Post by nykchun on Feb 1, 2011 17:57:50 GMT -8
Chun, Chiang-Nyk, Ning-Ching
Demigod
0 Years at Camp
Age: 17
Daughter of Nyx
Appearance:Demigod
0 Years at Camp
Age: 17
Daughter of Nyx
Eye(s): Nyk has a pair of medium green eyes that have a bit of a shine to them. They’re not a green that you normally see in people’s eyes. They tend to be described as a ‘nature green’. Like a leaf that has had a good amount of water and is healthy. But they tend to have a shine to them, showing that she still has some sort of life to her. But upon her being angry, they can darken and you can be sure that she means every word that she’s saying.
Hair: Nyk has natural wavy, blonde hair. But in the last, almost two years, she’s taken to dying it dark red. Most days she just tosses some gel in it and lets it sit in it’s natural wavy state. But if she feels like it, she’ll go through the pain of straightening it. Her hair is a short medium length, just enough to cover the back of her neck.
Height: Against all odds, Nyk isn’t very tall. She stands at five feet four inches when barefoot.
Build Type: Nyk is small in height, but she is pretty much all muscle. It’s quite obvious that she’s female from the curves of her body. She is very lithe and quick on her feet.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s):
Actually, that’s a tricky subject. Up until she was ‘found’, Nyk thought that Sinell Branell was her birth mother. And she has no clue who her father is.
Other Family:
‘Adoptive Mother’: Sinell Branell. Sinell adopted Nyk and never informed her that she really wasn’t her daughter. When Nyk was thirteen, Sinell committed suicide when she was intoxicated, stood over a bridge, and shot herself in the head.
Jiang was Sinell’s boyfriend and a sort of father figure to the kids. Nyk was seven when he burned to death in a grocery store fire.
‘Maternal Uncle’: Jaylell Branell. Jaylell was the younger brother to Sinell and when she took off on her children, he took them right in. Jaylell was twenty six when he took custody of the kids and was twenty nine when he was hit by a drunk driver, laid in acoma for three days and finally died.
Older Brother: Tyran Ting-Ching Chun. Tyran was three years older than Nyk and the best part of her. No matter where they were living, what was going on, or how bad things were; they were the only stable thing in each other’s lives. Nyk was sixteen, Tyran nineteen; when Tyran was murdered in front of her.
Shifu knew Nyk and Tyran since Tyran was born. And became their guardian from Nyk’s ages of ten to fourteen. He was more than just a martial arts teacher to them. He took care of them, helped to raise them and teach them to be good people, regardless of the streets they were coming from. He made sure that they saw there was another way of living, even if they couldn’t see it in their hood.
Pets: N/A
Brief History:
Born on the West Side of Chicago Illinois, Nyk and Tyran were abused by their mother and found it safer to be out on the streets when she was home. Her mother informed them that they were each just one drunken night, so they will never know who their biological father is. Which was an obvious lie, but she never informed them that they were adopted so she could cash in on them.
Their mother had always been in love with Jiang Chun and the man also loved Sinell, but he also loved the children and he did his best to be a good father to them. But there is no question that he could had done a lot better for them.
With all of the parents money going to bills, boozes and drugs, Nyk and Tyran learned from their friends the basics of; stealing from stores, stealing cars, pick pocketing, street card scams, the basic slide of hand and street scams that most kids will pull off if they have no proper guidance.
Their Shifu let them work at the school, cleaning up, stock, washing towels in order to pay for their classes. They were told by Jiang that it was ‘family tradition’ to start martial arts training at four years old and competitions at six years old. The two young children never questioned who’s ‘family tradition’ this was, and just abided by it. The competitions were also used to help get money to keep the schools running since they are all held in bad neighborhoods in many countries.
Sometimes the students will also enter dance competitions and use the money to help the school. The school is the only place many kids have to go that is Sanctuary. No gang runs the land the school is on and it’s considered ‘neutral’ and all students enforce this rule. No gangs are allowed to fight on the premises.
When Nyk was seven and Tyran ten, Chun Jiang burned in a fire. Two days after Jiang’s death their mother packed her things while the kids were home and left.
The two kids were sent to Brazil to live with their Uncle Jaylell. At the young age of twenty-six he took them on and loved them from day one. It took them a month to give him a chance, being angry at their mother, switching countries, languages and their entire lives being changed. But the way that he got them to open up, was martial arts. While there was no WuShu schools in Brazil, he helped to teach them Capoeira, a Brazilian martial art. The two kids signed up at a school that he attended and the two kids did very well.
