Lev Nikitin

Name: Lev Nikitin, son of Leonid Nikitin.

Age: Twenty-six winters.

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Lev's hair is a deep natural black, and he wears it cropped short, longer on top than it is on the sides; in the front it is combed to the side at the right side of his face.

Eyes: Lev's eyes are a dull, mossy green color.

Weight: Approximately 69 kilograms.

Height: Approximately 1 meter and 7 centimeters.

Weapon: Lev's weapon of choice is a strangely-decorated leather gauntlet, the fingers of which are covered in claw-like appendages wrought of some unknown metal; he wears it on his left hand, and he can take it off - when it is taken off, one can see that there is an apparatus by which the gauntlet can be securely fastened to his hand, almost like a lock. The claws cover the fingertip of the glove and extend maybe three centimeters off the glove itself. It is slim and smooth to match Lev's slender frame, and he wields it with familiar proficiency. On the leather part of the glove are strange symbols, swirling across the palm and back of the hand.

The archaic symbols all interconnect at the middle of the backhand of the gauntlet, on which is a slightly-raised windowlike dome of foggy glass. Inside the glass is a pulsing substance, so deeply black that it hurts to look at. Through the black matter, every once in a while, shines a thread of light, an odd but welcome appearance in such a dark cavity.

The same fogged glass material covers the entirety of his left chest, through which the dark material also pulses. The only thing that can be clearly seen through the glass, other than the occasionally-occurring beam of light and the dark energy, is his beating heart - the black matter caresses it lovingly, like a mother to her child. It has a few different names, but the one that seems to stick the most is the Black Heart Machine.

Strengths: Lev has always been fortunate enough to be limber and fairly light; as such, he is agile and, as an extension of this, quick-witted. He is cool and calculated. Lev is also able to think on his feet well, and constantly surveys scenes for ways of escape, traps that could be set, etcetera. He is clever and cunning, and will not hesitate to use any advantage against an opponent, even if that means a quick exit - honor is not of the highest importance to him. After all, would you rather be a living coward or a dead martyr? Lev knows how to speak to people, and is an influential presence, especially in the midst of those who are thoroughly dim-witted. The form of magic he possesses is powerful, and is used with frightening accuracy.

Weakness: The fact that Lev is quick sacrifices any degree of strength that he may have; though his gauntlet is capable of great factors of destruction, he is not very muscularly strong in anyone's definition. This also means he breaks easily - he prefers to bob and weave and be stealthy rather than go in guns blazing, as a forward approach to any situation, for his slender self, means certain death. Lev is not very capable with most kinds of weapons other than his own, and knows not how to wield swords or guns. He is distrusting of most advanced technology, preferring to dabble in the ways of magic. However, his magic takes a toll - because the matter intermingles with his heart, each and every use of the energy saps his own physical vitality. The caliber of the magic used is proportional to the toll it takes, so the bigger the blast, the more it hurts and the more potential there is for a serious injury to occur.

Skills/Magic: The most potent form of magic that Lev possesses is the dark matter - you see, the glass material that is on his gauntlet and his chest follows the main veins in his left arm to apparatus that connects his hand to the gauntlet. The dark matter in his chest cavity is what supplies the gauntlet with the energy. Through manipulation of the magical energy he can power the glove's power tenfold, the most common method of power being a layering of energy over the claws of the weapon. He can also manipulate it as though he were a sorcerer, being able to fire bolt-like projectiles from the palm of the gauntlet. As stated before, each blast of magical energy takes a toll on his heart, so too large of a conjuration can potentially knock him unconscious or even kill him.

Appearance: Lev is tall and slender, taking almost the shape of a young tree. His skin is fairly dark, though he is this way of his own doings. His hair is short and swept to the side, and his eyes stand out as a mossy green color on his face. He is all sharp angles, and has an almost serpentine look about him. He has a cold and sterile air about him, though he is handsome. Lev is fairly lean, with little to no body fat on him. He walks with purpose, and wears an expression of cunning at all times. On his face, coming up from his collar, are ancient-looking tattoos, making him quite a tribal sight - upon further inspection, it is seen that the tattoos go all over his body, and seem to shift when looked at for too long.

He prefers to dress in dark tones, and detests overly-loose clothing. He is generally seen wearing a dark cloth shirt of some kind and pants of a similar color. His feet are protected by light canvas shoes, well-fitted and comfortable. Over all of this he wears a moderately-tightly fit dark-grey coat, aptly nicknamed the Midnight Coat - on the back swirl intricate designs of the moon and stars, the scene of a smoky twilit night.

