Post by Nyx Nequam on Jul 23, 2007 10:35:40 GMT -5
General information[/b]
Name: Nyx Nequam [ Nyx – White Haired / Nequam – Dishonest, lazy. ]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Claymore
Rank: 1
Symbol: The Vicious Circle
Occupation: Killing Yoma.
Birthday: 17th of July
Height: 5ft 8
Weight: 120lbs
Personality:
As her surname foretells, Nyx is an extremely lazy individual. Perhaps apathetic would be a better word for it. Either way, she finds everything to be a hassle and is often described as looking like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. In a sense, this is true. But she put that weight there herself, so she doesn't have much right to complain about it. Nyx is somewhat of an enigma, to herself as much as she is to others. She can only interact with certain types of people. Fundamentally, Nyx is a quiet person, usually thinking instead of talking. However when she does say something, it had better be listened to. She never repeats herself, if one doesn’t care to listen the first time round then she doesn’t care to even acknowledge them. People assume she is the shy type, this is however wrong. If she doesn’t talk to you at all, then you can be rest assured she doesn’t like you, or worse she has chosen to ignore your entire existence. Nyx is a very intense person when she has to be.
She is very observant, little gets past her piercing gaze and attitude. Nyx can appear blunt and at times cold but she doesn’t really care. She can be candid and direct when expressing her opinion, she will not hesitate to tell people what she thinks if asked, whether they like it or not. She is reserved into herself, and shows her feelings only at times of great anger, extreme passion, or tremendous stress. She is an introvert, and finds no need for expressing her emotions she sees it mostly as a waste of time. Naturally, she has a hard time relating to an extreme extrovert but it is common for her to be attracted to one. Opposites attract. She is typically attracted to strong and challenging people. Actually, Nyx has a hard time relating to just about anyone.
Many people do not understand her, it's hard for them to relate to her or know how she feels. So most don’t even bother, which suits her fine she enjoys her own company and prefers working alone. It cuts down on mistakes and or distractions. Her basic nature is to look out for herself first, however this takes a complete back seat if she cares about someone. Be they friend or something else she can be foolish with her own well-being and always put them first. Although she can and does feel emotions, perhaps as deeply as anyone, she just almost always harbours them inside. The first time someone angers Nyx; she probably will not say anything to that person at that time. However, she will mentally keep track of everything this person does wrong to her until she cannot hold her emotions inside any longer. Then; Boom! Nyx will cloud up and rain all over them. She won't impulsively tell someone off. Emotional stories will not sway Nyx. She thinks totally with judgment, first considering every situation by the effect it will have on her. Nyx needs space and time alone. She will be much more efficient if given a job alone, rather than being surrounded by people.
Nyx does have a feisty temper, even if it doesn’t show. For one thing you wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She uses it as a defence mechanism when she doesn’t understand how to handle a situation. She is extremely stubborn, to the point that she can fight with broken bones or even sever family ties with someone over a small argument. It is both a good thing and a bad thing. She has been told she has a ‘cruel’ streak to her personality. Her sense of humour is somewhat sadistic, as is her whole attitude. Which may be another reason why people choose not to say ‘good morning’ to her. Actually it seems to attract some people to want to know her. Which is weird nonetheless.
She is a very competent fighter, with swords and her body. She prefers hand-to-hand combat but is equally as skilled with ranged weapon. As a renowned Claymore warrior she has to be skilled in the arts of death. Body combat is her greatest strength; her inhuman stamina insures that she can fight for days on end. Be it with a man, woman, or beast she couldn’t care less. Be it a one on one battle or a large group of people against herself. She enters every battle with the intent to kill/win. Seeing as she is very resourceful she can make a simple twig into a lethal weapon. Usually using the territory around her to her advantage.
Weakness wise, she has a few. Like every great fighter has an Achilles heel. She would never admit to the fact that she well isn’t much of a swimmer, in fact she’s not sure if she can actually swim. Its been so long since she has ever been in water she cant stand up in, she may have forgotten how to. She tries her best to avoid having to.
She also has next to no ability to plan things out; she doesn’t waste her time and usually just does things off the handle. So sometimes she isn’t very prepared for the very worst. She just makes things up as she goes along, unless given other guidelines. Which she rarely listens to, usually discarding any advice given.
She is rather lucky; somehow on in a battlefield with flaming arrows raining down she remains untouched. She doesn’t look before she jumps; she always reaches the other side. She seems to avoid death whether she tries to or not. It seems the task of killing her is well and truly down to a fellow Claymore...that is, assuming the Yoki within doesn't get there first.
What Nyx likes mostly is a challenge, be it mentally or physically. She never turns them down, but has realized there are very few challenges around her. She completely hates sympathy; she hates receiving it hates seeing it and hardly ever gives it. As well as hating being patronised. She can’t stand boredom; in fact if she were ever to commit cold-blooded murder that wasn’t ordered or paid for it would be out of boredom.