It was the first time they were a family, an odd family consisting of an uncle, niece and nephew, but a family. They were still in a rough neighborhood, but they were living near the ocean and a forest and somehow felt at home with their Uncle. The two would spend many nights outside because it was the first time they could see the stars.
Even though it was the first time they were a family and trusted their guardian’s choices that they felt safe; the two were far from being good little kids. They always stood up for those who couldn’t, even if they didn’t know them. They also didn’t tolerate bullying and ended up being kicked out of a school for fighting in defense of a friend.
But it wasn’t just this, there was something inside of them that wanted to run, fight, it wanted to breathe. When they were active, pushing themselves, their adrenaline pumping, they felt, normal. The two were use to an active life and just because they were now in their second life, this trait of theirs wouldn’t suddenly end.
Taking care of two kids was hard for the young man who was suppose to be settling down with a wife and a stable job he could retire on. With no one in their family ever having a lot of money the kids already knew what it meant when the gas was turned off. Tyran had always loved to work on cars and raised Nyk in teaching her. Tyran worked in an auto shop doing some cleaning and some stock work. Nyk turned to random odd jobs, helping at a bait shop, fishing, brushing horses, cleaning up after some farm animals. Anything to help out her family.
A few months after Nyk turned ten, Tyran was thirteen, Jaylell so young at twenty-nine was coming home late one night and was hit by a drunk driver and fell into a coma. Nyk and Tyran never left his side although they were suppose to leave after visiting hours. But being raised with the ways of sneak and creep there was no way they were going to leave him alone. One good thing they learned on the streets; no one gets left behind, especially your own. After three days of Jaylell being a coma they stood in the doorway watching him die as the doctors pounded his chest trying to bring him back.
This was not the first loss of someone close to them and would be far from the last.
After their Uncle’s death they were sent to Hong Kong to be taken custody by their Shifu who was now running his martial art studio in another bad neighborhood. The two kids couldn’t continue Capoeira in Hong Kong, so they continued their training in WuShu, the martial art their Shifu had raised them in. But the two still practiced what they had learned in Brazil and incorporated it into their fighting techniques, giving them a good edge.
To keep the kids busy, during the summers they worked full time at an auto shop and part time during school. Their love for cars didn’t stop at fixing them, they each love to drive fast and are great at it. Regardless of their age, their good vision and reflexes helped them do street racing. Their Shifu sees both sides to this, they love it and it's illegal. But his main concern is for their well being and supports them to make wise decisions for themselves.
When Nyk was thirteen and Tyran sixteen they received a letter saying that their mother committed suicide when she was intoxicated. The two were saddened by this, but had long considered their mother dead since she abandoned them. But their Shifu looked further into her death, trying to give them more closure and found out that she got drunk, stood over a bridge and shot herself in the head. It took over eight months for word to reach the kids that their mother was officially dead.
At the age of Nyk being fourteen and Tyran seventeen; their Shifu died of old age. The only person they have known who has died of natural causes.
With no one else left to take care of them, the two up and moved into a small apartment in a near by neighborhood and began to take care of each other. They were already use to working and going to school, and being as close as they are, they helped to keep each other in line and continue on. After all, it’s not that hard to get lost in the system, especially when you’re a street kid of three different countries.
Through some neutral friends the two began to slowly pick up on underground fights. It was all right money and it helped, but they were still barely making it and soon becoming tired of working as many hours as they could after school and into the night at the auto shop.
Growing up with some friends who are thieves, the two began to steal some things like; jewelry, paintings, discs, in order to make their own bills. Stealing and fighting came easier to them since they had grown up knowing ‘slide of hand’ and had people to help them out. But the two tried to be as good as possible and not hurt anyone; only steal. But there was no denying they found it a bit exciting to be crawling around when no one suspects them. Strategizing and working together to accomplish their objective.
It was on a thievery job when the two were being pinned down from security of a small museum that Nyk began to really wish that it were darker so they could more easily sneak out without the security being able to see them. They were stuck hiding behind a vehicle, only fifty feet from being able to get away when Nyk became focused to find a way out when the area around them began to get quite darker. The security were stumbling around and Nyk felt the sudden tug of her brother’s hand and they were working on getting out. Noticing that her brother was about to run into something, she took the lead and guided them out.
It would take until she was near fifteen that the two would notice this little, ability, of Nyk’s. Being able to make about a circumference of about fifty feet complete and utter darkness, but Nyk can still see as if it were daytime.
