MOON, nyx dione

[NYX DIONE MOON]

Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Nyx Dione Moon. AGE & BIRTHDAY Twenty-two born 17-July-2002. OCCUPATION Gryffindor Alumna, late night WWN Radio DJ BLOOD STATUS Half-blood. FACE CLAIM Ashley Nicolette Frangipane (Halsey). WAND TYPE Ten inch, Kunzite powder, canary whitewood, supple. PATRONUS Unable to produce one. PETS None, though she has considered getting a cat. ABILITIES/ SPECIES None. Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd. Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard part one WHAT NYX KNOWS since her world turned upside down the only things that nyx can be sure of is her past as too much has happened for her to trust that everything can be how it was. i. inside her is a lioness. perhaps not the bravest or the most courageous of the three moon children, nyx, is often underestimated and thought to be a coward that is too timid. yet it is when she is underestimated that she can show just how wrong these assumptions are. ii. the ministry is trying its best, but sometimes one's best is not enough. things are going to change and change doesn't always mean better. the world as they know it is oscillating between silence and noise. silence cannot last forever though. iii. her job is something to be thankful for. she can hide behind radio waves and broadcasts. she can become lost in the beat of music and forget for a minute or two just how sad she feels in this world. forget how alone she is. forget about the days she dreamed of working for the ministry. forget about how she dreamed of being the bringer of bliss, the harbinger of forgetting. but how good of an obliviator would she have been anyways, seeing as all she wanted to do these days herself was forget? iv. so many friends no longer wish to see her anymore.  maybe it is because she is too broken, a fragment of the nyx they knew back in school.  or maybe it is because they cannot stand to look at her with so much pity after all she has been through.  the reasons and possibilities are endless, but it doesn't change the fact she misses them all. v. that the human mind is as vast and as deep as all the oceans and seas of the world put together. And deeper still. vi. she has spent more time in st. mungo's than any witch or wizard her age should. she has wandered the halls in a gown. paced the white room in a slow shuffle of confusion and disorientation. she has become lost in her own mind behind the walls and gone so far as to question if they ever should have released her. vii. something in her mind is not right. she often finds herself lost in the fog of her memories. faded images that she just cannot piece to gather. memories she cannot claim as her own and yet somehow they seem as if they should be. she feels fragmented. she has begun to question her sanity. viii. she is alone. first it was aria, caught up in a riot in johannesburg. the sister she barely knew, gone. then she was stripped of her parents, two casualties of the university bombing leaving just her brother. a brother who became just another casualty of the monsters that plague the world. she the sole survivor, and that terrifies her.  part two WHAT NYX REMEBERS the past is often painful but there are just something's that nyx can never forget as no matter how it hurts it is better to remember what she stands for and why. i. hogwarts. being taught to levitate a feather, to freeze a burning flame, to illuminate the darkness whenever she wishes and, later, to learn of spells that can erase or alter whole memories as one might the glare of sunshine with a hand, with a whisper ii. the remembrall she always keeps in her pocket, which always seems to glow red and yet she cannot recall just what it is she has forgotten. iii. the summer before her fourth year. her fingers are tangled in a wreath of blonde hair not her own. it is after this summer and each summer that follows that she hears less and less of her sister until one day aria was no more. iv. her fifth year. nyx risks being caught and harangued by the head of house, risks detention as she and a flock of her friends steal out of dorms past curfew. they run towards the black lake and leave their robes and shoes and hairpins behind them. there are seven of them: seven naked bodies that are smooth and silver beneath a waxing moon. seven bodies submerging themselves in fathomless, ephemeral depths. their laughter is swallowed up by the water. nyx lets herself sink like a stone, her hair and arms trailing above her as she floats towards oblivion. v. someone lurking at the periphery of her vision. yet when she tries to look they are never there. often times she questions if it is merely a ghost or her mind playing a trick on her. vi. the day the letters came to a halt. how her brother left in search of their beloved sister. how he returned alone. the funeral