Avatar of Din
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  • Old Guild Username: Myeongsang
  • Joined: 11 yrs ago
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    1. Din 11 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current @TheUnknowable - Because our phones aren't "compatible" :( What kind of crap-ola is that?
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8 yrs ago
I just had to set my boyfriend down for a nap after capturing Pokemon. I think we're back in 2005, everybody.
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8 yrs ago
I left my string cheese on a cart that I was using at work and came back to find it on the floor. My coworker's butt had knocked it over :(
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8 yrs ago
"Wouldn't you like to be a big brother to someone like me?"
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8 yrs ago
Ground Control to Major Tom.
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Bio


I've been kicking & screaming for the past 23 orbits around Sol. If you learn about me through the multimedia I upload, then I am whoever you interpret me to be. My interests are ever-wavering, but I am always down for a space adventure or history lesson. I am not big on E.R.P but if the story happens to naturally come up to that point, please keep it tame.





{The Austean stuck between two parallel worlds: one she loved & one she grew accustomed to.}




Currently in:

{1} Powerbound: Sense of Right Alliance as Nyt Årud the Wavetraveler.
{2} Powerbound: Deviated Timelines as Nyt Årud the Wavetraveler.

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Nyt Årud


Location: Rundown Motel; New York City.
Interacting with: Edwina - @Morose.



Nyt grinned at her companion, ever quick with her wit and even funnier comebacks, as she pulled the cheetah-woman away from the door. She motioned for Edwina to tie her up and as she quickly set to work on bounding their enemy, she focused on silencing the room from the outside. The woman was breathing hard, obviously stunned that she was taken down by a rather frail-looking set of girls. That was her first mistake: underestimating the lone survivors of a massacre that should have never happened. Something in the alien had clicked, finally understanding the flight or fight responses that came so naturally to humans. Her own people were peaceful, her sister once said, so the urge to fight didn’t come until absolutely necessary.
Luckily, Nyt had grown up with a vast number of brothers who insisted she learn to fight and parents who nurtured her mind. The only thing she truly missed out on was the studying of her abilities and how to control them. It was something her father decided to study up on late into his life, even now as news of their presumed deaths made their ways to their remaining relatives. She hated to think her parents would think she was actually dead, but it had to be done: they weren’t safe otherwise.
Once Edwina secured the prisoner, she pulled the blade away so she could stand by her friend’s side, her arms cross with the dagger still in her hand. “If you really knew us, you wouldn’t have come. You would have just came to this piece of shit motel and lied that you killed us,” Nyt started, her voice trembling with emotion; even now, she could still see Jenny’s lifeless eyes. “We would like to know why we’re still being hunted.
The woman spit at them, missing marginally but still epically gross, “Fuck you!” Nyt shook her head and stuck the dagger in her shoulder blade. The woman tried to scream but Nyt was quick to silence her with her powers, letting the vibrations fall flat anytime she tried to speak.
Why?” she yelled this time, twisting the dagger.
I forgot to link it, but I was thinking of this character for the feline woman. We should interrogate her.

Nyt Årud


Location: Rundown Motel; New York City.
Interacting with: Edwina - @Morose.



Nyt wasn’t one to refuse sleep and immediately welcomed it as soon as Eddie plunged them into darkness, and she absentmindedly silenced the sounds of the city beyond them. She was careful, however, to remember to overhear certain locations that she and Eddie had previously scouted, in case the Suicide Squad made another unwelcomed surprise visit. In her dream world, she visited the Sanctuary once again, just to make her final goodbyes. Having them constantly on her mind, unsure she would be able to avenge them, weighed her down greatly and she knew she needed closure. Most of all, she missed Lisa’s wisdom and authoritative motherly role, Jackson’s paternal instincts over the females, or Aja’s bright laugh whenever she heard a good song.
Above all, the one death that made her unable to completely forgive the Suicide Squad was Jennifer’s, the doe-eyed girl who brought them all pizza on the very first day they all met. She could still remember the young girl pleading for her life, and although she and Eddie made an attempt to save the youngest person from the group, it was too late. With the tears silently streaming down her face, she hugged the girl one last time as her deceased friends nodded. She was brought out of the world, however, by the thud outside their bedroom and she immediately snapped back into the real world, making sure the room was still silent on the outside to any intruders. Irritated that she wouldn’t get to sleep after all, she grabbed her beloved dagger Crichton from under her pillow and nodded over at Eddie whose eyes were as full as fright as Nyt’s.
The thuds turned into knocks, before the person announced themselves in a female voice. “Room service! I brought fresh towels and compliments from the Manager.” Nyt didn’t trust a single world and she made her way to behind the door so Eddie could open it. “I promise, we’ll be okay,” she mouthed, hoping to God she conveyed confidence. Slowly, Eddie pulled the door open only to be jumped by rather feline-looking woman and Nyt grunted as she pounced on her back with the dagger to her throat, careful not to slit it.
Aww snap! So who's out there? :O
Nyt Årud


Location: Rundown Motel; New York City.
Interacting with: Edwina - @Morose.



