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Fantasy The Nyxed CS Thread
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Kimby
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Name: Himera Leos
Age: 1740
Age of Appearance: 25
Gender: Female (she/her)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Faction/Title: Former Queen of the Royal Family, Current Leader of the Dawn-Mori nickname "Mera"
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5'8 / 130 lb
Has a few visible scars on her back from the days before she was turned, Also has two larger gashes where her wings retract.
Personality:
Himera is all about how she can get ahead of the next person. People often let their guard down around her due to her gift and sly tongue, which she often uses to her advantage.
Her social skills can be chalked up to charming yet deceitful. Because she spent a couple of centuries being worshipped, she can be haughty and prideful. She's only close to a few select people, as her trust is not easily earned.
Safe to say- if things don't go her way, it can get ugly.
Likes: Loyalty, Freedom, Money, AB-Negative Blood, Structure
Dislikes: The current Royal family, failure, disobedience,
Bio:
Himera doesn't remember much of her family, only that they had sold her into slavery to pay off some debts. She would end up serving under a cruel master and her stubbornness would often get her into trouble. She lived as a slave until she was 25, desiring freedom every day.
It wasn't until a strange noble by the name of Nyx visited and secretly offered each girl there an opportunity- freedom, power, and more in exchange for killing everyone else in the compound. That same night, the walls stained red as each girl viciously killed for a chance at what awaited them on the outside. No one knows who had started the bloodshed but only Himera walked out alone on that cold night to Nyx waiting with her reward. Once she had been turned, Nyx was nowhere to be found, her parting words didn't bother Himera so much as inspired her. To have somebody worship and serve her for once sounded too good to be true.
Her gift ended up being poetic for her situation - wings like an angel, capable of taking her to the skies and making sure no one could ever hurt her again. At least that's what she thought. She traveled the world and picked up new talents and knowledge along the way. Eventually, the rise of Christianity allowed her to gain more influence amongst humans. This was during a time when vampires were more known and humans lived in fear. But Himera came upon them as an angel sent from the heavens to deal with these "demons of the night". In reality, she had tricked the humans into letting their guard down, allowing her and her fellow kin more power and wealth.
Eventually, another war would spark - this time, Himera was ousted by another Nyx as a fraud to the people. She was exiled while they took the throne.
Since coming to America along with her followers and anyone else that opposed the current rule, the Dawn-Mori gave rise to the leadership over vampires in that region. The Dawn-Mori would also find a lot of success in business ventures, legal and illegal. With the rise of capitalism, Himera took it as an opportunity to build her influence in another way - wealth now if she can't win your affection, she'll buy it.
Gift: Angelic Wings. Capable of flight, she also uses it to block projectiles but it's never fun to have to pluck bullets and arrows out from them. Her wings heal at the same rate she does.
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Klown
(∴✪౪⊗∴)
Name: Esben Anatole
Age: Twenty-five years old
Age of Appearance: Late teens/early 20's
Gender: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Faction & Title: Factionless
Appearance: Esben has a slender build, balancing the tightrope between long and awkward, or long and graceful at a height of five foot ten. His ostensibly cold pine-green eyes cater to an inquisitive nature, holding eye-contact only when highly distracted or intensely focused, rarely during casual conversation. His hair is a dark brown that touches his nape, recently he’s too preoccupied to keep it anything but unkempt. Pallid to near transparency with light-blue veins scorching the skin.
