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N Y X F A U L K E N
◆ Female. ◆ Pansexual ◆ Twenty-Nine. *◆ Human - Prae Hybrid ◆ Latent Guardian*
◆ Female. ◆ Pansexual ◆ Twenty-Nine. *◆ Human - Prae Hybrid ◆ Latent Guardian*
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⊱ A. . P. . P. . E. . A. . R. . A. . N. . C. . E
During the induction and debut of mortal intricacies, the impression of Nyx has varied betwixt existences of delicacy and frailty, the sort that compounds into translucent flesh and slender vices; from arachnid splendors, to sallow complexions and threads of shorn hair. They have sired upon routine and predictability from youth, blossoming further upon the cusp of her own developments over time, inclining to a muddied genetic selection whilst bordering on courteous hereditary looks. Nyx has never been bequeathed with fascination on whims of vanity, and has adhered to rituals of pragmatism: her looks a tool, rather than a luxury. Such a belief had been cultured and nurtured by chasms of familial induction and repetition; much suiting for the current overshadow of human flaw. In reflection, she routinely keeps her hair, once a wheat-dulled blonde, cropped to imitate an impish conception, and with her unique splicing and genome refinement, the threads have lightened to a crisp, arctic hue; bleached entirely to white. The parlour of her skin has darkened to a swarthy hue, the saturnine colour dusted with specks of gold and bronze, highlighting to the arch of her brow and along the generous pout and bow of her mouth; the shells painted with a matte red.
Nyx wasn't so always embellished, her previous aspect was of washed-out alabaster, the sort of achromatic blandness that drained life and colour from both eyes and skin, with naught a spark found within her glamour. Though once pale and drawn, Nyx has not altered so much as in height and weight, these values consistent, and her style of dress just as unwavouring. Capping to the crown of her head at five-seven, often swathed into monochromatics and cinches of leather, and enriched by the hybrid quality to her universal ambiance. She heralds an ethereal glamour, the interchanging aura of her previous sire, but also illustrating the mortal blemish of her original design. Elaborate designs draw from the corners of her eyes - dichotomous pools of silver and garnet - and sweep upwards into her pale fringe, these markings spiraling onward over the delicate cord of her neck and twining into a series of complex knots that taper onto the initial vertebrates of her slender spine. These enhancements are carried on from her sire once again, with her only brand inked onto the plane of her back, in juncture to her shoulder blade: the Gothic calligraphy of an "S" in where half of a crystal of shimmering history and emotion has thus been embedded.
Nyx wasn't so always embellished, her previous aspect was of washed-out alabaster, the sort of achromatic blandness that drained life and colour from both eyes and skin, with naught a spark found within her glamour. Though once pale and drawn, Nyx has not altered so much as in height and weight, these values consistent, and her style of dress just as unwavouring. Capping to the crown of her head at five-seven, often swathed into monochromatics and cinches of leather, and enriched by the hybrid quality to her universal ambiance. She heralds an ethereal glamour, the interchanging aura of her previous sire, but also illustrating the mortal blemish of her original design. Elaborate designs draw from the corners of her eyes - dichotomous pools of silver and garnet - and sweep upwards into her pale fringe, these markings spiraling onward over the delicate cord of her neck and twining into a series of complex knots that taper onto the initial vertebrates of her slender spine. These enhancements are carried on from her sire once again, with her only brand inked onto the plane of her back, in juncture to her shoulder blade: the Gothic calligraphy of an "S" in where half of a crystal of shimmering history and emotion has thus been embedded.
⊱ P. . E. . R. . S. . O. . N. . A. . L. . I. . T. . Y
Therein lies a unique vulnerability befitting to Nyx's parlour, a degree of mute tragedy and raging stillness like the quaking wrath of the realm before the tumultuous sin of a storm. Surrendering over the breadth of heart and soul, and restraint, there is a bedlam betwixt misconstrued emotion and mutated desire that sires a conflict of truth and false webs of self and impression. Nyx is sophistication swathed in complexity, alluding to a manner that exists and festers beneath her initial impression, the chasm between her exhibited glamour and her inner qualms so severe, that it begets to a fluctuating state of psychosis and sanity. Her glamour, this being a constant projection is demonstrated as a harmless disposition; soft spoken femininity and wonder that illustrates quaint likeness and impressions to the political and racial upheaval of the realm.
