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DM Handle: Matalina

Contact Info: matalina@gmail.com

Character Count: 0

 

Name: Nox (Doesn’t know his real name)

Age: 25

Nationality: Doesn’t know (Arafael)

 

Description:

Nox has short cropped chesnut colored hair with large brown eyes framed with dark lush lashes. He is tall, (6ft) and thin, nearly under weight even though he gets 3 squares a day. Nox always wears black since he was brought to the Farm even if he is out of uniform which contrast starkly against his pale skin. Nox has a scar down his right cheek which he received from a girls lover he’d been found in bed with. It had been an accident as he climbed out the window the pane of glass broke and Nox cut himself as he slide half naked out the now broken window. His left leg is a mangled burn scar from his early days from a fire he barely escaped from.

 

Personality:

Nox flirts with everyone. He always wears a smile to cover his anxiety and depression. The taint from Saidin twisted his mental illness into paranoia and conspiracy theories. Nox is mostly right most of the time, but the same things that triggered his anxiety and depression now trigger the paranoia and conspiracy. To combat his triggers Nox keeps to a rigid schedule of daily activities which also includes dietary restrictions. Nox thrives on order but not cleanliness which could be misconstrued by his continually putting things into the correct place.

 

History:

Nox doesn’t remember his mother or father. He knew he had to have one, but he’d been living on the streets since his earliest memory and there were no adults around in those memories. It was always just a bunch of kids stealing food from market stalls or open windows. He was never leader of their little gang, but all the younger boys seemed to follow him even at that young age. He seemed to have all the fun.

 

Because he didn’t remember his parents he didn’t know his name, and one thing people kept saying about him when he was too young to remember was he was such an obnoxious baby. Crying all the time. So eventually they just started calling him Nox. It’s the only name he ever knew. Though he was sure he had one at one point.

 

Nox grew up stealing food, clothes and blankets mostly, but every once and a while they would try their hands at picking pockets for gold or silver. But Nox preferred only to take what the needed - they all did.

 

There was always the worry about where they would get their next meal which caused Nox to often sit in the corner of whatever sty they were staying in at the time rocking back and forth until he could get a handle on the anxiety that people were counting on him and if he didn’t get food they would all starve.

 

Nox learned early that if he kept to a schedule, nabbed from the same store or stalls in the area at the same time, in the same order, the same thing. But never enough that he would give his pretense away he could keep most of the anxiety away. Nox always had to be busy doing something if he wasn’t sleeping.

 

The streets were hard living, but it was the only living Nox knew. So when they had tried to pick the pocket of a man in a black coat Nox got caught. The man picked Nox up by the hand he had caught in his pocket. “What are you doing boy?”

 

He was afraid. Someone was touching him - a stranger. Someone he didn’t want touching him and his anxiety spiked sending him into a panic attack. His heart raced, his palms sweated, he shivered but was burning up, and his breathe was quick. He passed out with the man still holding on to him. (point of reference he is 13 here but doesn’t know how old he is)

 

Nox was thirteen at the time and when he woke up he found himself in a nice inn which pulled his anxiety again and in his panic something weird happened. The bedding caught fire. It burned quickly - with a life of its own. It wicked up his leg but the blanket was tangled around his body from a restless sleep. The fire raced up his leg, melting the fabric and his skin along with it.

 

It was either the smell or the screams from Nox that brought in the man in black. He looked at Nox with a frown and then the fire was out and the man was trying to call Nox. Between the pain and the panic attack that had started it all Nox passed out again.

The next time he woke it was in a slat bed made of straw but was relatively comfortable for what it was. There were clothes draped over a chair - all black. The color tickled his memory. There were sounds outside that Nox couldn’t quite make out. He was dressed in nothing but small clothes and a bandage that ran the length of his leg. The fire and the man in black jumped into his memory.

 

A gentle wrap at the door was the only warning Nox had. He wasn’t shy but he pulled the blanket up around him as the stranger walked in. It was the man in black. “My name is Adrim Daenan. I am an Asha’man. Would you like to enlighten me to what happened in my room?”

 

Nox shook his head. “I don’t know.”

 

Adrim nodded. “As I suspected. You will stay here and learn to control that ability with in you. You will become Asha’man as a means of repayment for your deeds.”

“But…” Nox started but the look on Adrim’s face cut him off. There was no choice in the matter.

 

So for the next few years Nox set about on a rigid schedule of chores, classes and learning weapons. Nox’s classes weren’t all about this unique gift called Saidin. The slippery slick goop on top of it was called Taint, and it would make you mad eventually. So all those people who called him crazy before would eventually be right. Nox would go mad because he couldn’t help himself. Saidin called to him.

