» N y x. Spira

[Blue Stars. ♫]

»» Name

Nyx S p i r a

- Nyx is German for Sprite and Greek for Night.

»» Age

1 6

»» Date of Birth

16 January, 1 9 9 1.

»» Homelands

The H i n t e r l a n d s

This place wouldn't exactly be your ideal choice in which to settle down - it sure wasn't Nyx's anyway. Imagine a place where its just barren wasteland for as far as the eye can see, the only thing to break the repeated picture is scarce foilage scattered at random. Nowhere to provide refuge from the blistering sun of a day, nowhere to provide protection from the occasional but catastrophic storms and nowhere to provide a retreat away from the sub-zero nights. Its hard to imagine such a place. But, strangely enough, there thrives a small colony of families, forced to put up with eachother to survive and master these drastic extremes. They live not above ground but under it, in a sort of underground fortress. It has remained hidden under the unfruitful terrafirma for countless generations, never moving location and forever a secret.

»» Race

Half - D e m o n

»» Class

E l e m e n t a l i s t .
Aether.Ice.

»» Final

(Overcast G l a z e )

[With Aether being the element that 'fills space' and allows light to travel through it, its effects can be reversed at Nyx's will in dire cases. Effectively, if she takes away the Aether around the opponent he or she could be closed off within a void where gravity is unheard of and, if the intention is murderous, oxygen is limited. For her final attack, to make sure the deed is done, Nyx then fills that void with artic temperatures, ice included, in an attempt to freeze the opposition whilst inflicting pain, drain energy and slow reaction time. If its successful there's little chance of her 'hostage' getting out in time before their oxygen levels completely deplete. Nyx won't tire whilst she uses this attack, its more so when its all ended and the void has to be sealed. Taking something is much more easier than giving or supplying it. If the void is open for too long, it pulls nearby objects into its center to make up for the Aether it lacks - this 'hunger' is satiated with living things, the closest being Nyx. So she must either close it herself willingly or be forced to seal it with a disliked outcome.]

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»» {Weapon information}

(Artic S t y l e t )

A handheld dagger forged of simple steel yet cored with a mythical silver said to permit the use of elemental magic. And even inside that blessed silver, Nyx heard that it was supposed that there was a hollow inside the blade that was no bigger than a hair's width. Apparently it helps to channel the magic or something like that. The blade is serrated nearer to the hilt, which may I add continues the toothed design yet not in a way that it would injure to annoy the wielder. Its hilt isn't something all too special, it is of a cerulean tinted metal with no encrusted jewels, its just your everyday serrulate hilt. Its tang curls round where the wielder's hand would hold it and where the button is there's a minute, razorlike blade which has a couple of purposes despite its simple design. It also serves as a kind of defence mechanism if someone were to lunge for the sheathed dagger.

[This dagger has no enchantments of its own, it merely serves as an object through which to channel any type of elemental magic. For example, in Nyx's case if she pierced the skin of her opponent whilst conducting her preferred branch, Ice, it would be possible for the opponent's body temperature to lower drastically, causing hypothermia, or even freeze the area around it, preventing use. Its nearly impossible to channel Aether, being that it is not exactly visible or of any substance - it is literally nothing - even to attempt to would pose a high risk that the dagger itself would be destroyed. The anlace's powers mirror the wielders, only serving to strengthen them slightly and increase accuracy.]

»» {Armor Information}

(Hinterland C l o a k )

For every single habitant of demon blood in the Hinterlands donning said cloak was compulsory, as if it were their uniform. They were forced to differ themselves from the other race that dwelled in their subterranean realm so the two wouldn't mix. Unfortunately for the Humans, they secretly wove a brand of magic into the fabric, annoyed that they were needlessly being tagged like a herd of barbaric creatures. This garment I talk of seems no different from any other cloak - its made of a starless, light material that enables free movement. The hem just about reaches the ground, stroking it with a whisper and collecting stray particules of dust in its wake.

[Due to the fact that the Humans living in the Hinterlands had an affinity for using firearms and bows in their battles the Hinterland Cloak was created to deflect such things, making it so that the Humans' only means of attack was worthless. Thanks to this the ones of Demon blood quickly obtained the right to lead the Hinterlands, but remained to clad themselves with their altered cloaks. Although it protects the wearer from projectile attacks it is extremely vunerable to magic attacks and there's a chance that a projectile that has been enchanted, such as an arrow channelling the elemental magic of electricity, will hit. The cloak itself won't be effected by the magic, it takes on a liquid form, allowing the enchantment to pass through freely.]