was a quiet affair, conducted on an overcast day. but there was no body to bury, just the memories. vii. being naked. casting her clothes onto the floor at night, and leaving them there even in the next day. pattering about the house in nothing but socks, bare skin opalescent in the raw light of each new morning. naked, plunging into the cold of freezing lakes and walking into waves. into the sea she goes. aphrodite in reverse. viii. the stillness of the room. her role is reversed. instead of her in the bed it is xander, her brother. the hushed whispers of the healers seems more like shouting. wolf. wolf. wolf. the word keeps being repeated over and over its hard to say if it is being said aloud or if it is just pounding in her head. he lays lifeless. his eyes never to open again. at least death was a far better fate than to live month to month as a monstrosity. ix. the peeling paint she slowly chipped away with her finger nails. the healer dressed in mint robes would come around every half hour. she called her dearie and gave her potions. potions that stopped the dreams. potions that stopped the thoughts. the memories. she told her how she was making good progress. how end of the month she would be out of there. she almost wished she'd never get better. x. how quickly the day turned to horror. the packed halls that had seemed friendly and inviting now seemed like a death sentence. and in the midst of it all she could have swore she saw a face she knew. as her world faded black and she fell upon the cold stone, for just that moment nyx thought she saw her long dead sister. part three WHAT NYX DOESN'T since graduation nyx has obliviated herself and modify her memory at least three times.  i. her sister, aria did not die in the johannesburg riot. aria's betrayal was too much to take. turning her back on the family when they needed her the most. nyx couldn't bear to live knowing the madness her sister had drifted into. working alongside those who looked only to cause chaos in a world of peace. killing for blood purity, killing for sport, killing just to kill. her final words to their brother played over and over in her head for nights. each one felt like a knife to her chest the pain became too much to take. she was better off thinking her sister dead; after all she might as well be. ii. her brother, xander, is a monster. the attack changed him. their exchange of words landed her in st. mungo's for five days. no longer was he an innocent. no longer was he the brother she loved. it was too hard to cope with the loss of the last loved on she had. her actions were rash and not thought out. but at least she would only remember the man he was before the beast consumed him. iii. her parents, while she remembers they are dead she does not remember the real way they died. the university of alistair bombing made for an easy excuse having been there to witness the event. it was easier to make herself think her parents had been there with her instead of accepting her sister had returned to murder their parents. it was too much to wrap her mind around that aria wanted them to suffer for finding disappointment in her life choices, yes it was much easier to let someone else take the blame for the loss of the ones who gave her life easier than blaming the sister who she could not come to hate. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. ALIAS: Bonzi AGE: 27 DISCOVERY: Paige ♥ and I basically live here CHARACTERS: ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV, ALTAIR MAE POYNTER, AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL, AMITY CATHLEEN PARRIS, ANTOINE MARQUEZ LETOURNEAU, APOLLO JAMES BORDEN, AUBREY CAMILLA SCIARRA, AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH, AXEL TOBIAS MEAGHER, BAILEY IVO MCCONNELL, BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY, BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN, CASPIAN DMITRI CROSSHEART, DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS, ELEANOR CORDELIA WORRALL, EMILLA PÄIVÄ AALTO, EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV, GERONE CARLOTTA CARPETHOS, GIDGET ANABEL HALE, ICARUS ALAWN LLEWELLYN, IMOGEN NIAMH MERRITT, IRINKA AKSINYA XANTHOPOULOS, ISAAC RYDER MCAVOY-GREYBACK, JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP, JACQUELINE AURORA TALBOTT, LACHLAN WALLACE MONTGOMERY, LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK, NATHANAEL ANTOINE CLEMENCE, NYX DIONE MOON, OROCHI TACHIBANA, PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA, PAXTON POLARIS PRESCOTT, PHINEAS AJAX PAKARINEN, ROBERT SHAY WAGTAIL-HOLDEN, TAWNEE RAE ADDAMS, TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER, YŪKI SATŌ NOTES: made by paige

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She seems like such an interesting character. I can't wait to see what you do with her! Don't forget your claims!