Post by Nýchta on Dec 3, 2017 2:59:28 GMT
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 | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] NÝCHTA [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) // Nyc, Nyx, Frost [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // four hundred [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]RACE // god [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]SEXUALITY // demisexual [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]OCCUPATION // god of winter |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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HABITS & QUIRKS
POSITIVE
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LIKES
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HABITS & QUIRKS
- Nýchta will pick at his feathers and fur if he is anxious.
- He can fall asleep anywhere as long as it isn't too hot. He doesn't get much sleep during the summer.
- As his natural body is mostly covered in a feathery substance, Nýchta does not wear clothing. He will refuse all attempts to put anything on him.
- Don't tell anyone this, but his horns are extremely sensitive and can be grabbed to calm him down. Hugs work, too.
- Despite his mutual dislike for humans, Nýchta has been seen helping those in need during the winter. He always does it from afar and will blatantly deny everything if he is seen.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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He never found anything special with his creation. Perhaps that was because he was met with nothing but the cold, surrounded by white as snow fell gently around him. The only contrast came from the dark smudges of rocks and the neighboring mountains. He was alone. Without even a name of his own, the fledgling god wandered the frigid mountain range. His only company came in the form of the odd mountain goat and the scarce owls who called the mountain home. They could not speak to him, yet he found them easy to approach and win over. Years passed before the young god finally looked beyond the mountain range and noticed smudges of greens and browns along with a vast blue that met the sky. Daring to travel to the base of the mountain, he bid his companions goodbye.
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Only when his feet touched grass for the first time did he realize every step he took caused the ground to frost over. He left snowy white footprints wherever he tread, and he was fascinated to see the frost melting for the first time. It was disheartening, almost. Once the fascination faded away, he realized that this world beyond would not allow for his precious snow to thrive. The thought was pushed away to be pondered on at another time, allowing for curiosity to get the better of him as he strode across hills and plains toward a small area bustling with life. He soon found out that this was called a village and that its inhabitants were called humans.
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He wanted to be optimistic about these humans, especially since they spoke a language he could understand to a degree. Yet he was met with backlash as people looked to him in fear, eyeing his horns, his wings, his everything like he was some kind of monster. No one could say he did not try. He pushed back the fear and tried to make contact, tried to reach out to them. Yet they took one look at him and grabbed their weapons, crying out to alert the rest of the village that a monster was there.
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He fled.
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He did not look back until he was far away, until he was certain no one was following. Afraid and alone without even a goat or an owl for comfort, he sunk down against a tree and curled up. The area around him froze instantaneously, and churning clouds pulled overhead before unleashing a heavy and out of season snow storm.
[break][break]
Pulling himself together, the young god took to wandering once more. He tried several times to reach out to humans, but each reaction was always the same. They never appreciated his help or his gifts, and each time they pushed him away he could feel himself growing to resent them more and more. Why couldn't they be like the other creatures? Even the deer and squirrels in the forest were nicer than them. Even the wolves and the leopards allowed his presence.
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He had given up on humans until he met a single family in the dead of winter, cooped up in a small cabin and struggling to survive. Their little girl had been the one to reach out to him, spotting his contrasting form against the snow and running up to him. She was thin with her cheeks sunken in, yet a bright smile stretched on her lips as she stared up at him without a hint of fear. "Mister, can I touch your horns?" Taken aback, he could do nothing but oblige. He bent down and tucked his head, giving the young girl access to his horns.
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She was a chatter box and easily went on and on about herself and her family. She loved playing with dolls and watching the eggs from the bird that nested in her window hatch each spring. Her mother was ill but would sing her to sleep each night. Her father was a strong man who did what he could to put food on their table but would always find time to play tag with her in the evenings. She had a dog that she would slip her vegetables during the summer, but that dog had passed away just as winter crept upon them.
[break][break]
She would not say it, but she had gone weeks on little to no food. He later found that she had been giving most of her share to her mother and only eating what her parents forced her to. For once, he could feel his heart move for a human. Perhaps it was nothing more than sympathy for her cause, or perhaps it was the guilt that his beloved winter caused so much grief. He had learned the hard way that with winter came the death of crops and other plants alike, that not many people had the means necessary to keep warm. He had never once considered the consequences of that.
[break][break]
Bidding the little girl a brief farewell, he disappeared into the woods. He did not return until nightfall as he pressed his forehead against that of a large buck's. The deer slowly closed his eyes, accepting the request the young god had asked of him. The buck followed his slow steps before pausing a few feet away as the god lifted a hand covered in dark, feathery fur. Knocking on the door, it flung open almost immediately as the little girl lit up at the sight of the god and leaped forward to wrap her arms around his hips, bringing him into a hug.
