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Subject: Nyx, the goddes of night Fri Jun 22, 2012 9:14 pm
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Background: The Sea. Shadows. Ravens. Blood over snow. Tears. Ink black tears. Eyes like pools of nothingness. Many things haunt the mind of the endless one known as Nyx, avatar of the night, embodiment of lightlessness, mother of sleep, death and doom, daughter of chaos, mistress of hellish Tartarus, wife of bleak Erebus the primeval Darkness, and goddess supreme of the Orphics. But perhaps none as powerful as the remembrance of a forlorn love.
Mighty as she is, the origins of night herself are humble, as she once wore the flesh of a mere mortal. There was a time in the ancient city of Sparta when women were supposed to never show their faces in daylight, always wearing a veil. At that time there was a secret cult dedicated to night’s beautiful goddess. This cult was led by a merciless night-spawn, a priest of darkness taking offers of blood from mortals, a being with a demanding and self-important demeanor. His name is forever forgotten, but through him night chose her earthly incarnation, a Spartan young woman. Was she the poorest of the poor, a simple girl begging and living off the streets? Or an educated noble elegantly protected from the sun by mysterious veils? No matter, because her past life lost all meaning once she was initiated on the cult.
Nyx’s mortal form was barely into womanhood when the haughty priest found her. But stupidly he either did not recognize her true nature or envied and denied her legacy, and hence for a lifetime, perhaps more, she served on her own cult. In time, she became a priestess second in power only to her ‘master’, on whose divinity she partially partake through offers of his own blessed blood – the first taste of immortality. However, her divine nature and connection with darkness was evident, and at last the priest shared with her more than mere allowances of divinity. When he finally gave her the true awakening of the Embrace she was not a girl any longer, but a true woman, intelligent and beautiful, with mastery of many of the sacred mysteries of the gods.
This happened during a time of hardships, when her city’s hegemony declined and other gods competed to hold sway over mortals, so the goddess of night and her priest of darkness moved from the city, coming to hunt on fishermen’s villages nearby. This was good, because the sea called to the goddess who in her innermost being remembered her origins at the primordial ocean, and she discovered that dwelling near the tides and waves strengthened her. But even with her night blessed divine nature realized, it was some time before the goddess finally came into her own, embracing her deification wholeheartedly. The priest was knowledgeable in the hallowed mysteries of darkness, and in that remained his sole purpose of existence, she came to admit: transmitting to the incarnated goddess the accumulated wisdom of those who had worshipped night since time immemorial.
Time passed and the Macedonian conqueror came and gone, and the world grew larger. Commerce and war and empires connected the lands, but still the short-sightedness of the priest remained, infusing the goddess with anger. That he did not recognize her own divinity, thinking himself a master of darkness instead of a servant, was too much for her. He often spoke of others that sought to command the powers over darkness as well, and she learned how they mocked night through a vain hierarchy and haughty nobility, going so far as calling themselves friends of the night and granting the right of destruction over their own if they could prove their incompetence to each other. She was never concerned with them, as their hubris only moved her into indifference. But the priest who fancied himself her would-be master was different, he was dangerous and his profanity could not go unchallenged. It finally came the night when the goddess destroyed her priest. She drank his heart’s blood and cast his shadow into the abyss of Tartarus.
Under the goddess’s leadership the simple fishermen took further to the sea, pirating the riches of the brave new world that unfolded before her. It became clear how the priest had hid meekly in shadows, instead of basking on their glory. Not for Nyx, no. For her the gold and the treasures, the crowns and the scepters, all that which emperors and kings, foolish mortal men, thought was more important than anything. She would simply collect these riches, hoarding them. Along her pirate cultists the goddess took to the seas as well, making maritime havens in heavily protected vessels from a large fleet spread on the Mediterranean. A successful seafarer and pirate queen, Nyx worked to develop her mastery over the sacred rites of darkness, which led her to travel far and long.
