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▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Name:[/b][/color] [i] Niko Wallace[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Age:[/b][/color] [i]19[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Gender:[/b][/color] [i]Female[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Likes:[/b][/color] [i]Playing Music. Shopping. Quiet Time. Cranberry Juice.[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Dislikes:[/b][/color] [i]Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Hot Weather.[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]Personality:[/b][/color] [i]Simple Minded. Kind. Bored Quickly. Patient. Soft Spoken. Virtuoso. Easily Manipulated.[/i]

▷ [color=ef2b59][b]History:[/b][/color] 

[i]Oh I can't stop it. 
No I can't control it. 
Can you feel it overloading?

Gripping the sheets that adorned her bed, a shrill gasp escaped her lips and her eyes opened wide in fear. Looking around her room her grip began to loosen and her breathing became less rapid.

It had only been a nightmare.

Niko belonged to a lower middle class family in the depths of the city. Both of her parents worked for a undisclosed (to her) company as telemarketers. You've probably talked to them before while ordering whatever it was they sold. Niko never bothered to ask what they did, and her parents really never bothered to tell. They just shoved money her way, and in turn she spent it.

That is how life was with Niko. She didn't ask too many questions, and you wouldn't find too many answers, unless you we're of some importance in her life.

Creating music and her love interest- Navarro were of some importance. 

In that exact order.

Creating music had been a source of joy for Niko ever since she was a small child. Her parents had downloaded tons of musical history within her chip, things that most people her age had never even heard of, and would honestly find quite odd. As she grew older, she took the knowledge she had acquired and in turn started to create her own music. She didn't share any of these creations with anyone until she had met Navarro.

"Navarro Ethan Santa Mariano Ationius Mercado Hawthorne THE THIRD" he had yelled over when they had first met and exchanged names in the corner of the loud dance club. His name was almost as long as the digits in his family's bank account, but none of that mattered to Niko. He had fallen in love with her the moment she had repeated his name back to him without missing a beat. She really enjoyed his company, and the fact that he really wanted to get into her brain and not just her pants.

Navarro had gotten into Niko's brain in more ways than one, he was the one who got her into the virus that was going around with people their age. She hadn't been the type of girl to do it on her own, but Navarro insisted she'd be okay- and that it'd be good for her to try new things sometimes.

So she did.

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