Two years later when Tyran was nineteen and Nyk sixteen; Tyran was shot twice by a drive by who was aiming for the unknown gangbanger walking near Tyran. Nyk saw it all happen and held her big brother in her arms as she watched the best part of her slowly suffer and die.
After her brothers death she never again competed in martial art competitions because they were always something between the two of them and she didn’t want the last memory of her competing to be without him. A part of it was she didn’t want to look out in the stands and be reminded she’s all that’s left.
For one month afterwards Nyk didn’t say a word to anyone; there was nothing to say. But slowly she began a little routine to get through school and work. It was easy to be lost in the system but after three months she needed a change. A new life was only beginning for her and she needed to once again move to keep herself from being put in the system. They had done some competitions in South Korea and she enjoyed her visits there. Plus she already knew the language, so she figured that was a big enough change for her to get a new start in this new life. She used their gang contacts to move to South Korea under an alias of Chun Tae Ji. (It is consider a tremendous crime in the Asian culture to change your last name and being raised with the Asian culture she never has. Although the last name of Chun is extremely common in both nationalities.) Once again moving to another bad neighborhood because that’s what she could afford and her Korean gang contracts were there to help her finish the deal.
With this move, Nyk knew that another life was beginning for her and she wanted another sort of change. It was with this that Nyk decided to cut her long, wavy, blonde hair to be short and dyed it red. No one in South Korea knows that she is a natural blonde.
After moving to Korea she got a job being a bike messenger, finding that it got her inside to do reckon for stealing. She stepped up the game of stealing to pay off hers and Tyran’s bills they had ran up. After all, having to bury someone is extremely expensive, so is switching countries. She’s kept things low and only uses the money she makes from stealing to make the bills and not get behind on the payments to the gangs that she owes money to. Even though she’s only borrowed money from people that she’s been friends with for a number of years and won’t come to break her right arm if she misses a payment. She still has to stay on top of things because she’s grown up watching how easy it is to get so lost in payments that you become owned.
Now at seventeen years old, Nyk is still working on getting herself back on track. For a year now she’s been alone, knowing that she’s the last person left in her entire family and there is no one left to have her back. She’s kept a good balance with scraping by in school, working at an auto shop and stealing. She’s kept up with the martial arts and attends a small school run by a man that was close to her Shifu and was spoken high of.
With her always active life and constant moving around from neighborhood to neighborhood and sometimes country to country, she had managed to stay off of any ‘God’s’ radar, that was until Nyk just about got arrested. With a close friend in the hospital, Nyk sat by her bedside and watched her get sicker and sicker. Her blood type being rare and hard to get a hold of, Nyk decided that she had to do something to help her. Being blessed with blood that makes her a universal donor, she hooked herself up to her friend, using her clothing to hide the tube, she sat by her bedside and let her blood flow into her friends body.
After falling asleep, Nyk awoke to a cranky doctor asking her ‘what have you done’. Being groggy from the loss of blood, Nyk was hauled away, barely able to ask ‘did it work?’ Being put in a solo room, Nyk rested until she could move again. Waking up still in the hospital and not behind bars, she snuck her way out and went home.
Waking up to someone explaining to Nyk that what she had done was stupid and how they kept her from being arrested, Nyk was more angry that someone was in her apartment. She listened as they explained to Nyk what she is. A lot of things seemed to make sense, but she wasn’t about to go running away with them. Especially considering the debt that she’s in financially.
A week went by and Nyk had a close call with a not so very nice demon man who wasn’t happy that Nyk had crossed his path, or something of that sorts. Nyk’s ass got saved by the same man who informed her what she is and it was then that she realized the heavy price of what she is.
Damn near reluctantly, Nyk agreed to go to this ‘camp’ to help train and teach her. But before going, Nyk had one priority to do; pay off her debts once and for all. Seeming to disappear, it took two weeks to plan out and do one big jobs and pay off her debts once and for all. With no money to her name she sold some of her belongings she could do without. Some things are stored away in facilities in Asia and some has come with her to the camp.
Nyk has been there for about four months and can mostly be found reading up on these ‘Gods’ and trying to learn latin. She’s by no means an open book herself, especially with all the lives that she’s lived, but she has done her best to mingle with her ‘camp mates’, so to speak. Nyk hasn’t really grasped the full depths of being a daughter of Nyx, but she knows that she’s in a no holds barred situation now. She has to be here, for her sake, and the sake of the people that she cares for.