Trickery, she is strangely adept at trickery. Manipulation is easily done. Perhaps because she can hide her emotions so well, there hasn’t been a soul alive able to tell a lie and truth apart when it comes from her lips. She is almost phantom like, people are unsure if they have seen her before or not. She easily blends into the background and goes unnoticed.
She has a great affinity for all things lethal, able to use swords professionally and with a unique style. Her learning ability is unrivalled, she can just watch a person do something then be able to mimic it and complete it perfectly well herself. Like horse riding, no one actually physically taught her how to do it, she watched others and was able to do everything and more she saw them do.
Her memory is perfect, she forgets absolutely nothing names and faces are never forgotten. Being observant she can even judge a persons weight and age from looking and watching them for a while.
Appearance:
Nyx is the perfect portrait of an angel...except she is far too flawed mentally, physically and internally to ever take such a prestigious title. Her skin tone is typically pale, though she is not void of all colour. Nyx has a very prominent pinkish hue to her cheeks, as if she has a permanent blush but it is simply what little remains of her families’ bloodline. It's a family trait, one of the very few she still has. The flash of colour contrasts beautifully with her otherwise porcelain visage. She has a mane of what can be described as platinum blonde, although it appears almost totally white in certain lighting, hair cut into choppy and feathery layers with a fringe that falls over her eyes. She is pretty, but not too pretty. Nyx has something of a cruel type of beauty, her cold eyes, shaped much like that of a wolf, often hold a somewhat mocking gaze.
Her characteristic silver painted eyes are rather enigmatic to look at, like most Claymore they are coloured in metallic shades of grey and silver though some blue remains to fleck the surface area, having not entirely being dominated by the evident silver of the iris. They are framed with think and long black eyelashes that further contribute to her cold gaze, in dim lights they seem to blank out her eyes completely and hide them in a cloak of shadow giving her an ominous presence. Her face is a simple oval in shape; all of her features are well balanced and perfectly symmetrical like the rest of her.
Nyx stands at a firm and not too shabby 5 ft and 8 inches in height giving her long and elegant [sometimes awkward] limbs. Her body structure is rather athletic. Hers however has a few differences, while retaining the perfect structure for a fighter she also has a pleasing and womanly hourglass shape. There is practically not a single inch of fat on her. She is in good physical shape, having every possible muscle on her body toned. Her favourite being her toned stomach or rock hard abs. She is careful that her muscles don’t show too much or she doesn’t overdo I as she utterly despises the body builder look on both a man and a woman. It basically disgusts her. So with that said she obviously doesn’t want that look for herself.
Her face structure is quite unique. High arched eyebrows highlight her enigmatic eyes and give off something of a 'snide-glare' look, even without her trying. She has well-sculptured cheekbones. But even with all her attributes the most obvious and memorable thing about Nyx Nequam, admittedly is, her trademark smug/menacing/devious smirk; it's something to look out for. Indeed her smile is one that screams 'I know something you don't know.' Sometimes that idea holds true and sometimes it doesn't but either way some people don't know how to react to such a smile. Should they be worried? Suspicious (more than likely)? Or warmed by it? Her lips aren’t overtly plump, but they aren’t thin either. Instead, they are a nice medium between the two extremes.
Nyx is dressed in the typical attire of a Claymore, albeit with slight differences. Her armour has a glistening golden lining, although it may look heavy it is infact extremely light weight, allowing for easy movement and quick reflexes as well as complex actions.
Powers
Powers:
Volo Ereptor [Speed Thief]
Nyx analyses the speed of her opponent and on the occasions in which they are faster than her then she automatically adjusts her body’s centre of gravity to increase her abilities. The speed of her movements increase tenfold making her even more able to dodge attacks with highly tuned evasive movements and making her strikes more rapid and relentless.
Nyx can move her sword as she wants, it can bend at her will to act almost like a whip if she needs it to do so. Similarly, she can control the flexibility of her armour and even extend parts of it as a defensive make-shift shield. Or, she can go in the other direction and extend numerous delicate blades from her armour as the source.
Her main power lies in her ability to exploit light and shadows.
Lux lucis Excipio [Light capture]
This is a very refined skill, which is best used in areas of light. As in either the sunlight or even strong moonlight, it can also work with simple streetlights but not on such a grand scale as it would with the sun. Nyx simply has to line the sharp edge of her Claymore in a thin overlay of her own cherry red blood which reflects shafts of light into the eyes of the opponent to momentarily blind or stun them. Then that single shaft of light will branch off into many more, these ones however are solid material and lethal to the touch. They can spear straight through a mass whatever its substance. It can be used for many different reasons, if you are as creative in battle as Nyx.
Vitiosus Orbis [Vicious Circle]
Allows the user to create a ‘platform’ of blackness/shadow below their feet to stand on. Whatever is underneath this platform will be sucked into it, very much like a black hole. Like the Light Capture technique, it can be used for many different things. It can be offensive and defensive, easily. If one knows how to use it correctly, as Nyx does. The user just ‘draws’ a circle in the air with their finger or sword and the black hole is generated. Whatever is on the opposite side of the circle is sucked into the void. The next time the void is created again, whatever was swallowed by it last will be coughed up again.