In this, she pools and interchanges through monotonous beliefs of grey, never quite grasping the conceptions of white and black that adhere to the good, and the bad, and this could be relayed to her transitioning thought and candor. The severity of her thoughts border sadism, and sometimes depravity, mostly self directed with the eclipsing delusion to her own genetic state: the hybrid undone by the perceived gift another, and that death and ruins festers within her soul. Her psychological transitions can vary between extremes of obsession and addiction, the sort that desperately thrive and clings to a designated purposes; be this selfish or selfless. She is capable of flexible notions. However, Nyx is far from villainous, she lacks the proper animosity to infect her moral comprehension, but a degree of otherworldly curiosity has misconstrued her to be awfully flighty and to perhaps edge closer onto the border of malcontent; more than one might be supportive of.
In this, she pools and interchanges through monotonous beliefs of grey, never quite grasping the conceptions of white and black that adhere to the good, and the bad, and this could be relayed to her transitioning thought and candor. The severity of her thoughts border sadism, and sometimes depravity, mostly self directed with the eclipsing delusion to her own genetic state: the hybrid undone by the perceived gift another, and that death and ruins festers within her soul. Her psychological transitions can vary between extremes of obsession and addiction, the sort that desperately thrive and clings to a designated purposes; be this selfish or selfless. She is capable of flexible notions. However, Nyx is far from villainous, she lacks the proper animosity to infect her moral comprehension, but a degree of otherworldly curiosity has misconstrued her to be awfully flighty and to perhaps edge closer onto the border of malcontent; more than one might be supportive of.
⊱ H. . I. . S. . T. . O. . R. . Y
History and reflection have been deluged and fogged with the process of denial, a previous life snuffed by refusal and without acknowledgement to origins or true machinations of life. Nyx was once human, an existence that was grey and lifeless, undone by her preceding family and the forms of existing that were infected by a long-sewn hatred and distrust of varying races and even individuals of differing rituals and mindsets. Isolated, to the point of cruel singularity, Nyx's consciousness was warped to the first inclinations of curiosity and recluse sadism, barely crossing the fringe of her psychosis during these early years. She was not taught to be a good person, she was not taught anything side from a terrible refinement of pain and appearances, the bland dredges of her family uniformed on aesthetics of proper etiquette and later conformed into public appearances. There was a universal belief of superiority within the Faulken legacy, for their unique impression of Anima. However, before this discovery, and the production of a corrupted family, Nyx and her family lived exclusively on the outer most edges of Ominar. It was a life of quiet tranquility, Nyx was the third child with elder kin preparing for their advancements into various Universities that prophesied success in spades and refinement more so.
Perhaps, in reflection, the change of fate and destiny was brought about by the sudden warp of her kin and father, the individuals frequenting Ominar on pretenses of business, her father a scholar founded on sciences and theories of genetic enlightenment. He was founding various hypothesis to the generalized conception of Anima and Vis, even heralding lectures to browse various minds and thoughts to spur a series and chains of wonder. It was a dedication to knowledge and fascination that began to border obsession, and a fanaticism that had found purchase in all of their hearts. It was related to the unique impression of Anima founded within their line, able to correlate and mesh to extreme degrees with various components of energies, and almost able to expand the threshold to destructive breaches of power and content. It was almost, entirely, malevolent, purely designated to tear, reap and decimate spiritual components through the initiation of a particular conduit. It bred both pride and fear and sundered the tranquility of life when parcel came with the instructions for the rest of the Faulken family be moved promptly into Ominar, and Nyx's schooling be altered towards particular tutors and lectures. Little could be denied to her father, as her mother muttered to the eternal design and plan they had made long ago in their union: "should fortune come, you were then to be his children from then on."
