Once upon a time there was a girl who loved the night, and the night loved her back. It watched from the shadows of closets, or fondly caressed legs fallen from the protection of bedsheets.

As she grew, it followed her into the deepest depths of the earth, vigilant as the fever burned the weakness from her body.

It sat on her chest, and waited.

And when she finally left that place, it followed once more.


When not playing a role, Nhysa is generally a quiet individual — though by no means shy. She likes broken things, and has a penchant for finding the good in even the most repulsive individuals (though this apparent empathy doesn’t seem to affect her doing her job). For those she feels kinship she is protective, almost motherly. But she is a dark soul, inured to violence and possessed of a decidedly odd moral compass.

A constellation of freckles marks her face and dusts her body, the most distinguishing of her features and thus usually covered. Naturally she is dark-eyed and haired, the tilt of her eyes suggesting a mixed parentage, though she knows nothing of her origins and considers DI home. It’s difficult to determine her age, but depending on dress and manner she appears somewhere between mid to late twenties. A particularly nasty scar slices up her belly, with various others less obvious about her body. She has various piercings, but no tattoos.



“Nyx had begun to shroud the sunlight in her dewy pall, and had cast over the earth her dark shadow.”

Little is known about Nhysa, or her life. She has been known to fight at the club Almaz, and despite her small stature is among the fiercest of fighters — rarely losing. Pain does not appear to register to her.

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