Emplacement: Random Man=S Appartement → Les haricots précoces → Spruce Ave.
Interaction: Mention d'Opallum, Parler à Nicolas Black 
Il y a eu des moments où Nikita ne pouvait pas dormir. Des nuits où elle a jeté et tourné dans son lit, la peau au feu, et la tête en train de mal et de frapper comme la basse constante d'une chanson. Elle a tout essayé sur Internet, tous les médicaments, tous les médicaments en vente libre. Elle a tellement utilisé la mélatonine qu'elle n'a même pas pu dormir pendant plus de quelques heures. Cependant, Nikita a finalement trouvé une solution à de telles nuits – il semble, hilarantement assez et fidèle à sa nature, rien n'a tout à fait mis Nikita à dormir comme une bonne baise. Et l'homme qui s'est retourné dans le lit Nikita était éblouissantement couché, jetant son bras autour de sa taille et se blottis dans son cou, n'était rien d'autre que cela.
Nikita soupira dans son nez, frottant son maquillage en croûte d'œil pendant qu'elle s'asseyait, jetant le bras de l'homme de son corps. Sa bouche s'est glissée de l'imbécile de son corps inconscient et une ligne de drool s'est glissée du coin de ses lèvres fracturées. Nikita ne pouvait pas aider le bruit de dégoût qui a échappé à sa bouche, son curling à lèvres comme elle a glissé du lit en rien d'autre que son costume d'anniversaire.
À ce stade de sa vie, surtout en considérant qu'elle est une succube de vingt-six ans, Nikita est devenue une experte en saut sur des stands d'une nuit. Plonger dans son jean serré et glisser ses bras dans sa veste en cuir, renoncer à un t-shirt et au lieu de empocher le tissu légèrement déchiré dans son sac, le succube ne pouvait pas aider les pensées dérisives de sa colocataire qui m'est venu à l'esprit. Bien sûr, étant une professionnelle (et bien, ex-professionnelle), elle a trouvé son devoir de sextumer sur le fonctionnement d'un corps féminin. C'était un dessin brut, avec peu de mots, et une simple flèche pointant vers ce que son objectif devrait être. Nikita a placé de la colle gorille sur la partie collante de la note collante, juste pour être sûr, et a pressé son pouce le long du papier de sorte que la colle a pris à la chair creased du front idiot.
Nikita murmura, scindant la note par dépit, avant d'épauler son sac et de glisser hors de la porte.
L'air froid d'Edgetoun respirait du gel sur la clavicule exposée de Nikita, et Nikita regrettait sa décision de ne pas s'habiller. En épongeant ses bras autour de son corps dans une tentative stupide de se réchauffer, Nikita erra près du café, quelque chose de haricot, avec l'espoir d'une bonne tasse de café pour réchauffer ses os et ses poumons. Ses bottes cliquaient sur le trottoir alors qu'elle passait par un démon sans abri – son nom lui échappait toujours ; mais, encore une fois, elle n'a jamais vraiment essayé de se souvenir de son nom – et, sans l'épargner un regard, elle a appuyé sur les portes ouvertes.
La télé faisait un reportage ennuyeux que Nikita ne pouvait pas se trouver pour s'en foutre, au lieu de se concentrer sur la commande d'une tasse chaude de paradis caféiné. En attendant impatiemment que la barista la répare, Nikita a laissé ses yeux s'étirer à la télévision, ses ongles noirs épluchés tapotant avec de l'énergie non dépensée sur le comptoir. Nikki Thomas murmurait sur le temps et ensuite sur l'Unseelie – attendez quoi.
Bien que Nikita n'ait pas donné de réaction extérieure, ses yeux se rétrécissaient encore impassiblement et ses doigts tapotaient sans cesse, le succube pouvait sentir ses veines pomper le sang chaud dix fois plus vite aux nouvelles. Comme c'est ennuyeux, putain de fae Unseelie. Bien que Nikita soit d'accord avec leur sentiment, elle avait un travail auquel elle devait aller et avoir un blizzard allait le rendre plus désagréable qu'il ne l'était déjà.