"Do you think there's a way we can bargain with them, maybe? They're all on Amanda's leash...Maybe if we could get them off of it, they won't, y'know, kill us?"
The only thing in the world that would satisfy them is our blood. Which is weird, because they already have most of our friends’ blood on their hands now,” she said, with a scowl. She pulled the covers up to her neck, trying to fight the flashbacks of their screams as the squad demolished their lives. She turned away from Edwina, ready to go back to a dreamless sleep. She had no use for dreams at the moment, mostly because even in the Dreamworld, she couldn’t save in any of the realms. She sniffed away any tears that might come spilling any moment, focusing on the names of each and every single person that had a hand in the massacre that night.
We’ll take care of everything that has to do with our appearance tomorrow,” she said tiredly, blinking her aching eyes until they felt comfortable. “Or maybe we can jack a spaceship and get the hell out of here.
Nyt Årud


Location: Rundown Motel; New York City.
Interacting with: Edwina - @Morose.



Once Nyt decimated her meal, she rolled up the greasy bag into a ball and shot it from her bed, straight into the trashcan. "I'm not sure," Edwina said slowly, "They probably have us in the biometrics, so our best bet would be to try to alter our faces but...I don't think we've got time for plastic surgery." Nyt made a face, not liking the idea of changing her one face she had grown to love for years and years. It also reminded her of her sister, someone who would also become a target if the Suicide Squad knew about her. Luckily for the twins, however, her sister Din was somewhere out in space, traveling to other alien planets. "Maybe a bit shorter? I could wear a baseball hat as well, it'd help to trick any biometrics they've got going...But honestly, the Squad is going to find us eventually," Edwina said, sighing.
I really hope not. I’d hate to be taken out by your people. I mean - no offense, but c’mon. I’m an Austean, with powers. We don’t easily die, but I’m sure they’ll find a way to kill me,” she said slowly, easing back into the motel bed. Her own powers had come along from the training they did have before the hit, with Nyt being able to hear miles out when she scouted an area and imagined exactly where she wanted to hear. It had come in handy, with Nyt remembering how the sounds of Harley Quinn’s giggle pulled her out of her sleep, something that had come to haunt her dreams.
I’ll make sure they don’t harm us. I don’t know how, but I’ll be damned if we don’t go down swinging,” she said, grinning at her friend sleepily.
Sorry for the slow replies. Got caught up in game of thrones and work right now D:
Nyt Årud


Location: Rundown Motel; New York City.
Interacting with: Edwina - @Morose.



A dark haired girl sat upon the clean, white sheets of the motel bed as she flipped through the channels of the TV. Her mind was absent, remembering every single event in the past two months. From the time she even heard of the group to when they met up and left for Colombia, and now… this: all or most of her new friends were now dead, after getting hit by the Suicide Squad unexpectedly. She had trusted the committee to protect one another, but in the end, they either fought for themselves or ran. Edwina and Nyt had learned to trust each other and because of their teamwork, they kept each other safe. She tried hard not to cry as she remembered how they entered their room, ready to see them. But their plan was impeccable and seeing nothing/hearing no one, the Suicide Squad left them alone as Nyt cowered in her bed, trying her hardest to absorb all sounds from Edwina and herself.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps, tensing up slightly. She absentmindedly absorbed the sounds from the room as someone stopped before her door and fumbled with bags to pull out a key. She nearly bolted out the door to crash into the visitor, but when she saw it was her friend, she let out a small laugh and let the sound flood the room again. She looked over at Edwina as she assured her the Clown or Gunmen weren’t nearby and a small smile appeared on her tired, slightly salty face as she grabbed her beloved McDonald’s bag. “This is the one clown I can handle at the moment.”
She immediately dug in along with her friend, scarfing down her McDouble and washing it down water to combat all the grease. “IDs are still being printed; my brother is the military so he’s learned some of the finest tricks, paid for by the US Government,” she said, grinning at the last part. “As for the hair, mine was always short so they’ll most likely expect me to grow it out. I think the only think I can do is dye it and slightly grow it out, but not too much. What kind of hairstyle are you looking for?” she asked, her grinning getting wider.
How long after the Sanctuary should this take place? Also, I'm heading to bed so I'll post when I get on tomorrow if you post first :D
I'm game; do Nyt and Eddie happen to leave together or separately?
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