Appearance
"YOU DONT KNOW IT YET, BUT IM THE CUPID OF THINGS"
A dark angel, a cat eyed goddess, she is many things but not all of them are correct.
Nyx is made to contrast her family. Dark where they are light, amber eyes where they are blues and greens. She’s a reminder of a distant mother, the shadow of a woman she can barely say she knew. Dark of coat and topping out at the top of the average size category, Nyx can never be said to be small in any way. Her form is one made to slink effortlessly into shadow, but stand out in the light. Her darkness is effortless, broken only by small shades of color over the rest of her body. White eyebrows, two small sweeps of white underneath her eyes that only accent them, and a single white paw. The only other color she wears is a shade of gingery brown, that coats her throat and chest, and sweeps up to where it begins at the top of her head.
She is many things, that blessed night, golden eyes unable to see things in the light.
— Code by Aso, fullbody by vengefulhyena
Personality
"THAT YOU JUST DIDNT GET, THAT YOU STRUGGLED TO SAY "
A cold detachment from this world, Nyx operates in a world of solitary judgement. Growing up competing against sun bright siblings and never winning left her angry, a volatile hatred that abated somewhat when speaking with her brother. But the rest of her family is dead to her.
Harsh as a winters wind, Nyx isn’t prone to make friends easily. Most people are scared off by the young woman’s mere appearance. There is a part of her that exists in loneliness, of never finding another being like her or seemingly anyone who understands her, but she protects that part viciously, because it’s the part that still can feel. Nyx portrays herself in silence, letting her face and body explain what her words cannot. Living in isolation for a lot of her young life left her partially unable to express herself in normal ways. A creature of darkness to her core, Nyx’s stoicism has remained from the moment she was introduced to the world.
She’s not the perfect daughter, the sun bright son, she’s the one her father would sooner forget, the evil sister who was feared instead of adored, held at arms length instead of loved like her siblings. There’s jealousy there, buried beneath her skin, and a desperation to find someone, anyone, who’d love her for who she is instead of making her exist in light that pains her.
— Code by Aso, icon by omenadopts
History
"IM THE SAINT OF THE PAINT THAT YOU LEFT IN THE POT, YOUR ANGEL ELLIPSES, YOUR DEVIL OF DOTS"
Born Halo Yukimura, she understood from the moment she opened her eyes that she was different than her siblings. The light hurt her eyes, casting the child into darkness before she could even properly speak.
She began to stay up later, go to sleep with the dawn, wake up at dusk. She didn’t understand why nobody seemed to care about it, her first few days, until she managed to listen in to stories her mother told. Another point of difference for the night child, her siblings were named after gods. She grew up in nights embrace, her father choosing her brother, her mother growing distant and cold. She didn’t want to be lonely, but she didn’t want her existence to be pain either.
Halo pushed herself to switch her nocturnal routine out for a diurnal one, desperate for attention she felt she never got. It didn’t matter, in the end, because even when she was awake during the day, her mother was gone, her sister didn’t care, and her father was training her brother. She lasted until she was old enough to venture on her own, and she split from her father and brother. The fact that her father didn’t protest this only solidified in her mind that her brother was loved more than she was. Her brother tried to convince her to stay, her brother not the father who was supposed to love her.
She left, and then everything got foggy. And now here she is, still searching for that sense of familiarity, of family, that she never got.
— Code by Aso, fullbody by lqvender
Relationships
Father Daisuke Yukimura
Mother Aura Swann
Siblings
Artemis and Apollo