Quelle bande de salopes, d'émirites?Les yeux de Nikita ont glissé sur la barista qui parlait, lui faisant glisser le café chaud avec un sourire aveuglant. Il était évidemment américain, et l'épingle américaine coincée à côté de son étiquette sur le nomtag vert a fait son éternuement un peu à ce patriotisme ennuyeux.
Nikita a grondé en réponse, s'emparant du café et sortant de l'endroit le plus rapidement possible.
Quand elle est arrivée chez elle, le café était surtout parti et son humeur était encore plus aigre qu'il ne l'était ce matin-là. Il y avait une colère pent-up dans ses muscles et une exaspération serrée dans toute la situation qui grinçait dans son intestin. Putain de loups-garous, ils étaient si sales.
Nikita a claqué la porte derrière elle, se balançant dans la cuisine et ignorant le loup-garou qui vivait actuellement avec elle. Elle a versé de l'eau dans le Keurig et a sauté une tasse de café en place, appuyant sur le bouton deux fois, comme si cela rendrait la machine pomper les choses plus rapidement. Nikita tuerait pour un smoothie à ce moment-là – la fraise, sa préférée – mais il faisait trop froid et trop d'effort, donc le café le ferait. En attendant, elle traque une chaise à table, en face de Nicolas Black, et vérifie son téléphone pour obtenir d'autres mises à jour.
"Avez-vous vu la vidéo?" Nikita s'est bourdonnée, sa voix s'est évanouie par manque d'usage, et ses yeux ont regardé l'Autre en face d'elle. Comme pour apporter des éclaircissements, Nikita s'est éraflée la joue alors qu'elle disait le nom le plus stupide d'avoir jamais existé pour un putain de manifeste: "Helsing, cette vidéo."
| N A M E |
Nikita "Nikki" Irene Yankovsky
| D A T E O F B I R T H |
September 22, 1994
| G E N D E R |
Female
| S E X U A L I T Y |
Pansexual
| O C C U P A T I O N |
Police Officer specializing in undercover investigations
Ex-Adult Film Actress (18-21)
| I N - D E P T H A P P E A R A N CE |
Being a succubus didn’t exactly guarantee Nikita any particular beauty. Though she definitely is beautiful, it’s her style and swagger as well as her oozing confidence that give her the allure rather than her appearance. Matter of fact, if she were stripped of all that, men wouldn’t look at her twice. Because Nikita didn’t possess the luscious lips that her mother did, or the beautifully flouncing hair that men seemed to adore, and her eye color wasn’t particularly exotic. Rather, Nikita had a plain appearance – not too thick, not too thin lips that were often cracked and bare; greasy brown hair that wasn’t exactly curly, but the thickness was tangled and snagged that it gave it a certain amount of volume and it seemed so bedraggled and messy; her eyes were a hazel-green that only looked green up close, and regular brown from a distance. Her body isn’t particularly overwhelming – she’s short at 5’4” and has thick, strong legs and a nice curve to her waist; however, her cleavage isn’t the most impressive and her badonka is of normal size.
Her makeup is of the grunge sort, as is her clothes, with heavy eye makeup and practically no lip makeup done. She prefers dark clothes and bared legs with her top is not usually particularly revealing, however it’s not rare for her to don something risqué every once and awhile. Her shoes are either perfectly shiny boots or ragged sneakers, but high heels and expensive brand names are never seen on her feet. Nikita never puts much thought into her appearance – unless it’s a jacket. Nikita is very picky and particular with her jackets; they are always kept in perfect condition and are very stylish. Her hoodies do not have a single stain on them and her leather jackets have never been worn cracked.
Nikita’s voice is rather husky and low with a cockney accent; it often sounds gritty and raspy due to her sometimes going days without speaking. Being a succubus, Nikita doesn’t really have a demon form – there seems to be no point considering that her kind was explicitly made to seduce humans. However, whenever she’s sucking out someone’s sexual energy, her eyes tend to turn a vivid amber color. When Nikita walks, she exudes arrogance with her slouched swaggering way of walking and confident but not overboard sway of her hips. People may think she has a rather alluring smell, though no one can pinpoint exactly what it is. Nikita has a few scars on her back from BDSM gone wrong, but they’re rather small and on the corner of her shoulder. She’s covered them with a stereotypical tattoo of flying silhouettes of birds.

