●February 01, 2017 Nyxamora's character quest is approved!
●July, 2017 In Juahar after the events of the Dretch Meta
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 3:57 pm
Name:Nyxamora Diadora Andrielle (Prefers to go by Nyx instead)
Stage: Prentice
Height: Short
Race: Pure Leaf
Gender: Female
Sexuality: ???
Roleplay Color: || Burntpink ||
Personality Summary:
● Confident to a fault ● Sharp of mind and of tongue ● Carries a rebellious streak ● No respect for those who show weakness ● Tendencies towards impulsiveness ● Very athletically active and fit ● Not one to back down from a challenge ● Sarcasm is her second-language ● Good sense of humor (though it can be very dry) ● Values personal honor above all else ● Seeks conflict, in order to attain renown ● Uses her looks to get what she wants ● Has a heart for adventure and exploration ● Harbors a deep hatred towards Obans ● Very driven when it comes to things she's passionate about
Personality Extended:
Nyxamora is that kid, the one your parents told you to stay away from, that she’s a bad influence. And they’d be right.
Anything she’s told not to do, she’ll do it, consequences be damned. Her mind is just as sharp as her tongue, always ready for a snarky comeback. She is an incredibly prideful girl; if you want to talk smack about her, you’d better be ready for a fight. She has learned that being loud and in your face gets her more attention, so she’s adopted it as a way of life. When eyes are on her, even if they are filled with scorn, then she’s doing something right. Inactivity is not something that can be said of her, always running off to get into mischief of one kind or another. Literally running. Jumping. Climbing. You name it, she’ll do it.
She likes to see herself as a bad-b***h, but really, if you dig deep enough fast her prickly exterior, you’ll find a girl who is just looking for her place in the world, and acting out to get there. It’s not always sneers and snide remarks; she can be genuine at times. Honor is very important to her; even though she acts like she doesn’t care, if you want to pick a fight with her adopted family, you’ll have to go through her first. Winning a spot in her good books is a great accomplishment. If someone shows confidence and passion, possessing a fighter's spirit, she's more likely to take them seriously, listening to their input or following their plans. But if they are meek/weak (or deemed to be "uninteresting" in her books), then she'll probably ignore them or take advantage of that insecurity to further her own agenda. She has a crew of like minded people she enjoys hanging out with because they keep things interesting, but when it comes down to it, they'd probably consider her the leader of their group. Parents may hate her, but she’s become rather an infamous figure amongst the younger generation, the one who is the definition of cool-badassery. If Nyx is doing it, you can be sure there will be others who whisper of doing the same, gathering the courage to be just as bold. And that’s just the way she likes it.
Having been raised with too many stories of war and fighting, it is difficult for her to have a realistic expectation of what it really entails. On the one hand, she loves the idea of glory and fighting as a team to take down enemies, the rush of battle. But losing her parents to war has made it impossible for her to not consider the consequences of it as well. She has a rather juvenile concept of war at this time, never having stood on a battlefield and watched her comrades die around her. So it's still rather glamorous to her, despite the inherent dangers that come with it. When the Extremist threat came to Tale's front door, she would have enjoyed the chance to fight, to prove her metal. But she was unable to take part in the fighting, held back by circumstances at home, an aunt who refused to lose her sister's only daughter to war as well, even if the girl would hate her for it. Nyx still resents that she was not able to join the fight with her brethren, but in time, she knows another chance will come. And when it did, she wouldn't miss it. Her hatred towards the Obans has remained unwavering, even though they came to "assist" during the Extremist invasion. She did not trust them, seeing their involvement as an excuse for them to infiltrate the ranks of the other Earthlings, not a show of friendly support. They were just a bunch of lying frauds, and even though nothing came of their involvement, she insists they were up to no good.
Some Quick Tidbits:
Habits: ● Twitching her ears when something piques her interest
Likes ● Lighting fires where she's not supposed to ● Filching knives to play with ● Watching the sunrise on clear mornings ● Being perched in high places ● Burrying her toes into soft sand ● Stroking the bristly edges of Scorra feathers ● Skipping stones across water
Dislikes ● People touching her stuff without permission ● The color orange ● When light glares directly into her eyes ● Having her control taken away in situations ● The smell of burnt bread ● Being talked down to (literally and figuratively) ● Not having anything to do
Description:
Nyxamora is a pure Leaf Earthling, of shorter-than-average height and slim build, but don't let her petite size fool you: she more than makes up for it with her feisty attitude. She is rather flat chested, but she doesn't really care; breasts just get in the way during fights. Her body is toned and fit, marked by a few scars from stupid mistakes (she insists they were nothing of the sort). She keeps her auburn hair cut short, choosing a low maintenance style that doesn't mind extended activity. She has dyed the tips dark pink and gotten a tattoo, partially as a fashion statement, but mostly because she was directly told not to. She's gotten her hands on some hand-made cosmetics, decorating her eyes with sharp designs. Her crystals grow at the crown of her hairline, on her forehead, on her back, and on her shoulders. Fate just so happened to make them grow in spikes, but she feels like she really lucked out; they help with her "cool-factor".