Personality: Approaching people is difficult when half the time all Esben can think of is sinking his fangs into them to feed. His brooding disposition is overshadowed by his awkward fumbling when one truly gets to know him. Alive by virtue of his boundless hunger for knowledge and a stubbornness to live he’s grown repulsed by. Docile on most days but never enough to allow someone to wipe their feet on him. For someone so ostensibly meek, his tongue sharpens to a razor when he feels he’s been wronged. Esben is an honest man. Sometimes to a fault. While he isn’t private about his vampirism, he doesn’t announce it to the world. Rather, if asked, he will answer honestly. Such goes for most things that one might consider a secret. For example, being a member of a vampire hunting family. If asked, he will answer truthfully. Otherwise, he’s simply a man with an uncanny fascination. As someone so transparent, it’s not surprising that Esben hates being lied to. If the truth tears him apart then he’ll live his life in pieces, but never lie to him. He’s not a man easily swayed. Beneath all his darkness and sharp edges lay someone with a profound fear for the unknown. Someone gentle, and attentive to every detail of those he feels bonded with. His acts of affection are quiet, subtle things. Asking if you’ve eaten as a reminder to do so, leaving small trinkets that reminded him of you in places you’ll eventually find, or simply reading in silence beside you while you go on about your own work.
Likes: Feeding stray cats, existentialist novels, leather journals, fountain pens, jewelry, learning new things, puzzles.
Dislikes: Blood, being lied to, obnoxiously saturated colors, hot weather, being abruptly grabbed, carelessness, a disregard for rules.
Bio: Born and raised into a long line of vampire hunters. He was taught all he needed to know about the flaws and weaknesses of these seemingly unkillable monsters. Centuries of vampire hunting knowledge was passed down from generation to generation, and when it was Esben’s turn to carry on the family legacy, he wasn’t sure he was ready. One night he ran into a mysterious woman who he naively assumed meant well in her request for him to hunt down a spawn. He did so, as was his job, and succeeded even when he risked his own life. On the fine veil between life and death, the woman he later came to know as Nyx turned him into a vampire and left him with an obscure message. Esben, mortified from what he had become, sought help from his family. Unfortunately, they did not see reason, only a monster. He was cast out of his home and left to wander and wander he did. Using the knowledge he’d gained from being trained to hunt the very thing he became, Esben would search for other vampires trying to find answers. A meaning for this new life.
Gift: Invisibility. Due to being weak from not drinking human blood, it only lasts him a handful of minutes, and sometimes it doesn’t even completely erase him from sight, but makes him transparent, like a ghost. Sometimes it triggers without him even meaning for it too. Especially in moments where he is under great stress.
Age: Twenty-five years old
Age of Appearance: Late teens/early 20's
Gender: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Faction & Title: Factionless
Appearance: Esben has a slender build, balancing the tightrope between long and awkward, or long and graceful at a height of five foot ten. His ostensibly cold pine-green eyes cater to an inquisitive nature, holding eye-contact only when highly distracted or intensely focused, rarely during casual conversation. His hair is a dark brown that touches his nape, recently he’s too preoccupied to keep it anything but unkempt. Pallid to near transparency with light-blue veins scorching the skin.
Personality: Approaching people is difficult when half the time all Esben can think of is sinking his fangs into them to feed. His brooding disposition is overshadowed by his awkward fumbling when one truly gets to know him. Alive by virtue of his boundless hunger for knowledge and a stubbornness to live he’s grown repulsed by. Docile on most days but never enough to allow someone to wipe their feet on him. For someone so ostensibly meek, his tongue sharpens to a razor when he feels he’s been wronged. Esben is an honest man. Sometimes to a fault. While he isn’t private about his vampirism, he doesn’t announce it to the world. Rather, if asked, he will answer honestly. Such goes for most things that one might consider a secret. For example, being a member of a vampire hunting family. If asked, he will answer truthfully. Otherwise, he’s simply a man with an uncanny fascination. As someone so transparent, it’s not surprising that Esben hates being lied to. If the truth tears him apart then he’ll live his life in pieces, but never lie to him. He’s not a man easily swayed. Beneath all his darkness and sharp edges lay someone with a profound fear for the unknown. Someone gentle, and attentive to every detail of those he feels bonded with. His acts of affection are quiet, subtle things. Asking if you’ve eaten as a reminder to do so, leaving small trinkets that reminded him of you in places you’ll eventually find, or simply reading in silence beside you while you go on about your own work.
