Shinigami - Nyx Amagane - [B-2] May 14, 2012 8:04:44 GMT -5
Post by atlacia on May 14, 2012 8:04:44 GMT -5
Name: Nyx Amagane
Actual Age: 160
Appearing Age: 16
Soft brown hair cascades down her body, with a faint honey tint to it. It seems to be blonde in some light and brown in other, however it it is simply whether the light brings out her blonde highlights or not. The hair is silken to the look and well kept, though usually without a style other than just loose and down her back, a few strands feathering over her front. As often it will be seen with a flower of various color tucked behind her ear (right).
Her face is that of a doll, sort of, smooth and curved to hold a young appearance. Her lips, a faint pink that curve often with no real expression, just one that is relaxed upon her. The eyes she has are a bright green, emerald. Piercing and welcoming all at once, both loving and hating at the same time. Her emotions can never be guessed nor her thoughts, as she is usually too suspicious or untrusting to let it be known. However this does not let her seem cruel or rigid, but more soft, cute and often seen as more of innocent.
Upon moving lower, she has a skinny and petite frame, not much muscle showing. Her body having curves where they need to be without being under or overzealous. Her bosoms are a good c cup. Falling into average, dainty and feminine hands as well as matching feet. Her skin color is a faint peach color, few freckles dotted here and there.
As for clothing, she wears the most basic; a shinigami uniform. Her hakama black over white and well formed to fit her body, falling into white tabi and sandals as most soul reapers wear. Her katana is backmount and strapped as such, over her left shoulder. When she's not wearing that, her outfit will vary, from sort of 1800's gear, long dresses with long sleeved, or when in her gigai on earth, something she can find that's less conspicuous.
The personality of Nyx is simple. She is a calm woman, often not showing her personality or emotions any further than the walls within her heart. There is no one besides her Best friend or her twin that knows truly how she feels or what she's thinking. Often times she will avoid being around people as she's shy, incredibly so. More times than not, she will be found in her own little area, where she can keep to herself and avoid the staring and judgmental eyes of others. She will sit and attempt to work at her voice, though the more she tries, the harder it gets.
In a sense she's almost a robot, doing as he (her friend) says without a second thought. She adores him and will jump when told jump. He's one of the few she still trusts. It seems when people meet her, they see her as almost a mindless zombie; the same expression upon her face; a heartless eyes and cold face that seems incredibly rigid and stiff, a personality that seems unwavered.
However once someone gets to know the young lady, she is incredibly sweet and reliable. Her memory is a bit faulty at times, but she strives to do her best at all times, however her brother comes first and sometimes she'll disappear in search of him. She's often rather eager to patrol as she is excited to look out for the man known as her brother, though she has no name nor a face that she can recall, she knows she'll know him when she sees him.
At times, her more adventurous and daring side will show. In the throws of battle, she acts more than he thinks. She prefers not to fight, but when she does, it a fight of life or death every time in her eyes; kill or be killed. When in the adrenaline faze she tends to do things a bit radically; jumping off of skyscrapers and the sorts of those actions
-The Wild Child-
The story starts way back when upon the day of the birth of twins to an average family. The family was quickly broken as the father disappeared and the mother slowly transgressed into insanity. One of her children a boy whom was calm and collective, one girl who was rambunctious and daring. She was wild and hard to control, easily contributing to three fourths of the gray hairs in the hair of the elder mother.
As her age came to be, Nyx was the wild child. The one to take risks and do the dumbest of shit seen. This included, sticking her tongue to frozen poles, eating money just to show she could, putting her hands in needlestacks to find the hay. Needless to say, she was 'One of the boys' as her days were starting. This would be a hard-working title she would earn from her crazy actions. At times their mother would wonder if Nyx was supposed to be a male as well, yet it was only as a joke she would say such a thing.
Even at a young age, Nyx was doing and saying things that were not proper for a young woman of her age. As a five years she spoke her first profanity and got backhanded by their mother. After that, her rebellious streak would take off. Nyx would take wild and unruly risks as if to spite her parents. At the age of six, she would end up breaking an arm while trying to climb on the roof of their two story house. The young girl would do anything to get attention. She loved to be social, even if it was negative.