Personality:
Likes:
- Sparring. The adrenaline rush coursing through her, her heart pounding, her body moving without thought and the sheer enjoyment of facing every blow that comes her way, it’s divine for her. Not to mention, picking up on moves from her opponent lets her learn even more.
- Running. Nyk has always been a fast runner. Running has always been a way for her to vent her anger and just let her legs drive her while her mind runs wild.
- Music. Music has always been a love of hers. You can pretty much always find her listening to music regardless if she’s doing homework, working out, running or even showering. Even if she doesn’t have a device on her, she has a song playing in her head.
- Sarcasm. Nyk has a sarcastic personality and she really enjoys when someone has a quick mouth to give her a challenge. Half of what she says is only to amuse her and she isn’t fully serious. But sarcasm is a way to amuse herself since she doesn’t like to get bored.
- The night time. While she sees now that this can stem from her mother, it’s still a like of hers. The night time feels more alive to her and the air seems a bit more crisp. And with the gift of being able to see well in the night, she knows and somewhat feels, that she has an edge when night falls.
Dislikes:
- Sleeping. From being the daughter of Nyx, for the most part when Nyk sleeps, her dreams are her memories. She has no control over this and whether or not she’s had a good or bad day doesn’t play a part in what she will ‘dream’. Sometimes they are dozens of memories swinging through her mind, both good and bad. And sometimes they are horrific memories, making her toss and turn in her sleep and waking up terrified of herself, soaked in sweat, and panting for dear life.
- Brightness. This also stems from Nyk’s maternal roots. But a bright and sunny day when most people grab sunscreen and head for the beach; Nyk hates. Nyk has a bit of sensitive eyes to brightness. Sunglasses have always been a must have for Nyk. Shining a flashlight in her eyes is a bit like staring into high beams for her. A flash of pain, and seeing dots. Not to mention pissing her off.
- Death. Enough said. Nyk has been losing people that she cares about since she was six years old and it hasn’t stopped.
- Not being able to compete anymore. As much as she once loved it and always looked forward to it, she knows that she just can’t do it anymore. The very thought of stepping on that mat makes her stomach drop. But for now she’s only telling herself that with time she might be able to do it again. But it’s not very consoling when deep down she knows the truth; she just can’t do it anymore. Those days died with the best part of her.
- Hospitals. Every time she is in one, someone she cares for is dying, is dead, or is so young and having a child they’re not ready to have. They never hold a good feeling and she simply can not be at ease when in one.
Skills:
- Fighting
- Stealing
- Acrobatics
- Auto Mechanic
- Running
Weaknesses:
- Her ‘ability’ to make complete darkness. While Nyk has used it before, under severe circumstances when she was driven to use it. She is still new to this. She hasn’t a clue on how it all works, and she’s still working on aiming it to one particular place, to only be in one area like five feet away in a circumference of three feet, and limiting it to how dark to make this darkness; such as only dark enough that normal eyes can adjust and see in it, versus complete and utter darkness that no one can see in.
- Her family. Nyk still loves and misses her family and sometimes still cries for her Uncle and Brother. Anyone speaking ill of them, or even insinuating something about them, Nyk flies off the rail and her immediate response is usually violence.
- Losing control. Since the death of her brother, sometimes when in a fight, Nyk will remember him and begins to lose control. All her mind shows her is her brother dying as she remembers all the good times and on more than one occasion, she put someone in the hospital for a month.
- Her friends. Since Nyk never had much of a family, there are friends of hers that became like family. Threatening them, or even them being in any kind of trouble, Nyk has always gone out of her way to help them out.
- Attitude. Nyk is someone who is still putting her pieces back together and trying to move forward when she hasn’t a clue of where she is, where she’s going or what’s right. So anyone trying to bully her, she’ll vigorously fight. Anyone expecting anything from her, she’ll go out of her way to disappoint them. She has always been a bit defiant, and that’s not about to change about her.
Passions:
- Sparring
- Running
Fears:
- Forgetting her Uncle. It’s been eight years since he’s died and she doesn’t want to forget anything about him. After all; even with time, memories may die.
- Not being strong enough to save those that she cares for. Nyk is the kind of person to get those that she cares for out of danger first, then worry about herself.
Hobbies:
- Actually, just being active. Whether it’s sparring, running, swimming. As long as she’s panting at the end, trying to catch her breath as her heart pounds and her adrenaline is rushing; she’s had fun.