Through the means of a particular conduit, this one being the garnet pendent embossed with the impression of an upturned cross, Nyx's initial integration into magic was cruel, harsh, riddling the girl with a pain that came with the abuse through the Ostium. To harness adept understand and control, Nyx's foci of the pendent was imbued with the Vis carried on from her father and brothers, the trio bearing similar accessories utilized in their own rigid methods; magic a terrible temptation and hubris the ugly sin carried on betwixt their avarice. The Faulken legacy was heavily distorted through Ominar through the dissolution of her father's term from the lecture halls that would behold his theory in both stances of insane and plausible. Through his self-termination, Nyx and her brothers followed, unable to defect from his vision, whilst her mother and remains of the Faulken house simply allowed him to do so, eventually vanishing all together; be it by death, or simple record tampering to disband the rumour and reputation that eclipsed any and all. Thus, the four remained, garnered in inverted symbols, upturned blasphemy and twined in their garnet sin: the colours of the Faulken.
By his whims, they left Ominar for a few years, being ridiculed as nothing more than upstarts attempting to bend and sway most to their severity; sometimes mocked, sometimes acknowledged as genuine threat by the sermons of a man gone hellacious and wild with his rituals. Nyx began to speculate that he was being influenced by a secondary source, another party that was infecting and pressing onto her father by the susceptible degree of their own prowess. Her studies had yielded the mutterings and curses and enchantments and the heightened perception of the races they so vehemently rallied against in their campaigns. Approaching the possibility saw her brothers turning venomous in their refusal and denial and they struck her down with every intention to see her blasphemous mouth silenced and bridled by pain and an inherent terror to their manic states of mind. By coming to realize it too late, Nyx had long lost her family, helplessly suspended in a bathe of scarlet hatred and familiar bonds that sluiced like tar; never letting her free. She even had come to forsake her given birth name, referred to as The Aeon by the sanction of her brothers, who bore similar monikers meant to instill wrath and power.
Returning to Ominar was met with pleas gone silent within her throat and her will manipulated, her disposition lax and obedient, wrought to submission. By the overturn of power, her father had gone insane and manic, a frenzy that spurred quiet revels that lead to endeavors into swearing more onto their cause, to bear sigils of garnet and allow their potentials to rise into fruition of utter madness. Nyx silently endured the bygone feral notions of her father, no longer recognizing him as her family, but more so her jailor and her brothers his military forces. While presumed harmless, he continued to try and go against the judicial practices set by the Prae, purposely acting out and thus refusing to bend knee to his new rulers. He even endeavored so far to threaten retaliation and effort to Priscus, to reap the festered paradise by the Vis it so wonderfully enshrouded.
And so, they answered.
By swift action under darkness, Nyx recalls wings of a shimmering manifest, and glittering stone with the raging desperation of her father; in short recollection, she assumed them to be excuted, for the betterment of a peaceful reign and the intentions of tranquility. Nyx aimlessly wondered there after, swathed into a melancholic means of existence; the sort that left her without purpose or designation, after being herded since her youth and mind turned nearly catatonic with only a garnet pendent left twined thrice around her neck to illustrate her former association. She was thus purposed as harmless and ineffective, never concerned that she might become burdened by revenge or means of retribution for the Faulken legacy. However, history designed that no ends be left undone and thread bare, and the impression of their Anima was too volatile still, but without the cemented foundation of her family and father to nurture such a potential. In reflection, it was probably done so as a precautionary sort, but Nyx would say it was only proper, she knew her family had ill favour and fortune, so when a Guardian Prae approached Nyx she was awash in awe and suspicion, but could deny little else in becoming their ward.
The bond was shallow at best, the crystal portion sunk into the inked flesh of her back usually burning with the internal link they shared, often her pain would be their own, and this included her emotional turmoil. The chasm of her empathy was vast and thus intriguing, the connection between human and Prae considered alien in retrospect. But, Nyx eventually learned the severity and binding process through their bond, it had set them for life, meant to protect and guide, their Anima correlating with one another until nearly as a singular aspect. Their whisper of a voice was constant within her thoughts and dreams, and Nyx was reminded of familiar likeness and purpose and their bond grew deeper and ever more vital and the previous hatreds and misconceptions that lead her life began to blur and fade.