Umbra Amiculum [Shadow Cloak]
Used for stealth, the user can merge themselves with the shadows around them. No matter how large or small the actual shadow is they can cloak themselves within them completely. Becoming unseen to the human eye, little to nothing can see through the deception. Of course, if there are no shadows, there is nowhere to hide. Then again, where light is, shadow follows.
Novem Ago [Nine Lives]
This skill is something of a ticking bomb, the opponent has nine chances. If Nyx manages to land a strike, be it with her hand to hand combat skills or her sword skills, nine consectutive times then the opponent will become totally paralysed or killed, depending on the lethality of the wounds caused by Nyx.
Totus animadverto [All Seeing]
This skill is not used as a means of attack, or even defense. It takes a lot of concentration, it allows Nyx to briefly view what another sees. For instance, if there is an eagle in the sky, she can synchronise herself with the eagle and the end result would allow her to have a literal birds eye view of the area.
Nickname: Virgo of Bellum [Maiden of War]
Background
History:
Nyx was born in the quaint and tranquil Village by the coast to a hard working fisherman named Bombardier Nequam and a young maid named Adriana Desiree. It was a troublesome birth, in more ways than one. Firstly, Nyx was a child born out of wedlock and so the locals decided to have nothing to do with the birth whatsoever so this left a hapless Bombardier Nequam as the closest thing Adriana had to a ‘mid-wife’ considering her family had neglected her after finding out about her pregnancy. Things didn’t go well and the stress of a slow and torturous birth ended up taking its toll on Adriana and she died shortly after Nyx was brought kicking and screaming into the world, due to exhaustion and blood loss. In a sense, Nyx had claimed her first victim already it was a sign of things to come.
With the death of her mother, her somewhat distant father silently harboured a growing hatred for her. He came to blame Nyx for the death of Adriana and so his attitude towards her was almost always cold, cruel and at times abusive. As people began to notice he was rarely ever seen with child in hand some of the locals became concerned but pride stopped them from investigating any further. Adriana’s sister Eva was the only person in the entire village to decide that something had to be done. She began to assist Bombardier with looking after Nyx, but he would have none of it. He had completely abandoned Nyx since her first breath and Adriana’s last after tagging her as a murderer. He wanted nothing to do with her whatsoever and refused to even hold her or name her. Nyx was a nameless child for at least a week, in the end Nyx was named by her aunt.
Nyx was raised by Eva on the most part and came to regard her as most would regard their mother. She came to recognize her father, simply, as a man she lived with, a man that came and went as he wished and never once spoke to her. His feelings of hatred towards her remained controlled until she turned 8. After her 8th birthday, things became violent and Nyx would find herself hiding under her bed in the hopes that her drunkard of a father wouldn’t find her. Sometimes he passed out before managing to find her, he found her once or twice on his own but he usually coaxed her out of hiding by threatening to kill her cat. He was not in the least bit careful about the bruises being visible, at that time it was quite natural for a father to beat his children, albeit, as a form of discipline. Nyx was a shy and timid child so she would never complain and just put up with it thinking it was ‘normal’.
By the age of 12 she was doing as most of the village girl do, working down at the docks and slaving away without question. She was wise to the existence of Yoma but her village was largely ignorant to the happenings outside, most locals worried about just getting food on the table rather than the terrible beasts that surrounded them. Naturally, stories were told about the Yoma and Nyx came to suspect their actual existence since she had never once laid eyes on either the Yoma or the Claymore, at least not to her knowledge. She became curious and began asking a lot of questions and thus getting on a lot of people’s nerves. It was like a taboo in her village, something she wasn’t supposed to talk about especially at her tender age of 12 years. She made the mistake of asking her father on multiple occasions about the Yoma. In response, he punished her.
Bombardier took his daughter up into the Mountains where he left her to die. He told her that the Yoma would be coming for her before leaving her in the darkness, cold, beaten and very much alone. It was this event that changed Nyx forever, she knew that to survive she would have to become something of an animal herself. Her primal instincts took over. The beating from her father had left her with blood on her skin and she knew that the scent of blood would bring all kinds of beasts to her. It was a laborious struggle to survive through the night, the mountains were flooded with the howls of unknown beasts and she was almost spotted on more than one occasion. To survive, Nyx tried to find herself a form of shelter for the evening but doing so was extremely perilous she was far from the mountain paths that had been carved out for travellers and the slightest wrong movement would see her plummeting to her death and crushed between jagged rocks. Somehow, she got through the night.
When morning came she set out to get back to the path and back to her village. It was an overwhelming task for an exhausted and disorientated 12 year old. However, Nyx came up with an ingenious plan and began to follow the direction in which the gulls’ overhead would fly. She recognised them as the same birds she would see whilst down at the docks and figured the ones in the sky were headed the same way. Her hunch was correct and she was back in the village 3 days a later, clothes torn, hair matted with an unsavoury mixture of blood, dew, sweat and dirt. Dark bruises were visible all over her body and areas of dried blood caked her skin. Suffice to say, she looked like a complete mess when she stumbled into the village.