Style:
She wears tight fitting clothes for ease of mobility, cropped short to help stay cool under the hot Tale sun. She loves the feeling of leather, making use of it whenever she can; it also helps that it is so resistant to the abuse she constantly puts her clothes through. Though she'll tell you she "has her ways" of acquiring clothing that makes use of more avant garde colors and cuts than those usually used by her people, the truth is that she's actually quite good at sewing and fabrication, making all of her clothes herself (but she'd never tell you that, considering the skill too femininely pedestrian to fit the image she has created for herself). She's foregone going barefoot like so many of her people, choosing instead to wear leather sandelettes so that she can move and climb about easily. Nyx doesn't wear much frivolous -or as she calls it "girly"- jewelry, sticking to simple statement pieces.
Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 4:33 pm
History Summary:
● Only daughter of two famous warriors of Tale, who were loved and respected by many. ● Raised to be strong of mind and proud of heart by her doting, but firm, parents. ● Separated from them when they were called away to lead troops in the war against Oba. ● After the war was over, she expected them to come home as they always did with stories for her. But they never returned. ● Informed that they had died on the battlefield, and was sent to live with her aunt on the other side of Tale. ● She was shocked to find herself vying for attention with 4 new brothers and sisters, something she was unused to. ● Tried to settle into her new life as a baker with her new family, but found it difficult to adjust, having no skill for the trade. ● Received ridicule for her many mistakes and disappointment that she wasn't like her parents from both strangers and family alike. ● Eventually it all got to her, leading to a sharp character change; she'd just have to be the deviant everyone saw her as. ● Started shirking her duties, running off to get into trouble, picking fights, and changing her appearance to match the image she created for herself. ● Has made a name for herself as a rebel in her village, but wants to reach even farther, beyond the borders of Tale, for fame and glory.
The Whole Story:
Nyxamora had been born into a home of heroes.
Her mother and father were two well respected warriors of Tale, fierce fighters known for their skill with a bow and sword. They were often chosen as leaders of the annual ritual hunts, landing big-game beasts with their flawless ability to lead. They were the perfect team. Nyx was their only child, never having time for more. So all the love they had to give was poured onto her. Any time they had to spare was filled with practice fights, enchanting stories of magnificent beasts, and hearty laughter. They were wonderful parents.
Until war was declared in Tendaji.
Her parents were called away to lead forces in the struggle against the Oban, Nyxamora left behind in Tale to stay with a neighbor. She was a very active and prideful child, raised to be strong and never give up. So even when the war started going south and rumors spread of surrender, she would insist everything would be fine, picking fights with anyone who doubted her parents. But everything worked out in the end, Tendaji pushing the invaders back at the final battle, they had won! As the weary troupes came home, she waited in excitement for stories from her parents of their great battles.
But they never came back.
She was told that they had been felled at the final battle while leading a force against the invaders, together until the bitter end. They had died heroes. She should be proud. But Nyxamora wasn’t. They might have won the war, but she felt like she had lost everything. Her parents had been her whole world, and with them gone, what else did she have? So she retreated into herself, questioning everything she thought she knew.
What she did know for sure was that she hated those damned Obans, they had ruined everything. Her chance to grow old with her parents, fight alongside them, share stories of her courage, it had all been taken away unjustly. Being too young and stubborn to understand the vast social complexity and politics that drives war, those feelings have only festered and grown, leaving a hard wedge in her heart towards anyone who holds allegiance to that land.
After the shock of receiving the news that both her parents were now dead, she was sent to live with her aunt on the other side of Tale, with her large family of bakers. Nyx was used to being an only child that was doted on; suddenly having 4 new brothers and sisters to compete for attention with was a shock to her system. And what’s more, none of them were remotely close to warriors, satisfied to live their simple little lives as mere craftsmen. But she was told she should be grateful for even having a family to turn to, many were not so lucky. So she stuck it out in her new home, accepting them as her new family.
