NYX

[nyx]

NYX
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

GIVING IT ALL IN A MOMENT FOR YOU

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME it's all very simple really. this gal goes by one syllable and one syllable only: nyx. pronounced the way one might guess [nix] i told you it was very simple. having no mother or father automatically eliminated the possibility of having a surname, and unlike human beings, she did not receive a middle name either. she was simply christened by her clan, as all in her clan were, with an identification that originated from where she, herself, originated. in her case, this was the night, nyx originating from the ancient greek word for night.

NICKNAMES nyx has always only ever gone by the one syllable she has for a name. the name is easy, and short enough as it stands, so there really isn't any need for a shorter, or easier one, and quite honestly, how are you going to shorten 'nyx?' if you can find a more strait forward way to say it, be my guest. that is to say, she's open to nicknames, she would never turn one down, but there's yet to be someone to come up with a reasonable, and good sounding one.

AGE generally, nyx's kind are portrayed as young, no matter their age. generally they live long, full, lives as youthful young women, they're appearances never usually aging passed mid to late twenties. this, however, is not the case with nyx. not all of her kind are from the ancient times, and she is just one of many to come to creation only recently. that is to say, that she looks quite the twenty years that she's existed, and has yet to surpass her appearance, as she surely will do in the future.

GENDER this is pretty strait forward. all of her kind have been portrayed, for many centuries now, as women. young, women, and so continues to be the case. because of this, of course nyx is female, and there is no mistaking it either. as all others in her race she has very feminine features, and carries herself in a most feminine manner. when you see her, or others like her, there is never any mistaking for what they are.

SEXUALITY being the strait forward type of gal that she is, nyx is, quite plainly, strait. it's the way her race has been created for thousands of years, with a talent for seducing men, and doomed to serve them. whether or not this is a good thing is, like most other things, quite questionable. and so far, it hasn't done nyx, herself, any good.

STATUS yes, nyx is as single as ever. she really has no one, just as she's never had before, but this hardly bothers her. though she won't be twenty forever, her body will not age quite as much. she knows she has a long life ahead of her, probably hundreds of years to go, which gives her plenty of time to find someone. or, perhaps, several someones. due to her current situation, however, it does not look like anyone will be coming along soon. not within the next nine months, anyways.

RACE have you guessed yet? nyx is a nymph. a newer one, and more modern than some others in her race, but a nymph none the less, cursed with beauty, timeless looks, and good sex. these traits have so far only brought her bad fortune, and due to the nymph's long lifespan it is hard to picture a whole century, or more, continuing this way. but alas, she has no choice.

OCCUPATION OR GRADE nyx trades her services at half blood hill for food, and board, and a little bit of safety. she's been finding it increasingly more uncomfortable to sleep among nature, as she once did, and has found both a comfortable and safe place right in a bed in the staff's quarters at camp half blood. to make up for all of this she teaches language classes to the godlings, and does certain other little odd jobs around the place.

SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES nymphs, much like satyrs, have some small abilities of magic that center around nature. nyx, having been born from the night, has the ability to control, conjure, and use to her advantage, light, or darkness. she can also, like most nymphs, manipulate the smaller parts of nature and has has a particular talent for seduction. her powers aren't great, like a god's, but are enough to prove more convenient than being simply, human.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR like the night from where she came from, her hair is a deep, deep, black. like the darkest midnight. it is also, like many of those in her race, long and a little wavy. it flows quite a ways passed her shoulders, except for the bangs that hang just over her eyes. despite this wonderful hair that she has, she tends, especially now, to keep it up, rather than letting it just hang. this is unusual for a nymph, but this is the beginning of her domesticating herself. perhaps, she'll finally be able to leave her previously unaccounted for life all behind.

EYES despite her efforts to be more controlled, there is still something wild that lurks within her. and the only place it lurks, is in her eyes. big, wide, round things, with curious brown irises, these eyes have a personality of their own. they take the life around them in, and release it in ways that only nyx looks at things. above these eyes are neatly curved eyebrows, that tend to be quite expressive, and definitely make up for the short, stocky eyelashes that try and decorate her light little lids.

SCARS unlike most mothers, mothers to be, mothers that have been, nyx has only one mark on her belly. her skin, by all means, is great, though pale, and it does not mark easily, so stretch marks were something that nyx never had to worry about. what does worry her, is the hand print the father of her unborn child made when claiming the soul of being inside her. the aesthetics of it all is of hardly any concern, but the meaning of this scar could amount to be much, much, more. other than that, her skin is practically flawless.