Likes: Feeding stray cats, existentialist novels, leather journals, fountain pens, jewelry, learning new things, puzzles.
Dislikes: Blood, being lied to, obnoxiously saturated colors, hot weather, being abruptly grabbed, carelessness, a disregard for rules.
Bio: Born and raised into a long line of vampire hunters. He was taught all he needed to know about the flaws and weaknesses of these seemingly unkillable monsters. Centuries of vampire hunting knowledge was passed down from generation to generation, and when it was Esben’s turn to carry on the family legacy, he wasn’t sure he was ready. One night he ran into a mysterious woman who he naively assumed meant well in her request for him to hunt down a spawn. He did so, as was his job, and succeeded even when he risked his own life. On the fine veil between life and death, the woman he later came to know as Nyx turned him into a vampire and left him with an obscure message. Esben, mortified from what he had become, sought help from his family. Unfortunately, they did not see reason, only a monster. He was cast out of his home and left to wander and wander he did. Using the knowledge he’d gained from being trained to hunt the very thing he became, Esben would search for other vampires trying to find answers. A meaning for this new life.
Gift: Invisibility. Due to being weak from not drinking human blood, it only lasts him a handful of minutes, and sometimes it doesn’t even completely erase him from sight, but makes him transparent, like a ghost. Sometimes it triggers without him even meaning for it too. Especially in moments where he is under great stress.
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queen of the fairies
✺ ━ i was made to be loud ━ ✺
⤷ FULL NAME:: Previously known as Shen-pe-uts-neter, Shepen-hesi and Shadiya; currently known as Shafira
⸻ Meaning:: She Who Holds Untold Truths, She Who Holds The Untold, Untold Lady
⸻ Titles:: The Forgotten Consort (3rd Intermediate Period; 1078-945 B.C), Aphrodite High Priestess (Roman Empire;1-230 C.E), Astar (Aksumite Empire; 288-302 C.E), Black Words Witch (Middle Ages; 1217-1400 C.E), aimra'at sama or Poison Woman (Safavid Empire; 1700-1780 C.E), Golden Pharaoh (current)
⸻ Faction:: The Council of Eternity (Nyx or Head of the Council)
⤷ PHYSICAL AGE:: Mid-Twenties (estimated)
⸻ Mental Age:: 3,502 (turned during Egyptian New Kingdom; born 2nd Intermediate period)
⤷ GENDER:: Feminine
⸻ Sex:: Female
⸻ Pronouns:: She/Her/Hers
⤷ SEXUALITY:: Omnisexual
⸻ Romantic Orientation:: Unclear
⤷ SPECIES:: Nyx Vampire
⸻ Gift:: Word of Power
⸻ Gift Description:: The user can cause various effects through her voice. This can manifest as a siren song, controlling the minds of others and even altering reality. In simpler cases, the user can use strong vocals to shake entire buildings just by singing or screaming. Shafira sits right in the middle; she can imbue her words with commanding power that can make humans and vampire do things against there will. If she were to tell someone "Be quiet" they would be overcome with an urge to shut there mouth and be unable to speak either until she releases her hold or the time constraint runs out. Shafira can also use singing as a form of hypnotism, luring humans to their death usually, or screams in order to create fear, raise moral of other vampires or shake the very ground with vibrations. The most useful trait to her gift is the ability to teleport to places as long as she properly pronounces the location name and has been there before.
Her gift may seem godly with its multi-purpose function but it does have limitations. Shafira must always speak with care and great thought put behind her words for if she were to misspeak or put the incorrect amount of inflection in her voice, disasters could easily form. She cannot force people to fall in love, commit self harm or hurt others no matter how she puts her words. Even trying to break those three rules will backfire on herself. Overuse is easy to achieve thus there are limited uses per day (anywhere from 10 to 25). The more complex the command, the less time it lasts (ex. Sit, Quiet, Bow = 1-2 hrs, Clean this mess, Dance like a Bumblebee, Buy my groceries = 30-45 min).
