Post by Cayran on Aug 3, 2017 15:30:34 GMT -5
Name: Nyx
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult (late teens/ early twenties)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Leilanni – Mother, Vespetta – Twin Sister, Father Unknown (OPEN)
Appearance: Nyx is a very slender and androgynous tom. He’s a mostly black tom with a silver face and chest. The transition from black to silver is quite fluid thanks to the black hatching that trims around his face and chest. One of Nyx’s most interesting features are his eyes. One eye is silver, and the other is light blue. His mother attributes this mutation to his father’s mystical abilities, but there is no solid proof of that. Nyx’s face is very defined from his angular eyebrows to his square jaw and high cheek bones. In some ways, he looks somewhat feminine.
His headfur is slightly longer up top than it is around his ears, and he wears a silver choke-chain collar around his neck, and a silver stud is his nose from a self-piercing.
Human Appearance: Ezra Miller
Personality: Nyx is "fabulous" - I’m talking cock your head, snap your finger, lip smacking, glow stick waving fabulous. Like, every girl’s best friend fabulous. He has a certain swing to his hips when he walks (though trust me, his posture is perfect), and his lips are most always pursed flirtatiously, and one eyebrow cocked. He just reeks of glitter and cheap french perfume, but damn does he rock it well. Nyx is one of those “I’m here everybody!” sort of toms - he demands, wants and loves attention, and Lord knows he isn’t shy. He is very lively and forward, and even when he is in a meditative, relaxing state, he is still full of himself. The show never ends folks, and there is nothing modest about him. Granted, as flamboyant as he is, Nyx isn’t feminine. He won’t squeal, nor does he emphasis his “S’s”. His voice isn’t high pitched or soft like a queen’s - he's a pleasant tenor, and his laugh can be heard for miles.
Nyx is extremely careless. Not in the sense that he is lazy, oh no. Nyx just doesn’t care what you think. Not about him, his actions, nor the cats he affiliates himself with. Whatever. To him, there is not enough time in the day to concern himself with pleasing you, and no amount of weird looks directed his way, or gossipy whispers would ever make him second guess himself. If he finds you attractive, he’ll flirt. He’ll kiss you without thinking, and if you have a nice butt, he’ll smack it. Nyx says what he wants to say, and his opinions are always voiced, whether you care to hear them or not. It is almost as if he doesn’t have a filter. Actually, scratch that - he doesn’t have a filter. He’s unashamed, and whether or not that could be categorized as a branch of confidence, he’s definitely self-assured.
Nyx has daddy issues. They aren’t “daddy used to beat me, mommy” issues, but he lack of male on male contact growing up has caused him to become EXTRA touchy feel-y now, especially with toms. He hits on toms more than he does queens, and if he can get a tom to respond to his “needs,” he’ll lavish them with affection, and he’ll let them do what ever they want to him, too. Anything, just so he’s being touched and wanted. Additionally, Nyx doesn’t cry. Ever. He doesn’t know if he can. He remembers crying as a child, but he hasn’t done so in so long that he doesn’t know if it’s possible. If he’s upset over something, he’ll make a face and look as if he’s about to cry, but the likelihood of him actually shedding tears is slim. Even when he hurts himself, he knows the tears are there, but no matter the amount of pain he’s currently in, he’s just prone to holding back the water works. His mother tells him that it is because he won’t let himself become vulnerable, or susceptible to the full spectrum of “feelings,” but he doesn’t know.
Faults: Nyx is very judgmental and quick to waive you off if he finds you beneath him, or uninteresting. His doesn’t hide his dislike for you either. He is very expressive, and with one look you’ll know if he’s fed up with you or not. If he thinks you’re full of bullshit, he’ll scoff and tell you up front that you’re full of it, whether you actually are or not. He’s two things - if he likes you, he likes you, and he’ll lather you with affection and attention, but if he doesn’t like you, he has absolutely no time for you what-so-ever, and will waive you off without a second thought. In the same sense, he isn’t a patient tom - especially when it comes to children. If he is around a crying kitten, he’ll say “Oh God, please take it away.” He isn’t the parenting type, and will probably never be able to be a functioning parent. Don’t ask him to hold your kitten, babysit your child - don’t even expect him to think it is cute. He’s the sort that would give a mother a dirty look if their kids was crying in public, rather than offer them a supportive smile.