- Listening to music, dancing. Nyk can pretty much always be found listening to music. Even just bobbing her head to a beat in her head.
Fighting Specialty:
To pick one, that would be lithe. Nyk was raised in the martial arts, having been trained in WuShu for most of her life and three years in Capoeira. Along with street fighting, bar brawls and growing up in a world where you have to fight to survive.
But Nyk has always been acrobatic, fast and light on her feet. Her fighting style is different from what anyone has seen.
Not to mention growing up in competitions, seeing all different styles being presented. She’s learned a few techniques such as boxing from Muay Thai, grappling from Judo.
Please note that these are only a few tidbits that she has picked up from sparring with friends who know these martial arts. She does not know the martial art and holds no degree in them.
Fatal Flaw:
Brightness. Nyk has a bit of sensitive eyes to brightness. Shining a flashlight in her eyes is a bit like staring into high beams for her. A flash of pain, and seeing dots. Not to mention pissing her off. This also goes for a bright sun, even a blaring fire right in front of her. You’ll mostly find her squinting a bit to try and block smaller things like a blaring fire or a bright spark. But with a bright sun, well the only solution is sunglasses.
If she catches these bright rays, it stings just like it does for everyone else. She sees major dots for a while just like everyone else.
But having her eyes kept wide open while brightness enters her cornea’s, it’s the same solution as for everyone else; blindness.
Theme Song: Call Me by Shinedown
Lyrics
Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling
Maybe that's the way I should go
Straight into the mouth of the unknown
I left the spare key on the table
Never really thought I’d be able
To say I merely visit on the weekend
I lost my whole life and a dear friend
[Hook]
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No never mind
God knows I’ve tried
[End Hook]
[Chorus]
Call me a sinner call me a saint
Tell me it's over I’ll still love you the same
Call me your favorite call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say
So I’ll be on my way
[End Chorus]
I finally put it all together
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine
I had to say goodbye for the last time
I kept my whole life in suitcase
Never really stayed in one place
Maybe that's the way it should be
You know I’ve led my life like a gypsy
[Hook]
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No never mind
God knows I’ve tried
[End Hook]
[Chorus]
Call me a sinner call me a saint
Tell me it's over I’ll still love you the same
Call me your favorite call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say
So I’ll be on my way
[End Chorus]
I'll always keep you inside
You healed my heart and my life
And you know I tried
[Chorus]
Call me a sinner call me a saint
Tell me it's over I’ll still love you the same
Call me your favorite call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say
So I’ll be on my way
[End Chorus]
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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Nyk is just fine.
Age: 24
How long have you been role playing?: about 5ish years. I don’t really know so all I can do is guess.
How did you find us?: ad
Role Playing Sample:
Nyk walked the beautiful building carefully. Each step was ready to fight at any second as she moved through the museum gracefully. Hopping the railing she did a perfectly silenced shoulder roll. Staying low she squatted into a small ball as she looked from right to left as she looked down the halls. Seeing no one, she proceeded to the statue twelve feet from her. Her eyes took in the beautiful design, attention to the detail you just don’t see now a days. The crisp color and shiny brass bass; her fence was right, this would sell fast. Removing her backpack she held it under her left arm as she removed the weight. A quick slide of hand and the statue fit perfectly in her backpack as the weight laid proudly on the throne where her new paycheck had rested.
Turning down the hallway the rent-a-nap-cops were coming her way as they moved their flashlights routinely side to side as they chatted about baseball. Sliding next to an art exhibit she looked up for option A. Seeing nothing she could use to get out of the sticky situation, she resulted to plan B.
Standing still at attention she rolled her eyes as it seemed to take forever for the museum patrol to find her. She noted to herself that she really hates baseball even more now. Finally they were standing in front of her as one guy yelled, “Hey!” and swung his flashlight at her face.
Lightly cringing her face she looked away from the beam as she held up one hang to block the beam. Her tone was purely annoyed as she spoke, “There’s no need to yell.” Moving fast to the man with the big mouth she grabbed his hand with the flashlight and twisted it behind his back as she kicked his back and sent him to the floor.
The next man thought it was wise to charge her. Elbowing his side he let go and whined in pain. Sending him down with a blow to his left temple she turned quickly to the loud mouth who could now stand. With his gun aimed at her he spoke as if he was in charge, “Alright, hold it now. Hands up, c’mon missy.”
