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FATHER: Aleksander Sokoll | Deceased.
MOTHER: Isadora Sokoll | Deceased.
BROTHER: Aleksander, II & Bogdan Sokoll | Deceased.
SISTER: Sabina & Milena Sokoll | 2/3 of the triplets, Vampires.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual by nature, homosexual by choice. Meaning he is attracted to both sexes, and can perform sexually with women, however he has always preferred men, even when human. Inversely, there exist two women who he is entirely comfortable being intimate with, however it is an intimacy tainted in so many ways.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None currently.

VAMPIRIC
Sire: Runa
siblings: Mikhail Romanov, Sabina & Milena Sokoll, four others.
childer: None.
child: Vanya Roman Sokoll | 16 years old, Nikita's 'son'.
slave: Clara
dark gift: Element Manipulation, water is his strongest element, particularly in the form of ice.

PERSONALITY
strengths: Determined, forceful, emotional, intuitive, powerful, passionate, magnetic, polite, analytically minded, vampiric strengths.
weaknesses: Jealous, resentful, obsessive, secretive, obstinate, quiet, reserved, withdrawn, mistrustful, pessimistic, cold, does not show much emotion, guarded, being touched by unwanted women, vampiric weaknesses.

One look at Nikita Sokoll and you see an Ice Queen. Blue-grey eyes that pierce you, made to seem that way from the hard lines of his face and the mostly unpleasant set to his full lips. A mask. A perfectly constructed mask, used for centuries and perfected. Cold and unapproachable, unpleasant even. He is a beauty best viewed from afar, or so that is the impression many get from him. Many, but not all. Thanks to the few who see the likes of him and want to toy with him the truth behind who Nikita truly is lays beneath many layers of walls, guarded and kept from sight.

The true Nikita is one that would shock many, because beneath it all, laying deep at his core, is a emotional and passionate creature. Yearning for love and acceptance, yearning for all that he had been denied his entire existence, except when in the arms of his beloved sisters.

Stern, determined and unforgiving, he is a harsh man with a strict view on life. Black is black, white is white, and grey does not exist. Humans are despicable, for the hell they can dish out upon their own flesh and blood, vampires less so for at least they stay ever true to their core nature and are forever monsters.

And there is his downfall. The jealousy and obsessiveness in which he loves. His heart, unlike his mind, does not see reason. Does not see futility for what it truly is. It brings him in an ever circling world of pain, as it usually means him standing by and watching one he can never truly have. One that can never be his own.

Then there is the fact that he sees nothing good in life. Only the bad. It is why he never fought to get away from the horrible things done to him, and why, always, it was others that saved him from himself, first from killing himself as a human, and from staying to take the punishment that would either end him or drive him past that brink he’s been teetering on into insanity, never to return.

And truly, insanity is much closer to this seemingly well put together and strong soul than many think. So haphazardly put together, so rigidly restrained within his own mind… As deep as he hides his fears and defects, they are there, and if pressed with any of them his shockingly fragile state of being will break down. And the most frightening part of this? His fears are buried so deep that he doesn’t even know what those triggers to break his mind would be.

But he knows what angers him. He knows them well. Sabina, Milena, Mikhail and Vanya. Those who are most precious to him.

BIOGRAPHY
It was amidst the radical reforms of the early 1700’s in Russia that Nikita and his triplet sisters, Sabina and Milena, were born. Born at a time when twins, let alone triplets, were a sure death sentence, their mother, Isadora, did not survive, leaving five children motherless and under the care of a man that was by no means good or kind.

Aleksander Sokoll was a hard man who worked with the not so pristine characters of Moscow. He was not formerly of any particular band, though, sticking to a ‘highest bidder’ code, doing anything from theft to assassination, all if the money was right. And in regard to his children? His two eldest were the ones he chose to follow him into work, working them on the streets at a young age. However, the three that were the end of the only women he had seen fit to love, well, their life was hell.

Used as nothing better than slaves once they survived to be old enough to walk, Nikita always thinner and more sickly than his sisters, there life was hard. Cooking, cleaning, al the chores were left to them, and they gained no sympathy from their two older brothers. It was all about survival, and the triplets had drawn short in their lot in there eyes. So they suffered beatings physically, and words that cut deep within them.

It was when the triplets began to mature that Aleksander saw another way to make use of his three youngest. When an old friend of high standing within the ‘underworld’ came to visit, he exclaimed over the beauty of Aleksander’s three daughters, and spoke of how very enticing the one called Nikita was. And when he learned Nikita was his son and not another daughter, it did not change the man’s attitude. “A boy? Well, with looks like that it wouldn’t matter. A hole is a hole, and his face is pretty enough to make any man’s sword stand at ready.”

Nikita wished desperately for his life as a slave to his father and brothers once the idea of prostitution came to his father’s mind. All three, even Sabina who looked so much like his dead wife with her flaming hair, were sold to the highest bidder. Over and over, to men and women alike. Cleaned and dressed if only to draw in higher bidders wanting a taste of gems among the slum. To Nikita, it was hell.