Luckily for her it was dark by the time she had arrived. The only people in the streets were the drunks and the sleepers so she went by unnoticed. After such an ordeal, most people wouldn’t dare to return to their home and neither would Nyx usually. Then again, her short time spent in the mountains had changed her completely so it was her first destination. It was on that fateful evening that Bombardier Nequam met his comeuppance and at the hands of his daughter no less. It was also the night that the whole of the Village was introduced to the destructive power of fire.
Nyx had crept silently into her home while her father was trapped in a drunken slumber in the kitchen. He was out for the count and didn’t even stir a muscle when his daughter pried his bottle of ale from his large, spade like hands. Nor did he give a mutter of complaint when she sprinkled a healthy dose of the alcohol over him and around the kitchen or even as she dribbled a trail of the liquid from the kitchen, through the hallway and out onto the front step. Nyx then barricaded the front door so they would be no chance of his escaping. Then, she simply smashed an oil lamp and watched as the fire took hold of her home while listening with a smile to the piercing screams of her burning father inside. Thus began Nyx love affair with fire and her greater love for revenge.
Years went by without much else happening, well nothing too dramatic anyway. Nyx was taken in by her aunt who fed her, clothed her and provided for her until Nyx turned 15, she was supposed to be able to look after herself by then. Nyx couldn’t see herself down at the docks or out on the water catching fish for the rest of her life, she was easily bored by such activities and craved for a life that was exciting. Her quaint little village didn’t have much to offer her at all. She actually began to beg for some sort of pirate raid, or even for some Yoma to come to the village and ravage the place. Anything to cause some drama, but nothing happened. Her main source of income came from selling her body to the sailors and locals that could afford her services.
Nyx became one of the ‘night time ladies’ who walked the pebbled streets at night and would make all your dreams come true if you paid the right price. It was easy money for her, for some of the girls she worked with it was the worst thing in the world to be doing. The title of sleeper was the most degrading thing to be called for them. Nyx, on the other hand, looked at it as just a job and like most jobs it was an obligation and had to be done. Or, she would starve. She didn’t complain like some of the other girls, nor did she give any reaction to being called a sleeper, she just did what she had to do to survive.
Then, it happened. Nyx was given the excitement she had craved for so long. Her village was attacked by the very Yoma she had heard stories of all those years ago. The entire village was brought to its knees in one evening, fires burned, mothers, fathers and children were slaughtered heartlessly as the village was ripped apart with relative ease. She only managed to avoid certain death by hijacking one of the small boats at the dock. Though she had no idea of how to sail, or row, she figured she would teach herself as she went.
Nyx was lost at sea for close to 2 days, without food, without water or shelter. She was on deaths door before a patrolling merchant ship picked her up. It was the first time Nyx had ever been on a ship, despite having lived in a fishing village for her entire life. She had heard it was dangerous, but she never really knew how dangerous it was until her first hand experience. The ship she was travelling on was over crowded. They came to shore with just about half the people that had boarded it still alive.
With no idea where she was or where she was going, Nyx found herself wandering around in the forest. It was there; she met a rather strange being. A woman with hair as white as snow, as if she were old but her perfectly young features defied that assumption. Her hair colour was similar to Nyx’s, but her eyes deadpan and cold. Not like the brilliant blue of Nyx. She came to know her as Zea, a Claymore like that of legends. But she was a weak claymore, injured from her spat with one of the pirates; unable to regenerate her right arm back in place no matter how hard she tried.
Unable to operate as she normally would, Zea began to entrust small tasks to Nyx. Nothing as drastic as taking out Yoma alone, but simple things like sealing business deals, small time ‘pest control’ etc. Until she was back in tip top condition. But that moment never came, her associate Arden Corinthius a man in black caught up to her before she was back on her feet. Nyx was too late to save Zea, not that she could. Instead, she caught the tail end of the Claymore’s murder and the face of her murderer. He didn’t run off, he didn’t attack her. Instead he got to question her. Who was she? What was she doing here? How did she know Zea?
At first, he had mistaken her for another Claymore, seeing only the near white hair and jumping to conclusions. Only after Nyx filled him in on what was going on did he become truly interested in her. He decided to make her his new associate. His new Claymore.
It was frightening how quickly she became accustomed to the lifestyle. Nyx lost what little she had left of her human self, her compassion, and her need for companionship. Everything vanished and she began to live for one thing only. Hunting and killing the Yoma for cash rewards. Nyx had something Zea was missing, blood lust. Sometimes, she acted like a robot; her prime goal in life was to kill the Yoma Arden told her to. She was destined for greater things, the higher ups came to realize she was way out of Ardens league, too powerful for him to control. So she was taken from him and entrusted into the care of another, a Man in Black she has yet to meet in person.
