Niko

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Niko
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Girdinafta
  • Race: Russian American
  • Deity: Agnostic
  • Age: 37
  • Body Type: Large
  • Height: 6'3"
  • Weight: 230
  • Complexion: Pale
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Green
  • Handedness: Right Handed
  • Scars: A single tattoo of crossed sythes rested above his hip on his right side.

• Description

  “I was always different as a kid…I never understood why Batman didn’t just kill the bad guys. Why he let good people suffer for mere morals. To me it always made sense to kill them, because then if a man lets a killer go, that man takes on the sins that killer later commits. Just because he stops him now and again doesn’t make him a hero. He is just as bad if not worse… because unlike the villain he expects to be loved for it…..”

• Biography

  People never seem to realize but when you are slowly dying you have much more time to think about things. I still have yet to find I have had as much time to think then that day…I sat upon an old bench in this lovely little Manor…my hand barely keeping my liver inside me... and yet time seemed to slow. I ran over every detail my mind could. Perhaps I reached some kind of enlightenment, or perhaps my freshly destroyed organs were pumping poisons back into my blood. It took some time but I stopped feeling the pain and in the distance I saw a light. But it was coming to me, from it stepped the sweetest little thing I had ever seen. An ass you could bounce a silver dollar off of and a balcony worthy of Shakespeare. A shame she didn’t have a face…that was odd, but I would still give her a ride. Never been much into oral sex. Between each of the words she spoke into my mind, I thought of a thousand things. It was so hard to listen to her.
  She must have realized this… climbed right onto my lap and pressed down onto my gunshot wound. I so love a woman that likes it rough. She told me her name was…Morning Star…I told her she would look better if that name was on my bedroom floor. You try thinking of pick-up lines when you are holding back some favored organs with just your hand. She told me, she had a job offer, something permanent…I just laughed and told her I would do it. Next thing I knew she undid my shirt and unzipped my pants. Figures I would land a world class body in my bed and I would be too dead to enjoy it. Still not sure what happened next…all I remember was a flash of light…next thing I know I wake up naked in an alley. I was alive, wet, just glad my ass didn’t hurt…then I saw it. Where my wound was there rested a tattoo…a pair of crossed sickles done in black ink. Didn’t know what it meant then…till I got home.
  A bible lay on my door step, which was odd because I hate the religious claptrap, but something told me to pick it up. Seeing as how I had just died I figured getting a refresher course on the afterlife might be fun. Of course when I opened it I found the book was blank, only the first few pages had writing. That was the day that I found out why I was saved. It seemed that while the heavens looked at me as a killer, the hells looked at me as a hero. A long story short, I was given a deal…I get a month for every dark soul I send to my new boss. A shame, I might have read this stupid old book if they had told me Satan was such a hottie.