As friendly as Nyx can be, and as open as he is with his feelings and attractions, Nyx is still a young tom and can come of as immature. While he’ll never cry, he’s very emotional and quick to snap, make assumptions, and ruin any potential relationship. He’s not good at controlling his temper, and he gets offended easily. He definitely has a long way to go before he’s able to control his emotions, and part of his emotional instability comes from his past, but also his age and maybe even his insecurities. He’ll never lead you to believe he’s insecure due to his brashness, but he undoubtably is.
Describing word: Flamboyant.
History: Nyx and his twin sister, Vespetta, were the result of seduction. He doesn’t know how long his mother’s relationship with his father lasted, but he can easily guess who he inherited his flakiness from. He doesn’t even know if his father helped his mother birth them, but it happened with or without him. Shortly after they were born, his mother roamed the streets with him and his sister in tow for quite some time, but starvation amongst other things drove his mother into desperation. Nyx doesn’t know how long they went without a proper meal, but when one of Macavity’s goons (who obviously found her attractive) found them and offered them protection, Nyx remembers his mother dragging them to the warehouse without a second thought. Leilani, Nyx’s mother, pled her case to Macavity, and while she couldn’t offer much, Macavity was building his empire, and allowed them to stay.
For the longest time, Nyx didn’t venture far from the warehouse. While most left him alone, he was picked on for his size (being the runt between his sister and himself), and his androgynous and somewhat feminine features. Had it not been for his lack of feminine curves, Nyx could have been mistaken as a young princess, which caused his mother distress. She was already worried about Vespetta catching the attention of a hench as she grew and developed, so it didn’t help when Nyx raised questionable eyebrows and received pointed looks. He wasn’t a typical tom kit, and Leilani knew he’d bring about trouble.
In his early teens, Nyx began exploring. His personality began to blossom as did his interest in the world outside of the warehouse. Unbeknownst to his mother and even his twin, Nyx “befriended” one of the warehouse guards, who would let Nyx go and come freely; however, nothing in the warehouse is technically free. Either Nyx brought the guard back something useful, such as food or trinkets, or Nyx had to perform other “favors” for him. In his early teens, Nyx knew more about sex and pleasure than most twice his age, but seeing as how the guard never physically hurt him, at the time, Nyx didn’t realize what the guard was making him do was wrong. As he grew though, he learned. His friendliness towards the guard turned to bitterness, and smiles faded to scowls. While he loved attention from toms and enjoyed receiving what affection he did from them, he didn’t like how the guard forced himself on him. Nyx began resenting having to return to the warehouse after spending the day away, especially if he didn’t have anything to bring back, knowing what awaited him when he returned.
And so, Nyx began thinking about not returning. His only ties to the warehouse were his mother and sister - both of whom had no idea what was going on. The thoughts of leaving became even more enticing when Nyx befriended Bombalurina in one of his outings - a beautiful bombshell that was not only easy on the eyes but enjoyed having a good time swell. She was just as outgoing as him, and her living situation seemed far better than his. When Bomba mentioned him joining the jellicles, he was at first reluctant to leave his family behind; however, his mind was quickly changed when he attempted to tell his guard “buddy” no upon returning to the warehouse one night. He didn’t take to kindly to being told no, and rather than persuading Nyx gently as he had done before, Nyx received a bloody nose and was shoved into the wall before being forced to give the guard what he wanted.
It was the last straw. Nyx hated him. If his father was half the creep this guard was, he was glad he didn’t stick around. That night, Nyx tried desperately to get his mother and sister to leave with him, but both were too afraid to attempt the escape. It wasn’t leaving that frightened them - it was the possibility of getting caught by Macavity or one of the far more loyal benches down the road that neither of them cared to deal with. Despite his twin and mother attempts to plead with him to stay, Nyx left that night, and was snuck into the junkyard by Bombalurina. He stayed with her for a few days until he was granted sanctuary by Deuteronomy. At that point, Bomba helped him settle into his own den, where Nyx has comfortably been ever since.