Reaching seven years old, Nyx would assert her personality full blown when dared to steal an amount of money from an adult friend's's bag. Not that she wanted the money for herself, she just had a tendency to fall for reverse psychology. If you said she couldn't, she'd either prove you wrong or injure herself in the process. The event would unfold before her younger brother as she would wait until after class and sneak beneath the teacher's desk, grabbing the bag and rummaging. The young girl was soon caught by the woman who shrieked an obscenity before declaring the words "I'm getting your parents!" Nyx would be surprised and a bit stunned, her mother was soon over, apologizing as Nyx would turn around and stick out her tongue, waving the money at her 'friends'.
As the year passed, it seemed her brother had to pry her away from dumb actions, but he could only scratch the surface of the daredevil. Often times her decisions would lead her to be in the hospital; broken bones and stitches galore. Even her apparel was that of a tomboy. She was lucky back then. She would be great at sports and practically have her own group of followers in the neighborhood. Even a few parents believed she was a boy. Dominance would make her never feel alone and yet, as she grew into middle school, she would only just begin to see how shallow people were.
As school started, her little group became interested in girls and the likes. Usually trying their best to observe the sex without actually interacting. After all the female race for them was extremely different; difficult to explain and understand. The puberty days sinking in but, not understandable enough that girls weren't icky. As well thinking of women in such a way was considered so naughty. Such an awkward age that left the poor girl confused and lost on what she, herself should be interested in. She took no interest of boys to her knowledge and she had yet developed. Due to how she lived life, it left her a slightly genderly confused girl. One that thought she was the main boss of her boys and would kick the ass of those who tried to overturn her rule.
However this would soon come to show as her group did decide to change the leadership. They feared fighting their leader straight out, but they got tired of her 'goody, goody' way to run things. She was never.. 'illegal' enough, where it came to thieving, she would not let them and challenged anyone who doubted her orders. Like a wolf pack, the alpha had final say. Her words sharp and her strength amazing for her age. She would prove to be the star of woman's baseball in her school and lead in co-ed soccer. Truly she was a bit burly for them to attack singly. So as a group they came up with a sort of plan.
"Hey, Nyx we have a little game to play." The boy in her group named Sasu would speak. His eyes a bit devious as he would look at his brother, Rei. The two had came up with the game over night and Sasu would lay it out before their leader. "Look, we know you've been in charge so long, you never back down. So how about a little gamble."
"Go on.." The young Nyx would eye them as her lips curled into a sort of smirk. It was how they usually sucked up before they said something to get their asses beat. She knew this little routine down pat and in fact enjoyed teaching them their places. Unfortunately, this time it was her who would fall to them.
"Just agree on it now." They would sneer. "Promise! In fact pinky promise you'll take the gamble!" The one known as Rei would interject as he looked a bit anxiously. His hands on her knees, which earned him a slap, after all touching was a bit off limits and seen as immoral in their group. She would sigh and though it wasn't like her, she would agree. With a grumbled fine as they both laughed. "Okay.. whoever can kiss a girl first in the next week is the new leader!" The boys said in unison, causing her face and two others in the group of seven to turn red. Among them would be rumblings and whispers as she stood up and huffed, like a tantrum brewing.
"That's preposterous!" She would scream as she turned away. "I'd never-"
"You already pinky promised! Now you have to!" the boys chirped. Their words hit her hard as she would swallow her nerves and turn to them.
"Fine. You have your stupid bet. But if I manage it then you all have to do my homework for a month!" Needless to say the bet unnerved her, the idea of kissing was quite odd at eleven years of age. She didn't think of that action at all until the brothers had spoken of it. Well now she either had to have her first kiss, with a girl or lose her dominance. However a kiss would defame her quite easily, her dominance slowly slipping from her, yet she would try anyways.
She wasn't the only one trying for kisses, either. The boys in her group were close behind, trying to steal that prize for themselves, but none could take that final step. At last one of the group stepped forward. the man with his bright red eyes and crimson eyes would take the stand. "Guys.. it's not that hard, god." He would laugh at them as he turned to Nyx and grabbed a handful of tulips from the schools garden by their hideout, he would cover his face and grab her head, overpowering her into a kiss. Though some were a bit in denial of counting Nyx as a girl.
Needless to say the group was all astounded and laughed at Nyx and her disheveled look. Her face red and a look of confusion firmly planted. "D-dasui.. y-you-.." She would then turn cold. "You are so dead!" With that she would raise her hand to hit him, but the brothers grabbed her arms and dragged her back. That had been almost pornographic!