Until they died. Fate was often cruel and unkind, and Nyx was reminded of what the fabled reaper had undone to those in a twist-abound reflection of misconstrued justice.
When her Guardian suddenly perished, foretold to have been slaughtered, Nyx was suddenly left with the emptiness of her previous years, a void of aphotic dread that surrendered her into a pit of woe. Speculation and whatever investigations followed lead to naught a clue, only the muttered belief that it was intended for her to inherent more than just half of a crystal and a ingrained connection. It was termed as a gift, sired on death and loss, the entirety of their being that was given refuge within Nyx Faulken; empowering and damning.
She had become part of what she was raised to hate.
Perhaps, in reflection, the change of fate and destiny was brought about by the sudden warp of her kin and father, the individuals frequenting Ominar on pretenses of business, her father a scholar founded on sciences and theories of genetic enlightenment. He was founding various hypothesis to the generalized conception of Anima and Vis, even heralding lectures to browse various minds and thoughts to spur a series and chains of wonder. It was a dedication to knowledge and fascination that began to border obsession, and a fanaticism that had found purchase in all of their hearts. It was related to the unique impression of Anima founded within their line, able to correlate and mesh to extreme degrees with various components of energies, and almost able to expand the threshold to destructive breaches of power and content. It was almost, entirely, malevolent, purely designated to tear, reap and decimate spiritual components through the initiation of a particular conduit. It bred both pride and fear and sundered the tranquility of life when parcel came with the instructions for the rest of the Faulken family be moved promptly into Ominar, and Nyx's schooling be altered towards particular tutors and lectures. Little could be denied to her father, as her mother muttered to the eternal design and plan they had made long ago in their union: "should fortune come, you were then to be his children from then on."
Through the means of a particular conduit, this one being the garnet pendent embossed with the impression of an upturned cross, Nyx's initial integration into magic was cruel, harsh, riddling the girl with a pain that came with the abuse through the Ostium. To harness adept understand and control, Nyx's foci of the pendent was imbued with the Vis carried on from her father and brothers, the trio bearing similar accessories utilized in their own rigid methods; magic a terrible temptation and hubris the ugly sin carried on betwixt their avarice. The Faulken legacy was heavily distorted through Ominar through the dissolution of her father's term from the lecture halls that would behold his theory in both stances of insane and plausible. Through his self-termination, Nyx and her brothers followed, unable to defect from his vision, whilst her mother and remains of the Faulken house simply allowed him to do so, eventually vanishing all together; be it by death, or simple record tampering to disband the rumour and reputation that eclipsed any and all. Thus, the four remained, garnered in inverted symbols, upturned blasphemy and twined in their garnet sin: the colours of the Faulken.
By his whims, they left Ominar for a few years, being ridiculed as nothing more than upstarts attempting to bend and sway most to their severity; sometimes mocked, sometimes acknowledged as genuine threat by the sermons of a man gone hellacious and wild with his rituals. Nyx began to speculate that he was being influenced by a secondary source, another party that was infecting and pressing onto her father by the susceptible degree of their own prowess. Her studies had yielded the mutterings and curses and enchantments and the heightened perception of the races they so vehemently rallied against in their campaigns. Approaching the possibility saw her brothers turning venomous in their refusal and denial and they struck her down with every intention to see her blasphemous mouth silenced and bridled by pain and an inherent terror to their manic states of mind. By coming to realize it too late, Nyx had long lost her family, helplessly suspended in a bathe of scarlet hatred and familiar bonds that sluiced like tar; never letting her free. She even had come to forsake her given birth name, referred to as The Aeon by the sanction of her brothers, who bore similar monikers meant to instill wrath and power.