Nyx’s time with the jellicles has been interesting to say the least. Some don’t quite know what to think of him, and some are off-put by his flamboyant personality. And while Nyx is the sort to roam the streets for days at a time - hanging with the sort most would avoid - Nyx always wanders back to the junkyard, baggage and such in tow.
RP Sample: The black tom felt sick to his stomach. Here they had just had sex, and his partner was already talking about flirting with queens this evening. Usually such a thing wouldn’t bother him, but Nyx was his. He felt like a possession that had served its purpose and was being quickly tossed to the side.
Gulping, Nyx sat up with his back to the tom. In the dim light of the room, nearly every bone in his spine was present as his body curled inwards, and both elbows rested against each knee awkwardly. He had an urge to work the kink out of his neck as he sat their in silent contemplation, but then he would be fidgeting, and he wasn’t the type to fidget. Fidgeting was a sign of nervousness and obvious discomfort, and Nyx wasn’t going to allow himself to express such emotions when he and sworn them off long ago.
”Go for it. I’m sure you’ll have one on each arm before the evening is over.” He tried to smile, but all he could offer him was a half assed smirk and a brief glance over the shoulder. ”I wouldn’t bring them here though. With my scent in the air, they’d be likely to think you slept around a lot or something.” He rose from the bed and casually ran his hands over the curves of his body to smooth out any stray strands of fur that happened to pop out during their physical engagement. Once satisfied with his overall appearance, Nyx began towards the door, pressing his back against it once there. Slinder black fingers curled around the knob, itching for a quick escape.
”We wouldn’t want the princesses thinking that, now would we? I better go and make my scent a little less noticeable. Good luck in your endeavors this evening.” Nyx winked despite his anger. That was what it was…anger. Anger and disappointment. He had no right to feel such, but he did.
Comments: Nyx is bisexual, meaning he has eyes for both toms and queens, and doesn't hesitate to show interest in either.
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult (late teens/ early twenties)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Leilanni – Mother, Vespetta – Twin Sister, Father Unknown (OPEN)
Appearance: Nyx is a very slender and androgynous tom. He’s a mostly black tom with a silver face and chest. The transition from black to silver is quite fluid thanks to the black hatching that trims around his face and chest. One of Nyx’s most interesting features are his eyes. One eye is silver, and the other is light blue. His mother attributes this mutation to his father’s mystical abilities, but there is no solid proof of that. Nyx’s face is very defined from his angular eyebrows to his square jaw and high cheek bones. In some ways, he looks somewhat feminine.
His headfur is slightly longer up top than it is around his ears, and he wears a silver choke-chain collar around his neck, and a silver stud is his nose from a self-piercing.
Human Appearance: Ezra Miller
Personality: Nyx is "fabulous" - I’m talking cock your head, snap your finger, lip smacking, glow stick waving fabulous. Like, every girl’s best friend fabulous. He has a certain swing to his hips when he walks (though trust me, his posture is perfect), and his lips are most always pursed flirtatiously, and one eyebrow cocked. He just reeks of glitter and cheap french perfume, but damn does he rock it well. Nyx is one of those “I’m here everybody!” sort of toms - he demands, wants and loves attention, and Lord knows he isn’t shy. He is very lively and forward, and even when he is in a meditative, relaxing state, he is still full of himself. The show never ends folks, and there is nothing modest about him. Granted, as flamboyant as he is, Nyx isn’t feminine. He won’t squeal, nor does he emphasis his “S’s”. His voice isn’t high pitched or soft like a queen’s - he's a pleasant tenor, and his laugh can be heard for miles.