TATTOOS nyx would never purposely alter her appearance, but her clan did brandish her, only once. to identify her as part of their group other nymphs tattooed her with a sort of ancient, magical ink, a pattern of swirls that starts all the way from the tip of her middle finger on her left hand, to the top of her left shoulder. the tattoo is not like most common ones, of dark ink, that would surely stand out on nyx's pale skin. it is only just a shade darker than her actual skin, and can only be viewed when looking very close, or in the darkness, when the tattoo itself, turns a dark shade of black.

PIERCINGS as mentioned earlier, nyx would never purposely alter her appearance. this includes putting holes in her body to make room for 'piercings.' therefor, she has none, and does not plan on getting any any time soon.

PLAY-BY hannah karina

APPEARANCE nymphs are typically known for their beauty. but really, nyx is nothing special. sure, she's got the wide eyes, the moonlight pale skin, and long flowing hair, but really she's got nothing that others of her kind don't have. to man, she may look like the most beautiful thing on the planet, but when compared to others in her race, she is only ordinary, which is something that she actually enjoys. nyx tries to keep it quite plane. she doesn't wear makeup, or try to enhance the way she looks, she doesn't think the effort is worth it, and in all honesty she doesn't need it. she is nice looking enough, slender, and carries herself well. and that is all she needs. nothing about her really stands out more than any other pretty gurl, besides, perhaps, the growing bump in her stomach.

WARDROBE like many nymphs in these modern times, nyx has adopted regular clothing. those who still dwell within their natural homes generally only wear handmade materials that flow long, with flowers in their hair. but since nyx is trying to be a part of the better world, she has taken up a much more recognizable style. again, much like her appearance, she wears very plain clothes. she is monochromatic, so everything she wears matches, and never usually has a pattern. most of the time it's quite formal as well, generally adorning dresses with collars, and pants with pleats. however, she's beginning to find that regular clothes are ceasing to fit, and is forced to turn to maternity clothing. still, however, she tries to keep it as strait as possible.

DON'T JUDGE ME
AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU

LIKES

• something that is incredibly important to nyx, something that's on the top of her list, is knowing. she likes to be informed, know what's going on. it makes her feel comfortable. the more she knows, the easier it is for her to make her moves, plan things out.
  
• which leads me to the next thing on the list, which is that nyx likes to have order. once she gathers all the knowledge she can, she then proceeds to put all that information in an order that she can base her decisions on. she always plans based on what she knows, and can't go into anything she's completely clueless about.
  
• having said that, nyx also enjoys the effort it takes to gain knowledge. she's reasonably intelligent, but especially likes the work she has to go through to be more than just reasonably. she enjoys reading, and writing, analyzing, and thinking. to discover something new is a daring adventure for her, and every new piece of knowledge is like a drug high.
  
• so, as you can tell, adrenalin isn't exactly something that nyx really goes for. in fact, she prefers the calm. she prefers it when everything is moving at an acceptable pace that gives her enough time in between to analyze everything that's going on. she's been in hasty situations before, and has felt the panic that came with them, and has decided she much prefers not to feel that panic. which is why she's stationed herself in a cabin on half blood hill, to get away from the panics of her previous life.
  
• all of the above give nyx incredible comfort and an overwhelming sense of security. one of the other top five things that nyx likes is that sense of security. and she does all of the above to secure that security, to ensure that it will still be there in the morning when she wakes up, because she will always wake up, because she is secure. she doesn't get excited over danger, or potential life threatening encounters. she values her safety, and knowing it exists.

DISLIKES

• nyx has a very particular dislike for her origins. she doesn't exactly like being a nymph, or even belonging to that group of creatures. she views them as slutty, improper beings and would rather detach herself from such a history. furthermore, her race hasn't done her any favors. if anything, the fact that she is a nymph has only driven her further and further to her downfall, and who likes that?
  
• danger. this may seem obvious, but there are some that enjoy the thrill and adventure that comes with danger, but nyx would rather have no part of that. she does not discriminate against those who do enjoy such thrills, but personally, nyx leans toward a more domestic lifestyle, and one she can count on to provide her with everything she needs, as opposed to what she, maybe, wants.
  
• one thing that gives her a particular sense of danger is spontaneousness. when something happens that is not planned, or not in order, if something happens or someone comes along that is particularly unconventional it frightens her, it's not that she doesn't appreciate the individuality of other creatures, she just wants to know about it before hand, before she gets that unnerving feeling of danger that she dislikes so much.
  
