Ceki Nitka

(Seh-Key, knee-et-tea'ka)

In the shadows of Ul’dah, where wealth glitters and the streets bite back, Ceki Nitka has carved out her place with fists of steel and a heart of fire. A bold and unapologetic Miqo'te, Ceki refuses to blend into the background, wearing her purple hair and inked skin as banners of defiance. Fiercely loyal, unrelentingly tough, and driven by a dream to protect those like her, Ceki's story is one of grit, rebellion, and unyielding hope. With every punch, she fights for her freedom, and for a world where misfits like her can thrive.

Everything Else

RP Info

Name: Ceki Nitka
Race: Miqo'te (Keeper of the Moon)
Guardian: Nymeia, the Spinner
Date of Birth: 13th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon
Age: 23
Current Theme Song: POSTERGIRL
Sexuality: Lesbian
Pronouns: She/Her
Relationship Status: Taken
Free Company Affiliation: None
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Monk (with street-brawler inspirations)
Profession: Freelancer, Fighter, Bodyguard for females only, Adventurer, Asshole Bartender
Hobby: Learning to play as many instruments as possible. Music has always been a source of comfort and self-expression, a rare escape from the chaos of her life since music has never been against her.

SFW Backstory

Born in the sprawling undercity of Ul’dah, Ceki Nitka grew up under the shadow of glittering wealth and ruthless ambition. Her Keeper Miqo'te tribe had long abandoned the forests, trading tradition for the promise of prosperity in the city. Yet, prosperity proved elusive, and Ceki's family scraped by in the margins of society, learning to survive in a world that offered no kindness to the weak.From a young age, Ceki was a street-savvy tomboy, her demeanor a rebellion against the societal and familial expectations placed upon her. Navigating Ul’dah’s labyrinthine alleys, she quickly learned that survival depended on strength, wit, and a sharp sense of self. Her small stature often made her a target for those who mistook her size for weakness, a mistake they rarely made twice.Her love for fistfighting began in one of these encounters, when a gang of thieves tried to ambush her in a back alley. Though untrained, her raw ferocity and refusal to back down left the attackers bruised and humiliated. That moment was a turning point, and she embraced her fists as her weapons of choice. Over time, she refined her skills through countless scraps and underground fight clubs, where her reputation as a fierce and unrelenting brawler grew.

Her vibrant purple hair, streaked with lighter highlights, is more than just a stylistic choice, it’s a declaration of her individuality and defiance. She refused to fade into the shadows like so many others in her circumstances. Her tattoos, sprawling across her arms and legs in intricate designs and abstract tribal patterns, serve as a living chronicle of her struggles, triumphs, and the unbreakable spirit that carried her through the harshest times.Despite her rough edges, Ceki has a fiercely protective side, especially for the downtrodden and those she considers family. Her black leather jacket and pants, paired with a black lace bra, are her signature look, worn both as armor in battle and as a statement of her confidence. On quieter days, she favors street-style outfits that prioritize freedom and movement, blending function with her unmistakable flair.As a lesbian, Ceki has navigated her share of heartbreaks, her guarded nature making it difficult to trust fully. Her life on the streets taught her that love, like a dagger, could be both a weapon and a wound. Still, she holds onto hope that someone will see beyond her tough exterior to the woman beneath.Her life took a new turn when she encountered a wandering monk who saw potential in her raw talent. They introduced her to martial arts, teaching her discipline, precision, and focus. While she respects the philosophy behind their teachings, she keeps her fighting style rooted in the gritty pragmatism of her street origins. Her punches may have gained finesse, but her resolve remains unyielding.Now, Ceki works as a freelance fighter, bodyguard for women, and adventurer, taking on jobs that let her protect others while carving out her place in the world. Her dream is to create a haven for misfits like herself, those who refuse to conform, who wear their scars and ink as badges of honor, and who fight for their right to exist unapologetically.

She can tell her own story if you want her to.. (NSFW 8+ mins, yes, yes AI voice, shut-up)

The Arcadion

Ceki discovered the Arcadion during its peak, when it was the hottest entertainment venue in Solution Nine. Flashing lights, roaring crowds, fighters larger than life. Those same fighters standing unbroken under impossible weight, cutting through their opponents like death itself. It was staged, exaggerated, theatrical... and she bought it completely, it had its hooks in her. It looked cool, and she wanted in. She started training at Yaana's gym, soaking up every technique she could.The "Dark Knight" style she developed uses heavy weighted boots, industrial-grade greatswords. All tech. It's about presence, endurance, standing your ground and making every movement count.The "Reaper" style came later: modular scythes, precision strikes, sleek gear designed to look intimidating and move fast. Fear tech optics, voice mods, the whole package. It's theatrical, sure, but it works, and she got good at it.Machinist came naturally after that. No magic, no pretending. Just guns, gadgets, smoke, and recoil. It was the first style she picked up that didn’t require her to imitate something else. She customized everything herself, tearing weapons apart and rebuilding them to fit her body and her style. Scratched plating, tagged metal, exposed mechanisms. Her gear looks more like something born in back alleys and workshops than a sanctioned fighting style, and that’s exactly how she likes it.Everything she learned was built on tech, weight, and mechanics rather than magic, because that was all she had, and she refused to let that be a weakness

By the time she realized how much of the Arcadion was staged, she was already hooked. The training was real, the discipline was real, and the community at Yaana's gym felt like home. Ceki's always been a street fighter at heart, close quarters brawling, that's her bread and butter. But the Arcadion opened up something different. Ceki learned to fight like a Dark Knight by using reinforced armor, weighted frames, and shock dampeners that let her take hits that should have dropped her. She learned to fight like a Reaper through precision tools, retractable blades, and grim, theatrical weaponry designed to look like death because that was what the Arcadion sold. It gave her new ways to move, new challenges to master.None of it was Magic. None of it was a destiny. Just engineering, endurance, and a woman chasing a fantasy that told even her non-magic self could be reshaped into strength.Now, when Ceki watches Arcadion fights, she sees the truth behind them. The choreography. The illusion. The parts meant to make the crowd scream. And still, her pulse jumps when the lights flare and the chants rise. She’s addicted, but not blindly anymore. She’s part of the spectacle now, standing inside it instead of being swallowed whole.These days she switches between styles depending on the match or her mood. Monk when she wants to feel like herself, Machinist, Dark Tech Knight or Tech Reaper when she wants to put on a show. It's all part of the craft, and honestly? She enjoys every bit of it.