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about Noc
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Registration Date: 06-06-2013
Last Visit: 06-21-2013 11:19 AM Total Posts 5 Played By: Freakshow 
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general information
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Has an albino red tailed hawk that bleeds from her wings and a phoenix as companions. | |||||||||
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appearance
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A web of darkness coils around a thin, nimble frame, each onyx tendril whispering to the next with supple, gloomy tones. Tender flesh thinly lies atop the curving, graceful surface of slimy tendons over bone. Softly toned muscles define his shoulders and hips, leaving him with a starkly slender poise, his spine curving upward softly to give him an elegant, lurking gait. Dainty paws touch the soil, leaving small imprints behind. A narrow muzzle erupts into brilliant, ruby colored eyes carved into a handsome face. Large ears taper into a round, sitting perfectly amidst a countenance of surreal innocence. Three pairs of black spikes sit smugly atop his dome, the first smaller than the next. Three white 'v' shaped markings sit widely upon a vast sea of black, starting a collar on his throat and decreasing in size as they crawl downward. White also speckles body. It dots his forehead, the bridge of his nose and his toes. | |||||||||
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personality
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+ Inquisitive Nocturne can be quite the curious fellow. He genuinely tries to care for others; he enjoys getting to know others because they intrigue him. He enjoys learning about history and the stories of others.
- Rigid Nocturne is hardly adaptable anymore. He used to be highly flexible, often bouncing out of sadness or anger and going back to being his quiet self, though now he is not. He can't seem to break the depression that hovers around him, and he often finds himself feeling stiff and unable to do much of anything. + Courteous Nocturne can be a polite gentleman when he feels the time is right. He can get a bit chivalrous at times, but it's usually a positive experience. He is well mannered and modest, though while he carries this trait, it is hard to experience now due to how bitter he has become. - Aloof Nocturne often feels distant, hardly holding interest in anything but wallowing in his depression. He becomes agitated when others try to push their company upon him because he is disinterested, and he mostly wants to be by himself. - Callous This male is unusually hardened and insensitive. He is aching inside and he won't hesitate to take his pain out on others. He won't stop himself from insulting you or putting you down. - Cynical Nocturne will distrust or disparage your motives. He doesn't believe you are out to help him, and only thinks that you have bad intentions. He is a bitter pessimist and often thinks of the worst before the best. | |||||||||
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history
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I don’t remember the last time I saw my family. I know it must have been a quiet good-bye though. My mother very fond of her children. She was always complaining about how we were just nuisances and worthless creatures. I think she was just mentally exhausted. I fear that I’ll be just like her, one day, if I’m not already. When I was young, my mother didn’t really have her priorities straight, or so I like to think. She didn’t do a good job as far as providing us with food and shelter went. She was always too busy looking out for herself. Always doing just enough for her to make it through. She eventually realized she wasn't doing much for me and abandoned me in pack territory. I remember growing up and having to teach Callum and Ember a lot of things that I had to figure out on my own. They'd found our pack together. The pack helped us by giving us protection - we were at a young age, so we needed it. I took good care of Ember and Callum. It was like we were a pack of our own, and soon our adolescent days were soon to be over. As we drifted further and further from the pack, we failed to notice them fall apart. The alpha passed on, and without an heir, they began to disband. As if we weren't unfortunate enough, our home land caught ablaze. The fire took Callum's life, and I only survived thanks to Ember. She'd found me unconscious and dragged me to safety, she said. Everyone else left; fled. Callum's death was hard on Ember, so our journey was slow and drawn out. Visions of his charred body plagued her mind. She grew disconnected, doing nothing but lie in a cave and stare at the wall. One morning I awoke to her numb body; her limbs stiffened with the morning frost, heartbreak written on her brittle face. I was alone then. I left her there. She'd been the closest thing to a friend I'd had, but apparently not close enough. Sorrow dared not touch me, and grief passed unknowingly through my naked eye. Unlike her disgruntled spirit, I did not suffer. I was not at loss. I moved onward; sought a new place. A new life. A new ... start. That's when I happened upon Victus. I had been weary from my travels, the distance between there and my homeland a large stretch of landscape. This place would be my next home, and also my next nightmare. The first creature I met in Victus was the most pristine angel I had ever come across. She was a multiple spectrum of colors; red, blue, white, green, and even yellow present in her fur. Her eyes burned with the intense fiery passion of a thousand desert suns. She carried a crown of white antlers atop her head and had magnificent wings though she hardly ever flew, to my knowledge. Her name was Quis Cavae. I found myself spending more and more time with this female. There was something about her that I found unbearably attractive, something that lured me into a family with her. We courted, and then she disappeared. She never returned. I searched every where for my newly found love, but alas I came up empty handed yet again. I was brought the news by my companion that she had given birth, but during that time, her life had been taken. She whelped four puppies altogether, and though I grieved for the two that were stillborn, the life of my new children could not help me overcome my sadness for my lost mate. Cavae was gone. I searched for my children, finding them in the care of a hostile, vile female. She almost banished me from her lands, though I would never leave without them. We loathed each other, often quarreling over the well being of my children. She constantly claimed that they were hers, though we both knew all too well that they weren't, that they never could be, even though she had raised them. They were of my blood. After spending a long amount of time around the pack, my daughter Solstice finally exploded on me. She was not to return with me like I had hoped. Instead she turned her back on me, like everyone else had. She growled about how Cavae's death was my fault, and while it wasn't, I still couldn't help but feel guilty. I should have been there to save her. So I left after that, leaving Solstice to dwell with the very wolves I loathed, and unto my knowledge, the very wolves that took the life of her mother, my mate Cavae. | |||||||||
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