Returning to Ominar was met with pleas gone silent within her throat and her will manipulated, her disposition lax and obedient, wrought to submission. By the overturn of power, her father had gone insane and manic, a frenzy that spurred quiet revels that lead to endeavors into swearing more onto their cause, to bear sigils of garnet and allow their potentials to rise into fruition of utter madness. Nyx silently endured the bygone feral notions of her father, no longer recognizing him as her family, but more so her jailor and her brothers his military forces. While presumed harmless, he continued to try and go against the judicial practices set by the Prae, purposely acting out and thus refusing to bend knee to his new rulers. He even endeavored so far to threaten retaliation and effort to Priscus, to reap the festered paradise by the Vis it so wonderfully enshrouded.
And so, they answered.
By swift action under darkness, Nyx recalls wings of a shimmering manifest, and glittering stone with the raging desperation of her father; in short recollection, she assumed them to be excuted, for the betterment of a peaceful reign and the intentions of tranquility. Nyx aimlessly wondered there after, swathed into a melancholic means of existence; the sort that left her without purpose or designation, after being herded since her youth and mind turned nearly catatonic with only a garnet pendent left twined thrice around her neck to illustrate her former association. She was thus purposed as harmless and ineffective, never concerned that she might become burdened by revenge or means of retribution for the Faulken legacy. However, history designed that no ends be left undone and thread bare, and the impression of their Anima was too volatile still, but without the cemented foundation of her family and father to nurture such a potential. In reflection, it was probably done so as a precautionary sort, but Nyx would say it was only proper, she knew her family had ill favour and fortune, so when a Guardian Prae approached Nyx she was awash in awe and suspicion, but could deny little else in becoming their ward.
The bond was shallow at best, the crystal portion sunk into the inked flesh of her back usually burning with the internal link they shared, often her pain would be their own, and this included her emotional turmoil. The chasm of her empathy was vast and thus intriguing, the connection between human and Prae considered alien in retrospect. But, Nyx eventually learned the severity and binding process through their bond, it had set them for life, meant to protect and guide, their Anima correlating with one another until nearly as a singular aspect. Their whisper of a voice was constant within her thoughts and dreams, and Nyx was reminded of familiar likeness and purpose and their bond grew deeper and ever more vital and the previous hatreds and misconceptions that lead her life began to blur and fade.
Until they died. Fate was often cruel and unkind, and Nyx was reminded of what the fabled reaper had undone to those in a twist-abound reflection of misconstrued justice.
When her Guardian suddenly perished, foretold to have been slaughtered, Nyx was suddenly left with the emptiness of her previous years, a void of aphotic dread that surrendered her into a pit of woe. Speculation and whatever investigations followed lead to naught a clue, only the muttered belief that it was intended for her to inherent more than just half of a crystal and a ingrained connection. It was termed as a gift, sired on death and loss, the entirety of their being that was given refuge within Nyx Faulken; empowering and damning.
She had become part of what she was raised to hate.
⊱ B. . E. . L. . O. . N. . G. . I. . N. . . G. . S. . . . &. . . . E. . Q. . U. . I. . . P. . . M. . . E. . . N. . T
◇ Smartphone. Adhering to common law of technology, Nyx has undergone the notions to stay within contact with what little associates she has, the device designed with numerous intentions and purposes to be either hands-free or simply respondent to her vocal cues and oculi. The security measures are designated to her purpose only with a shell of Vis spun around the device in arachnid like constructs.
◇ Leather Bound. Being a material of choice and preference, Nyx's garb has thus been commonly noted to harbour slick materials of an ebony appeal, her most favoured that of a trench coat with scarlet embellishes and fashions, usually the belt slung over her slight waist that effectively conceals her impression and debut. Enchanted by Prae, whom once associated with her Guardian, the coat is interwoven and imbued with the capabilities of allowing Nyx to blend seamlessly within her surroundings, particularly of a darker illusion that also interacts with her own Anima and Vis; able to temper the effects of her own volatile nature, thus performing a channeling conduit meant to tame, cajole and snuff out the signature of energy.
◇ Foci. Though no longer required to manifest her potential, the garnet pendent bequeathed to her from her father has sentimental attachment and value, suspended by silver and crowned within interwoven lattice designs, the sigil of her former disgrace and her initial upbringing still remains corded thrice around her neck, eclipsed by the usual collars of her leather wardrobe. Nyx is incapable of parting with the fragment of her family legacy wherein the Vis of her father and brother continue to twine.