Standing without a care in the world she spoke without knowing fear, ”What if I wanna hold it over here?” With no time to waste she ran as fast as she could to the right wall, stopping with her hands on the wall, ”You know I knew a guy like you.” With some fast flips she retreated to further behind her and with her strong legs she flipped up on top of an information stand. Landing curled up and her arms out from her, ready to strike. As soon as he contemplated where she now squatted he jerked his gun to where she squatted, his hands partially shaken as a worried look over came his face. ”He wanted everything to be his way, so you know what I told him?”
Finally making her move threw herself from where she perched and flipped in the air, spinning as she came down right into the man and with both hands grabbed his arm that held the gun she twisted his hand to make him drop it. Maneuvering behind him while twisting his arm behind him with her other arm she held him around the neck. “I’d much rather see other people.” She let him drop to the ground out of loss of air and she ran as fast as she could out of there.
Turning down the hallway the rent-a-nap-cops were coming her way as they moved their flashlights routinely side to side as they chatted about baseball. Sliding next to an art exhibit she looked up for option A. Seeing nothing she could use to get out of the sticky situation, she resulted to plan B.
Standing still at attention she rolled her eyes as it seemed to take forever for the museum patrol to find her. She noted to herself that she really hates baseball even more now. Finally they were standing in front of her as one guy yelled, “Hey!” and swung his flashlight at her face.
Lightly cringing her face she looked away from the beam as she held up one hang to block the beam. Her tone was purely annoyed as she spoke, “There’s no need to yell.” Moving fast to the man with the big mouth she grabbed his hand with the flashlight and twisted it behind his back as she kicked his back and sent him to the floor.
The next man thought it was wise to charge her. Elbowing his side he let go and whined in pain. Sending him down with a blow to his left temple she turned quickly to the loud mouth who could now stand. With his gun aimed at her he spoke as if he was in charge, “Alright, hold it now. Hands up, c’mon missy.”
Standing without a care in the world she spoke without knowing fear, ”What if I wanna hold it over here?” With no time to waste she ran as fast as she could to the right wall, stopping with her hands on the wall, ”You know I knew a guy like you.” With some fast flips she retreated to further behind her and with her strong legs she flipped up on top of an information stand. Landing curled up and her arms out from her, ready to strike. As soon as he contemplated where she now squatted he jerked his gun to where she squatted, his hands partially shaken as a worried look over came his face. ”He wanted everything to be his way, so you know what I told him?”
Finally making her move threw herself from where she perched and flipped in the air, spinning as she came down right into the man and with both hands grabbed his arm that held the gun she twisted his hand to make him drop it. Maneuvering behind him while twisting his arm behind him with her other arm she held him around the neck. “I’d much rather see other people.” She let him drop to the ground out of loss of air and she ran as fast as she could out of there.
(I used this sample on another forum a year or more ago, I tweaked it a bit for this site)
Please provide some background information on your minor god/goddess:
Has a US and Chinese citizenship.
Speaks fluent; English, Portuguese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, Korean and Thai.
Their Shifu taught them to speak the Asian languages since birth. So Tyran had spoken them around her growing up.
They learned Portuguese from living in Brazil as it's close to Spanish and they had picked up on some of the language while living in the West Side of Chicago.
She hasn’t needed to speak English since she was very young so going back to that mindset hasn’t been easy when her habits are of the Asian culture and language. (I’ll translate, no worries)
She doesn’t like being called by her full first name and when asked her name she only answers; Chun Nyk. So nobody except those very close to her, close enough that she earned and she considers them family, knows her full name. When she was in trouble her Shifu would call her by her full name, so it never holds a good feeling.
(I know that Nyx is suppose to be older than Zeus and he sort of feared her in a way, and I have no intention of playing off of this to make Nyk some kinda hot shot or anything. Out of anything it would only annoy her since she never knew anything about what she is.
But with this 'ability' I'd be keeping it light for a long time. Learning to control something like that and make it be useful would be extremely difficult and like I stated, she's only used it when it was do or die.)
Useful links I’ve used for her app;
www.loggia.com/myth/nyx.html
www.theoi.com/Protogenos/Nyx.html
www.maicar.com/GML/Nyx.html
Nyk’s ability from her mother Nyx is the ability to create darkness in a fifty-foot circumference of herself. She also can see in the dark just as she can in the daytime.
Nyk has yet to have the control to make the darkness appear in a specific area instead of all around her. And she has yet to have the control to make the darkness vary from a human being able to see in the dark once their eyes adjusts, and a complete and utter black out.