Other: I love you?
Name: Nyx Nequam [ Nyx – White Haired / Nequam – Dishonest, lazy. ]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Claymore
Rank: 1
Symbol: The Vicious Circle
Occupation: Killing Yoma.
Birthday: 17th of July
Height: 5ft 8
Weight: 120lbs
Personality:
As her surname foretells, Nyx is an extremely lazy individual. Perhaps apathetic would be a better word for it. Either way, she finds everything to be a hassle and is often described as looking like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. In a sense, this is true. But she put that weight there herself, so she doesn't have much right to complain about it. Nyx is somewhat of an enigma, to herself as much as she is to others. She can only interact with certain types of people. Fundamentally, Nyx is a quiet person, usually thinking instead of talking. However when she does say something, it had better be listened to. She never repeats herself, if one doesn’t care to listen the first time round then she doesn’t care to even acknowledge them. People assume she is the shy type, this is however wrong. If she doesn’t talk to you at all, then you can be rest assured she doesn’t like you, or worse she has chosen to ignore your entire existence. Nyx is a very intense person when she has to be.
She is very observant, little gets past her piercing gaze and attitude. Nyx can appear blunt and at times cold but she doesn’t really care. She can be candid and direct when expressing her opinion, she will not hesitate to tell people what she thinks if asked, whether they like it or not. She is reserved into herself, and shows her feelings only at times of great anger, extreme passion, or tremendous stress. She is an introvert, and finds no need for expressing her emotions she sees it mostly as a waste of time. Naturally, she has a hard time relating to an extreme extrovert but it is common for her to be attracted to one. Opposites attract. She is typically attracted to strong and challenging people. Actually, Nyx has a hard time relating to just about anyone.
Many people do not understand her, it's hard for them to relate to her or know how she feels. So most don’t even bother, which suits her fine she enjoys her own company and prefers working alone. It cuts down on mistakes and or distractions. Her basic nature is to look out for herself first, however this takes a complete back seat if she cares about someone. Be they friend or something else she can be foolish with her own well-being and always put them first. Although she can and does feel emotions, perhaps as deeply as anyone, she just almost always harbours them inside. The first time someone angers Nyx; she probably will not say anything to that person at that time. However, she will mentally keep track of everything this person does wrong to her until she cannot hold her emotions inside any longer. Then; Boom! Nyx will cloud up and rain all over them. She won't impulsively tell someone off. Emotional stories will not sway Nyx. She thinks totally with judgment, first considering every situation by the effect it will have on her. Nyx needs space and time alone. She will be much more efficient if given a job alone, rather than being surrounded by people.
Nyx does have a feisty temper, even if it doesn’t show. For one thing you wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She uses it as a defence mechanism when she doesn’t understand how to handle a situation. She is extremely stubborn, to the point that she can fight with broken bones or even sever family ties with someone over a small argument. It is both a good thing and a bad thing. She has been told she has a ‘cruel’ streak to her personality. Her sense of humour is somewhat sadistic, as is her whole attitude. Which may be another reason why people choose not to say ‘good morning’ to her. Actually it seems to attract some people to want to know her. Which is weird nonetheless.
She is a very competent fighter, with swords and her body. She prefers hand-to-hand combat but is equally as skilled with ranged weapon. As a renowned Claymore warrior she has to be skilled in the arts of death. Body combat is her greatest strength; her inhuman stamina insures that she can fight for days on end. Be it with a man, woman, or beast she couldn’t care less. Be it a one on one battle or a large group of people against herself. She enters every battle with the intent to kill/win. Seeing as she is very resourceful she can make a simple twig into a lethal weapon. Usually using the territory around her to her advantage.
Weakness wise, she has a few. Like every great fighter has an Achilles heel. She would never admit to the fact that she well isn’t much of a swimmer, in fact she’s not sure if she can actually swim. Its been so long since she has ever been in water she cant stand up in, she may have forgotten how to. She tries her best to avoid having to.
She also has next to no ability to plan things out; she doesn’t waste her time and usually just does things off the handle. So sometimes she isn’t very prepared for the very worst. She just makes things up as she goes along, unless given other guidelines. Which she rarely listens to, usually discarding any advice given.
She is rather lucky; somehow on in a battlefield with flaming arrows raining down she remains untouched. She doesn’t look before she jumps; she always reaches the other side. She seems to avoid death whether she tries to or not. It seems the task of killing her is well and truly down to a fellow Claymore...that is, assuming the Yoki within doesn't get there first.
What Nyx likes mostly is a challenge, be it mentally or physically. She never turns them down, but has realized there are very few challenges around her. She completely hates sympathy; she hates receiving it hates seeing it and hardly ever gives it. As well as hating being patronised. She can’t stand boredom; in fact if she were ever to commit cold-blooded murder that wasn’t ordered or paid for it would be out of boredom.