But even the gods feel the ennui of immortality, and seek the company of others like themselves. At the other side of the sea, far from a home she had barely visited for a long time, the goddess found a city filled with mysteries, bustling with foreign and seductive gods that demanded worship from their subjects in manners she could have never dreamt of. In Carthage, mortals competed among each other to prove who was more worthy of throwing themselves into sacrificial fires. They offered their blood freely to thirsty deities, and venerated their gods more than their lives, more than the lives of their parents, their wives and husbands, more than the lives of their sons and daughters. In Carthage, gods walked amongst mortals and Nyx could not help but join this foreign Olympus. She attended the cults of Moloch and Tanit, debated mysteries and exchanged dark secrets with their high priests, and learned of their magical secrets. Deep into their pits she saw the darkness of Tartarus, but she did not fear it.
But Carthage was doomed to fall, it was evident. Hubris was its inescapable, fatal flaw; and the nail that stands tallest is the first to be hammered. With some detached curiosity Nyx saw the battles between the gods of Carthage and the gods of Rome. Perhaps she was attracted to the Greek culture she could perceive among Romans, assimilated from the conquered Magna Graecia. Perhaps she simply saw they would conquer Carthage as well, and that the city and its gods had nothing more to offer her. When the Romans sealed the Carthaginian gods in the salted earth, Nyx had already arranged her move to Rome. But there she did not find the same welcoming she had found in Carthage, for the Roman gods were envious. Some were decidedly inimical, having carved their niche among mortals with clenched talons, and were unlikely to let it go – like Cybele and Mithras. And far worse, many not even saw themselves as more than minor family deities, and worried with the temporal power of their mortal relatives rather than with amassing their worship, forgetting the divine mysteries completely. Not a few of these were the so-called friends of the night, and once again seeing those of the legacy of darkness discard their true divine heritage for the chance of playing the kingmaker role caused Nyx a deep contempt.
Hence, she once more sent her cultists to ravage the seas, stealing from the Romans and their fallen gods the riches they so foolishly coveted – for her these trinkets meant nothing, she only wished to deny her enemies possession of them. Once again she was a pirate queen, but now from the shadows: she dwelled among other immortals in Rome, smiling back at their feigned smiles and playing at courtesy, all the while secretly commanding an impressive pirate fleet that preyed on Roman wealth. But that could not last, and through their mortal lackey, Pompey, the gods of Rome managed to pacify their sea at last, breaking her reign. The Mare Nostrum was no longer a viable arena for Nyx, and she withdrew into deeper shadows along with what remained of her followers.
Time passed, bringing with it change. Sometimes she watched the wheel of ages turn, sometimes she slept deeply and oblivious, embraced by darkness. The truth was that inhabiting far from shores, far from the sound of waves, weakened her. Feeling the darkness of the depths while watching the tides under the moonlight was a font of strength, but she denied that to herself by choosing to stay in Rome. Romans waxed and waned in power, and then Christianity rose from its own ashes. Worse still, the night-spawns completely forsook their godly nature and instead believed the Christian lie that there was only one god, and worse, that it had cursed them. This hateful god, a male and chauvinistic god of light, erasing the goddess of night from the memory of the world! It came at no surprise that the friends of the night threw themselves at its worship, for a preaching of hypocrisy and hubris was well fitted to them. And with the rise of Christianity the cult of the night goddess dwindled first to a few loyal followers worshiping in secret, hiding from both mortal and immortal Christian persecutors, and then, broken, it slowly went off like a dying ember.