»» {Accessory Information}

N o n e .


»» {Appearance}

With being a 'halfsie' Nyx could be considered a Human at first glance, for her Demon blood doesn't tend to make itself known with just looking at the girl.
Unlike her Mother's side of the family, she's not as stocky as a pure. And therefore, not as strong. Yet Nyx is secretly proud of her svelte yet toned physique although she is not one fo flaunt it. Wearing skirts, crop-tops, shorts or anything revealing (especially leg-revealing) is an extreme rarity. Or maybe even a big no-no for Nyx. Her prefered style of dress are combats, dark jeans, rarely tight jeans and you get the picture. Nyx almost always dons her Hinterland Cloak, its still looks as new as it was when her Mother first gave her it. When she island-hopped a couple over, Nyx discovered the world of music, that also had a part to play in her dress code. It quickly caught onto her and affected many aspects of her life. Her wardrobe is filled with band T-shirts, belt accessories and her preferred pair of shoes - Fuschia C1rcas. Nyx isn't exactly a fan of make-up either, she finds it unnecesary to pretty herself up with paint. But, she has a...weakness for eyeliner.
When she lived in the Hinterlands, appearance was paramount, to prove that they weren't those uncivilized barbarians which that particular group of anti-magic Humans made everyone out to be. Never did a day pass when Nyx didn't treat her hair. Vanity? Maybe...but not that much, though, but she did love her sable locks. Her hair is as dark as an unblemished nightsky free of sparkling pinpricks, it falls like curtain a down down her back with liquidlike properties. The only thing to disturb its bone-straight style are a handful of gentle kinks, usually found at the tip, flicking outwards, inwards, sideways, whatever way. Its 'curled', you could say, not to such an extent to make it noticeable. Its a subtle hint to her hairstyle. She very rarely has any sort of fashion accessory in her hair but likes to have it tied back with a string of leather quite often.
Another feature which Nyx is very pleased about are her eyes, they contrast to her pale complexion and raven hued tresses by being the bright cerulean that they are. Her pupils aren't actually pure black, they're in reality a deep navy that seems like the obsidian dots that everyone tends to have.


»» {Personality}

Her personality is a very mixed affair. It has been streaked with many influences which include, usually, an instant dislike for Humans unless they prove to her otherwise, a twisted sense of fun and a type of timidness to anyone overly outgoing. Her instant dislike for any Human was because of how she was brought up, everyone loathed the other family that inhabited the Hinterlands but not even the Demons from generations ago could turn them away to the merciless wilderness. So Nyx is rather patient and kind to those whom she sees fit. But if not, Nyx retreats to the attitude that did her justice for most of her life - being the reserved, quiet girl that no one would suspect or notice. She quite enjoyed being that girl, no one really paied her too much attention, allowing her to go off and do what she wished when she wished to.

Likes + Hobbies.

+ Music as a hobby and interest.
+ Those contraptions known as rollerblades
+ Wandering about freely.
+ Water.
+ The dark, preferrably Twilight, the Magic Hour.
+ Having company.
+ Having some time to herself
+ Singing. "Not in public...are you crazy?!"
+ Being an onlooker in disputes
+ Occasionally speaking in song lyrics.
+ And some other things.

Dislikes + Fears.

- Daylight
- Crowds
- Being alone in Forests
- Fireworks and other loud noises.
- Flashes
- Thunderstorms
- Water
- Tomatoes.
- Creepy things.
- Girly Girls
- Make up
- Pink clothes
- Car Fumes



»» {Pictures}

I like to draw my own pictures...but my printer/scanner is a bit...bwoken. The printer part don't work so its being fixed. I'll hopefully get it soon. I can't even take pictures of my pictures because my sister has taken the cam. But until then, the only picture I have is my avvie. I'll post them when I can actually scan them.

If thats otay with all yhoos. >.> I understand if its not...b-but <.< I can't find a picture that suits.


Ooc¦¦ I'ma kinda shocked how large the WHOLE thing turned out, spesh the history... I just started typing and typing....My typers couldn't stop...they were possessed *hisses* They're insane I tell you...INSANE!! >.> <.<
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[Blue Stars. ♫]