Nyx is extremely careless. Not in the sense that he is lazy, oh no. Nyx just doesn’t care what you think. Not about him, his actions, nor the cats he affiliates himself with. Whatever. To him, there is not enough time in the day to concern himself with pleasing you, and no amount of weird looks directed his way, or gossipy whispers would ever make him second guess himself. If he finds you attractive, he’ll flirt. He’ll kiss you without thinking, and if you have a nice butt, he’ll smack it. Nyx says what he wants to say, and his opinions are always voiced, whether you care to hear them or not. It is almost as if he doesn’t have a filter. Actually, scratch that - he doesn’t have a filter. He’s unashamed, and whether or not that could be categorized as a branch of confidence, he’s definitely self-assured.
Nyx has daddy issues. They aren’t “daddy used to beat me, mommy” issues, but he lack of male on male contact growing up has caused him to become EXTRA touchy feel-y now, especially with toms. He hits on toms more than he does queens, and if he can get a tom to respond to his “needs,” he’ll lavish them with affection, and he’ll let them do what ever they want to him, too. Anything, just so he’s being touched and wanted. Additionally, Nyx doesn’t cry. Ever. He doesn’t know if he can. He remembers crying as a child, but he hasn’t done so in so long that he doesn’t know if it’s possible. If he’s upset over something, he’ll make a face and look as if he’s about to cry, but the likelihood of him actually shedding tears is slim. Even when he hurts himself, he knows the tears are there, but no matter the amount of pain he’s currently in, he’s just prone to holding back the water works. His mother tells him that it is because he won’t let himself become vulnerable, or susceptible to the full spectrum of “feelings,” but he doesn’t know.
Faults: Nyx is very judgmental and quick to waive you off if he finds you beneath him, or uninteresting. His doesn’t hide his dislike for you either. He is very expressive, and with one look you’ll know if he’s fed up with you or not. If he thinks you’re full of bullshit, he’ll scoff and tell you up front that you’re full of it, whether you actually are or not. He’s two things - if he likes you, he likes you, and he’ll lather you with affection and attention, but if he doesn’t like you, he has absolutely no time for you what-so-ever, and will waive you off without a second thought. In the same sense, he isn’t a patient tom - especially when it comes to children. If he is around a crying kitten, he’ll say “Oh God, please take it away.” He isn’t the parenting type, and will probably never be able to be a functioning parent. Don’t ask him to hold your kitten, babysit your child - don’t even expect him to think it is cute. He’s the sort that would give a mother a dirty look if their kids was crying in public, rather than offer them a supportive smile.
As friendly as Nyx can be, and as open as he is with his feelings and attractions, Nyx is still a young tom and can come of as immature. While he’ll never cry, he’s very emotional and quick to snap, make assumptions, and ruin any potential relationship. He’s not good at controlling his temper, and he gets offended easily. He definitely has a long way to go before he’s able to control his emotions, and part of his emotional instability comes from his past, but also his age and maybe even his insecurities. He’ll never lead you to believe he’s insecure due to his brashness, but he undoubtably is.
Describing word: Flamboyant.
History: Nyx and his twin sister, Vespetta, were the result of seduction. He doesn’t know how long his mother’s relationship with his father lasted, but he can easily guess who he inherited his flakiness from. He doesn’t even know if his father helped his mother birth them, but it happened with or without him. Shortly after they were born, his mother roamed the streets with him and his sister in tow for quite some time, but starvation amongst other things drove his mother into desperation. Nyx doesn’t know how long they went without a proper meal, but when one of Macavity’s goons (who obviously found her attractive) found them and offered them protection, Nyx remembers his mother dragging them to the warehouse without a second thought. Leilani, Nyx’s mother, pled her case to Macavity, and while she couldn’t offer much, Macavity was building his empire, and allowed them to stay.
For the longest time, Nyx didn’t venture far from the warehouse. While most left him alone, he was picked on for his size (being the runt between his sister and himself), and his androgynous and somewhat feminine features. Had it not been for his lack of feminine curves, Nyx could have been mistaken as a young princess, which caused his mother distress. She was already worried about Vespetta catching the attention of a hench as she grew and developed, so it didn’t help when Nyx raised questionable eyebrows and received pointed looks. He wasn’t a typical tom kit, and Leilani knew he’d bring about trouble.