When Rome was besieged by the barbarians at its door, Nyx once more left the conquered behind and came to live among the victorious. Alone she traveled deeper and deeper into the land, far from the sea and well within the forests. There she found other gods and goddesses, but they were territorial and some were powerful enough to deny her a haven. Nyx simply passed through their mortal herds, stopping only enough to feed. Those were times of madness, of missing the sea and losing herself to baser impulses, to ravaging rages. A time the goddess felt very mortal and lost, a time she wallowed on the very human feelings of loneliness, resentment and regret. Sometimes she forgot who she was, and existed only to feed on mortal offerings of blood, taken through violence more often than not, and to sleep the days away. Still, she followed an unknown sense, a faint call that led her further and further north. The lands became colder, and she realized that the nights grew longer. In lands where the earth was blanketed in eternal whiteness, the goddess of night found a seasons-long night and an icy sea. The first time the sun barely scraped the line of the horizon she thought that she had finally arrived at the abode of Erebus. The intoxicating pleasure of watching the cold tides turn under the moon in night after night after night uninterrupted by the taint of daylight was enough to wake her from the deep stasis she had fallen into. It helped her remember who she was – the mistress of darkness, the goddess of night.
But those lands had their own gods, which had their own priests and chosen ones. It was one of the Einherjar, blessed battle-hardened warriors hand-picked by the Valkyries, who crossed paths with Nyx and forever changed her fate. Oloff, kin to the ravens and the wolves, was a blood-thirsty warrior, the fiercest Nyx had ever faced. At their first encounter their blades met each other, his given to him by the All-Father, mightiest of the Norse gods, and hers summoned from darkness. The battle almost destroyed both, but they had to admit each had found a creature they truly admired for the first time on their long existences. Oloff had his own cultists, warrior priests who drank his blood to help them go berserk into battle, captains and seamen who traveled far in their long shallow ships to pillage and destroy the fiefs of the Christians and the fallen forswore night-spawns that hid among them. Nyx joined these Vikings, and for them she was like a demonic consort of their leader, born from the dark void of Ginnungagap and tamed by Oloff’s bravery. For her, it was enough that they perceived her divine nature, and that she had Oloff by her side. Together they notoriously terrorized Europe, but they were no match to the forces of Christianization, which encroached on Oloff’s homeland and eradicated his culture. By the time of the vampiric Long Night, the Norse society had passed away and the Einherjar were a dying breed. Nyx was homesick by then, and managed to convince Oloff to bring his warriors to her motherland. But Greece was a vastly different world, barely recognizable to her. There were some remains of night’s cult, but they were as far removed from Nyx as she was from them, and unfamiliarity kept them apart. However, some loyal mortal priests who inherited from their forebears the Orphic secrets about the true goddess of night existed, and she managed to bring them back to the fold, even setting them again into piracy against Byzantium’s vast and rich routes of commerce.
As for Oloff, he and his crew were attracted to Byzantium as well, as did many of his compatriots, who served the Byzantine Emperor in the Varangian Guard. Oloff set course to Constantinople, dazzled by the city’s wealth. Nyx came along, content with staying by Oloff’s side. In Constantinople she was at first received honorably, but her feminine, pagan presence in truth was deeply offensive to this male-dominated Christian city and its dream of becoming a Heaven on Earth. There was place for only a single divine being on Constantinople, and that was Michael. But the Patriarch’s glory was seductive, and Oloff fell for the brilliance of Michael’s blinding halo. Nyx was mortified as she saw the once mighty and savage Oloff fall truly, madly, deeply in love for Michael. Like a domesticated beast, he became a font of amusement in Michael’s city, while the Patriarch in his feverish Dream barely recognized the existence of both Nyx and Oloff. Leading a vampiric version of the Varangian Guard, Oloff turned against Nyx and harried her from Constantinople’s court. But the true architect of such treason was the Serpent in the Garden, the demonic Kay-Tall, who poisoned Oloff’s ear against Nyx and through dark means slowly drove her closer to the edge of madness. In a last resort to save herself Nyx plunged into torpor protected by a few cultists aboard a ship on the Bosporus – a desperate measure to escape the pernicious attacks on her mind and sanity and the pain of betrayal in her heart.
