Noxus
Design by VerySpooky on dA
Name: Noxus (Nox)
Gender: Agender/Any pronouns
Age: Unsure
Orientation: Asexual
Theme Song: Cloak of Feathers- Damh The Bard
Personality: Noxus is very quiet, many think they're mute, he can speak but prefers not to, not unless it's absolutely necessary. Always dressed well, and prefers turtlenecks and coats to hide their frame better, as she doesn't like people simply seeing through their bones. Always has the hat with them, whether wearing it or simply holding it. Noxus often acts rather aloof, not very friendly, but has a big heart (metaphorically speaking of course). He likes the smell of old paper/parchment, and likes to write with quills and ink and seal letters with wax and work by candlelight; they romanticize writing and can be very poetic. She enjoys incense, and burns a stick nearly nightly, and always has a faint, pleasant smoky sweet scent. Nox is a writer and a traveler, often wandering place to place, staying in various inns and homes when permitted. Very polite, she keeps to himself and is a good house guest. Not very nosy or obtrusive, content to let others keep their secrets. Nox practices witchcraft and particularly enjoys white and grey magic. Though they may look scary, they are not really. In fact black magic and horror frighten him. Noxus is old friends with a very large Spectacled Owl, which they sometimes ride and is where they get quills from. A nocturnal sort himself, they do the majority of their writing and traveling at night. Being a skeleton, she does not truly need food or drink, but they can still eat and drink. Freshly made bread, especially sweet bread with berries, cheese, and wine and water tend to make up the majority of their diet.
Occupation: Wandering writer
History: Noxus' past is very secretive, the story changes every time someone asks. Ignorant and fearful people say they are a demon or devil, possessed by black magic and out to do evil. However, they could not be more wrong. Noxus was a human once, so long ago even he does not remember his old life; not his name, not his gender, nor even his home. She does remember that she was afraid of death, and of what comes after. This led Nox to give up their human life for this life; a stranger, a skeleton. With the owl by his side he wanders the world; preferring the Northern regions where the air is cool and she can travel through mountains and forests. As the time has passed, Noxus has grown weary, and regrets their decision to live on. He wants to rest but death can no longer come for them. And so she wanders, without a home to truly call her own, but peaceful and relatively happy besides. Time no longer holds much meaning to them though, aside from day and night. The way they live leads them to have beautiful writing, and the works he publishes always become classics; though they are few and far between, and she always takes a different pen name. They do not want fame, just to bring beauty into the world.
Crush/Lover/Mate: N/A
Gender: Agender/Any pronouns
Age: Unsure
Orientation: Asexual
Theme Song: Cloak of Feathers- Damh The Bard
Personality: Noxus is very quiet, many think they're mute, he can speak but prefers not to, not unless it's absolutely necessary. Always dressed well, and prefers turtlenecks and coats to hide their frame better, as she doesn't like people simply seeing through their bones. Always has the hat with them, whether wearing it or simply holding it. Noxus often acts rather aloof, not very friendly, but has a big heart (metaphorically speaking of course). He likes the smell of old paper/parchment, and likes to write with quills and ink and seal letters with wax and work by candlelight; they romanticize writing and can be very poetic. She enjoys incense, and burns a stick nearly nightly, and always has a faint, pleasant smoky sweet scent. Nox is a writer and a traveler, often wandering place to place, staying in various inns and homes when permitted. Very polite, she keeps to himself and is a good house guest. Not very nosy or obtrusive, content to let others keep their secrets. Nox practices witchcraft and particularly enjoys white and grey magic. Though they may look scary, they are not really. In fact black magic and horror frighten him. Noxus is old friends with a very large Spectacled Owl, which they sometimes ride and is where they get quills from. A nocturnal sort himself, they do the majority of their writing and traveling at night. Being a skeleton, she does not truly need food or drink, but they can still eat and drink. Freshly made bread, especially sweet bread with berries, cheese, and wine and water tend to make up the majority of their diet.
Occupation: Wandering writer
History: Noxus' past is very secretive, the story changes every time someone asks. Ignorant and fearful people say they are a demon or devil, possessed by black magic and out to do evil. However, they could not be more wrong. Noxus was a human once, so long ago even he does not remember his old life; not his name, not his gender, nor even his home. She does remember that she was afraid of death, and of what comes after. This led Nox to give up their human life for this life; a stranger, a skeleton. With the owl by his side he wanders the world; preferring the Northern regions where the air is cool and she can travel through mountains and forests. As the time has passed, Noxus has grown weary, and regrets their decision to live on. He wants to rest but death can no longer come for them. And so she wanders, without a home to truly call her own, but peaceful and relatively happy besides. Time no longer holds much meaning to them though, aside from day and night. The way they live leads them to have beautiful writing, and the works he publishes always become classics; though they are few and far between, and she always takes a different pen name. They do not want fame, just to bring beauty into the world.
Crush/Lover/Mate: N/A
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