  

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
♦ Quiet ♦ Independent ♦ Apathetic ♦ Observant ♦
There is a certain air about Nikita, an aura of carefree attitude and sarcasm that simmers on the front, ready to lash out. Many perceive her as one of those rebels; the kind who obnoxiously shout their opinions and make their thoughts known, the type that are easily provoked and jump at every chance to fight someone. But Nikita was never like that, far from it.
The truth of Nikita is that she’s quiet. She could go days without talking and still be perfectly content. When speaking, her words are decided upon deliberately, and every sentence and coherent thought spoken aloud has a certain amount of thought and weight placed on it. She hides her true feelings and thoughts behind a wall of iron and steel, her emotions imperceptible to those around her unless she specifically elaborates to others – which is a rare occasion in itself. Nikita hates the feeling of being vulnerable; she hates being at the mercy and pity of others, relying on someone else to help her, and perhaps this is why she refuses to divulge her problems when she has them. Instead of asking for help, Nikita would rather die because she couldn’t help herself than have to rely on the kindness of a friend or stranger. Because of her closed off nature, Nikita is a little bit of a loner. Not to say she doesn’t have friends, because Nikita has an abundance of too-loud friends that she drinks, parties, sleeps with on a daily basis but even with them, Nikita is an outsider. She laughs with them and reminisces, but they never ask her questions about her past or present, or how she feels – it’s just as she likes it. When it comes to her friends, they are in a sphere of just them, and everything on the outside doesn’t matter, not their work or failing relationships or mistakes.
Nikita doesn’t like others help, she doesn’t like the burden of owing others and she hates the weight that dependency lies on her shoulders. If she wants something, Nikita is determined to get it herself through her own means. As such, independence is an important aspect of her life and Nikita would rather die than be trapped in a dependent relationship of sorts – whether it’s platonic, romantic, or toxic. Therefore, Nikita has a tendency to hold others at arm length rather than embracing a friendship or relationship, leading to Nikita’s relationships with family, friends, and significant others being rather difficult and ultimately failing.
As a general rule of thumb, if you want to assume something about Nikita, assume she doesn’t care. Nikita finds it hard to care about anything and finds generally everything pointless. Her apathetic carelessness often leads to her hurting others, making mistakes, and pissing everybody off. When Nikita became a cop, she didn’t become a cop in order to protect others, but rather it was a steady source of income and she was good at it. She tends to not pay much mind to things that don’t directly involve her and in moments in which bad things do happen to her, Nikita simply shrugs it off.
Being a rather quiet person who tends to keep to herself as well as an undercover cop, Nikita has become really good at reading others’ body language. This, of course, does not mean she knows exactly what other people are thinking – that’s impossible – but Nikita is rather good at picking up social queues and picking up when others aren’t acting like themselves or are being suspicious. Furthermore, Nikita has a lot of patience and is willing to wait for others to come to her when they want to talk rather than force it out of them. She prefers subtlety that way, and keeps secrets rather well, though most of the time she does so out of the pretense that it is none of her goddamn business rather than because she cares or feels obligated to. 
| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S |
✔Vanilla Ice Cream w/ Soy Sauce
✔Phone App Games (especially Angry Birds)
✔Incense
✔Strawberry Smoothies
✔Bad Movies/Parody Movies (Sharknado is currently her favorite)
✔Cat Videos on YouTube
✔Wet Weather
✘Green Food
✘Moths
✘Pretentiousness
✘Feather Pillows
✘Hot Weather
✘Day Drinkers
✘Unfashionable Jackets
| H I S T O R Y |
Unlike most other demons, Nikita doesn’t have to lie about her age – yet. Twenty-six years ago, on September 22, Nikita was born to Valentina Yankovsky. Nikita never knew much about her father; he was a random incubus stranger who was too unimportant to know his name and, apparently, the owner of a bad batch of condoms. Despite not knowing her father, Nikita never really questioned her mother about or let it bother her; family never seemed that important to Nikita. Perhaps it was because of her isolated upbringing, in which Nikita spent her time going to school and coming home to an empty house.
