As of now, this character is effectively out of play until further notice. For any that knew this PC, much like his father before him he's taken to frequent planar travel. However, his stints away seem to last longer and longer with less and less to hold him here...





---------------------------------------"Even if it makes me blind, I just wanna see the light..."



For what feels like millennia treading the borders between walks of existence, subjected to tortures, nay, horrors beyond imagination, and beyond hope for an end to the suffering; the creature somehow endured. What emerged in the wake of a moment of escape, of triumph had become twisted beyond recognition.  Having become an outcast in every sense of the word, condemned for seemingly eternity; such does things to a being...and the being formerly known by some as Nocturne before you now is no exception. Regardless of what one may see or hear presented, one can rest assure she strives to follow her own path and purpose within her wretched existence.

Rising at 6'1" tall with a lithe yet supple build, carrying herself with purposeful strides yet cautious maneuvers that belie both the macabre and paranoia of a being who has seen what felt like eons of nightmares. Her feathered wings colored midnight black solidly present when visible, no longer a translucent shadow of what once was, spreading from her back with a good breadth and width spanning twenty feet. Beneath the helmet, armor, and/or clothing, what one sees is a pale yet healthy complexion. Said seemingly flawless skin lies stretched taught against the good bit of toned muscle and narrow curves filling out her looming form. Her countenance framed by shoulder length hair in a deep and rich auburn color framing those depthless, bright silver eyes, high taught cheekbones, blush pink lips almost always curled into a modest smile of one having come to a semblance of peace within herself once more. Her voice a deep, vibrating alto is still often sorrowful, yet reverberates of power and one having found strength in pain and anguish. While mostly devoid of any surface markings, her now visage devoid of the inky black markings once marring her features; should one catch the even rarer glimpse of what lies beneath the garments worn they'd find another five "works of art" so to speak. The one constant once seen, the smooth leather choker wrapping around that stretch of neck, is no longer seen upon her person. When armed, she will be carrying either the scythe of dark obsidian and swirled midnight blue-black always seemingly cloaked in some manner of frigid cold or shadowed aura, or, the scythe of dull brass and sturdy mahogany wood engulfed in hellish flames. All things given though, "Radiance" isn't terribly shabby to behold if you can get past her tendencies to be rather wary...but then again looks are almost always deceiving within this realm.

There is no particular reason for recently traveling to the chaotic cesspool of Sinfar of all places. In truth, it is mere coincidence in traversing planes while escaping that landed her here. For a change though would seem fates smiled down upon the woman as her time here has brought her in contact with her previous mentor, now close friend and companion. Though with his guidance and patience as well as through the many interactions with others, she has gained some semblance of her former glory however she still has a very long way to go...

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Bio and Character both a WIP