"Sorry, Nyx, your tyranny is over." Dasui would say snidely, the boy who was two years older than her, would pull his jacket closer to him over his shoulder as he threw the tulips at her, "You can keep the flowers though."
As the days of middle school turned into the high school years. Nyx would have spent two years in juvie after beating both Rei and Sasu to a bloody pulp and near death when they constantly bullied her. The fallen alpha was then treated as omega. She was used and beaten to the point of near breaking. In actuality, they made her do embarrassing things, humiliating things. She would learn to hate them and at last, when they asked her, while she was twelve, to undress herself, she would snap and simply grab the nearest weapon, which happened to be her game bat, effectively beating them beyond bleeding. She was in major trouble and her mother had to marry a man just to keep Nyx out of being killed.
It seemed she had a new look in her though, as the years did good to her. Returning home, she sought out to find a new victim; the reason why the assholes thought they were better than her. She would find the man reading in the schoolyard, skipping school. Though he sensed her coming. He would chuckle. "Really, the baseball bat, Nyx? You honestly never change." As she would approach him, rising it silently, he would flip the page in the book. "And you hold a grudge well I see."
As she would get ready to hit him, he would simply grab her wrist and flip her onto the ground, "Yet you forget I am and always have been your superior, stupid girl." He would then lean in and kiss her on the lips again. "You know you've been mine this whole time, you just didn't know it. I've been waiting for you to come home." Despite her squirming and yelling at him, Dasui would laugh and pat her on the head. "Still as fiery as ever, though. Good girl. I need to be kept on my heels. I'd like to see you try to kill me." She was lucky enough no one said anything about her.
It seemed her rage toward shim would drop as the two actually became remotely close. They would hang out a lot and cheer each other up. Eventually she officially allowed the title 'dating' to ensue. Though the two were not exactly the cutest and sweetest couple, they were there for each other. However as two years passed, things went south. The two argued a lot as she was changing. Nyx didn't want to do the bad things that Dasui still longed to do, though she hated it, he would drag her along, often forcing her into it. She would get in trouble and yet she wanted to stop.
She could see the pain in her mother's eyes and there was a gap forming between her brother and herself. She didn't want that gap to widen any further. Seeing this clearly for the first time when Dasui committed his first murder, she would run home and report him. Dasui swore at her and called her a treacherous bitch. Though they were cold words, they would not gain the pain that he wanted from her. He was pulled away and put on death row. He swore vengeance on her, yet with him being in row of those to be youthinized, she would simply go home. It had taken months and at first they didn't believe her. However there had been another witness from the gang, being a man. A friend in the group had taken Nyx's side.
-The Beginning of the end-
It wasn't long after that she met up with her brother as he returned from the recruitment office. She was in tears that day and as her brother would ask what was wrong. Wiping her eyes she would look up at her brother and tell him that the man, "Dasui' had been found to be using her. He was actually going to exploit her in the end, sell her as a possibility, or frame her, the decision had been undecided, but she was just a toy in his twisted game. As well it was found out that behind her back he'd been calling her a slut and whore, as well as other various names. Anything that could be said was as he was sleeping around like a player. Of course no one else really knew this as he was a man of good money.
Two-faced, the man had maliciously manipulated the girl and when she had confronted him about it, he would admit, calling her stupid, laughing at her. Her face would be buried in his shoulder for hours as she simply wept in the streets, for once the tomboy was seemingly weak and that inner flame was extinguished. Her whole being looking quite depressed. It was odd for the young woman to be in the sort of state she was. As they walked home, the two would hone in on that connection that had been thought to be lost, however it was strengthened.
Once home, she felt the pain her mother had experienced through her wildstreak and sought to make up for it. Nyx began to focus on cleaning and cooking, a sort of housewife as her mother would take trips to the psychiatrist. Upon the times of her learning to be a more proper young woman, she found an interest in singing. This singing became her passion that had started when they were younger, she just never really explored it. She had sung to her twin when they were younger and him to her. As he worked away at war, she would seek a job in singing for a charity to bring him back home. She wished to be with her brother again, sadly for her she would never see him again after he left to be on the lines.
This didn't stop her from working, yet as the days and years passed, she found it more and more difficult to speak, let alone sing. She began coughing a lot and soon, she was rushed to the doctor. The man examined her and after months of these experiences, she was diagnosed with cancer. It had started with her lungs yet due to some sort of defect the more she spoke and sung, the more it would spread; now hitting her throat. Her voice would remain the same, however to the shock of her family and new friends, she would have to cease singing if she wanted to live past the age of thirty.