She was woken near the dawn of the Fourth Crusade by a long lost Childe, who desperately sought Nyx after he made an enemy of Kay-Tall by discovering hints of the serpent’s malicious plans against his Sire. Furthermore, he was haunted by a shadow being who had influenced his existence since Sire and Childe departed ways on the nights of Rome, when Nyx’s progeny was a gladiator brought from the tribe of Picts on Breton lands to fight for Roman amusement. Nyx had been smitten with his strength, and since his native name – Oidhche – meant Night, she understood he was fated to become one of the immortals. At the time of the Roman Empire’s decline he had entered torpor after a battle, and that was one of the reasons that made Nyx leave after concealing his body on a safe location. But Oidhche had woken from torpor with a whispering shade at his side, whose influence grew with each passing century. And for Nyx’s horrified surprise, the entity was no other than the shadow of the night priest she had cast on the abyss so many eons ago. They fought on the very night her childe had found her on a vessel in the Bosporus, and she barely managed to banish the entity back to Tartarus, freeing Oidhche from its malignant influence.
Now, allied with her acolyte child, Nyx had a revenge score to settle with Kay-Tall, and she favored the destruction of Constantinople heartily when she felt the ill winds blowing on the direction of that city. Perhaps for the first time Nyx acknowledged Clan Lasombra when both shared the same vision of a burning Constantinople and the Patriarch consumed into ashes in its flames. As for Oloff, Nyx’s consort was lost to her, but deep down she harbored hope for his return, even if it meant that she had to let him go for now. Meanwhile, her child Oidhche, known by the alias Lord Marcus, acted as her representative on Lasombra Princes’ courts. When the Crusaders fell over Constantinople, Nyx and her childe were already established among the victorious Latins, especially the maritime Venetians. Her predicament in Constantinople had taught Nyx not to ignore the children of darkness, no matter if they embraced their divine legacy or squandered it in beliefs of curses and damnation. They could be dangerous, and considering the power the friends of the night had demonstrated, effective. However, centuries of mistrust could not be easily overcome, so she kept herself and her child apart from them as much as possible. Since Venice was a nest of the friends of the night Nyx favored the Italian city of Ravenna, which proved a secure haven for her to lick her wounds and help plot the fall of Constantinople.
From Ravena she watched the wheel of ages turn once again, and she paid close attention when the fires of revolution began to simmer on the blood of the younger night-spawns. Tales spread about how their passion was hot enough to bring down the supreme king of shadows, but Nyx knew that on that fateful castle in Sicily nested but a shadow of Erebus drawn from the abyss by a mighty priest of darkness in nights of yore. The tyrant of Syracuse was not a god, not even a night-spawn. That thing was nothing more than an arrogant shade seeking to escape the same fate of the priest she had cast twice in oblivion. It was a testament to the friends of night’s idiocy that they choose to serve it first and fought to be free from it later, without ever realizing how hollow the thing they cared so much about was. Still, the accomplishment of these new leaders of the friends of the night was not without merit, and Nyx felt some sympathy for the Anarchs’ efforts at freedom (emulating her own, eons past) and for their divorce from the notion of damnation brought by Christian priests. Even if they were embracing folk legends told by hearth fires to explain their nature, believing themselves monsters – vampires – instead of gods, at least they accepted their true natures, embracing their monstrosity and segregating themselves from mortals.
At last free from Catholic dogma after so long, Clan Lasombra started to draw the attention of Nyx. She exulted in the news about packs led by Lasombra destroying hated Elders, some of them enemies she remembered well from Roman nights – or their progeny, which was a good riddance anyway. When the Sabbat rose from the breaking of the Anarch Revolt at the hands of the Camarilla, Nyx did not join – she was too old and detached from politics and nightly affairs to care for such allegiances, and their Catholic trapping still upset her – but she never rebuked those who had the courage and tenacity to come looking for her tutelage. As long as she was paid the appropriate respect, her divine nature unquestioned, she would share her mastery over night and darkness, even with those outside of her blood – if they proved deserving.