• this has no sentimental, background or reasoning as to why nyx doesn't like it, but nyx doesn't like to be told about herself. she is convinced, and very rightly, might i add, that she knows herself better than anyone else, and when others try to tell her otherwise, it really rubs her the wrong way. she knows better than anyone her limits, boundaries, and so on and so forth, and whether it's being told she can't, or being told she should, she won't stand for it. that isn't to say that she won't take another's advice, but don't go on telling her that there are things inside her that she doesn't know about. how on earth could you know?
  
• most of all nyx dislikes her limits. she convinces herself that they are there, and she knows it, but every time she's faced with something she can't do she can't stand it. however, she is unable to tell herself otherwise. what she knows is law, yet she feels and unbearable need to break it.

FEARS

• nyx fears becoming completely useless. she knows her body is failing her, and doesn't mind the idea of death, but can't stand to think that she might live for centuries to come, unable to do anything about anything ! it's fact that she holds a lot of knowledge, and as soon as she looses control of the order of things, and as soon as she's unable to apply that knowledge to keeping herself safe, she would rather be dead.
  
• for these reasons she fears the unknown, danger, all those things she dislike. if something happens, something that could have easily been prevented by taking certain precautions, to render her completely incapable, that is what she fears. both are on an equal level on the fear scale.

SECRETS nyx's is secret is the only thing she ever lies about. it's not something that's been brewing in the back of her mind for years, it's not a horrible history that could have her beheaded by zeus himself, it's something that occurs everyday, that she consistently lies about. that is how she is feeling physically. if she is in pain, she says she isn't. if she is feeling fatigued or weak, she'll deny the truth. but every day she weakens, and is in pain. yet, she continues to deny it.

OVERALL PERSONALITY
i know how nyx seems. she seems like a very uptight, no fun, too old for her age type of gal. the kind who is snooty because she reads more than everyone else, who takes on more than she can handle because she's so up her own ass, and who, in all, is pompous and thinks she is superior to everyone else just because she can spell it. this, is not the case. she may seem that way, but she's actually, very far from it.

if you asked nyx to describe her personality she wouldn't know what to tell you. even if she could thinking a hundred intelligent, good things to say about herself, she would questions whether or not they were true. the main thing about nyx's personality is that she is still trying to figure it out. she is confused, uncertain of how to act. this is for many reasons. firstly and foremost, she is having an identity crisis because of her race. a race that was known particularly for their flirtatiousness, their seduction skills, and overall mindless activities. she tries extremely hard to break away from that, to live a respectable life, yet there is a natural something inside her that wants the freedom, and she can't seem to ignore it.

then there is a second conflict within her, regarding her maturity. she's always been a sensible one, but now that she's with child she wonders if her level of maturity is enough, or if the mere knowledge that you birthed a child is supposed to age your mind. she is most unsure of how to react, to behave about it all, and only wants to do the right thing. only there is the added weight, of the knowledge that she probably won't even get to keep the baby, and the weight of the task of making a compromise.

all of these factors block her visions of herself to the point of, maybe the rest of the world does know her better than she does.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT nyx has no special blood in her, and that includes not having any olympic blood in her either. though she's lived in the presence of the gods for much of her life, she is not blood related to any of them. and for that, she thanks the gods.

MORTAL PARENT nyx, like all nymphs, was born from the earth. she is a spirit of the night, and therefore, has no mortal parent anymore than she is related to any of the olympians. this would be impossible, not to mention she's not had contact with any pure mortals in her life.

SIBLINGS you could say that all other nymphs were nyx's siblings, but as far as having an actual family goes, nyx has had no one. she's had her clan, of course, but none of them were really all that close, and she would rather not consider any of them her siblings.

OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE nyx has never really gotten close to anyone before. there's just never been anyone around to get close to, but even if this is so there are still people in her life that are quite important to the course of things. two people, in fact, who are quite important in this particular stage of nyx's life.

the most important person in her life at the moment, doesn't even officially exist yet. that would be the child inside her. she doesn't know anything about it, she doesn't know the gender, or even what she might name it. yet, this being is the one at the most forefront of her mind. it is this being, that she is the most concerned about saving. saving from it's father, the second most important person in her life right now. she'd only had one night with the god of death, and didn't want anything more, but because of this unfortunate predicament, she's going to have to do all she can to convince him to save their child's life.

ORIGIN nyx has had a few different homes already in her lifetime; her few recent years having been served in the underworld under the command of lord hades, and of course, now she currently resides on half blood hill, but before that she had, in fact, lived in olympus itself. she was born from it's moons and it's darkest midnights, and spent the beginning of her life in the glorious city.

