Name: Nyx
Meaning “night,” Nyx embodies a mysterious foreboding presence, much like the darkness she’s named for

Gender:
Female

Age:
5

Rank: Warlord

Desired Rank: She's happy where she is.

Reputation:

"You may hate me, and that's fine by me... But you'd better respect me."

Nyx has worked extremely hard to fight her way up in the ranks. Nyx has killed and clawed her way up to warlord mainly because of her ferocity and ruthlessness in battle. Her nature of a cold, brooding killing machine benefits the pack tremendously, and the leadership doesn't feel threatened by her as long as her intentions don't drift towards the politics of the pack. She is known for being neither a follower or a leader, but someone you definitely want backing you up. She seems to have little to no morals, as she sees those as a weakness, yet her conscience is louder than she would like to let on. However, it would take a truly inspiring cause and catalyst for Nyx to ever act on moral code instead of logic. Paired with her brother, Rune, who is content as a Ranger, this sibling duo has both the love and hate of pack members, but always the respect.

Thoughts on the Trials:

She really couldn't care less. The politics of the pack irritate her, and as long as the new leaders respect her and give her enough space, she doesn't really have any qualms with it.

Rune: "You're f-ing creepy, you know that?"

Nyx: "Clearly not creepy enough- you still annoy me too much."

Physical Appearance:
Nyx is a striking and imposing figure—tall and lean, with a sleek yet strong frame that commands attention. She stand at 35 inches at the shoulder, weighing in at 135 pounds of pure muscle and cold rage. Her build is one of impressive agility, not overly muscular but still capable of surprising strength. She moves with a fluidity that blends speed and power, each step purposeful and controlled. Her tall stature adds to her presence, allowing her to stand out among other wolves, yet she retains the swiftness of her kind, with none of the bulkiness that could impede her agility.

Her coat is primarily a deep, jet-black, but it’s not uniform. Specks of graying hairs scatter across her fur, giving her a mottled appearance that catches the light in unexpected ways. These gray strands aren’t enough to make her look old, but they lend her an almost ethereal, twilight-like appearance. The speckling is particularly noticeable along her back and shoulders, adding depth and dimension to her sleek frame. This coloration serves her well in her environment, allowing her to blend seamlessly into the dusky shadows of twilight or the soft, dim light of dawn, where the darkness fades into light.

Nyx’s eyes are an icy blue, cold and piercing, standing out sharply against the black of her coat. There’s an intensity to her gaze that can be both mesmerizing and intimidating, a gaze that feels like it can see straight through to your intentions.

Her body carries the marks of her experiences—scars that speak of battles fought and survived. A jagged scar cuts across her face, running from just below her left eye to the bridge of her muzzle, a reminder of a close call with an enemy. Another scar lines her shoulder. Her right ear is particularly distinct, bearing a triangle-shaped chunk missing from the edge, a battle wound that hasn’t quite healed evenly, leaving her with a permanent badge of honor.

Nyx’s determination runs deep. When faced with adversity, she fights through it without hesitation, showing that her strength lies not just in physical prowess, but in an unyielding spirit that refuses to give up, no matter the challenge. Though fiercely protective of those she cares about, Nyx values her autonomy. She understands the importance of the pack but has an innate drive to follow her own instincts, trusting her judgment above all. If wolves could raise a middle finger, she would be continually flipping everyone off.

Nyx has a deep sense of responsibility toward her pack members and those close to her. She can sense the needs of others with a quiet empathy, often stepping in to protect or assist when necessary. She doesn’t overextend herself, but she’ll fight to the end to ensure her loved ones are safe. That being said, while she can sense emotions, she hates emotions entirely. If you think she's helping you get through your feelings from the goodness of her heart, be prepared for disappointment. She just considers this a liability that must be quickly remedied.

In the heat of battle or moments of danger, Nyx doesn’t freeze. She quickly analyzes her surroundings—just enough to form a plan—and then leaps into action. Her swift decisions make her a fierce ally, one who adapts on the fly when things don’t go according to plan. Nyx knows how to read a situation fast. She’s not the type to overanalyze; she assesses just enough to understand the next steps. She hates it when something is overanalyzed, and prefers to just get to the freaking point. When things change unexpectedly, she doesn’t hesitate—she adapts and adjusts her approach in real-time. There’s no overthinking, just a calculated response to whatever comes her way.

Beneath her tough exterior, Nyx holds onto the weight of her emotions. She rarely shows her vulnerability, fearing it might be seen as weakness. However, in moments of solitude, she wrestles with her need for connection, trying to balance her inner strength with her more tender feelings. While Nyx might not overanalyze, she’s sharp. Her mind works quickly, picking up on details others might miss. This allows her to outmaneuver opponents with ease, using her wit as much as her strength.

In moments of tension, Nyx isn’t afraid to crack a wry joke or offer a dry retort. It’s her way of diffusing the intensity of the moment. Despite this, she carries herself with a quiet, assured confidence, knowing her abilities without needing to boast. Nyx’s love for her pack runs deep, but she doesn’t easily let others in. She’s cautious about who she trusts and tends to keep her innermost thoughts and feelings close to her chest, only revealing them to those she truly believes are worthy of her vulnerability.

Crush: (TBD, You're welcome to PM me though if you want to work out a relationship)

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties: Born to one of the lower females in the pack and sired by an unknown rogue wolf from the northern territories, where wolves are larger and bulkier framed, Nyx and her twin brother, Rune, are automatically recognized as uncommon. This was originally seen as a scandal and act of disloyalty to the pack when their mother was found to be establishing a romantic connection to a rogue wolf spawned from a foreign pack. As a result, the pups were shunned by many pack members in their early years, until their physical prowess was revealed as an excellent asset to the pack's ranks. Neither sibling has aspirations for leadership.

Pack Affiliations: (Open to friendships or allies beyond her brother, but she prefers to keep her circle small)

Other: Wolves have a slight webbing between their toes to help keep themselves from sinking too far into the snow. Wolves could easily eat 10 chickens.