For hours she would cry to her doctor, wishing her brother would be there for her, yet she knew he couldn't be. Whatever he had going on was enough, this would be too much. Still she would continue to sing despite her begging mother. Her last song, one of dying young and how she wished to be buried, the one before would be the same she would always sing at a concert; an ode to her brother, in hopes he'd hear her cries. At the age of twenty-one she would die in her sleep, the pain over the months of cancer were racking but at last she was released from her pain. The body would be cremated and set to rest on the wind while her soul would rise to a place called soul society.
Once she had reached soul society, she could not remember a thing. Her mouth opened to speak, but the pain of her throat was still obvious, making her cringe painfully. Wondering about where she was, she would look about and find herself in tears. She knew a few things; she was in unknown territory, she was alone, out there somewhere was a boy she had to look for, like a magnet pulling on her and that she was naked in this unknown area.
The presence of a shinigami would find her and the woman would take kindly to her, guiding her to the Rukongai, letting her stay in her home and sleep in her bed for months before the strength of Nyx would show through. The two would train and slowly Nyx's prowess would shine through. And impressed woman would then bring her to the academy where Nyx would start a majority of her shinigami life.
The days in the academy were awkward. Nyx was often avoided as she was a bit quiet. It was a choice thing, since speaking hurt her. It was also obvious she was not a very aggressive person. Many days, she would be found in her own sort of place, singing to herself, or at least trying to. She would find more friends in the critters around her than actual people. She was scared; alone and lost. Yet she strived to find her brother. To find that man whom she held a connection to. She could feel the tug of his presence, she just couldn't tell.
At times she was pulled aside for personal training, as she was a bit shy to show off in public. Her teacher was fine with this and simply taught her in his own little cove he found. The two would train around the creatures she knew, rather than her classmates. At last she was dubbed Mockingbird, a soft girl who would try not to harm any other person. Her teacher dubbed her that; a bird that would only live to sing, no longer to harm others. Then he would joke around at times, "You know it's a sin to kill a mockingbird". Even if he didn't talk much, it was easier that way.
She would grow attached to her 'academy tutor', almost toddling him everywhere. He was a kind man, eventually giving her a chalkboard with a string to write upon, one to rest upon her neck which would be easy to carry. As well she had a stick of chalk to sit in her pocket to save her semi-destroyed throat. In time she learned enough to graduate.
-I don't remember you-
Upon passing through the academy, Nyx showed a prowess in what to expect from someone so young. She was placed in division 7 and scaled the ranks well. She proved herself more often than not, though in most situations she would simply be defending others. She was stubborn and determined; focused on finding her brother and the higher she climbed, the more likely it would be that she found him. This man she searched for would hear of her and find her? Maybe... it was an uncertainty.
Time passed and she had climbed up high, only to come face to face with a familiar man. Somehow this man with white hair struck her in her memory. He would speak of knowing her, talking to her and acting as if he loved her still. Nyx didn't buy it and didn't understand what he was saying anyways. He seemed to pull a feeling of anger and sadness from her, she felt tears. In a fit of rage, she would pull her blade out to strike the man, however the blade would miss, as someone grabbed her elbow. The blade had sliced into the man's hand, but her face would show a glower,
"Who are you?" She demanded; her voice scratching and forced, before the man sighed and threw her over his shoulder, the face of the person stopping her showing. It shocked her as she realized the face of her tutor and friend. "Why?"
"Your hands are not meant to be used for killing." He would say, like a father scolding their child. Dipping her eyes, she would show her shame. Her hand dropping her blade as she would simply cry. It was all so much, so confusing.
"I don't know what came over me.. I'm sorry.." she would whimper in her squeaky voice, barely audible.
Such an odd situation as her best friend became a sort of fatherly figure towards her. She didn't speak much, but he would be one of the few who knew her voice. As well he would be one of the few helping her find her brother, though he had no idea how. Determined, Nyx would try her best to live up to his expectations. She wished to make him proud.
Not long after her experience of running in with the man of her nightmares, fate would take him away. Upon patrolling with her partner, the most odd and unlucky of circumstances would ensue. This would nearly smear her name in the eyes of others. The walk would show the body of a man hanging from a tree.