»» {Background}

15th January '06

Its my birthday tomorrow. I doubt it'll be filled with celebrations with all this conflict hissing about but on the brighter side...I'll finally be sixteen and be able to choose the career path I'd like in the Hinterlands. Dante said Foraging was a good one to pick, you get to go above ground quite often. But then I still don't know whether I'll be cut out to be a Hunter, since those Humans took up the farming side and do not wish to endanger their lives persuing the herds. Morons. If we were to leave their crops wouldn't suffice their needs. What would happen if there was an outbreak or something?! The whole thing'd die off. Ah well. Moving on to more important matters beside the Human's self-caring nature...the conflict that there's going on between the Rebellion and the Humans reached what I'd call a peaking point. You could hear it from my window, heck's sake. There are times when I wish I was allowed intervene because, I for one, do not like this seperation order that those Humans have going on. But, alas, I cannot or face being made an Outcast. Maybe if our leader's would open their eyes and see the corruption that's going on above and below them. Its everywhere! Like some disease it spreads, uncontrollable, unstoppable and without a motive. They only have to see that what the Rebellion fight for is right! Humans are not the stronger race. They just use stronger psychological methods to make us think that. I think. As Dante says, Damnation and Noodles. x


18th January

I've been kept quite busy the past couple of days. Y'know, training, learning the tricks of the trade and all that crap. Oh yeah, I did end up picking Foraging - Hunter. I saw my first, living, meat-beast yesterday, I never knew how..how...GIGANTIC they were alive. They had all these claws and teeth, see. It was a bit...off-putting. Sometimes the hunters run on foot (which is, like, totally tiring *insert eye roll here*) or we even chase them on a steed. I have to admit, I don't exactly have a knack for riding a horse. I guess I'm going to be a Runner. What joy... Living everyday with the fear of being trampled. And us Demons aren't exactly that nifty on our feet. Although, I do seem to be a tad quicker than the others. Which I consider as a gift of sorts... I seriously do not want to get trodden on. There was no fighting today, it has been dieing down the last couple of days, which was strange. I could actually hear my own voice echo! Heh. x


19th January

Mam gave me my 'birthday present' yesterday, after I wrote my entry. Its a new Hinterland cloak. I would probably write 'Joy...' around about now but she says its one of those new ones that deflect those gun-thingies the Human use. Apparently everyone has been given one and luckily the Humans don't know still, from what I've heard. I wouldn't be surprised if they do actually know and are planning something, they're pretty sneaky like that. Dad guesses that we'll join with the Rebellion. Its either that or somethings gonna break. There's tension everywhere, we can't even look at a Human without shifty eyes. I think they know that we're stronger than them and they predict the same as us. I seriously do not know how we've managed to live with those Humans for such a long time... x


3rd Febuary

...I think its over...

No more fighting.

No more tension.

The land is quiet.

x

10th Febuary

I'm still in, what you would say, shock. The whole system has been turned upside-down. We now control the Hinterlands. This is bizzare. Unreal. Different. I mean, we still all have our same jobs and the Humans still have theirs. But everywhere just seems to be...at peace. I never thought in my lifetime I'd be able to walk down the street without having to avoid a Human's glower of disgust. I mean, we still loathe the guts of one another but there's no more needless fighting. I think we're beginning to accept one another. I don't know. But y'know what? We don't have to wear those damned cloaks!!! *insert huge grin here*
But many of us still wear them, I don't know if its out of habit or protection. We're still in the tender stages. I guess it'll take getting used to...all this peacefulness.

...And yet I wonder how long it'll last. x


The Journal has suffered damage, the quite a few pages have been singed, making them iliegible.


16th June

I believe what I heard was true. The hand in which she writes is messy italics, she's in a rush for some reason. What does that make me then? A Human with Demon blood or a Demon with Human blood? I daren't tell anyone...I do not wish to drag Mam into this. I've decided what I'm going to do. Everything's ready.

I'm going to run.

x

18th June

Its my first night out alone in the wild Hinterlands. It's cold. Ever so cold. My feet ache. I ran for what seemed an eternity. I can't risk being caught up with tonight. Questions will be asked. I left only Mam a note, she needs to know why. Hopefully she won't take this the wrong way and think its her doing that led to this. I told her I wished to see the world anyway. Maybe she'll take that bait instead.
I doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. Nerves. I've only ever been out alone on Hunting expeditions, but we always stayed out the night together. I wish I could make a fire...but I can't, the creatures which I mentioned in April seem to have multiplied. From what I've been told, they don't go for Demons. But do I fall into that category? I cannot risk it. They come out at night and I've made the foolish mistake of resting during that period. I'll get my act sorted out tomorrow. Somehow.
I just need to get to the nearest village, which is about a good month away on horseback. I should of taken a horse, but it would of just been cruel on the animal. I brought my more valuble possessions along with me, I'll trade them. And, of course, I brought my allowance, it alone should cover my travelling costs to the next island over. Then with what I obtain from my trades I'll be able to stand on my own two feet... That's if all goes well. x