✺ ━ goodbye to living a lie ━ ✺
⤷ BODY TYPE:: Tall and curvy
⸻ Height:: 5'11
⸻ Weight:: 142 lbs
⤷ DESCRIPTION:: Before she was turned, Shafira was very underweight by modern standards due to beauty standards of her time. Her tall and willowy frame with ideally bronzed skin was desired by men under the assumption of her fertility. Gaunt features were outlined by intense kohl and soot makeup. Her hair was an oily sheen and only reached just past her shoulders but she was pretty for the times. After she was turned by Nyx, her beauty really came into light. Shafira was fascinated when her frame filled out to reveal curved hips, thick thighs and define shoulders. Her skin deep bronze hue became a cooled almond shade, not the deathly pale European vampire shade but pale by African standards. Gaunt facial features became a defined square shaped face -her jawline being her best feature- highlighted by her dark chocolate almond eyes, strong Nubian nose and round lips. Shafira is most happy with how her hair changed from dry, thin stubborn locks to long thick cocoa waves reaching her hips.
⸻ Style:: Shafira has gone through many styles of the era but has settled firmly on modern Safavid Empire inspired fashion. Luxurious and decadent, her floor length dresses are either A-line or Mermaid fit with deep V cut's to show off her assets. She despises t-shirts or jeans; anything basic or plain makes her gag. Her closet is full of rich colorful clothing that obviously is as expensive as it looks; jewelry is her real guilty pleasure and you will never catch her with less than four pieces adorning her body.
✺ ━ cause that got me nowhere in life ━ ✺
⤷ PERSONA TRAITS:: Powerful // Cunning // Eloquent
⸻ Description:: Breathtaking. The moment Shafira enters a room, an aura of magnificence and power enters with her; a telling sign of her age and titles she has held throughout time. She is self-assured of herself and the danger she presents to others. Her indulgence in splendor and extravagances exceed the average, something she has not always been used to but takes advantage of it to showcase exactly who she is to others. Shafira is used to a given amount of respect, strong gaze staring into the very depths of your soul. Disrespect towards herself and her people are not tolerated, usually met with venomous words. Her unbridled wisdom can be clearly seen at first greetings as if she already knows what once was, what will become and what it is. Very few things surprise her due to this. New vampires that are unaware of who she is learn quickly, her motto being to cut problems from the root. Shafira does not call many friends but the ones she does are kept protected under her large influence; nobody would dare to harm or disrespect "her people". She allows her walls to drop around them, indulging in rare bouts of relaxation and small talk. It can tiresome and demanding on her mental state to constantly be involved with worldly affairs and keeping track of her brethren. Shafira sees it as her responsibility and duty to watch over others turned by Nyx, while she does not go out of her way to coddle them, she won't let them be hurt. Her cautious nature has saved her more than once. As peerless as she may seem, she is capable of weakness particularly with those she loves. When she loves another, she loves hard; her energy and time become majorly catered towards her lover. Her love for them won't fade. It will only grow to a point of possession, a terribly bad trait. Shafira loves to spoil them to understand her dedication but it hurts her deeply if they are not one to return her affection. Just as she ages forever, she remembers her many loves forever.