Upon closer inspection, the man would be seen as a white haired man, though the color a deep and bloody red now, the color dripping off of his face while his eyes would stare lifelessly a matching crimson. The smell was sickening and made the two nearly lose their lunch. But Nyx couldn't help but cry a bit. "No..." She would think to herself as she turned to look at her partner who caught her eye with a questioning glance.
Her body would slowly approach, to see that the body was hanging by it's own intestines, guts all over the ground and within the skin of the victim was Impede, over and over, blood having stained the ground in the form of that very name. Impede... what was that supposed to mean?
Whether it was because of the smell or just the emotional worry of being blamed for what was before them. After her outburst; it would be a certain thought to cross their minds. She would simply run back to report to her best friend, teary eyed, her partner shouting her name and begging her to stop. She wouldn't. Instead she would continue running until she reached him.
Nearly tackling the man, no matter what he was doing, she would sob, repeating the same phrase over and over, "I didn't do it, I swear!" In her harsh whisper of a voice despite whether he had held her or not. Her hands clenching the man's clothing as she would look up at him sad.
Her friend simply sighed and wiped her eyes. "I know you didn't." He would say, not even sure what had happened. Later he had asked the partner what had happened, and he would not, understanding why Nyx had been freaking out. Ever since, Nyx has not strayed far from her best firend's side.
- Swordsmanship- Beginner
- Kidō- Beginner
- Hohō - intermediate
- Hand to Hand - Advanced
- Speed - Intermediate
- Power - Beginner
- Stamina - Intermediate
- Intelligence - Intermediate
A large back mount sword. The blade is two inches thick and the length of the blade is over half the size of Nyx. The wrappings on the hilt are black and the hilt as room enough for five of her hands. The blade is lighter than it looks and the sheathe has a pattern of a bird taking flight in a blue-silver color. The weapon is sharp with a katana-esque look, just longer. The leather strap has no decorations, but has a gold buckle to keep it on her back. the blade is silver and the guard is bluish silver. Her guard looks like a circle with a bird flying around. Small flowers littering around it.
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It seemed her twin had been hiding something from her for a long time. Though it wasn't really hiding when there was nothing allowing each other to see one another. So who could blame him? However the truth often hurt and that it did. His words, his ring and that lie being shattered. Her bright emerald eyes would dim and she would look down, her fingers laced with his. It hurt, his words and yet. "I already knew.." SHe would say softly. Her other hand rested on her throat, gently rubbing, "Somehow I knew.. That was the day I-.." She would shake her head and shiver slightly, fighting the sadness. Memories were painful. SHe didn't want them and yet there was no option in the matter.
Her voice would sob and the throat tense as she would cry, her arms wrapping him in a tight hug, fingers leaving his to move around his neck and head, pulling her face into his chest and simply weeping. Minutes after minutes. So much pain and suffering, such a hell and yet in a way she was mad at her mother for not telling her the truth. However she would do it over and over, it didn't matter, her brother was the most important one in the world.
Her cries were oddly loud as she continued to soak his wardrobe, her face slightly red from bawling, "I.. missed you.. so.. much.." She would stammer through gasps for air, her throat becoming slowly more sore with each worked up moment, "Every day.. I waited...and you never came... you were gone....How could you leave me?" SHe would tighten her grip on his head and pull him closer to the point her knuckles were white and her muscles ached, yet it was just tension, as he would not experience the pain set before him. "How could you be.. so stupid? I don't care.. I don't care if you're a monster.. you're my brother... I wanted you home.. where I could be with you.. Day after day, year after year. Do you.. know what pain I felt?" Her voice slowly got louder as she got more and more worked up, her face turning slightly redder from the salty tears that made her eyes sting.
Slowly she pulled away and looked him in the eyes a moment, the despair obvious upon her. Clenching her fists she would tug him close. "The pain of losing you is hard, but to know you did this to me on purpose... is worse. you know I always love you.. You shouldn't have.. ugh-.." Suddenly the young girl would clench her throat and pull herself back, recoiling. One of her hands moved to her mouth as she would hack and gag. Barely able to breathe, she would gasp a few times, as blood would seep through her fingers. Indeed she'd pushed herself to her limits, something she hadn't done in a long time.
Drip, drip, the blood would fall upon the ground in little circular pattern of splats. Her body convulsed into throws of coughing from the soreness of that curse of hers. Her fingers would dig into her own throat, tails scarping into the skin as she would try to breathe through her nose, her head turned away from him the best she could.
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