In his early teens, Nyx began exploring. His personality began to blossom as did his interest in the world outside of the warehouse. Unbeknownst to his mother and even his twin, Nyx “befriended” one of the warehouse guards, who would let Nyx go and come freely; however, nothing in the warehouse is technically free. Either Nyx brought the guard back something useful, such as food or trinkets, or Nyx had to perform other “favors” for him. In his early teens, Nyx knew more about sex and pleasure than most twice his age, but seeing as how the guard never physically hurt him, at the time, Nyx didn’t realize what the guard was making him do was wrong. As he grew though, he learned. His friendliness towards the guard turned to bitterness, and smiles faded to scowls. While he loved attention from toms and enjoyed receiving what affection he did from them, he didn’t like how the guard forced himself on him. Nyx began resenting having to return to the warehouse after spending the day away, especially if he didn’t have anything to bring back, knowing what awaited him when he returned.
And so, Nyx began thinking about not returning. His only ties to the warehouse were his mother and sister - both of whom had no idea what was going on. The thoughts of leaving became even more enticing when Nyx befriended Bombalurina in one of his outings - a beautiful bombshell that was not only easy on the eyes but enjoyed having a good time swell. She was just as outgoing as him, and her living situation seemed far better than his. When Bomba mentioned him joining the jellicles, he was at first reluctant to leave his family behind; however, his mind was quickly changed when he attempted to tell his guard “buddy” no upon returning to the warehouse one night. He didn’t take to kindly to being told no, and rather than persuading Nyx gently as he had done before, Nyx received a bloody nose and was shoved into the wall before being forced to give the guard what he wanted.
It was the last straw. Nyx hated him. If his father was half the creep this guard was, he was glad he didn’t stick around. That night, Nyx tried desperately to get his mother and sister to leave with him, but both were too afraid to attempt the escape. It wasn’t leaving that frightened them - it was the possibility of getting caught by Macavity or one of the far more loyal benches down the road that neither of them cared to deal with. Despite his twin and mother attempts to plead with him to stay, Nyx left that night, and was snuck into the junkyard by Bombalurina. He stayed with her for a few days until he was granted sanctuary by Deuteronomy. At that point, Bomba helped him settle into his own den, where Nyx has comfortably been ever since.
Nyx’s time with the jellicles has been interesting to say the least. Some don’t quite know what to think of him, and some are off-put by his flamboyant personality. And while Nyx is the sort to roam the streets for days at a time - hanging with the sort most would avoid - Nyx always wanders back to the junkyard, baggage and such in tow.
RP Sample: The black tom felt sick to his stomach. Here they had just had sex, and his partner was already talking about flirting with queens this evening. Usually such a thing wouldn’t bother him, but Nyx was his. He felt like a possession that had served its purpose and was being quickly tossed to the side.
Gulping, Nyx sat up with his back to the tom. In the dim light of the room, nearly every bone in his spine was present as his body curled inwards, and both elbows rested against each knee awkwardly. He had an urge to work the kink out of his neck as he sat their in silent contemplation, but then he would be fidgeting, and he wasn’t the type to fidget. Fidgeting was a sign of nervousness and obvious discomfort, and Nyx wasn’t going to allow himself to express such emotions when he and sworn them off long ago.
”Go for it. I’m sure you’ll have one on each arm before the evening is over.” He tried to smile, but all he could offer him was a half assed smirk and a brief glance over the shoulder. ”I wouldn’t bring them here though. With my scent in the air, they’d be likely to think you slept around a lot or something.” He rose from the bed and casually ran his hands over the curves of his body to smooth out any stray strands of fur that happened to pop out during their physical engagement. Once satisfied with his overall appearance, Nyx began towards the door, pressing his back against it once there. Slinder black fingers curled around the knob, itching for a quick escape.
”We wouldn’t want the princesses thinking that, now would we? I better go and make my scent a little less noticeable. Good luck in your endeavors this evening.” Nyx winked despite his anger. That was what it was…anger. Anger and disappointment. He had no right to feel such, but he did.
Comments: Nyx is bisexual, meaning he has eyes for both toms and queens, and doesn't hesitate to show interest in either.