When mortals started questing farther into the oceans, Nyx felt compelled to join. The sea had always been her truest and loyal lover, and where there was seafaring there was an opportunity to sack and plunder. By the time the age of piracy reached its full height, she had established herself as a pirate queen once more, commanding an impressive fleet and hoarding gold as never before. To this night she maintains an impressive maritime armada, but spread on the seven oceans and dealing equally both in modern piracy and commerce. She had learned well the lesson about staying close to the sea, so it has been centuries that she has made her havens on ships, travelling from port to port.
The more recent centuries also saw Nyx and the friends of the night grow closer, as they wisely approached her with respect, recognizing her mastery over darkness. For her part, being venerated at last by those of her blood awakened in her feelings of Clan pride and loyalty, and she finally took her place as one of the Lasombra. As such, the dawn of modernity found Nyx a goddess well disposed towards her Clan. Her cultists now are vampires, venerating her knowledge and abyssal prowess. Over the millennia she has created many children, who in turn have become abyssal teacher themselves or powers to be feared on their own, like Oidhche. Many have risen to prominence among the Sabbat, some even on the Camarilla. They look at Nyx and emulate her desire of seeing those of the blood of night and darkness achieve respect, status, success. Nyx does not care for such things to herself, but Clan Lasombra deserves it in her mind. After so much time, she has come to finally admire the members of the friends of the night, and she has found a calling in serving them as a wise and respected Elder. As their goddess.
Still, all is not well. Some hollowness still gnaws at her core, a void left by Oloff. There is no amount of bloodshed, no abyssal sorcery, not anything that can fill that longing. Nyx has turned to strange spiritual dalliances, dancing among mysterious groups that offer her everything and more… and still there is nothing that will satisfy her. She has become spiritual, yes. She has traveled to Eastern ports and communed with its strange vampires and sects, visited its gods and demons to learn their secrets of enlightenment. But something eludes her. Is it unrequited love? She is sure Oloff still exists, she would have known if he had met Final Death. Eons have passed since they last saw each other, and perhaps the memory of the Patriarch has left his mind. Perhaps he thinks of her, remembering the nights they spent together on his homeland, as she does. Perhaps they can be together again. The goddess would be pleased with that.
Image: The powers over darkness come at a great cost, and sometimes they are infectious. It is obvious that Nyx was once a beautiful woman, athletic and curvaceous. But her pale body has long been tainted by shadows, to the point that only heavily cloaked or concealed she would be mistaken for a human. Her hair has turned into serpentine tendrils of darkness that wave and dance above her head like a flame. Her eyes are pools of shadows, completely black and somewhat reflective, and even her features are often washed in shades. Her blood, on the rare occasions when it is spilled, or worse, when she drops tears, is black like ink. Her left arm was consumed by the abyss up to the elbow, and while functional it is tinged in dark. Given her command over the powers of Obtenebration, when in battle Nyx usually is seen wearing obsidian armor and weapons summoned from the Abyss, inlaid with strange but beautiful patterns. On more civil circumstances, she covers her nudity with shadows, which can range a wide gamut, simulating simple sleeveless gowns, elaborate togas or voluminous cloaks. She is found of floating in semi-human form and travelling through shadows. Sometimes she is accompanied by a Raven familiar, an intelligent and talkative creature fed on blood and shadows that can hardly be mistaken by a normal beast, if it ever was such.
Gattison Admin
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:59 pm
Wow, that's pretty awesome. I like this character a whole lot. =)
Quote :
Name: Nyx Nature: Survivor Demeanor: Deviant Clan: Lasombra (Autarkis) Embrace: 371 BC Sire: Unknown Generation: 6th Concept: Cultist of the Night
You also had this little bit on the WW forum, and had mentioned something about not filling in the rest of her stats.
Take a look at Pedro Perez in Abyss Guide, and maybe you could use that format for Nyz as well.