Trickery, she is strangely adept at trickery. Manipulation is easily done. Perhaps because she can hide her emotions so well, there hasn’t been a soul alive able to tell a lie and truth apart when it comes from her lips. She is almost phantom like, people are unsure if they have seen her before or not. She easily blends into the background and goes unnoticed.
She has a great affinity for all things lethal, able to use swords professionally and with a unique style. Her learning ability is unrivalled, she can just watch a person do something then be able to mimic it and complete it perfectly well herself. Like horse riding, no one actually physically taught her how to do it, she watched others and was able to do everything and more she saw them do.
Her memory is perfect, she forgets absolutely nothing names and faces are never forgotten. Being observant she can even judge a persons weight and age from looking and watching them for a while.
Appearance:
Nyx is the perfect portrait of an angel...except she is far too flawed mentally, physically and internally to ever take such a prestigious title. Her skin tone is typically pale, though she is not void of all colour. Nyx has a very prominent pinkish hue to her cheeks, as if she has a permanent blush but it is simply what little remains of her families’ bloodline. It's a family trait, one of the very few she still has. The flash of colour contrasts beautifully with her otherwise porcelain visage. She has a mane of what can be described as platinum blonde, although it appears almost totally white in certain lighting, hair cut into choppy and feathery layers with a fringe that falls over her eyes. She is pretty, but not too pretty. Nyx has something of a cruel type of beauty, her cold eyes, shaped much like that of a wolf, often hold a somewhat mocking gaze.
Her characteristic silver painted eyes are rather enigmatic to look at, like most Claymore they are coloured in metallic shades of grey and silver though some blue remains to fleck the surface area, having not entirely being dominated by the evident silver of the iris. They are framed with think and long black eyelashes that further contribute to her cold gaze, in dim lights they seem to blank out her eyes completely and hide them in a cloak of shadow giving her an ominous presence. Her face is a simple oval in shape; all of her features are well balanced and perfectly symmetrical like the rest of her.
Nyx stands at a firm and not too shabby 5 ft and 8 inches in height giving her long and elegant [sometimes awkward] limbs. Her body structure is rather athletic. Hers however has a few differences, while retaining the perfect structure for a fighter she also has a pleasing and womanly hourglass shape. There is practically not a single inch of fat on her. She is in good physical shape, having every possible muscle on her body toned. Her favourite being her toned stomach or rock hard abs. She is careful that her muscles don’t show too much or she doesn’t overdo I as she utterly despises the body builder look on both a man and a woman. It basically disgusts her. So with that said she obviously doesn’t want that look for herself.
Her face structure is quite unique. High arched eyebrows highlight her enigmatic eyes and give off something of a 'snide-glare' look, even without her trying. She has well-sculptured cheekbones. But even with all her attributes the most obvious and memorable thing about Nyx Nequam, admittedly is, her trademark smug/menacing/devious smirk; it's something to look out for. Indeed her smile is one that screams 'I know something you don't know.' Sometimes that idea holds true and sometimes it doesn't but either way some people don't know how to react to such a smile. Should they be worried? Suspicious (more than likely)? Or warmed by it? Her lips aren’t overtly plump, but they aren’t thin either. Instead, they are a nice medium between the two extremes.
Nyx is dressed in the typical attire of a Claymore, albeit with slight differences. Her armour has a glistening golden lining, although it may look heavy it is infact extremely light weight, allowing for easy movement and quick reflexes as well as complex actions.
Powers
Powers:
Volo Ereptor [Speed Thief]
Nyx analyses the speed of her opponent and on the occasions in which they are faster than her then she automatically adjusts her body’s centre of gravity to increase her abilities. The speed of her movements increase tenfold making her even more able to dodge attacks with highly tuned evasive movements and making her strikes more rapid and relentless.
Nyx can move her sword as she wants, it can bend at her will to act almost like a whip if she needs it to do so. Similarly, she can control the flexibility of her armour and even extend parts of it as a defensive make-shift shield. Or, she can go in the other direction and extend numerous delicate blades from her armour as the source.
Her main power lies in her ability to exploit light and shadows.
Lux lucis Excipio [Light capture]
This is a very refined skill, which is best used in areas of light. As in either the sunlight or even strong moonlight, it can also work with simple streetlights but not on such a grand scale as it would with the sun. Nyx simply has to line the sharp edge of her Claymore in a thin overlay of her own cherry red blood which reflects shafts of light into the eyes of the opponent to momentarily blind or stun them. Then that single shaft of light will branch off into many more, these ones however are solid material and lethal to the touch. They can spear straight through a mass whatever its substance. It can be used for many different reasons, if you are as creative in battle as Nyx.
Vitiosus Orbis [Vicious Circle]
Allows the user to create a ‘platform’ of blackness/shadow below their feet to stand on. Whatever is underneath this platform will be sucked into it, very much like a black hole. Like the Light Capture technique, it can be used for many different things. It can be offensive and defensive, easily. If one knows how to use it correctly, as Nyx does. The user just ‘draws’ a circle in the air with their finger or sword and the black hole is generated. Whatever is on the opposite side of the circle is sucked into the void. The next time the void is created again, whatever was swallowed by it last will be coughed up again.