◇ Orthros. Nyx's only weapon, manufactured by the same Prae that had enchanted her wardrobe upon the final favour owed to her by the evidence that she had retained every aspect of her previous keeper. The alloy utilized is a pitch of ebon, infected by the impression of her Anima and Vis, expanded and thus uniquely responded to her singular impression. The structure of the weapon is described almost primitive in origin, but aesthetically advanced to the point of technological influence, being fixated to a spring mechanism running parallel to her arm that is interlaced with Vis to amplify the rate of ejection and thrust. Orthros is a dual-headed dagger performing aptly within close quarters, with the entire length comparable to her forearm, and capable of various stages of release. The initial is a forward thrust, the primary head of the dagger spearing from her sleeve, released from the Vis-springs whilst Nyx charges against her opponent, impaling deep and through the grooves channeled through the blades, her Vis is radically projected into her victim to overwhelm and correlate with the energy of her enemy. Thus, turning such against them through painful convulsions and agony. The secondary stage of release has Orthros nestling against her arm wherein she holds it aloft, parallel with her body and performing in juncture with her movements; providing ample slashing techniques and parrying against others of close range affinity.
The draw back of Orthros is the singular construct that it is, though capable of being removed from the mechanism housing, it is the only weapon Nyx has within her possession and cannot be separated from one another to become sister blades.
◇ Leather Bound. Being a material of choice and preference, Nyx's garb has thus been commonly noted to harbour slick materials of an ebony appeal, her most favoured that of a trench coat with scarlet embellishes and fashions, usually the belt slung over her slight waist that effectively conceals her impression and debut. Enchanted by Prae, whom once associated with her Guardian, the coat is interwoven and imbued with the capabilities of allowing Nyx to blend seamlessly within her surroundings, particularly of a darker illusion that also interacts with her own Anima and Vis; able to temper the effects of her own volatile nature, thus performing a channeling conduit meant to tame, cajole and snuff out the signature of energy.
◇ Foci. Though no longer required to manifest her potential, the garnet pendent bequeathed to her from her father has sentimental attachment and value, suspended by silver and crowned within interwoven lattice designs, the sigil of her former disgrace and her initial upbringing still remains corded thrice around her neck, eclipsed by the usual collars of her leather wardrobe. Nyx is incapable of parting with the fragment of her family legacy wherein the Vis of her father and brother continue to twine.
◇ Orthros. Nyx's only weapon, manufactured by the same Prae that had enchanted her wardrobe upon the final favour owed to her by the evidence that she had retained every aspect of her previous keeper. The alloy utilized is a pitch of ebon, infected by the impression of her Anima and Vis, expanded and thus uniquely responded to her singular impression. The structure of the weapon is described almost primitive in origin, but aesthetically advanced to the point of technological influence, being fixated to a spring mechanism running parallel to her arm that is interlaced with Vis to amplify the rate of ejection and thrust. Orthros is a dual-headed dagger performing aptly within close quarters, with the entire length comparable to her forearm, and capable of various stages of release. The initial is a forward thrust, the primary head of the dagger spearing from her sleeve, released from the Vis-springs whilst Nyx charges against her opponent, impaling deep and through the grooves channeled through the blades, her Vis is radically projected into her victim to overwhelm and correlate with the energy of her enemy. Thus, turning such against them through painful convulsions and agony. The secondary stage of release has Orthros nestling against her arm wherein she holds it aloft, parallel with her body and performing in juncture with her movements; providing ample slashing techniques and parrying against others of close range affinity.
The draw back of Orthros is the singular construct that it is, though capable of being removed from the mechanism housing, it is the only weapon Nyx has within her possession and cannot be separated from one another to become sister blades.
⊱ C. . A. . P. . A. . B. . I. . L. . I. . T. . I. . E. . S
◇ M. .e. .n. .t. .a. .l.