✺ ━ don't try to calm me down ━ ✺
⤷ HISTORY:: Shafira was originally born as Shen-pe-uts-neter during Ancient Egyptian time. Her father was an unknown man but her mother was a lowly Nubian slave to a noble. Much of her early life was spent learning what she could from her mother. Her childhood was not fun or playful; it was cold, wondering when her next meal would be and who would beat her next. She praised the gods like everyone else but to her, they were just figureheads meant to paint royalty in good light. They did not care for slaves like herself. At the age of sixteen, her appearance caught the eye of a soldier and she found herself sold away from her mother to the man. She spent the next three years being "loved" by the man but within those three years, she learned her body could be used as a weapon. Shafira carefully hatched a plan, seducing a noble to by her from the soldier to then have her catch the eye of the vizier. By twenty-three, her cunning eyes glittered as she was gifted to the pharaoh at the time. Her goal was achieved, to stand above those who stood upon her. She waited patiently as a beloved consort, aging out of favor when she could only bear daughters and eventually, to the farthest reaches of the palace, forgotten. At that point, very little can be remembered of how or when it all came to be. One night a woman approached her in her weariness, offered forward a chance to receive the highest power -even higher than the pharaoh- she grasped it firmly and plunged the stone dagger repeatedly through her captors sternum. It was brutal, violent, horrifying. It was freedom, breathtaking, exhilarating.
The woman, Nyx, was pleased with her work and thrilled by the harnessed ambition, granting her the unlimited power she spoke of. Shafira awoke with her words holding power and an appearance more striking than Cleopatra herself. Time began to blur through the ages; moments where she was praised for her glorious power, others where she was scorned beyond disgust for her cursed power. The names overlap and moments become blinks, seconds of time for her. Over time, she formed followers to stick with her through time and the Council of Eternity became a faction at war with the Royal Family. She fell in love with one, one she should never had and Himera, Queen of the Royal Family, had thoroughly stolen her heart. Though the two have now separated, her love for her has not quite died.
⸻ Theme Song:: LOUD - Sofia Carson
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Maskruelty
Hail the Aesir
Name: Kahlida (Kal, Kahli) Lei Drozdov
Age: 176
Age of Appearance: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (usually dates men and often wonders why)
Faction & Title: Dawn Mori- bookkeeper/secretary
Appearance:
Hair- Dark auburn brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 5'5"
Build- mesomorph/slight/hourglass
Piercings- nostril/lip
Tattoos- rose based right leg/thigh piece- element symbols down left shoulderblade- small moon just under breastplate
Personality: Phlegmatic- Kahlida is a quiet individual, much more likely to be a fly on the wall than be in the middle of the room. However, she's not anti-social, she loves talking to people especially if it means she gets to learn something new or teach someone else something. While she may not be the one to start a conversation, shes likely to be the last one talking. Kahli isnt normally the type to make waves, however shes very protective over those she considers friends and will rush into a situation head first, if its for the sake of someone else, regardless of the consequences.
Likes: Photography, hiking, travel, anything fluffy (especially if it can probably maul her), a quiet beach, berry pies, thanksgiving-type foods
Dislikes: math, disloyalty, manipulation, centipedes (anything with more than 4 legs really), humidity (edited)
Maskruelty — Today at 1:30 PM
Bio:
It was an easy choice when the Lady Nyx came to Kahlida atop the bridge. Kahli had been perched on the highest peak she could reach for no more than a minute before the Lady materialized beside her. Nyx had offered her not only the promise of immortality, but solace and revenge as well. The trade made sense enough, end the life of the person that had pushed Kal to the point of no return. Snuff their life instead of her own. Of course, Kal had thought about that option long before she had climbed the bridge. After everything she had accomplished throwing it all away had seemed foolish, but she was exhausted and she was certainly no killer, at least not then.
Kal was only 15 when she left Russia for the United States, granted it was just months before the Emancipation Reform and she probably could've stayed and still accomplished something. But she was determined to live a better life. Her mother had died during childbirth and her father, well he was the most subservient man she'd ever met and she refused to end up like him. Groveling at the feet of some master while they made you beg for crumbs. No, Kal had bigger plans. Unfortunately, the US was hardly the land of opportunity she thought it was.
She had arrived right in the middle of their Civil War. But she used the needs of men to further her own desires. The US had briefly legalized "ladies of the night" during that time and Kahli, playing to her innocence, made a small fortune off the lonely soldiers. After a few years, she decided it was time to move on, take her money and find a more legitimate opportunity. To her dismay, there was little to no opportunities for her as a woman. That's when she became highly involved with the fight for women's rights.
