Nickname(s): Nox Date of Birth: March 10, 1917 (date inhabited vessel) Age: 104 // 30 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Hellhound Special Powers: (optional) Owner: N/A Residence/Location: NYC Occupation/position: Assasin (formerly), Bladesmith Other:
a p p e a r a n c e
Nox stands a 6' 0" with dark brown hair and blue eyes. His hair is somewhat shaggy, a product more of forgetting to go get haircuts rather than a fashion choice. When he is working at his shop much like others he generally looks more disheveled in old t-shirts and jeans. It's rare to see him not looking just a little scruffy as if he forgot to shave for a day or two (which he usually does). When needed though he can clean up very nicely and dress for whatever occasion that is needed for him to blend in.
The flesh of the body that he is living inside is as if it is frozen in time. It carries the scars of the man the body was before such as the bullet wounds that were inflicted when the man initially died and the typical scrapes and such from when the body was a boy climbing trees and getting into mischief. But now it does not age and it does not scar. The hellhound had attempted to get a tattoo, however he faded quickly back to state the flesh was originally in.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Nox has many masks. He can be friendly and charming. He can command a room or blend into the background. Whatever the situation is, he adapts himself to be a part of the ground, to blend in. He is also able to stay quiet, making himself unseen if needed or wanted. He can charm heads of state or he can play the role of the quiet servant who is seen and not heard. When he doesn't care to "perform" he's a blunt individual. He'll say whatever is on his mind, not caring if it is what the person on the receiving end of the conversation wants to hear or not.
The real Nox, the one behind the ever changing mask is not one that people really get to see. When he's alone, he becomes quiet and pensive. He prefers to lose himself in his work rather than socialize with many people. To him people have agendas and can never be trusted at face value. The world is stuck in a "Whats in it for me?" mentality that the hellhound chooses not to be a part of.
b i o g r a p h y
Nox came into being in 1917 when a young and eager Romanian boy who wanted to fight for his country had fallen in battle. There had been bodies everywhere which made it easy for Nox to just slip away unseen and his vessel be labeled as missing in action. While others of his kind waited for the right moment to inhabit a body, Nox had been summoned. A vampire at war with another had struck a deal with a witch to call him forth for his lines particular talents.
The vampire wanted his enemy assassinated rather than go into battle, knowing that his territory was outnumbered. In exchange for Nox's assistance, the vampire would destroy the spell to send him back and let him roam the earth until he was ready to leave on his own. It was one that the hellhound readily agreed to as the perfect set of circumstances for his kind to get a vessel were complicated.
The kill was an easy one. The vampire of the other territory was prideful and did not think that he could be defeated. But a creature of the night should always be aware of what could lurk in the shadows. After a few days, Nox had taken out the vampires guard before finally presenting his client with the leaders head. True to his word, the vampire destroyed the spell and offered to pay the hellhound handsomely for his services if ever needed again.
This suited him just fine. Killing and being discreet was what he was good at. It became his business and it was never short of work. There was always someone wanting to kill someone else. But he had his own set of rules. He would not kill children. Children after all were innocents and he would never take their life. He also tended to avoid killing women as well unless a good case was made. He joined the wars when they came around partially out of boredom, but also because he could sneak around. In World War II he was a trained sniper. In Korea and Vietnam, he took on the role of medic. Positions where he could blend in or hide to do whatever job he needed done or was hired to do.
The supernatural community coming forward was quite surprising to Nox. But what came next was all too predictable. The ones who saw themselves as better, more evolved of course wanted the power. And of course that wasn't going to be accepted without a fight. Which meant yet another war. This one though Nox had no interest of involving himself in. He didn't really sympathize with the humans. After all they had been doing the same thing to each other for eons. Killing each other for land, power, status. But in Nox's mind the supernaturals were no better. Yes they joined together to fight off the weaker species. But there would inevitably be infighting as well. Vampires saw themselves as practically gods and at the top of the supernatural food chain. And it would trickle down between the species. The more human you were, the less you were. But at least you were still better than the actual humans. Nox himself chose not to fight. Not because he cared either way, but because it did not interest him at all.
But after a century of killing, Nox became tired of it. Like he had always said killing was a never ending business. But as time went on the reasons became pettier, meaningless. It seemed now it was getting rid of business partners for money. Or trying to get rid of a spouse. To Nox that was uninteresting. But still he wanted to stay on earth. And so he did and he put his other talent to use. Weapon making. Though for the most part his weapons were historica recreations for museum exhibits. But still it was something he enjoyed and found peaceful. Moving to New York City he opened up his own shop in the warehouse district, deciding to finally make a home somewhere.
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player: Nny age: 32 contact: nny#4677 timezone: CST played-by: Sebastian Stan coding:fenostol@rp_tutorials