The collective years of abuse and stagnated mentality as accosted Nyx of her mental capacity and has thus warped her mindset to a degree of severity, depression and splintered psychosis of deluged grey. The dregs of her warped consciousness have produced a cynicism and critical way of debasement, a judgement that is almost scathing and withheld in the whorl of her agony by deeds done past. Bearing these cruelties in mind, Nyx's intelligence is varying components of suspicion and inquiries, her processes correlated and twined around the preexisting notions of having stoically adhering to the beck 'n call of her father. She is shrewdly calculating to peers and acquaintances alike, with a deeply embedded core of mutated, perpetual insanity.
◇ P. .h. .y. .s. .i. .c. .a. .l.
Nyx, with hybrid attributes, garners equal measurements of her mortal origins and esoteric benefactions. Her father's tutelage and near tortuous methods of perfected refinement afforded her apt strength and sensuous dexterity, as befitting to her intended style of combative prowess. Contortionist aptitude, compounded by the grace of Prae nourishment and purity, has also endowed Nyx with an underlying fragility, slight and perhaps unwarranted, but enough to tribute Nyx with a certain fluidity to par in juncture with her volatile Anima raging within her being.
◇ M. .a. .g. .i. .c. .a. .l
In this, was the true endeavors of her father and their legacy, it was this torrential reign within all Faulken that aroused their ruin and sired their fall from grace. Their Anima unique, unhinged, and bearing to the violent nature of the paternal dementia of power and magic, literally corroded from within and abound within lunacy. The nature of their laden soul was of wrath and nearly vengeful, adaptive and terrifying in the likeness of the warring sin, and their Vis crackling within the savage Aura it had become under the nourishment of derangement and greed. This, of course, was the primary condition, an imperfect conception and lacking purity and manifestation that could travel yonder from the original scope.
Her hybrid assimilation has significantly increased the scope of her Anima and Vis, broadening the breach and threshold of her original capability, and through personal speculation, it has not been decided quite yet if this if a beneficial factor a damning herald. Her powers branch onto chaos and a figure of despair, adaptive to the various energies encountered through daily musings; equivalent of both flame and oil; sluice and thick; slick and a torrent of heat and war. It is laden within this conceptualism of soul and energy that allows Nyx to call upon her Vis through frightening amounts, teeming the edges of the Ostium and fracturing the banks of the river and shattering the dam onto the ocean of power. Through this, Nyx has found that through the conduit in the form of a weapon, to be the most effective and manageable, should she rapidly loose control of her magical inclination otherwise.
Whilst her Anima is so defined and unpredictable, Nyx has also gained latent knowledge and know-how to engage within the aspect of a Guardian Prae, in the union of bonds and healing, but a significant lack of control has seen her to ignore these dormant capabilities. She is horrified at the prospect of binding herself onto another being, having lost family, warden and every aspect of connection through her life. To burden herself with the agony of loss is the bane of her thought and heart, christening Nyx with a complex towards her Prae embellishments.
Her hybrid assimilation has significantly increased the scope of her Anima and Vis, broadening the breach and threshold of her original capability, and through personal speculation, it has not been decided quite yet if this if a beneficial factor a damning herald. Her powers branch onto chaos and a figure of despair, adaptive to the various energies encountered through daily musings; equivalent of both flame and oil; sluice and thick; slick and a torrent of heat and war. It is laden within this conceptualism of soul and energy that allows Nyx to call upon her Vis through frightening amounts, teeming the edges of the Ostium and fracturing the banks of the river and shattering the dam onto the ocean of power. Through this, Nyx has found that through the conduit in the form of a weapon, to be the most effective and manageable, should she rapidly loose control of her magical inclination otherwise.
Whilst her Anima is so defined and unpredictable, Nyx has also gained latent knowledge and know-how to engage within the aspect of a Guardian Prae, in the union of bonds and healing, but a significant lack of control has seen her to ignore these dormant capabilities. She is horrified at the prospect of binding herself onto another being, having lost family, warden and every aspect of connection through her life. To burden herself with the agony of loss is the bane of her thought and heart, christening Nyx with a complex towards her Prae embellishments.
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