He was twelve when his virginity was taken. And each year that passed by being handled time after time by men wanting a boy dressed provocatively as a woman, and women wanting to dominate a girlish boy, he felt more and more of himself die. Try as they might, his sisters could not save him from the disappearance of smile, and the ending of laughter. The happy Russian boy with a hard life eroded away, leaving a cold, icy doll in his place.

He was twenty years old when he met Mikhail Romanov. Dressed as a beautiful woman and on the arm of a man, he was escorted to a party of a secret circle of people infatuated with the occult and secrets. A secret society… and they coveted beautiful people for their experiments. Sadly, he wasn’t the only one there, since the same man would not settle for one beauty, but instead brought along all three of the triplets for himself. It was while there, surrounded by the hypocrisy and the deception that he lost his will to live.

Slipping away from the mans side was far to easy, as he became distracted by a striking woman called only ‘Runa’. Dressed in white and the palest blue, he walked out into the cold night onto the balcony, high up and facing out over a cliff. He seemed to not feel the icy wind at all as he stood there in the dark, looking out over the sea bellow. Brought from Moscow to the countryside for this. And back home his father and brothers feasted like kings on the money they earned from selling his body, and his sisters.

He was about to crawl up onto the stone railing of the balcony when he hand closed around his upper arm like a vice, strength he had never seen before then used to pull him back from the encroaching danger and into the hard chest of a striking dark haired man. For the first time in years, while in that man’s arms and looking up into his eyes the ice within Nikita gave way just a bit, and instead of icy aloofness the pain and loneliness shown through. Without any words spoken between them, Nikita had caught the interest of Mikhail Romanov the Second, the never recorded son of the first Romanov Tsar.

Without any words spoken the unknown man pulled him from the balcony, an arm firmly at Nikita’s waist as he kept him close. Nikita would have said he did so to give Nikita warmth, except there was no warmth to be had from the body holding him. Through the castle they went, away from the festivities, on down until they were deep within the bowels of the castle, within what should have been the dungeons but instead were lavish, richly decorated rooms. Runa’s rooms, for herself and her then three childer, the unknown Mikhail included.

That was when Runa really made an impression on Nikita. There she stood dressed in a gown so dark a blue it was like the night sky above, studded with little sapphire stars. Regal and beautiful, but dangerously so. The danger came from the scene he walked in on. At her feet was the body of the man who had purchased himself and his sisters, his sisters which stood nearby and rushed to him once he was within the room.

“A truly beautiful sight,” came Runa’s heavily accented Russian as she spied the three siblings together. “From the moment I spied you three in Moscow I knew I had to have you.” Instinctively Nikita clutched onto the unknown man’s arm as his sisters crowded him, all eyes on the dark woman approaching. “The fiery Sabina,” she cooed, fingers brushing over his sister’s chin, which caused her to shiver, and then moved to Milena’s chin. “Strong and forceful Milena….” Then Nikita foun why both shivered at the woman’s touch. It was ice cold, like the wind outside, but Nikita did not shiver at the touch, he merely met her eyes head on, his icy mask back into place, the show of emotion Mikhail had been gifted with firmly hidden within the depths of his soul. “And the jewel of this frigidly cold, forsaken land, Nikita.”

The words she said next were the beginning of the end of Nikita’s human life. “I have decided to make the three of you my own. And once you awaken I will present the three of you with a special gift.” That night, three humans began the change into vampirism, embraced and left in agony, the only comfort in those long hours coming from Mikhail’s presence, the only one of Runa’s then current childer that was not a mindless, sadistic doll behind a beautiful mask.

Upon awaking, starving for something they could not comprehend, the surprise that Runa had for them awaited. Their first meal was to be the blood and lives of the three men that had condemned them to a life of hell on earth; their father and older brothers. The memory of their deaths is forever locked away within Nikita’s mind, as the blocking of that memory is what, he believes, keeps him holding on to the last shred of humanity he was left with from that life. It is what keeps him sane.

And so began Nikita’s new life with his sisters.

From the start Nikita did not like Runa. She was cruel and sadistic, concerned only with beauty and her own pleasure. She demanded much of her childer, and refused to release any of them from her side, particularly Mikhail, her secret prize. He was, after all, the son of a king.

It soon became one of Runa’s favorite pastimes to torment Nikita, to toy with him until the icy creature she sired gave way to displaying emotions. Over and over, bring about anger, pain and even the shattering effects of orgasm. She dominated Nikita over and over, and took pleasure in watching her other childer pleasure themselves with him. But her greatest joy came from making Nikita and his sisters perform sexual acts upon each other, as well as making them watch as she and Mikhail made love, for she was the only one who could, she would let no other touch her prized possession. Nikita soon came to know that his human prison had not been hell, for this was hell, an eternal hell.

The years passed, continuing on their slow progression, moving from Russia on more into Asia, taking on a Chinese man as a childe before moving further south, ending with a group of eight childer, the last addition being a large, strong, solid African male that made Runa’s eyes alight with desire. He was the only friend Nikita had amongst all the childer, for unlike Mikhail, he did not keep Nikita at a distance.