And I'm glad she's an actual Lasombra, too, lol.
valismedsen
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:05 am
Okay, I actually tried to put a tentative dot distribution for Nyx and I think it came out nicely. I also finished the roleplayin hints section. Tell me if you feel that the thing with the Path of Lilith needs a deeper explanation.
Roleplaying Hints:
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Although you share some of the Bahari beliefs, you see how the followers of the Path of Lilith are misguided. Lilith was a mere myth, a metaphor for the true goddess of night and darkness that you embody. As the avatar of such an august deity, you should always act accordingly. Tolerate no disrespect to your divine claim. Nothing can cast doubt on your certainty of godhood. However, those who approach you respectfully find you are pragmatic and reasonable. You demand no elaborate rituals, ceremonies or protocols. You struggle for Clan Lasombra’s hegemony, because they share the true legacy of night in their blood, and have finally come to embrace it. It is possible that the other clans descend from other gods, some of them even foreign to your pantheon. Still, you will accept converts that will venerate night, and might even teach them the mysteries of darkness. You pursue any knowledge about night and darkness, in whatever culture or tradition, for night is universal and harbors many secrets. You are in a deep spiritual quest, nowadays more than ever before. Perhaps this journey will end when you find your true lost love once again.
Character Sheet:
Spoiler:
Name: Nyx Nature: Survivor Demeanor: Deviant Clan: Lasombra (Autarkis) Embrace: 371 BC (Ghouled: 431) Sire: Unknown Generation: 6th Concept: Cultist of the Night
Discipline Combination Powers: Armor of Darkness, Armory of the Abyss, Dark Steel
Rituals of Darkness: It is possible that Nyx knows all the Rituals of Darkness available to her power level, besides some she might have developed herself.
Morality: Path of Lilith 7 Willpower: 8 (9 when near the sea) Merits & Flaws: Pelagic Harmony, Pelagic Compulsion, Eerie Presence
Anda
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:48 am
Wow, awesome character! I like every little detail in it, completely flawless! I have tried drawing her 3 times already but all of them went into the trashcan. She has proven to be a challenge. Everytime I come close to capture her essence she slips out of my grip. I will continue my hunt another day... for now, I let her live only in our imagination.
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:22 am
wow, Anda, lol... an artist and a poet, heh
valismedsen
Posts : 75 Join date : 2012-06-11 Age : 41 Location : Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:09 am
Would you like some ideas?
This character was inspired by Eris, from the adventures of Sinbad.
Another inspiration was Bêlit, the pirate queen from Conan stories.
(I should add to the description that, as Bêlit, Nyx suffers from avarice. It could be her derangement.)
In this character you can go for a more epic image.
It could be interesting if you perhaps add Oloff as well, maybe appearing as a sort of memory in the background.
Oloff should be a viking warrior, kinda Thor-like (big, buff, blond, bearded), but more blood-thirsty a barbaric (I envision him covered in blood dripping from his hair), wielding axes (I have to change his sword to axes on the write-up).
Ravens are a good symbol to add to the image as well.
Anda
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:46 am
Wow If I was just as patient as I say I am, but I wasn't. That inspiration up there wouldve come in handy, but now when I see it I've already finished. I'll post it on the facebook page. Please comment and let me know if u like it or not, I could approach it differently.
valismedsen
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:30 am
One other idea is that even if she's frightening, Nyx should look very feminine. Her hair looks more like waves, and if wearing am armor it wouldn't look bulky, but like a second skin, perhaps scaled.
Anda
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Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:19 am
Alright, take a look at facebook and tell me what u think about that one.
Gattison Admin
Posts : 306 Join date : 2012-06-03 Age : 44 Location : New England, USA
Subject: Re: Nyx, the goddes of night Tue Jul 10, 2012 1:45 am
same here. Nyx (as well as her picture, of course) should be all set in the next PDF update.
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