26th June

Her handwriting is shaky, it sometimes ends in flicks in the middle of words.I came across one of those creatures I mentioned in my last entry. They are like no other living thing I have ever come across. For a moment I believed it was a Human from the Hinterlands that had caught up with me...I was wrong. It was like she was possessed. She was pale, ever so pale. Her lips were tinted grey. Her touch was cold. It was almost like she was dead. Is it some kind of disease that affects Humans only? What about me? Will it affect me?
I discovered that they dislike light or warmth, or maybe both, but she retreated when I set a tree alight. I didn't get out of it unscathed, though. The biatch bit me. On my lower leg, just by my ankle. She bit through my trousers! Drew blood and everything! Her teeth were mighty sharp. Maybe even sharper than mine. I must catch forty winks before the sun goes down. I need to be on my game with this injury, it slows me downs so. x


27th June

Last night went without any problems. Thankfully. My leg still hurts, I do hope it doesn't get infected with something. I'm far away from the village, still. And I have no intention of going back to the Hinterlands. I would rather hang myself than suffer such humiliation. I have to stay positive, though.
I found a small group of Meatbeasts, they were very far away from their usual location. They were all young males, possibly a bachelor group forced away from the few, prize grazing locations. I took down the weakest - I doubt he would of survived much longer. Maybe a few more nights, a week if he was lucky. Dehydration was killing him. But with the other, more healthy ones, I felt like I needed to help them...just incase I came across them again and needed food. I left some ice in an empty rockbed. It'll melt, providing them the water they'll need to survive another week out here. Usually, I wouldn't do this. But, like I said before, I might need them at some point. x


29th June

I fear I am being followed. Caught glimpses of that creature I 'casually met up with' a couple of nights ago. I do so hope she hasn't got a taste for me *insert shifty eyes here* I have yet to find out where these things go during a day. I have a theory though - they take on another animal form and bury themselves underground, in the shade. I think I'm getting paranoid now that I think that. I'm sitting in a tree, above the ground for fear something'll grab and take me under. I haven't talked to anyone in a long time, now. It might finally be getting to me. Not that I'm, like, really social. I just enjoyed company. Never did I think I'd admit that since I tended to 'go solo' with my reserved attitude to life.


5th July

The Summer sun is really starting to get to me, its too bright for my liking. My leg's healing nicely, no sign of infection luckily. I clean it about twice an hour. I am not going to take any risks. Not after getting this far. If this map's correct and my compass still points North, the village should be about two weeks away. I'm ahead of schedule since I'm travelling a couple of hours after dawn and before dusk aswell. I get about seven hours rest which is plenty. I also use it to stock up and sort out any tears or scuffs in my clothing. I haven't met any Meatbeasts, which worries me. I see a corpse every two days or so. I must cover as much ground as possible, this is the last leg and the hardest if that. There's little shade and no Meatbeast shrubs. If I do an extra hour or so, I might make it a couple of days earlier. I hope they have an Inn or something. I really want to take a proper bath. Waiting for ice to melt to get a wash is such a drag. Now I wish I could use the Water element. But it is ever so cool and nice on the skin. Its refreshing, too.

8th July

My leg's almost completely healed without infection. But I think I'm the infection. I was putting together all the oddities I've felt after my encounter. They dislike sun, warmth, they've got sharp teeth (mine aren't visible sharper but they feel it, I accidentaly bit my tongue...) and their complexion is an alarming, milky white. I'm not too sure about my complexion since, from what I know, there aren't any mirrors around here. Heh. But judging by my arms, their much more pale and burn very easily. I'm donning my Hinterland Cloak so not to burn. I do not want to get sunstroke. Hopefully this'll be all that changes since I'm only part Human, I doubt I'll transform as much as they have done.
I haven't seen a Meatbeast. Not even a dead one. Judging by the map, I'm in the more deserted area, where the nights are colder and the days more arid.
Lucky for me, I've found that the leaves on the---

The rest of the page has completely been burned, along with the next couple. You read where it next starts off...

--- by the water hole. I must be getting closer, the vegetation is thickening and I've even seen new animals. I saw a pack of oversized, yellow cats take down a Meatbeast from my tree a couple of hours back. I guess I'm not the only one that preys on them. Maybe these ones will be harder to take down alone. They might be faster, leaner or smarter. I do not know. I'll wait for tonight before I attempt to take one down. When they're sleeping. Thats if they sleep.