Mikhail… ever since that night when Mikhail pulled him from the balcony where he had planned to make the plunge to kill himself, Nikita has been in love with him. A silent desire for him, that was the main reason why Runa took pleasure in making Nikita watch Mikhail make love to her, to drive home that Mikhail would never be his. But still, like an obsession, Nikita continued to love the older Russian vampire, for despite his purposeful distance – not wanting to give Nikita false hope – he was kind. He was the one always there to save Nikita when his soul most needed saving from the brink of madness. It made his sisters more than once speak of escaping her, for they could see the never ending torture Nikita experienced in this love that would never be returned.

Then there came a point, after two hundred years with Runa, after developing a firm grasp on his gifts, that Nikita’s resolve broke. Words said purposefully to harm Nikita tore down the icy walls within him, and Nikita raged. The home they had made currently within France exploded in a encasement of ice as Nikita lost it. He escaped repercussions thanks to the quick thinking of his sisters, seizing upon them they fled into the night with Nikita, not wanting Runa to end up taking his life in punishment… or finally breaking his mind.

For a while Nikita was… lost. His memory was a haze, and the first solid memory he had was the moment he stepped from a ship onto the shores of a new place called America. A new world for them to make a new life upon. One that was established by now, but to the triplets… it was truly a new beginning. They could lose themselves in this country, and hopefully never see Runa again. And even though Nikita was pained at the loss of Mikhail, he did not leave his sisters. They were happy, and he was happy for them. For them, he’d stay.

It was just before the new millennia when Mikhail found them. They were in the wilds of Michigan, enjoying a short span of years of seclusion from the world, wanting to just be themselves. Nikita was healing, in their eyes. Reacting more, speaking more, and occasionally he would even smile. They were finally, after centuries, getting their brother back. Then Mikhail appeared in the yard of their home deep within the woods of Northern Michigan, somewhere in an area called Roscommon.

What transpired was a very emotional reunion. The girls screamed at him to go, to leave while Nikita stood speechless. They did not want him ruining all the healing Nikita had done away from Runa. But he was sent to bring them back to her side… Eventually, he broke down, honestly caring about Nikita and not really wanting to bring him back to Runa;s side, he said he would leave and pretend to not have found them. Only, when he said such Nikita was suddenly clinging to him, crying and begging him not to go, not to leave him. His obsessive love had never ended, it had only slumbered in the vampire’s absence from his life.

For a week Mikhail stayed with them, and a week of speaking ended with a compromise. Mikhail would give Nikita fifty years of his time, just the two of them with the understanding it would only be as brothers. There would be no other intimacy, but Nikita took it, since at least it would, for a time, only be the two of them. And then, at the end of fifty years, he and his sister would return, but would not promise they would stay. But, at least, they would see the vampire who had sired them again and hear what she had to say.

The day after the deal was struck Nikita’s time alone with Mikhail began. They left the girls behind, Nikita knowing they worried for him, but not being able to help himself. He just could not give him up. Something held this twisted bond strong.

It was during their travels, in the mountains of Tennessee, that they happened upon the boy. It was a battle between two packs, vying for control of a territory. They smelled the blood and went to see. And what they saw was the carnage. The pack with the original claim was killed, no one spared. Only… one little life, left to die. Born in the midst of the battle thanks to a stomach wound delivered upon the soon to deliver mother, a baby boy lay squalling in his almost dead mother’s arms. The woman managed to clutch onto Nikita, and likely taking him as a woman – since a stray comment from Mikhail centuries ago about how he thought feminine clothes suited him made him shed male clothing – and begged him. Begged him, despite having to have realized he was a vampire, to save her child who had been left to die from exposure.

Nikita would have left them to die. Nikita felt nothing at the sight of the child, nothing that he would acknowledge at least. But Mikhail stopped him. Stopped him and bade him to take the babe at the mother’s wish. Never knowing the reason why Mikhail told him to, he took the child and named him Vanya Roman Sokoll, Roman for Mikhail whom in his mind he saw as the boy’s father, even if he never said as much.

And two years later their lives were rocked. The meteors fell, and they took to ground, the entire time Nikita seeing how Mikhail was restless. Runa. He worried about Runa. And when things settled, two year old Vanya watched his ‘mother’ silently cry tears of blood as Mikhail left them behind to seek out the woman who turned the lives of everyone she touched into a hell like no other.

With no sign of Mikhail returning, and no sign of his sisters, Vanya became Nikita’s purpose to move on and live. He had promised Mikhail he would raise him… He would not fail Mikhail. Vanya was nine years old when they found and entered into Vegas, which was under the rule of vampires. And it was there, with a returning of civilization to some degree, that their lives would continue. Vanya becoming ever more the reason for Nikita to keep going. The one Nikita clung to in his own guarded way. He depended on the boy more and more as he got older, and worked at the Cattle Storage Facility to make sure he could continue on providing for the boy who soon matured and took his first steps as a wolf.

Seven years later, Nikita has finally advanced in life at Vegas, taking up the position as second to the head of the facility, Maiha, a vampire he respects. With a job and Vanya to occupy him, he is finally beginning to develop his own purpose in life, and the memories of the past come to the forefront less often. Maybe, one day, he could forget it all.