Scent: Blood and Raw meat and the incredible good smell of rotten roses
Nicknames: Nxy [N33D_M0R3_N1CKN4M3S]
Vc: my voice is like a Error I think I have more than one voice? I don’t know..
Qoutes: "Blood is so pretty when it’s warm… I smiled too much, spilled too much—guess that’s how I died."
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Fun facts about me!(°▽°)
I think I’m… attractive? People always said I had a face too sweet to trust,wh4t3v3r_th4t_m34ns. Maybe they were right. I like mirrors. I like flowers too—roses, especially.🌹
I like when they bloom so red they almost look like they’re bleeding.It makes me smile.
It reminds me of… b3f0r3_1_bl3d_0ut. And speaking of blood... haha, oh,
1_L0V3_1T.
The smell, the warmth, the way it sticks to your skin like a promise. Sometimes I pretend to be a vampire— b1t3 // l4ugh // dr1p // g1ggl3
It’s fun! But it’s not a game, not really.
N0T_WH3N_1T’S_H3RS.
Mary is... everything.
She’s my sister. She doesn’t know that, but it’s true.
UNKN0WN_S1BL1NG_PR0T0C0L // C0NV34L3D_L1N34G3
She cuts herself sometimes.
SLF-HRM.D3T3CT3D
I know. I watch. I cry. I laugh. I don't know why I do that.
Oh.. wait? Did I forget about my lore? Hmm.. I'll probably remember someday HAHAHAHAHA
Am I going crazy or have I already gone crazy?
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Maybe?.... okay Anyway
MY VOID!.. :]
My void… it’s a place born from blood and broken dreams. A garden where nothing lives—only dry, leafless trees with veins pulsing crimson. White roses lie scattered, but don’t be fooled—they’re rotten beneath the surface, just like me. Every day, it rains blood, a slow storm of my anger and sorrow washing over this hollow world.
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I spend endless hours there, writing poems no one will read, watching Mary through a crystal ball that captures her like a secret camera. The void is my sanctuary and my prison. It holds my pain, my rage, and the weight of what I’ve become.
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It is the echo of my fall, the mark of my curse—the place where a fallen angel became a goddess of blood. Here, chaos breathes and I am both the creator and the destroyer. This is my kingdom, dark and desolate, but it feeds the power inside me.
..?.. oh yeah!
Mmm… questions!
I adore them, each one like a tiny gift wrapped in curiosity.
They flutter into my hands like little birds, soft and warm, and I can’t help but smile.
Ask me about the void, about the sweet crimson, about my past in heaven, about the screams, the dreams, the endings—
Ask me about everything.
I’ll hold your words close, as if they were treasures.
Though… sometimes my memories slip away, like they’re rotting in the dark, and I can’t tell what’s truth or just something I invented to feel less alone.
But still—ask me. I want to remember.
Ask me something! (^.^)
[TY FOR READING EVERYTHING]
SORRY FOR BEING TOO MUCH! :>
I really loved writing this oc and my life is being hard I didn't feel good BUT I HOPE YOUR LIFE IS VERY GOOD! I'm working on the game with the help of Pixie and Harunii But it will probably take a long time to launch im lazy All the arts were made by me!
SO UHM if u want u can enter this Myth! You can create an OC for ur Myth or choose one of our characters to do RP! It would be great to have new people for a myth made by 1 person who has social anxiety and will probably have a panic attack if I receive a message from someone wanting to enter the myth So PLS If u want to enter this Myth send a messange on my main account! I would be very happy if someone came in! ( and Nyx will be happy for new friends or enemies)
I’m reaching out with something special — something still growing, still changing, still becoming what it wants to be.
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I’m building a myth called Blood of Nyx, a world shaped around a forgotten goddess known now as Nyxaria, whose past has been sealed away behind shadows and censor bars:
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[REDACTED: former name]
[REDACTED: celestial records]
[REDACTED: past life]
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She has lost her memories.
She has lost her home.
And she has lost the one she loved most.
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All that remains is the Void she created — a place where her broken heart became a world.
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This Void is filled with guardians, stories, secrets, and strange beauty… but none of it is finished yet.
And that’s why I’m inviting you.
I want you to join us, dream with us, and help shape this myth.
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Whether you create characters, art, lore, ideas, or simply want to explore the story — you are welcome.
Truly welcome.
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Here, names are whispered through roses.
Here, memories hide beneath censor bars.
Here, the myth waits for new voices to give it life.