[break][break]
He stilled, uncertain of what to make of the action. Dark eyes pulled up to the man that slowly made his way to the door, and just beyond he could see a sickly woman on a small bed. Both sets of eyes regarded him warily, but they seemed to dismiss the feeling as their daughter pulled away from the god and chattered on and on about how this was her new friend.
[break][break]
Friend. That's a nice word.
[break][break]
His gift of the dear lasted the family the remainder of the winter, and they were more than happy to let the young god reside within their home for as long as he wished. It was during one conversation at night with the mother that he found himself stumped when he was asked for a name. Unable to come up with an answer, he was met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch on his shoulder.
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"You came in the night, so how about we call you Nýchta?"
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Nýchta... He liked that.
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As winter turned to spring, Nýchta found himself unwilling to stay with the family any longer. He began to notice the mother's condition worsening, and he was not yet ready to deal with the inevitable death of a mortal soul. He promised the little girl that he would visit, but he found himself unable to keep that promise as he continued his wandering. A decade passed before he overheard a war on the horizon, and the battleground would stretch through the woodlands he had occupied all those years ago. Finally fulfilling his promise, he returned moments too late. The house was up in flames without the family in sight. A few so-called soldiers lingered around, drunk and merry as the sound of distant swords clashing and battle cries could be heard beyond the crackling fire.
[break][break]
Winter came early that year, forcing the troops to fall back or freeze. The blizzard was relentless, covering everything without caring who it impacted.
[break][break]
Nýchta returned to his wandering. He remained alone this time, keeping to himself and avoiding villages for nearly a century. The mourning was never really over, yet he was willing to try and try again. He was always turned away or chased out. He no longer knew what he was looking for or if why he was even searching to begin with. Perhaps he wanted something to restore his faith in humanity, something to remind him that there would always be someone out there who would accept who he was.
[break][break]
Yet he found nothing but the cold.
[break][break]
Nýchta decided to remain in areas known for long or nearly eternal winters for the longest time. He hid himself away on mountains, back to square one with only mountain goats, owls, and even some snow leopards for company. It was... nice. It was lonely. But he did not care anymore.
[break][break]
Only twenty years ago did he finally feel a pull to change locations once more. He could never quite explain it, but he found himself drifting to a place with all four seasons: Symphonia. Perhaps it was the presence of the other gods that called him there, but he never quite bothered to figure it out. He has remained more or less in isolation, unwilling to reach out once more.
He never found anything special with his creation. Perhaps that was because he was met with nothing but the cold, surrounded by white as snow fell gently around him. The only contrast came from the dark smudges of rocks and the neighboring mountains. He was alone. Without even a name of his own, the fledgling god wandered the frigid mountain range. His only company came in the form of the odd mountain goat and the scarce owls who called the mountain home. They could not speak to him, yet he found them easy to approach and win over. Years passed before the young god finally looked beyond the mountain range and noticed smudges of greens and browns along with a vast blue that met the sky. Daring to travel to the base of the mountain, he bid his companions goodbye.
[break][break]
Only when his feet touched grass for the first time did he realize every step he took caused the ground to frost over. He left snowy white footprints wherever he tread, and he was fascinated to see the frost melting for the first time. It was disheartening, almost. Once the fascination faded away, he realized that this world beyond would not allow for his precious snow to thrive. The thought was pushed away to be pondered on at another time, allowing for curiosity to get the better of him as he strode across hills and plains toward a small area bustling with life. He soon found out that this was called a village and that its inhabitants were called humans.
[break][break]
He wanted to be optimistic about these humans, especially since they spoke a language he could understand to a degree. Yet he was met with backlash as people looked to him in fear, eyeing his horns, his wings, his everything like he was some kind of monster. No one could say he did not try. He pushed back the fear and tried to make contact, tried to reach out to them. Yet they took one look at him and grabbed their weapons, crying out to alert the rest of the village that a monster was there.
[break][break]
He fled.
[break][break]
He did not look back until he was far away, until he was certain no one was following. Afraid and alone without even a goat or an owl for comfort, he sunk down against a tree and curled up. The area around him froze instantaneously, and churning clouds pulled overhead before unleashing a heavy and out of season snow storm.
[break][break]
Pulling himself together, the young god took to wandering once more. He tried several times to reach out to humans, but each reaction was always the same. They never appreciated his help or his gifts, and each time they pushed him away he could feel himself growing to resent them more and more. Why couldn't they be like the other creatures? Even the deer and squirrels in the forest were nicer than them. Even the wolves and the leopards allowed his presence.
