* MOON CHILD.

Independent Semi Selective Legend of Korra OC. Adored by JWoww.

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❝ 𝐓𝐔𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋. 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. 𝐘𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆. ❞

independent and semi selective original character based in the legend of korra series. adored by jwoww. 21+

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: Choosing between love and duty, realizing your father isn’t who he claimed to be, taking on everyone’s burdens, who you are when you’re alone, finding one’s purpose after the chaos, did I ever truly want this for myself or was it forced onto me, navigating two worlds.

toy house bio.

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I will be changing Nyx’s name to Nalina, once I’m home I’ll be updating her shit

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𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 Nyx straightens out her legs hanging off the dock, letting @starlittale words sink in. She takes a moment to fully absorb the weight behind her cousin’s tone, how her eyes gazed out almost as if the avatar was staring at everything while simultaneously staring at nothing. Does one’s strength come from their mind or their body? Mind over matter, the wound cuts deeper than the flesh. Nyx extends her hand, placing her palm over the back of Korra’s. ❝ Something very few would understand. ❞ Nyx says gently. ❝ Everyone gives you praise for defeating him, but no one wants to see what it took for you to do it. ❞ She pauses, almost as if she’s at a loss for words, unsure of how to comfort the other. ❝ I’m going back home… to the north. ❞ A soft sigh escapes Nyx’s lips. ❝ I think I need a break from Republic City, I think you need one too. Why don’t you come with me? I think some time in the spirit oasis could do you some good. ❞

[spiritbended]

starter call.

[spiritbended]

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. Wandering about the arena on her own probably wasn’t the best idea, separating herself from her escort because some ball of fluff on four legs caught her attention. Curiosity always got the best of her, a frequent thing that got her into trouble in her youth. The building itself was huge, hallways dragging out for what felt like miles leading only spirits knew where.

She doesn’t remember exactly which path she took or how to get back, the constant buzz of pro benders, sponsors, coaches, and more echoed through her mind, everyone seeming too focused on the match being hosted that night. So when she stumbles into the training room she’s surprised to find it empty expect for @sumimasu who stands before her. ❝ Excuse me, ❞ words are spoken with a bit more honey on her tongue than usual, ❝ I’m sorry, but I’ve seem to have gotten lost on my way to one of the opera boxes. Do you know how to get back that way? ❞

[sumimasu]

The captain of the Komodo-rhinos already let his other two teammates break for the day — the two couldn't stop going on about a spot they were eager to go to more than Junsei — while he continued to practice in one of the many training halls the Yue Bay Pro-bending Arena had to offer. (He still had the room booked, so might as well use all that time before tonight's game started. Their team wasn't playing and the other two promised they would make it back, but he wasn't going to miss it.)

As someone entered the space — clearly not any of the staff or other players — the punch he had pulled halted before he could follow all the way through, instead his fist loosened into a splayed hand that caused the water he was bending toward a target on the other side of the room stopped as well. With a rotation of his wrist and a flourish of his hand, the stream swirled into a water sphere, suspended in the air. With a tug of his hand, it redirected and returned to one of the barrels that held water for practice. Now that he could focus on the person and the question posed, he clocked the Northern Water Tribe colors. 'A tourist?' he thought to himself. He didn't see a lot of folks in Republic City wearing more traditional clothing. Having an opera box was impressive to him though.

"Uh, yeah. I could. I just," he paused, glancing down at the pro-bending gear he still had on. "I can change quickly if you don't mind waiting a bit." He jabbed his thumb in the direction of another doorway that led to a locker room nearby. "Be right back."

Sure enough, it only took him a few minutes before he returned, his heavy black boots that matched the rest of his street clothes made his steps much heavier than when he was in in his gear. His hair was pulled back in a half-up ponytail while the rest of it just hit his shoulders, no traces of helmet-hair in sight.

"Now, which box are we looking for?"

[spiritbended]

𝐍𝐘𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘, taking note how easily manipulating the water came to him, how it flowed gently back into its barrel, following his command as if it were an extension of his arm. Talented he was, skill that shows his origins. Pride in one’s skill showed pride for their home, maybe she’ll find comfort somewhere in the city. Oh how intimidating it had grown to be, tucking away in a home that had yet to be entirely her’s that lacked a northern chill she missed so much. She stands still as she waits for his return, the kind of posture that’s clearly been honed from being taught to stand a certain way. For a second it all feels too tight. A quick and sharp exhale escapes her lips as Junsei returns.