 

It begged to be used but at first he wasn’t allowed to touch it unless there was a Dedicated around. He was only a Soldier.

Touching Saidin was like heaven - almost better than sex but the same amount of work as turning a trick. He’d done that often enough to get a few extra coins to buy a hot meal for him and his friends. Nox often wondered how they were doing without him. One day he might have to go looking for them.

 

Seizing saidin was hard work. It left Nox sweating and his heart racing but it was the best feeling in the world.

 

But Saidin wasn’t the only thing he was learning. Nox was also learning to read. Adrim thought it was important he be able to study from books, or read for pleasure. It was more work learning his words and numbers than it was wielding a weapon or seizing saidin. Nox often found himself rocking in the corner of his bedroom because his teachers were frustrated with him.

 

Eventually Nox learned enough of the quarterstaff, his words and numbers, and how to seize saidin that he moved into Dedicated. He was even given his own student to teach. That was the hardest part of being a Dedicated. Nox never felt good enough at teaching them, but three of his students were Dedicated faster than many others because Nox taught methodically. Everything in strict order. Granted those Dedicated also rose to Asha’man faster than Nox had. But he didn’t mind. He wasn’t ready. Not because they didn’t think he was. Nox knew. Being Asha’man was not easy. Going off the farm that wouldn’t be good. The looks people give you when you were the black coat and the pins.

 

But Nox did move up to Asha’man. He still taught on and off. But he preferred to be out and about recruiting more men like him. Nox was celebrating his twelfth year since coming to the Farm this year. It was his only date he really knew, he didn’t know when he was born. So he figured he might as well just tell people he was 12. It was always a great conversational piece.

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Seems @Jagen Sedai caught a snafu in my biography with the timeline.  So per @Taymist I am posting the revised bio. The most drastic change has been italicized.

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DM Handle: Matalina

Contact Info: matalina@gmail.com

Character Count: 0

 

Name: Nox (Doesn’t know his real name)

Age: 25

Nationality: Doesn’t know (Arafael)

 

Description: 

Nox has short cropped chesnut colored hair with large brown eyes framed with dark lush lashes. He is tall, (6ft) and thin, nearly under weight even though he gets 3 squares a day. Nox always wears black since he was brought to the Farm even if he is out of uniform which contrast starkly against his pale skin. Nox has a scar down his right cheek which he received from a girls lover he’d been found in bed with. It had been an accident as he climbed out the window the pane of glass broke and Nox cut himself as he slide half naked out the now broken window. His left leg is a mangled burn scar a fire he barely escaped from.

 

Personality: 

Nox flirts with everyone. He always wears a smile to cover his anxiety and depression. The taint from Saidin twisted his mental illness into paranoia and conspiracy theories. Nox is mostly right most of the time, but there same things that triggered his anxiety and depression now trigger the paranoia and conspiracy. To combat his triggers Nox keeps to a rigid schedule of daily activities which also includes dietary restrictions. Nox thrives on order but not cleanliness which could be misconstrued by his continually putting things into the correct place.

 

History:

Nox doesn’t remember his mother or father. He knew he had to have one, but he’d been living on the streets since his earliest memory and there were no adults around in those memories. It was always just a bunch of kids stealing food from market stalls or open windows. He was never leader of their little gang, but all the younger boys seemed to follow him even at that young age. He seemed to have all the fun.

 

Because he didn’t remember his parents he didn’t know his name, and one thing people kept saying about him when he was too young to remember was he was such an obnoxious baby. Crying all the time. So eventually they just started calling him Nox. It’s the only name he ever knew. Though he was sure he had one at one point.

Nox grew up stealing food, clothes and blankets mostly, but every once and a while they would try their hands at picking pockets for gold or silver. But Nox preferred only to take what the needed - they all did.

 

There was always the worry about where they would get their next meal which caused Nox to often sit in the corner of whatever sty they were staying in at the time rocking back and forth until he could get a handle on the anxiety that people were counting on him and if he didn’t get food they would all starve. 

 

Nox learned early that if he kept to a schedule, nabbed from the same store or stalls in the area at the same time, in the same order, the same thing. But never enough that he would give his pretense away he could keep most of the anxiety away. Nox always had to be busy doing something if he wasn’t sleeping.

 

The streets were hard living, but it was the only living Nox knew. So when they had tried to pick the pocket of a man in a black coat Nox got caught. The man picked Nox up by the hand he had caught in his pocket. “What are you doing boy?”