[break][break]
He had given up on humans until he met a single family in the dead of winter, cooped up in a small cabin and struggling to survive. Their little girl had been the one to reach out to him, spotting his contrasting form against the snow and running up to him. She was thin with her cheeks sunken in, yet a bright smile stretched on her lips as she stared up at him without a hint of fear. "Mister, can I touch your horns?" Taken aback, he could do nothing but oblige. He bent down and tucked his head, giving the young girl access to his horns.
[break][break]
She was a chatter box and easily went on and on about herself and her family. She loved playing with dolls and watching the eggs from the bird that nested in her window hatch each spring. Her mother was ill but would sing her to sleep each night. Her father was a strong man who did what he could to put food on their table but would always find time to play tag with her in the evenings. She had a dog that she would slip her vegetables during the summer, but that dog had passed away just as winter crept upon them.
[break][break]
She would not say it, but she had gone weeks on little to no food. He later found that she had been giving most of her share to her mother and only eating what her parents forced her to. For once, he could feel his heart move for a human. Perhaps it was nothing more than sympathy for her cause, or perhaps it was the guilt that his beloved winter caused so much grief. He had learned the hard way that with winter came the death of crops and other plants alike, that not many people had the means necessary to keep warm. He had never once considered the consequences of that.
[break][break]
Bidding the little girl a brief farewell, he disappeared into the woods. He did not return until nightfall as he pressed his forehead against that of a large buck's. The deer slowly closed his eyes, accepting the request the young god had asked of him. The buck followed his slow steps before pausing a few feet away as the god lifted a hand covered in dark, feathery fur. Knocking on the door, it flung open almost immediately as the little girl lit up at the sight of the god and leaped forward to wrap her arms around his hips, bringing him into a hug.
[break][break]
He stilled, uncertain of what to make of the action. Dark eyes pulled up to the man that slowly made his way to the door, and just beyond he could see a sickly woman on a small bed. Both sets of eyes regarded him warily, but they seemed to dismiss the feeling as their daughter pulled away from the god and chattered on and on about how this was her new friend.
[break][break]
Friend. That's a nice word.
[break][break]
His gift of the dear lasted the family the remainder of the winter, and they were more than happy to let the young god reside within their home for as long as he wished. It was during one conversation at night with the mother that he found himself stumped when he was asked for a name. Unable to come up with an answer, he was met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch on his shoulder.
[break][break]
"You came in the night, so how about we call you Nýchta?"
[break][break]
Nýchta... He liked that.
[break][break]
As winter turned to spring, Nýchta found himself unwilling to stay with the family any longer. He began to notice the mother's condition worsening, and he was not yet ready to deal with the inevitable death of a mortal soul. He promised the little girl that he would visit, but he found himself unable to keep that promise as he continued his wandering. A decade passed before he overheard a war on the horizon, and the battleground would stretch through the woodlands he had occupied all those years ago. Finally fulfilling his promise, he returned moments too late. The house was up in flames without the family in sight. A few so-called soldiers lingered around, drunk and merry as the sound of distant swords clashing and battle cries could be heard beyond the crackling fire.
[break][break]
Winter came early that year, forcing the troops to fall back or freeze. The blizzard was relentless, covering everything without caring who it impacted.
[break][break]
Nýchta returned to his wandering. He remained alone this time, keeping to himself and avoiding villages for nearly a century. The mourning was never really over, yet he was willing to try and try again. He was always turned away or chased out. He no longer knew what he was looking for or if why he was even searching to begin with. Perhaps he wanted something to restore his faith in humanity, something to remind him that there would always be someone out there who would accept who he was.
[break][break]
Yet he found nothing but the cold.
[break][break]
Nýchta decided to remain in areas known for long or nearly eternal winters for the longest time. He hid himself away on mountains, back to square one with only mountain goats, owls, and even some snow leopards for company. It was... nice. It was lonely. But he did not care anymore.
[break][break]
Only twenty years ago did he finally feel a pull to change locations once more. He could never quite explain it, but he found himself drifting to a place with all four seasons: Symphonia. Perhaps it was the presence of the other gods that called him there, but he never quite bothered to figure it out. He has remained more or less in isolation, unwilling to reach out once more.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]MISCELLANEOUS
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HEIGHT // 5'11"
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BIRTHDAY // December 25th
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PETS // Almost every animal he comes across. He has a way with most animals, so you can expect him to befriend your dog or horse in a heartbeat. Don't be too heartbroken if they prefer running to Nýchta instead of you.
HEIGHT // 5'11"
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BIRTHDAY // December 25th
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PETS // Almost every animal he comes across. He has a way with most animals, so you can expect him to befriend your dog or horse in a heartbeat. Don't be too heartbroken if they prefer running to Nýchta instead of you.
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[b]OLIMPOS, hades[/b] as [i]nýchta[/i]
[b]OLIMPOS, hades[/b] as [i]nýchta[/i]
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