Growing up, Nikita always knew what she was. She understood that, while she could go to school with humans and have a regular job like humans, humans would always be her prey in some way or another. Therefore, Nikita never bothered envying humans or wishing she could be normal, instead Nikita focused on what was rather than what could be. In school, instead of having close relationships with her classmates, Nikita spent her time doing homework, reading, and playing videogames. Her life at home was mostly lonely. Valentina loved her daughter, but they were both very secluded, withdrawn people and so they didn’t really bond or speak at all. Around the time when Nikita turned eleven, Valentina decided she could stay at home for long periods of time by herself, and began to leave for months at a time. When Nikita was sixteen, she didn’t see her mother for a whole year.
Nikita never experienced a real romance, she didn’t have the presence of mind to even try for a romance. Her first time was in the backseat of a car of a random stranger who just happened to be incredibly handsome and vulnerable. That was as romantic as Nikita got. When she became legal, Nikita entered the adult film business in order to pay for university. At university, Nikita studied political science and, well, had a lot of sex if we’re being completely honest – like a lot.
However, when Nikita was twenty-one, she got a call from a stranger claiming to be her long lost twin sister, named Nadia. Apparently, Nadia became aware of her through her adult films that her boyfriend seemed to like. Unfortunately, Nadia did not know of her succubus nature in which Nikita had to break it to her, which was an affair in itself. The idea of having a family member she didn’t know anything about pissed Nikita off and she confronted her mother, Valentina about it. Valentina shared that, when she found out she was pregnant with twins, she decided that two kids was too much for her, as simple as that. Valentina gave up Nadia for adoption and that was that – thoughts of her second (and oldest) child left her mind. With the truth known, Nikita set up a meeting between Valentina and Nadia which didn’t end up well (especially with Nadia being overly affectionate and warm and the Yankovsky duo being rather cold and impersonal).
Having met Valentina, Nadia decided to introduce Nikita to her adoptive parents, who were rich business owners that were not too happy with a doppelganger appearing naked on the internet with her daughter’s face. Nadia’s parents blackmailed Nikita to quit the porn industry and, without the money to pay for her university, Nikita dropped out. With no further education than her basic High School Diploma, Nikita decided that a job in law enforcement was really the only way to go. She moved off campus and into Edgetoun as well as entered training school to become a police officer. The training period went by quickly and Nikita’s (albeit lacking) acting skills made her a good option for an undercover cop.
Nothing much happened during this time period, Nikita pretty much ignored Nadia’s existence, except for the occasional coffee if Nikita felt particularly guilty that day, and Valentina was somewhere off in Asia, probably making more family members that Nikita did not want to have. However, with the arrival of knowledge that the human community attained, Nikita didn’t know quite what to do with herself. In the beginning, she had felt like panicking, but instead quelled it and pushed it down, pretending the problem didn’t exist. The following week, Nikita went to work and move about, pretending as if nothing was happening. Still is, though anxiety is quietly creeping up her spine.
| F A M I L Y |
||Nadia Ackermann | 26 | Twin Sister|| - Nikita's long lost twin sister. Nadia found it odd when she saw her face in her then-boyfriend's newly bought adult film. After a little bit of digging, they made contact. While Nadia adores Nikita and wants to get closer to her, Nikita mostly ignores her sister's presence with the occasional birthday card a few days late. Nikita thinks of Nadia as a little bit of a dumb bimbo, with her dyed blonde hair and her love for acronyms, but Nadia is intelligent in her own way.
||Valentina Yankovsky | Unknown | Mother|| - Nikita's succubus mother. Nikita was raised by her mother, though they had a strained relationship. It's not so because they were different or that they didn't like each other, but mostly because they were both very private people and would not often share personal things with each other. When Nikita was in her tweens, Valentina saw her fit to become independent and would often leave for months at a time - even for a whole year, once. Nikita never blamed or held it over her mother's head, because she understood Valentina's need for adventure and for a life on the edge. However, with the news of a twin sister she never heard of, their relationship has been tenser than usual.
| S T R E N G T H S |
Observant
Seductive
Patient


| W E A K N E S S E S |
Apathetic
Withdrawn
Sex-Driven

  

| T H E M E S O N G |
Hurricane – Halsey
"I'm a wanderess
I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city
Don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane”
| H O U S E N U M B E R |
Faircourt - 5361 Spruce Avenue
| E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N |
Bilingual (Russian and English)