Umbra Amiculum [Shadow Cloak]
Used for stealth, the user can merge themselves with the shadows around them. No matter how large or small the actual shadow is they can cloak themselves within them completely. Becoming unseen to the human eye, little to nothing can see through the deception. Of course, if there are no shadows, there is nowhere to hide. Then again, where light is, shadow follows.
Novem Ago [Nine Lives]
This skill is something of a ticking bomb, the opponent has nine chances. If Nyx manages to land a strike, be it with her hand to hand combat skills or her sword skills, nine consectutive times then the opponent will become totally paralysed or killed, depending on the lethality of the wounds caused by Nyx.
Totus animadverto [All Seeing]
This skill is not used as a means of attack, or even defense. It takes a lot of concentration, it allows Nyx to briefly view what another sees. For instance, if there is an eagle in the sky, she can synchronise herself with the eagle and the end result would allow her to have a literal birds eye view of the area.
Nickname: Virgo of Bellum [Maiden of War]
Background
History:
Nyx was born in the quaint and tranquil Village by the coast to a hard working fisherman named Bombardier Nequam and a young maid named Adriana Desiree. It was a troublesome birth, in more ways than one. Firstly, Nyx was a child born out of wedlock and so the locals decided to have nothing to do with the birth whatsoever so this left a hapless Bombardier Nequam as the closest thing Adriana had to a ‘mid-wife’ considering her family had neglected her after finding out about her pregnancy. Things didn’t go well and the stress of a slow and torturous birth ended up taking its toll on Adriana and she died shortly after Nyx was brought kicking and screaming into the world, due to exhaustion and blood loss. In a sense, Nyx had claimed her first victim already it was a sign of things to come.
With the death of her mother, her somewhat distant father silently harboured a growing hatred for her. He came to blame Nyx for the death of Adriana and so his attitude towards her was almost always cold, cruel and at times abusive. As people began to notice he was rarely ever seen with child in hand some of the locals became concerned but pride stopped them from investigating any further. Adriana’s sister Eva was the only person in the entire village to decide that something had to be done. She began to assist Bombardier with looking after Nyx, but he would have none of it. He had completely abandoned Nyx since her first breath and Adriana’s last after tagging her as a murderer. He wanted nothing to do with her whatsoever and refused to even hold her or name her. Nyx was a nameless child for at least a week, in the end Nyx was named by her aunt.
Nyx was raised by Eva on the most part and came to regard her as most would regard their mother. She came to recognize her father, simply, as a man she lived with, a man that came and went as he wished and never once spoke to her. His feelings of hatred towards her remained controlled until she turned 8. After her 8th birthday, things became violent and Nyx would find herself hiding under her bed in the hopes that her drunkard of a father wouldn’t find her. Sometimes he passed out before managing to find her, he found her once or twice on his own but he usually coaxed her out of hiding by threatening to kill her cat. He was not in the least bit careful about the bruises being visible, at that time it was quite natural for a father to beat his children, albeit, as a form of discipline. Nyx was a shy and timid child so she would never complain and just put up with it thinking it was ‘normal’.
By the age of 12 she was doing as most of the village girl do, working down at the docks and slaving away without question. She was wise to the existence of Yoma but her village was largely ignorant to the happenings outside, most locals worried about just getting food on the table rather than the terrible beasts that surrounded them. Naturally, stories were told about the Yoma and Nyx came to suspect their actual existence since she had never once laid eyes on either the Yoma or the Claymore, at least not to her knowledge. She became curious and began asking a lot of questions and thus getting on a lot of people’s nerves. It was like a taboo in her village, something she wasn’t supposed to talk about especially at her tender age of 12 years. She made the mistake of asking her father on multiple occasions about the Yoma. In response, he punished her.
Bombardier took his daughter up into the Mountains where he left her to die. He told her that the Yoma would be coming for her before leaving her in the darkness, cold, beaten and very much alone. It was this event that changed Nyx forever, she knew that to survive she would have to become something of an animal herself. Her primal instincts took over. The beating from her father had left her with blood on her skin and she knew that the scent of blood would bring all kinds of beasts to her. It was a laborious struggle to survive through the night, the mountains were flooded with the howls of unknown beasts and she was almost spotted on more than one occasion. To survive, Nyx tried to find herself a form of shelter for the evening but doing so was extremely perilous she was far from the mountain paths that had been carved out for travellers and the slightest wrong movement would see her plummeting to her death and crushed between jagged rocks. Somehow, she got through the night.
When morning came she set out to get back to the path and back to her village. It was an overwhelming task for an exhausted and disorientated 12 year old. However, Nyx came up with an ingenious plan and began to follow the direction in which the gulls’ overhead would fly. She recognised them as the same birds she would see whilst down at the docks and figured the ones in the sky were headed the same way. Her hunch was correct and she was back in the village 3 days a later, clothes torn, hair matted with an unsavoury mixture of blood, dew, sweat and dirt. Dark bruises were visible all over her body and areas of dried blood caked her skin. Suffice to say, she looked like a complete mess when she stumbled into the village.