She fought tirelessly for 2 years, taking everything her opposition threw at her. But that kind of degradation wears on a person and despite all their efforts nothing was getting better, if anything it was worse. The desperation set in the day several men decided she was only good for one thing. They used her until they got bored and then left her half dead in some back alley. She had used all of what was left of her energy to climb to the top of that bridge where she met Lady Nyx.
When she came back after disposing of her assailants, Nyx held up her end of the bargain PLUS more than Kahlida ever could have imagined. Her gift from Nyx was beautiful, she gained the ability for flora manipulation. As much as she aspired to grow, she could at least make things grow around her.
Age: 176
Age of Appearance: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (usually dates men and often wonders why)
Faction & Title: Dawn Mori- bookkeeper/secretary
Appearance:
Hair- Dark auburn brown
Eyes- Green
Height- 5'5"
Build- mesomorph/slight/hourglass
Piercings- nostril/lip
Tattoos- rose based right leg/thigh piece- element symbols down left shoulderblade- small moon just under breastplate
Personality: Phlegmatic- Kahlida is a quiet individual, much more likely to be a fly on the wall than be in the middle of the room. However, she's not anti-social, she loves talking to people especially if it means she gets to learn something new or teach someone else something. While she may not be the one to start a conversation, shes likely to be the last one talking. Kahli isnt normally the type to make waves, however shes very protective over those she considers friends and will rush into a situation head first, if its for the sake of someone else, regardless of the consequences.
Likes: Photography, hiking, travel, anything fluffy (especially if it can probably maul her), a quiet beach, berry pies, thanksgiving-type foods
Dislikes: math, disloyalty, manipulation, centipedes (anything with more than 4 legs really), humidity (edited)
Maskruelty — Today at 1:30 PM
Bio:
It was an easy choice when the Lady Nyx came to Kahlida atop the bridge. Kahli had been perched on the highest peak she could reach for no more than a minute before the Lady materialized beside her. Nyx had offered her not only the promise of immortality, but solace and revenge as well. The trade made sense enough, end the life of the person that had pushed Kal to the point of no return. Snuff their life instead of her own. Of course, Kal had thought about that option long before she had climbed the bridge. After everything she had accomplished throwing it all away had seemed foolish, but she was exhausted and she was certainly no killer, at least not then.
Kal was only 15 when she left Russia for the United States, granted it was just months before the Emancipation Reform and she probably could've stayed and still accomplished something. But she was determined to live a better life. Her mother had died during childbirth and her father, well he was the most subservient man she'd ever met and she refused to end up like him. Groveling at the feet of some master while they made you beg for crumbs. No, Kal had bigger plans. Unfortunately, the US was hardly the land of opportunity she thought it was.
She had arrived right in the middle of their Civil War. But she used the needs of men to further her own desires. The US had briefly legalized "ladies of the night" during that time and Kahli, playing to her innocence, made a small fortune off the lonely soldiers. After a few years, she decided it was time to move on, take her money and find a more legitimate opportunity. To her dismay, there was little to no opportunities for her as a woman. That's when she became highly involved with the fight for women's rights.
She fought tirelessly for 2 years, taking everything her opposition threw at her. But that kind of degradation wears on a person and despite all their efforts nothing was getting better, if anything it was worse. The desperation set in the day several men decided she was only good for one thing. They used her until they got bored and then left her half dead in some back alley. She had used all of what was left of her energy to climb to the top of that bridge where she met Lady Nyx.
When she came back after disposing of her assailants, Nyx held up her end of the bargain PLUS more than Kahlida ever could have imagined. Her gift from Nyx was beautiful, she gained the ability for flora manipulation. As much as she aspired to grow, she could at least make things grow around her.
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