 

He was afraid. Someone was touching him - a stranger. Someone he didn’t want touching him and his anxiety spiked sending him into a panic attack. His heart raced, his palms sweated, he shivered but was burning up, and his breathe was quick. He passed out with the man still holding on to him. (point of reference he is 13 here but doesn’t know how old he is)

 

Nox woke up he found himself in a worse place than he lived. He was lying on the cold floor when a man walked in. He sneered at him. “You’ll pay for trying to steal from me boy.”

 

And paying meant working for him. His name was Al’tar and he worked a brothel and a big business in information sharing. And he put Nox’s pretty face to work wherever he was needed. Didn’t matter if he was scrounging information or selling his body. He didn’t like either but it Al’tar let him do his own thing and kept him and his friends feed. It was worth it all in the end.

 

Nox grew up with next to nothing, but he wasn’t ashamed of himself or his past. It was what it was and Al’tar was growing old and he’d eventually pass and Nox might be able to escape the grasp he held over him once it was gone completely. But it was another man in black that changed Nox’s life. He’d come wearing normal clothes looking for a young male companion  for the night. He’d picked Nox out of the crowd long before he ever reached his destination. It had surprised Nox, but he was a tender lover and Nox enjoyed his attentions. He was comfortable in his presence and that lead to a long night shared - some free of charge. Nox fell asleep in his bed in a nice inn instead of the brothel. 

 

Nox woke the next morning in a strange place which pulled his anxiety and in his panic something weird happened. The bedding caught fire. It burned quickly - with a life of its own. It wicked up his leg but the blanket was tangled around his body from a restless sleep. The fire raced up his leg, melting the fabric and his skin along with it.

 

It was either the smell or the screams from Nox that brought in the man he’d been with before all dressed in black. He looked at Nox with a frown and then the fire was out and the man was trying to calm Nox. Between the pain and the panic attack that had started it all Nox passed.

 

The next time he woke it was in a slat bed made of straw but was relatively comfortable for what it was. There were clothes draped over a chair - all black. The color tickled his memory. There were sounds outside that Nox couldn’t quite make out. He was dressed in nothing but small clothes and a bandage that ran the length of his leg. The fire and the man in black jumped into his memory.

 

A gentle wrap at the door was the only warning Nox had. He wasn’t shy but he pulled the blanket up around him as the stranger walked in. It was the man in black. “My name is Adrim Daenan. I am an Asha’man. Would you like to enlighten me to what happened in my room?”

 

Nox shook his head. “I don’t know.”

 

Adrim nodded. “As I suspected. You will stay here and learn to control that ability with in you. You will become Asha’man as a means of repayment for your deeds.”

 

“But Al’tar…” Nox started but the look on Adrim’s face cut him off. There was no choice in the matter.

Adrim smiled, “Your debt to the man is paid in full and then some.” 

 

So for the next few months Nox set about on a rigid schedule of chores, classes and learning weapons. Nox’s classes weren’t all about this unique gift called Saidin. The slippery slick goop on top of it was called Taint, and it would make you mad eventually. So all those people who called him crazy before would eventually be right. Nox would go mad because he couldn’t help himself. Saidin called to him. 

 

It begged to be used but at first he wasn’t allowed to touch it unless there was a Dedicated around. He was only a Soldier.

 

Touching Saidin was like heaven - almost better than sex but the same amount of work as turning a trick. He’d done that often enough to get a few extra coins to buy a hot meal for him and his friends. Nox often wondered how they were doing without him. One day he might have to go looking for them.

 

Seizing saidin was hard work. It left Nox sweating and his heart racing but it was the best feeling in the world. 

But Saidin wasn’t the only thing he was learning. Nox was also learning to read. Adrim thought it was important he be able to study from books, or read for pleasure. It was more work learning his words and numbers than it was wielding a weapon or seizing saidin. Nox often found himself rocking in the corner of his bedroom because his teachers were frustrated with him.

 

Eventually Nox learned enough of the quarterstaff, his words and numbers, and how to seize saidin that he moved into Dedicated. He was even given his own student to teach. That was the hardest part of being a Dedicated. Nox never felt good enough at teaching them, but three of his students were Dedicated faster than many others because Nox taught methodically. Everything in strict order. Granted those Dedicated also rose to Asha’man faster than Nox had. But he didn’t mind. He wasn’t ready. Not because they didn’t think he was. Nox knew. Being Asha’man was not easy. Going off the farm that wouldn’t be good. The looks people give you when you were the black coat and the pins.

 

But Nox did move up to Asha’man. He still taught on and off. But he preferred to be out and about recruiting more men like him. 

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