Luckily for her it was dark by the time she had arrived. The only people in the streets were the drunks and the sleepers so she went by unnoticed. After such an ordeal, most people wouldn’t dare to return to their home and neither would Nyx usually. Then again, her short time spent in the mountains had changed her completely so it was her first destination. It was on that fateful evening that Bombardier Nequam met his comeuppance and at the hands of his daughter no less. It was also the night that the whole of the Village was introduced to the destructive power of fire.
Nyx had crept silently into her home while her father was trapped in a drunken slumber in the kitchen. He was out for the count and didn’t even stir a muscle when his daughter pried his bottle of ale from his large, spade like hands. Nor did he give a mutter of complaint when she sprinkled a healthy dose of the alcohol over him and around the kitchen or even as she dribbled a trail of the liquid from the kitchen, through the hallway and out onto the front step. Nyx then barricaded the front door so they would be no chance of his escaping. Then, she simply smashed an oil lamp and watched as the fire took hold of her home while listening with a smile to the piercing screams of her burning father inside. Thus began Nyx love affair with fire and her greater love for revenge.
Years went by without much else happening, well nothing too dramatic anyway. Nyx was taken in by her aunt who fed her, clothed her and provided for her until Nyx turned 15, she was supposed to be able to look after herself by then. Nyx couldn’t see herself down at the docks or out on the water catching fish for the rest of her life, she was easily bored by such activities and craved for a life that was exciting. Her quaint little village didn’t have much to offer her at all. She actually began to beg for some sort of pirate raid, or even for some Yoma to come to the village and ravage the place. Anything to cause some drama, but nothing happened. Her main source of income came from selling her body to the sailors and locals that could afford her services.
Nyx became one of the ‘night time ladies’ who walked the pebbled streets at night and would make all your dreams come true if you paid the right price. It was easy money for her, for some of the girls she worked with it was the worst thing in the world to be doing. The title of sleeper was the most degrading thing to be called for them. Nyx, on the other hand, looked at it as just a job and like most jobs it was an obligation and had to be done. Or, she would starve. She didn’t complain like some of the other girls, nor did she give any reaction to being called a sleeper, she just did what she had to do to survive.
Then, it happened. Nyx was given the excitement she had craved for so long. Her village was attacked by the very Yoma she had heard stories of all those years ago. The entire village was brought to its knees in one evening, fires burned, mothers, fathers and children were slaughtered heartlessly as the village was ripped apart with relative ease. She only managed to avoid certain death by hijacking one of the small boats at the dock. Though she had no idea of how to sail, or row, she figured she would teach herself as she went.
Nyx was lost at sea for close to 2 days, without food, without water or shelter. She was on deaths door before a patrolling merchant ship picked her up. It was the first time Nyx had ever been on a ship, despite having lived in a fishing village for her entire life. She had heard it was dangerous, but she never really knew how dangerous it was until her first hand experience. The ship she was travelling on was over crowded. They came to shore with just about half the people that had boarded it still alive.
With no idea where she was or where she was going, Nyx found herself wandering around in the forest. It was there; she met a rather strange being. A woman with hair as white as snow, as if she were old but her perfectly young features defied that assumption. Her hair colour was similar to Nyx’s, but her eyes deadpan and cold. Not like the brilliant blue of Nyx. She came to know her as Zea, a Claymore like that of legends. But she was a weak claymore, injured from her spat with one of the pirates; unable to regenerate her right arm back in place no matter how hard she tried.
Unable to operate as she normally would, Zea began to entrust small tasks to Nyx. Nothing as drastic as taking out Yoma alone, but simple things like sealing business deals, small time ‘pest control’ etc. Until she was back in tip top condition. But that moment never came, her associate Arden Corinthius a man in black caught up to her before she was back on her feet. Nyx was too late to save Zea, not that she could. Instead, she caught the tail end of the Claymore’s murder and the face of her murderer. He didn’t run off, he didn’t attack her. Instead he got to question her. Who was she? What was she doing here? How did she know Zea?
At first, he had mistaken her for another Claymore, seeing only the near white hair and jumping to conclusions. Only after Nyx filled him in on what was going on did he become truly interested in her. He decided to make her his new associate. His new Claymore.
It was frightening how quickly she became accustomed to the lifestyle. Nyx lost what little she had left of her human self, her compassion, and her need for companionship. Everything vanished and she began to live for one thing only. Hunting and killing the Yoma for cash rewards. Nyx had something Zea was missing, blood lust. Sometimes, she acted like a robot; her prime goal in life was to kill the Yoma Arden told her to. She was destined for greater things, the higher ups came to realize she was way out of Ardens league, too powerful for him to control. So she was taken from him and entrusted into the care of another, a Man in Black she has yet to meet in person.
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