HISTORY unless you too are a nymph, i think i can safely say that nyx's story did not start in the usual way. you know, with two people somewhat in some form of what some like to describe as 'love'. in fact, it did not start with two people at all. in fact, in fact, there was hardly anyone in nyx's life, especially people. instead, nyx's life started with darkness. yes, she was born from the night sky, from it's blackest pits, to the lights of the shining stars. it was, and still is, all a part of her. some would describe her kind as spirits. but as nyx learned along the way, being a 'spirit' doesn't make you immune to the regular pains of life.

nyx's first pain was the pain of being alone. of course, she was part of a clan, but even then there was never a closeness between any of them. the others were busy with their own affairs, where nyx still had too much to learn to have her own affairs. however, there was no one around willing to teach. and even though they brandished her left arm with their markings, she still did not feel completely apart of the group.

she wanted to get out, and boy did she get her opportunity. and when it came along, she took it. in fact, she grabbed it as if someone was going to steal it, not that they would've. the opportunity was to be a part of the retinue for lord hades. everyone else knew that it would be a sure mistake to offer their services to the god of the underworld, but because of nyx's severe lack of guidance in this world she was still so new to, she couldn't imagine not taking the chance to escape the isolated life she led.

the idea of serving, and being in the presence of a god, one of the three no less, was positively amazing, but the experience was anything but. the man re-payed her poorly for her long hours and tough efforts, and offered her no break. he watched her like a hawk and was always close by, which was why he caught her the first time she tried to run away. he stopped her with a great ease, much to nyx's disappointment, and in a moment of desperation she tried to sweet talk her way out of it. however, she only ended up leaving the hungry god onto her body. forbidden to have affairs with humans, bedding a nymph didn't seem so bad, and the aura she naturally let off as a nymph was becoming increasingly hard to resist.

hades took her over, draining all of her strength and accidentally replacing it with a new life force. he rid her of the majority of her physical strength, in hopes that she would not attempt to leave again, however, in the process, a child was also conceived.

with the discovery of her pregnancy nyx went immediately to hades demanding support. the kind of support a father would offer his child and the woman carrying it. but it did not come. hades thought it laughable that a mere nymph under his commands would pluck up the nerve to ask him for anything at all, but in the end he managed to make a compromise: 'clearly you want nothing to do with the child, since you are asking so much for it of me, therefore i shall relieve you of your burden.' as nyx tried once again to escape hades claimed the child's soul from inside the womb with a scarring hand print claiming that as soon as the child was brought to earth, he would be transported immediately to the underworld, dead, with his soul in hades' possession. this would make up for nyx's absence as he allowed her to attempt to drag her increasingly heavy bones up to the earth. he figured that she would not survive for much longer, and he would soon have both their souls. and if, par chance, she did end up living, he would at least have the infant's soul guaranteed.

frightened for her unborn child's life nyx made her way to a place she knew was safe: half blood hill, and miraculously made it all the way there alive. however, she remained nearly completely drained of her physical strength, as hades still possesses it in a small jar locked somewhere far beneath the earth. currently she cannot remain standing for more than a couple of minutes, and is confined to a wheelchair for transportation. it does not help that the child inside her requires so much of her energy, and will continue to for at least the next nine months. you see, even though nyx is currently nine months along, the nymph genes in the child she's carrying make the baby age at a much slower rate. it will take twice as long for it to develop fully inside the womb, so, so far, nine months is only like four. of course, this buys her time to try and strike up another bargain with hades, unless her body gives out first. in these next nine months, hast will be everything to nyx.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

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AGE fourteen

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HE SAYS I'VE BEEN AT THE OFFICE PAPERS UP TO HERE
BUT HE SMELLS LIKE BEER
SHE SAYS IT'S OKAY HE THINKS SHE DOESN'T KNOW

"astoria had a headache."

"there just seems to be something about living that really makes your head hurt. whether it's the weight of life's problems, or the stress of not having enough problems, or even just the stress of enduring your surroundings. truth is, life is just one big long headache. you might not always notice it, but there is always a constant throbbing at the back of our minds, just like draco's hate for astoria. there's just always something there that makes you ache. it just seems to lessen, or become less noticeable the better we deal with it. whether it's through just plowing through it, or isolating ourselves from the cause, or even using artificial substances to keep the cause at bay, we always seem to manage to find something that calms the throbbing, if only for a moment. but it's always there, and it always manages to push itself to the front of your mind, once again creating that unbearable ache, until you manage to do something else to calm it down. yes, there is always some form of headache lurking back there. it just so happened that astoria's was especially dominant that day."

