Nymira Blake
Species:
Witch
Full name:
Nymira "Nym" Blake Sæbeorn Night
Family
Ava Blake-Sortis - Cousin
Rowena Sortis - Cousin-in-law
Zayne Burkes - Ex-Husband
Clara Blake - Mother (fictional) - Deceased
Adonis Blake - Father (fictional) - Deceased
Mirabel Blake - Little sister - Deceased, unintentionally brought back
Natalie Blake - Maternal aunt (fictional) - Status unknown
Aislin Sæbeorn Cadeyrn - Sister
Dark V. Night - Sister
Tara Rayne Night - Sister
Paradox Night - Brother-in-law - Married to Dark V. Night
Bear Ecje Night - Niece
Ophelia Virtutum Night - Niece
Azrael Night - Brother
Jayden Sæbeorn R. L. Dornez - Great Niece - Niece of Tara Leveau Rayne, granddaughter of Bryony A. Sæbeorn Night, and daughter of John Dornez and Sophia R. Leveau Dornez
John Dornez - Nephew
Tatiana Blake - Daughter - Unborn
Date of Birth:
November 23, 1887 (appears around 23)
Heritage:
English; Egyptian; Greek
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Appearance
Face Claim: Demi Lovato
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown - black
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lbs
Dressing Style: She does not have a "signature" style, but she does like to wear whatever catches her eye.
Personality
Likes: Reading; taking care of others; defending justice
Dislikes: Hiding who she is; liars; anything done less than perfect
Strengths: Fire magic; pride in her heritage; blood magic; common sense; caring heart
Weaknesses: Water; perfectionism; competitiveness; easily jealous; mentally unstable
Habits/Mannerisms:
Nym is a snarky bitch, thank you very much. Regardless of her sarcastic, sharp tongue, she has a big heart and a strong moral belief that good should preside over all. Fair warning to any who meet her, she is proud of her heritage and power. She has no shame in who she is, and she doesn't care whether you like her or not as long as you respect her.
History
August 12, 1908
A tight pain squeezed in her chest as Nymira took one last look at was once her family's home, covered by the night's shadow. Technically, it still was their home; it just wasn't hers anymore. Her mother's harsh words echoed through her mind, her father's cold stare frozen in her memory.
”You are not our daughter anymore. Remove yourself from this house or be put to death.”
While lost in thought, a shadowy figure darted into her field of vision towards her family's house. The young woman immediately stiffened, her gaze locked on the house, which was now dark – her family most likely asleep by now. Every muscle seemed to become paralyzed until she heard a scream.
It was her little sister, Mirabel.
The paralysis shattered and she broke into a sprint, taking hold of her skirts as they flapped against her legs, her ebony hair falling out of the bobby pins that held them up. A curly strand fell in front of her dark, cocoa eyes, which were wide with terror.
Heart pounding erratically in her chest, she threw open the door in time to see a thin figure – seemingly female – running down the steps, freezing in place when she spotted Nymira in the doorway. She hissed at the woman, and without realizing it flames erupted in the palms of Nym's outstretched hands.
She didn't think, she only acted.
The fireballs hit the figure, and she screeched a high-pitched, inhuman sound before suddenly disappearing, the house falling silent and dark once more. Nym dashed up the steps to her sister's room, the door ajar. Hands shaking, she pushed it and stepped inside, a strangled sob escaping from her throat at the scene before her.
Blood was splattered all over the walls, floor, and Mira's bed. The child's inky hair pooled out around her head like a dark halo. Crimson stained the front of her once pastel pink nightdress where tears in the fabric indicated she'd been stabbed multiple times in the chest.
Silent tears slid down Nym's cheeks and she turned and rushed towards her parents' room, slamming the door open to find the same scene, more or less.
Blood. All she could see was blood.
A scream erupted from her vocal cords and all the candles in the house set fire, the fireplace dangerously blazing high. She briskly turned and sprinted out of the house just on time to see the entire place burn to the ground. The smell of fire and burning flesh filled her nostrils and she covered her nose with an arm, collapsing to the ground in a heap, loudly sobbing.
The tears she shed were not for her family, but for herself. She'd lost her family twice in only one day. The pain of that realization was too much to bear and she came to a decision that would haunt her for years to come.