SYX, nikki

[meev]

HELLO MY NAME IS NIKKI SYX AND I AM TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD. I'M A INCUBUS AND RANK AS NO RANK?? AND I WAS BORN ON OCTOBER 31ST, 1987 IN SOUTH KOREA. MY NATIONALITY IS KOREAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE KIM JAEJOONG. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM A CYNIC, A SEXY BTARD, COLD-HEARTED, MANWHORE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY MEEVIT.

CODEWORD: ivory

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

The harsh beat of the music, the steady thrum of the bass pounding into her chest like a second heartbeat. The subtle touch, the smooth slide of skin against skin. The atmosphere in the club this night was as dark and thick as ever. Sin as black as coffee, as bittersweet as the darkest of chocolates. The dance floor was filled not only with the bodies that littered it, moving in synchronization, pressing against one another, but the air hung heavy with each of their darkest desires. But perhaps the darkest group of them all had just glided in from the entrance. Dressed in leather and lace, in ripped denim and carrying their own brand of battle wounds and catcalls, they overtook the club like a dark cloud overshadowing the lesser of the devilish. Or so they liked to believe.

The group thought themselves superior, thought they were the devils in the crowd, living on the danger metal beasts and fast cars. They lived for adrenaline and illicit behavior, anything to make the more tame's skin crawl. Those with lesser stomach to flee. The group consisted mostly of males, fresh off the roads from an illegal race sponsored by Monroe Industries, but surprisingly their leader was a female. She was the leather and lace leading the riot, the real devil perhaps hidden behind an angel-sweet face. Except that there was nothing sweet about this girl, nothing to disguise the evil, the fiendish and sinful qualities that she held quite close. It wrapped around her like a cloak, directing the others who accompanied her into submission. This spot had not come with ease, did not come naturally for her. She'd earned every little scar, every ounce of command she had over them, and she'd cheated at every turn. This little girly was not opposed to such a challenge and using any underhanded means that she could think of.

The evil part? Perhaps it was environmental conditioning, or maybe she'd just been born a bad seed. A devil incarnate, indeed.

As the group took over the dance floor, exultations of victory and excitement ringing out over the dark and steady beats of the sound system she chose to stay closer to the edge. She let herself back into the darker corners, where the bodies began to twine together, where the shadows hid the real excitement that tended to take place in a club such as this. Whether it be lust or violence, the shadows hid it well and for Heiko, our little Hel, a devil's advocate, it was something she enjoyed to observe, or partake in the shadow's hidden activities. This was where the real party was, the fun to be had.

With her dark eyes resting on a particular scene, this one more of violence than any other form of drunken debauchery, she could feel the adrenaline from the night beginning to fade. Could feel the edges of the thrill blur and creep away. This girl was all about the excitement, the nightlife and lack of sleep. Now that the race was over, the silent rush of victory from her team's win was beginning to leave her. As the shadows crossed over the curves of her face, the smirk that had graced her expression at her entrance twisted and faded. Boredom overtook her.

What she needed now? An excitement. A shiny new toy to play with and eventually toss into her neverending pile of metaphorical junk. This girl could never stand to be alone for long, to be left to her own devices. Not unless a bulding lighting up the sky with flames is desireable. Not unless one wanted their night to cave in around them in chaos. Hel had to keep entertained somehow and this club, with the many enjoying the debauchery or the few hidden off in the shadows as well, would provide her some sort of thrill one way or another.

The trick was to find herself a victim new toy, something to keep her from acting out in a destructive way. Better on merely a person than on an entire building, right?

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