silent for one conversation and continuously talk in another conversation. His speech pattern is similar to a cannon firing; it's not done much, but when it's done, it's done big.

When he does deem someone as a companion, he does get more easy-going. He seems more human when people get to know him because many automatically peg him as the incestual, unresponsive loner and since he also acts accordingly to that image, it's hard to see him as anything but that. He's definitely much more pure than his image suggests upon close interaction. He does act like the standard adult: composed and the like, but there are moments where it's so blatantly obvious that he is nothing but a child behaving like an adult. Nikita is a bit sheltered, so he is a bit inexperienced when dealing with people, despite the fact he's read up on a lot of books about psychology and the human mind. It's all unpracticed and he's not the type to socialize, so it's all theory for him. He's inexperienced. But don't take it as the fact that Nikita is just socially inept and clueless. Just because he's awkward around people doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have a good time. He does have a lot of small connections, after all.

But the little experience he does have with human interaction came from his motherly older brother. His older brother's motherly and kind personality did rub off on him and that's essentially the way he acts towards his deemed companions. The things that his older brother did for him, he'll do it for others. In a sense, Nikita is a stubborn, down-to-earth version of his older brother. That is the basic foundation of all of the other good qualities that he possesses. Loyalty, kindness, selflessness, all are extensions he made himself from his older brother's influence. But all those good qualities are hidden to those except his siblings and his few companions. Nikita isn't the type to have lots of companions; he's fine with one or two.

History:
Nikita's birth was more of an unexpected birth, seeing how there is some time between him and his older sister. He was born into a destitute family, but they got by. They got by. His older siblings taught him how to read and write; they taught him the basics of education and he soaked it up like a sponge. He enjoyed his childhood. It was full of memories of his older siblings. He doesn't remember much about his parents and isn't quite sure what exactly happened to them on the account of being young. He assumes that they simply left on a long trip after they moved to Eishoff. But he didn't mind all that much, he loved his siblings more than his parents after all. He became super protective of them and took it upon himself to make sure that they will always be safe and out of harm's way.

As he grew up, he helped around the household quite a lot, wanting to be some kind of use. He loved his older siblings and wanted to make them as happy as possible. He didn't want them to be tired or stressed or anything. He wanted to earn enough money to let them take a break. He wanted to keep his sister safe and protected and keep his brother from having to do more laborious work. He would do anything for his siblings. He often resorted to thievery to bring back money and food. His brother disapproved, but he continued because he was doing a good thing. He was helping his family.

Of course, everything changed due to the incident. He had seen a few gang members pushing around his siblings. Though enraged, he waited until it turned dark and his siblings were asleep before going out to meet the 'fuckers' who dared lay their filthy hands on his siblings. It, of course, didn't end well.

After the whole incident, he found himself in an apartment room with cybernetic eyes. He's not sure how he got there or who helped him, but he lives there now. The events that took places after the loss of his eyes is a blur. He only remembers being in pain and nothing else. He's unable to face his siblings and just hopes that they're doing fine without him. It's currently been years since the incident.

RP Sample:

Enjoy never seeing your oh-so-precious siblings, you incestual fuck.

He jolted from his sleep with a hitched gasp. Dark, unknown faces changed into the white paint of the ceiling. That fucking nightmare. Once again, it didn't fail to get him all worked up. He kicked the covers off of him, his body in a cold sweat, and sat up. He brought his legs to him and rested his forehead on his knees, waiting until his quickened breathing evened out.

He remained in that position even longer after that. What exactly was he waiting for? A pair of hands that would fix his hair? A morning greeting? A slight rebuke from kicking off his blanket? A worried question if he had a nightmare and the pair of hands that would rub his back to soothe him? He knew it wouldn't come, so why did he even wait for it? It was obvious. He misses them. The answer was so obvious. He misses his siblings. As much as he loved them, he ran away after the whole incident. He's not even sure why. Maybe he didn't want them to see him as defeated and beaten as he was? Maybe because he directly ignored his brother's request to not be rash? Who knows? He wouldn't know how he felt then. Even the most stupidest of reasons could have been the reason. He hoped that his siblings were still together and happy. He can't even remember how long it's been since he's seen them.

He fell back on the bed, pressing the palms of his hands against his cybernetic eyes. He didn't even remember how he ended up with these mechanical eyes. All he remembered was that fucking pain. Didn't know who took him to the hospital to get them, didn't know how the bills were paid, didn't know who rented this room he was staying in, he didn't know anything. He didn't even know if he was supposed to be alive. Maybe he should have died on that day and some stupid fuck in his neighborhood decided to be charitable or some shit answer like that. He didn't even know if he was in the neighborhood after that. Maybe he stumbled off to the other districts. He didn't know. All these unknown variables. All he knew was that his life took a dramatic turn for the worse.

Fuck. Well, isn't this a glorious start of the day.

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Name:
Bzzt. Bzt. Bzzzzt. This is your current Brobrobratan, staking it out here behind this giant cut-out of a pink muffin. I'm moving in. Over.
Age:
I'm slowly moving out of my teen years. My childish exuberance is leaving me bit by bit.
Time Zone (GMT +/-):
GMT-8. West Coast RepreSENT. See, look. I'm even trying too hard to be hip. It shows my age.
Experience:
I've got a year or two under my belt. Not much compared to the rest of ya, but I think I can pull my weight.
Contact Information:
Catch me at the CBox or PM me. If I get to know you a bit better, MSN's a given.

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