nyxisnottheenemy

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Open starter Location: Poor Unfortunate Soul

It felt like forever for Nyx for the third shift security guard to show up and replace her at work. She didn't hate her job. It gave her a sense of pride, duty, and purpose. That didn't mean she wanted to live there. Fast forward a few hours and she was tucked away at the corner of the bar, finishing the last bit of her drink. She flagged the bartender down for another just before someone sat beside her. She glanced over at them and then at the various other unoccupied barstools. Her drink was set in front of her and she didn't hesitate to grab the glass and take a sip. Nyx let a short time pass before she directly looked at the person next to her, whose presence was bothering her for no reason other than they could have sat anywhere that wasn't next to her. She was enjoying her solitude that night and the vibe they brought was really fucking it up. "Is there a reason you had to sit next to me when there are plenty of open seats elsewhere?" She rose a brow as she questioned them. "I mean, seriously, don't you think that's strange?"

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Nyx Imelda // Twenty-Eight // Fairy // Museum Security

Nyx has always wondered if the child’s laugh that willed her into existence was a malicious one. Some snotty brat that thrived on being a menace. It didn’t matter, she was thrown into her duty from the time she existed. A scout-talent fairy like her had a duty to protect Pixie Hollow and its residents– no matter the cost. Nyx grew into a cold-fronted woman who did her job with pride. There wasn’t anything that was going to stop her from getting the job done. 

As time passed and Nyx was fully embedded in her duties she slowly began to grow paranoid, constantly looking over her shoulder for anything– or one, that could be a threat. Nightmares plagued her night after night. Nyx had difficulty coming to terms with the fact that if she didn’t separate herself from her job she would lose herself completely. 

She’s not heartless despite what the rumors say. She does have a lot of love in her heart. Her love for Pixie Hollow outweighed everything else. She did everything in her power to protect her home even if that meant to kill or be killed.

She isn’t proud of all of her choices, but she doesn’t regret them most of the time either. She knows she has to do what has to be done.

Coming to Evermore in a haze was unsettling. Nyx couldn’t remember a single thing from the last few months of her life before arriving in town. She traded her harpoon and porcupine quill in for a knife and dagger collection. Adapting was difficult. She had to pay rent? Whatever the hell that meant. 

To pay the said rent Nyx got a job as a museum security guard. It was the closest thing to what she did back home. Just like with Pixie Hollow, Nyx took pride in her job and went through with her duties– as dull as they may be at times.

Nyx made a home for herself in an apartment she didn’t love. It felt too small at times, but it was still home. She made it as ‘her’ as possible but at the end of the day, Nyx couldn’t figure out who she was outside of a scout fairy. She had hobbies and interests, sure, but those didn’t define her.

The girl can’t relax to save her life. She’s constantly on edge, with anxieties that she doesn’t address eating her away. She still has nightmares in Evermore and her paranoia is at an all-time high. Nyx is a lot more scared than she lets on, but her stoic personality makes her seem like a bitch. She can’t completely blame the RBF though! She might not go out of her way to smile at people or ask about their day, but it’s not often something that occurs to her either.

There aren’t too many people she cares about. She rarely lets anyone get close enough to her to have a conversation let alone a connection. When she does care she makes it known in subtle ways. She would do pretty much anything for people she cares about. She’s probably done worse anyway.

Despite what Fawn might believe Nyx does not hate animals. She found a gnarly-looking stray cat outside of her apartment once. She only meant to clean it up and take it to a shelter but the thing quickly grew attached to her overnight and well…now Fang stays at her house rent-free. For a while she just called him ‘cat’ but one of his teeth stuck out of his mouth so ‘Fang’ felt more fitting.

She’s not a relationship type of person, and any sex she has is with people she can keep at a distance. Flings are usually short and ended abruptly by her. If she feels anyone is getting too attached she will just ghost them.

If you get enough drinks in this girl she becomes chatty. She can hold her liquor but is often reliant on it to soothe her paranoia. She doesn’t mind going out for some drinks, but she usually goes alone.

Her wardrobe consists of a lot of dark colors. Leather jackets are a must and she usually picks practicable over fashion. That’s not to say she has no sense of fashion. She has a style but doesn’t think much of it. Makeup usually consists of thick eyeliner and occasionally some lipstick.

Capricorn sun, Virgo moon, Capricorn rising

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