20th July

Last night didn't go as planned...they have sentries which stay awake, looking over the herd. I studied them closely, they have some sort of shift system going on. These guys weren't as disorganized as the ones by my old home. I launched my attack, hoping on using the element of surprise - They were expecting me and had something planned. One, which I thought was asleep, charged at me out of the blue. I climbed up a tree and got out my bow. Using the Stylet was out of the question last night, I couldn't even get close enough to even scratch the skin. I shot down a youngling. Regrettable, I know. It was the only one in range for they were all fleeing. I waited until they were gone before leaving the refuge in the tree. x

21st July

It should be another week until I get to the village. There's a line of hills standing in my way. Maybe its their protection from the flash floods which come after the storms. I remember once when the flash flood reached us - all the lower levels were washed out. We had many casualities. I still remember the ritual I saw them doing to bless the dead and make sure they passed on without trouble. I was too young to join, though. It looked like a very sombre affair, like a Human funeral but with more mystery and sacrifice. x


4th August

I'm in the cabin of the village's woodsman. He found me. One of the creatures had been following me after all. I stupidly let my guard down thinking that she had given up on me, since I never saw her for about two weeks. What a fool was I. I bet she knew that. She waited for me.
I was halfway up the hill, in the woods, when she jumped me. I saw her face properly, it was Annabelle (really nasty name, heh). Annie even spoke to me. "You're one of us now..." She sounded so...so...spectral. As if she had actually been possessed. Her voice was rasping and dry, as if she hadn't drank something to dampen her throat in weeks. I don't know if it was my purpose, so to spook me, or it was real, which spooks me even more. Strangely enough, she didn't attack me. It was to my own fault that I fell. When the girl let go of me, I staggered backwards, which is a really stupid thing to do on a hillside. I tripped on the root of a tree, tumbled down and fell down a short drop. The woodsman said when he found me I was delirious. Apparently, I'm lucky nothing got me. Well, he took me in and here I am. His name is, forgive me for laughing, Barry. These Humans have really silly names. Anyway, Barry says he can take me down to the village in two days time when he goes to drop off their wood. I'm unfit to go alone.

6th August

Nyx's hand is jumping about the page, messy and barely legible.I'm in the woodsman's metal contraption, he calls it a car. It gives off these fumes which make my eyes water. I dislike it. It makes a sort of growling noise, like some sort of animal. It has seats inside with these seatbelts. Apparently, we have to wear them incase it smashes, or crashes... or something like that. He controls it with these pedals, sticks and a wheel-thing. It looks really battered. I'm surprise it actually goes forward. The path over which we're doving driving it is really bumpy. I've hit my head on the roof about...twice. x


6th August - Inside the Village

I received a letter. Heck knows how any one knows I'm here. Its from some sort of Magic School, called Twilight Moon. The village's postman just came up and gave it me. How did he know who I was? Is it that easy to tell? Will someone tell the Hinterlands? Well...I'm going to the School. Its something better to do with my life than aimlessly island-hop. I gave the woodsman some money, for looking after me. Its the least I can do, he's the only Human that ever treated me like an equal. He commented on my teeth though...He said I should go to the dentist. Barry said they had something wrong with them, like they were abnormal. If only he knew.

Love,
Nyx Spira x[/center]

[Blue Stars. ♫]

_{Wewt! A picceh! Well...its a lame excuse for a picceh....the quality is bleh... I took it with my crappy webcam. The scanner's still out, see. Ah well...I'll scan it properly when I get the darned scanner back n_n}

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Nice pic. ^^ Man, we need someone to grade you. I'm not qualified, and Li-wa (it usually falls to her) is out. I'll go ask Bahaumaunt if I see her on, though. Hang tight, since you're bound to get a 10.

[Blue Stars. ♫]

<sub>Awwah.Thankies muuuucho n_n

I have a couple more drawn of Nyx but the webcam's that crappy they'll seem even worse. Heh. xDDD

And thankies again about the Baha pestering.

I just look forward to roleplay n_n *typers twitch*</sub>

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wow! This is really really awesome! I do love everything about this form, it's not only literate, but also funny and interesting! You've done an excellent job and you definetly earn this rating:
10/10! You've earned the "Honor Writer" Status and will be added below your name! Congratulations, this is a really great title to be, well, honored of!
You may begin your roleplay in the Ghost Shipyards! Welcome to TMA!

[Blue Stars. ♫]

<sub>*gaspeth*

Noodles. xD *jumps about like a cartoonified Mexican Jumping Bean*
Thankies muuuuuuucho. This is like, totally awesome. n_n
I can't wait to begin roleplaying.
*stabs grounding with a thousand, rusty, serrated knives*</sub>