"whether it was from the weight of her problems, from her family to her health, or the stress of not having enough problems, from loosing interest in her work to being excluded from raising her child, or even just the stress of enduring her surroundings, from the cries of a baby somewhere in the distance between her and the rest of the household to the the sudden chill she felt floating through only one of malfoy manor's many rooms, the truth was that that ache that was always at the back of astoria's mind had been making itself more and more present in her head over the past couple days and it seemed there was finally no ignoring it today. it was at the forefront of her mind today, a sharp cut through all her thoughts and a harsh scream in her ears, blocking out all else until the only thing she could focus on was it's presence inside her skull. it diverted her attention all day everyday and kept her up all night every night until you just had to give up. and so, she stopped trying to fall back asleep, adjusting and re-adjusting her pillows, and awake and alone in her bed for several hours on end."

"for a long time there was nothing but the headache, but as she plowed through it, as she did night after night, it began to subside just enough to allow her to focus on the other little things going on in the house. the easiest thing to noticed was the cries and calls of little scorpios from the nursery. the easiest thing to notice was that it was not these sounds that were the cause of the headaches. the next easiest thing would be the clock in the middle of the hallway. astoria did not have a clock in her over sterilized room because she couldn't stand the sight of time, her old rival. yet, it continued to tick incredibly imposingly just outside her door, much to her annoyance. but these were not the first things that astoria noticed. no, the first things astoria noticed were the sounds of her husband moving around the house from five a.m. in the morning. although these were not the easiest things to notice, astoria noticed them first, she always noticed them first. she was very aware of most of the ongoings in her so called family, even when those ongoings involved more than those involved in said family. yes, she could identify an affair when she saw one. her own father had had several. but that was the most she knew. the headaches were beginning to fog her vision of these things, and any reason she'd ever had to even care."

"finally the fog caused her to loose sight of why she was lying awake and alone in bed and when the clock ticked another sixty seconds astoria knew she had to get up. astoria had a headache. she needed to get some water, or some other way to make it go away. absently she got out of bed and dressed without really noticing what she was doing. she put on a deep brown shirt with loose sleeves and tight cuffs, and a long burgundy skirt that buttoned from the waist to her ankles. the one thing she did not forget, or mindlessly forget she was putting on were her gloves. possibly her most prized possession. and with one last leathered hand through her now somewhat scraggly brown hair she headed downstairs. the whole event was a real downer, from the way she felt to the way she so absently looked, to even the way she heavily carried herself down the stairs. it was like the ache in her head was spilling out onto her sleeve, displayed for all the world to see. luckily only the world wasn't watching."

"once downstairs astoria went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, just like she'd planned. she kept herself idle for a few extra moments, arranging this and that, keeping her hands busy, and just trying to ignore the headache as if that might make it go away somehow, but finally, when it didn't go away, astoria poured herself a glass of water. she very thoughtfully removed a glass from the cupboard, a glass which she witnessed with her own eyes water falling into, water that her own tongue tasted after it met contact with the cool liquid substance. then she put the glass down on the counter and felt the cool breeze. her attention was caught in the wind and flown out to somewhere else in the world. cold was all that came to mind at the moment, and for the first time she didn't notice her husband first. all she noticed was the cool breeze coming from a room close by. she didn't even consider who might have opened the door to let it in."

"not even thinking about her next moves astoria moved into the next room where the breeze was coming from, only to find more than she'd expected. in that instant, seeing draco standing so casually with his back turned to her astoria felt another pain, until it was impossible to tell the headache from the heartache. she stood there for several moments, contemplating all her aches until she decided to isolate herself from the cause. coming to the conclusion that it was only the cold and windchill that was causing only a headache astoria absently stated it's cold. it was a statement. nothing more. not a request to close the doors, not an attention getter or conversation starter. i should get myself a glass of water."

HEY YO ! THIS THREAD IS TAGGED FOR DRACO MALFOY SO STEP RIGHT UP. BUT DON'T FORGET TO THANK VOICE OF THE BEEHIVE FOR THESE AMAZING LYRICS TO THE SONG TRUST ME AND BLOO (MOI) FOR THIS WONDERFOUL LAYOUT. OH AND JUST IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW THE WORD COUNT IS ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY NOT TO MENTION THANK YOU KAY ?

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