Personality: Lev, in speech, is eloquent and convincing, though he keeps his true emotions always hidden. He speaks with a Russian accent, a product of his upbringing in inner-city Dankov. He is cunning and cruel, making him a formidable presence. He has an air of mechanical efficiency about him, a trait that some would admire and some abhor. He is constantly observing his surroundings, making sure he knows possible exits and things that can be used against potential enemies; he sizes people up, basing his theories on appearances and assessing threat levels. To most he comes off as aloof. When Lev walks he walks with purpose, always knowing what he's going to do next and planning a few steps ahead.

To new acquaintances he is quick to find out about weaknesses and fears, though in as many words as possible. To those he is close with, which is not often, he is sincere and loyal. He speaks politely and cordially. He never forgets where his alliances lie and just who his true friends are. He also always knows who he can count on and who he can't - he wastes no breath on those who seem weak-minded.

To his enemies he provides an icy wall of indifference, not bantering or talking. To some this can be disconcerting. To others it is simply a quirk and is of no consequence.

Biography: Lev Nikitin was raised in Dankov, an upbringing that was both strict and distant. His parents, Leonid and Alena, brought him up to be an honorable young man, with manners and a curt disposition that made him a celebrity among the teachers at school. He got his work done on time and was prompt with deadlines, always doing exactly what he was instructed. He graduated his schools with great marks, but it never was exactly enough for his parents. It seemed they always wanted something more. In his higher education, he was frustrated at them - what more could they ask for? Lev proceeded through his schooling with near perfect marks and yet all they would do is shake their heads and say that he could have been more.

After his school career was over and he had graduated with a slew of awards and honors, all of which were accepted with a semi-tired expression, he was recruited as a scientist in the Russian army, experimenting with new varieties of chemical warfare. He and his peers did test after test, until they finally found a breakthrough in dark matter technology - they found it could be manipulated through use of the mind, almost like telekinesis. Eager to show his family that he was of some worth, he worked through the night to try and perfect the new weapon. Unfortunately, an electrical short occurred due to outdated equipment and Lev was trapped in a containment center with the matter.

Security Log 442: April 25th
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It's amazing...it pulses almost with the energy of a live person. It's like it IS alive, like it has a heartbeat...I need to do some more tests.

-a click is heard-

Hmm.

-another click is heard, and after this several frantic clicks are heard-

Is anyone out there? Is anyone...oh god, oh godohgod oh god...save me, save me dear god someone save me...

-shouts are heard, and then screams-

It's crawling into my chest, it's crawling into my chest, GET IT OUT, OH GOD SAVE M-

-the tape cuts off-

After a few hours of exposure, an x-ray showed that the matter had thoroughly consolidated itself into his chest cavity, and they had to find a way to keep it isolated. First, the scientists reasoned, we might as well do some experiments. For days Lev was kept in the surgical ward, not knowing the passage of time; each test just blurred into the next with a kind of tired acceptance. After they were satisfied with their results, he underwent a very delicate surgery, and awoke to find that they had sealed the matter into his chest using chemically-resistant glass, the same used in the containment chamber. He was given leave from the army and told to return to research in two months.

He spent a little time at his family's house, deserted now that his mother and his father had left Russia to try and find a better living situation. He wandered here and there, going from town to town, seeing what there was. He attempted to try and live a normal life, going to museums and restaurants every now and then. Yet the constant reminder was there, of the cruelty of life and his own frailty.

Often he would wake up at night, cold sweat glistening on his body - the nights were the worst. He relived that day over and over and over. He heard his own screams, and watched from an out-of-body perspective. There were days he thought of ending the pain, of taking it all away and drifting into a blissful silence.

But he never did.


After his two months, he never returned to the research labs. He never returned to the cold, sterile life of a scientist. He wouldn't make the same mistakes he had made before.

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Lev got off the train, looking around dejectedly. He rubbed the glass on his chest, feeling how cold it was; how unfamiliar, how unfriendly. He stared at each person that walked past, his eyes boring into their normalcy. How they went about their lives, not knowing what happened. He felt like shouting it out to the world, like ripping out his chest so they could see. Look at the goddamn freak, they would whisper to each other.

Look at the goddamn freak.



(i suck at biographies so leave me alone)

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LOL.

Well in the personality section, I think there's something missing from the second sentence. XD

But as for everything else, this is great work. But I think that the biography needs an explanation of how decided to go it alone and screw the research on him.

(That's all, I pwomise :3 )

fixed stuff and things

Kay, looks good.

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