But after years of this, she began to feel restless and moody. She had no skill for the trade, lacking patience for the whole process, always messing up. People were always comparing her to her parents, bringing it up, that she was the daughter of two great heroes, why was she such a screw-up? She began to hate it. If people were going to try to force an identity on her, then she’d just forge her own. So she stopped caring about what people said, the rumors, letting herself becoming the problem-child of the family. She would get into both verbal and physical fights, running off gods-know-where on her own, shirking her duties. And she began to like it, at least she was getting attention again, even if it was as the trouble-making rebel.
Not wishing to follow in her parents footsteps, since she has been compared to them her whole life, she'd like to make her own name for herself. Her heart is filled with love at their memory and is proud of them; sometimes it can just be too much though. But being a fighter just runs in her blood; her heart calls out for battle, not this life in a safe little home. She relishes the idea of exploring new lands that many of her own people have not seen, sailing beyond the borders of Tendaji to pierce the unknown. It offers the opportunity to say she was brave enough to take the chance, when many others were too afraid to try. She was going to fight to create her own future, someday going away somewhere where no one knew who she was, and she’d be damned if anyone was going to stand in her way. Momma didn’t raise no quitter
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 4:48 pm
~Prentice Roleplay Log~
Solo ● |10pts| |3,217 words| |Tale| He Loves Me, And I Love Him Nyx is asked a matrimonial favor from her soon-to-be-wed cousin.
Private ● |ABANDONED| |Arkesh and Nyx| |Tale| Prickly Locals When an Oban decides it's a good idea to flirt with her cousin, Nyx makes it her mission to shut that s**t down.
Private ● |DONE| |5pts| |Amalric and Nyx| |Tale| The Low Hanging Fruit Really, some guys are just asking to be made fun of. This nerd in particular was extra entertaining.
Private ● |ABANDONED| |Ruelash, Selvei, and Nyx| |Tale| A Cold Snap Chilly winds bring a familiar frosty-face to Nyx's town: Ruelash, with a little tyke in tow.
Private ● |DONE| |10pts| |Lixes and Nyx| |Juahar| Hard Shell, Soft Inside Nyx gets attacked by some of the local Juahar wildlife. This results in her needing some help from Lixes, a hammer wielding ray of friggin sunshine.
Private ● |ABANDONED| |5pts| |Ikkio and Nyx| |Juahar| Some Wounds Don't Heal Nyx needs medical aid after her run in with a venomous creature. Is it wrong to try to pick up girls in the infirmary?
Private ● |In Progress| |5pts| |Lerin and Nyx| |Juahar| Catch n Release After her unfortunate encounter and getting patched up, Nyx makes it her mission to learn more about the wildlife of Juahar. A rather androgynous looking boy helps her out.
Private ● |DONE| |5pts| |Eurig and Nyx| |Juahar| Child's Play Seeing a leafling getting picked on by his pale skinned 'friends', Nyx lends him a hand in the only way she knows how: mercilessly making fun of children. That's something you're allowed to do, right?
Private ● |ABANDONED| |5pts| |Eurig and Nyx| |Juahar| Meeting Mommy Feeling gratitude, little Eurig takes Nyx home to his mother's inn for a bite to eat, and a bit of bonding.
Solo ● |7pts| |2,208 words| |Tale| Carve it Out While going through usual training with her parents' old wartime comrade, Nyxamora receives some ill-got advice at the same time: the life changing variety.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 4:49 pm
Prentice ---> Stage 2: |●| Set-up Journal |●|1 Month's Time (February 1, 2017) || 25 RP Growth Points (one 900 word minimum solo is required to show class affinity) || Completed Class Quest
Stage 2 ---> Stage 3: | | 2 Month's Time | | 35 Growth Points (Riders and Guardians must have a 600 word solo in this stage for picking their mount) | | 5 EXP Growth Points | | Completed Class Quest
Stage 3 ---> Stage 4: | | 2 Month's Time | | 50 RP Growth Reqs | | 10 EXP Growth Reqs | | Completed Class Quest
Stage 4 ---> Legendary: | | 4 Month's Time | | 80 RP Growth Reqs | | 20 EXP Growth Points | | Completed Legendary Quest (THIS QUEST IS PROMPTED BY STAFF! It is the only req that is not completed before posting for growth.)
- - - - ● Growth Points Breakdown ● - - - -
RP Growth Points: || 300 word solo = 1 point || 10 post RP = 5 points || 7 posts in meta = 5 points
EXP Growth Points: || 1 crafting solo = 1 point || 1 beast battle = 1 point || 1 battle = 2 points
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 5:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 5:06 pm
None officially. Plenty of fist-fights tho.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 5:08 pm
Ewww, that sounds like math.
Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 5:11 pm
It had better be able to hold its own in a fight, or it's not coming along.
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