❝ I’m not too sure which box exactly… ❞ Her brows furrow together for a quick second before she wipes away her expression of confusion. ❝ I think it’s the one usually reserved for the city’s politicians. I didn’t realize how big the arena was until I had gotten lost. ❞

Nyx takes one more glance across the training room, soaking in every detail as if she had to remember it, as if she’d be returning. Had she forgotten something? ❝ Oh! ❞ The word is ushered out quickly once she remembers she hasn’t introduced herself. ❝ I’m terribly sorry, I’m Nyx, I’ve seem to have forgotten myself. ❞ She speaks with a soft laugh. ❝ Now are you from the Northern or Southern tribe? ❞

[spiritbended]

Anyways Tarrlok’s on @imagebended

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Currently considering making a Tarrlok blog

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I need to actually do ref sheets for Nyx but enjoy this for now

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, several scrolls filled with various water bending healing techniques filled Nyx’s arms. Several thank yous and safe travels escaped her lips as she made her way about the room, trying her best to get to everyone who had attended the night’s event. In an attempt to grow familiar with the water nation community living in Republic City she’s made an agreement with Varrick to host bi weekly events to further bring the community together.

But hidden behind glowing intentions was Nyx’s desire to still feel close to home. The ways of the city were nothing but foreign to her, fast paced, and sometimes brash. She moved quickly as she continued to gather other scrolls, rushing to return them to their proper place. ❝ Oh! ❞ Escaped her lips in a gasp as she bumps into @ceruleanbender , dropping a couple scrolls in the process. ❝ Here, let me. ❞ Words are spoken softly as she goes to gather what she dropped. Once gathered she looks back to Ila, her features softening. ❝ I don’t think I’ve thanked you for your help tonight, if you don’t mind showing me the best place to get some traditional water tribe food it’ll be my treat. As much as I’ve enjoyed the fusion places about the city, I think I’ve gotten a bit home sick. ❞

[spiritbended]

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. Wandering about the arena on her own probably wasn’t the best idea, separating herself from her escort because some ball of fluff on four legs caught her attention. Curiosity always got the best of her, a frequent thing that got her into trouble in her youth. The building itself was huge, hallways dragging out for what felt like miles leading only spirits knew where.

She doesn’t remember exactly which path she took or how to get back, the constant buzz of pro benders, sponsors, coaches, and more echoed through her mind, everyone seeming too focused on the match being hosted that night. So when she stumbles into the training room she’s surprised to find it empty expect for @sumimasu who stands before her. ❝ Excuse me, ❞ words are spoken with a bit more honey on her tongue than usual, ❝ I’m sorry, but I’ve seem to have gotten lost on my way to one of the opera boxes. Do you know how to get back that way? ❞

[spiritbended]

starter call.

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//Nyx is such a beautiful OC and I really like what you've got going for her 💖✨

Ahhh! Thank you so much! I haven’t really been on here but this did reassure me with joining a new rpc! It’s always kinda like intimidating hopping into a fandom with an OC.

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I should probably finish Nyx’s bio huh

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Thinking about Nyx throwing shells and bones for divination.

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄.

Nyx’s vitiligo isn’t something that has slowly crept up on her as she grew up. It’s something she’s had since birth. While some elders in the Northern Water tribe view it as an affliction, both Malina and Unalaq see it as a blessing. Originally Malina thought Nyx was sick when she was born especially since she didn’t cry at all upon arrival, but Unalaq reassured her that their first born had been blessed by the moon spirit Yue. Some midwives suggested naming Nyx after the moon spirit but Malina went against it, thinking that it would ensure her daughter would have the same fate as the previous princess.

While Nyx was taught the art of spirit bending and healing, she had no interest in learning how to use her water bending for self defense, seeing it as ❝ brute-like ❞. She does use her bending abilities to create art. Several statues in the various court yards of the northern palace are her creations. She does act as a spiritual mentor to common folk and was often sent to Republic City and the Southern Water Tribe to educate other members of the water nation on spiritual matters. She traveled to Republic City twice a year for a month at a time to assist strengthening political bonds between the city and the water tribes. Tarrlok acted as her escort and handled her safety during such visits, causing the two to grow very close. Years after her visits began a marriage was arranged between the two of them for political gain, both were happy with the arrangement. They were married in 166 AG and had their son Nalaq in 167 AG. Tarrlok’s marriage to Nyx has helped him gain favor with the water tribe community in Republic City, assisting him in keeping his seat in United Republic Council. After her marriage, she now spends spring and summer bouncing between the water tribes while she stays in Republic City for fall and winter. During the peak of the anti-bending revolution Tarrlok attempted to force Nyx to take herself and their son back to the Northern Water Tribe but she refused.

Just some rewritten canon, this doesn’t always have to apply. Tarrlok and Noatak were caught before they could flee, the boat incident never happened. After months spent in court Tarrlok was charged as guilty for blood bending but served a lesser sentence than Noatak, Tarrlok was given his bending abilities back after serving a strict house arrest plan in Republic City ( Unalaq had a role to play in Tarrlok’s final ruling, arguing that he couldn’t properly defend his family without it ). After he had completed his house arrest period he, Nyx, and Nalaq moved to the Northern Water Tribe. To further show that he held remorse for his actions Nyx has forced him to work with water tribe healers to find ways to use blood bending for medical reasons.

[illneverbeapassenger]

Pressure ridges, McMurdo Sound, Antarctica.

October 2024.

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