Nyx Solras

Background

Born from the whispers of the wind and the pulse of the earth, Nyx Solras never knew the warmth of family or the comfort of a name spoken with love. He emerged from the celestial currents alone, a Yokai Ryu with no lineage to call his own. Unlike other Ryu who carried the weight of tradition and ancestry, Nyx was an anomaly, an untethered spirit wandering the mortal and celestial realms in search of purpose.From the moment he became self-aware, he was different. His magic did not flow with the raw force of storms or the vastness of the ocean, as was common for his kind. Instead, his power manifested in ink; liquid darkness that coiled around his fingers, shaping itself into ethereal beasts and fleeting phantoms, only to dissolve back into nothingness. His creations were beautiful but impermanent, a cruel reflection of his own existence. No matter how desperately he tried to mold something lasting, it always faded away.Long ago, Nyx found solace in a small, hidden village on the edge of the world, where humans and spirits coexisted in fragile harmony. There, he discovered the quiet joy of cooking, of turning raw ingredients into something nourishing, something real. For the first time, he felt as though he belonged. The villagers welcomed him, and though they feared his true nature, they revered his presence, believing him to be a divine blessing upon their home.
It was there that he met a quiet and kind-hearted artisan who specialized in calligraphy and painting. Unlike the others in the village, who whispered of yokai with wary eyes, Isamu did not fear Nyx. Instead, he was fascinated by him; by the way his ink-like magic danced through the air, by the way he shaped his creations with such effortless grace.At first, Nyx dismissed Isamu’s presence as nothing more than a passing curiosity. But over time, he found himself drawn to the human’s steady hands, to the way he moved a brush across parchment with the same reverence Nyx gave to his own creations. Isamu saw beauty in everything, even in Nyx’s darkness, and for the first time, Nyx allowed himself to believe that perhaps he was something more than just a fleeting shadow.Their love was slow and unspoken, woven into the quiet moments they shared. Isamu guiding Nyx’s hands over parchment, their fingers stained with ink; Nyx stealing glimpses of Isamu’s smile as he worked late into the night. There was no need for declarations, no grand confessions. Love existed in the space between them, in the way Isamu would leave out an extra cup of tea, knowing Nyx would appear, and in the way Nyx would carve out protective sigils in ink along Isamu’s walls, ensuring no harm would come to him.But peace is a fragile thing.One fateful night, a warlord seeking power descended upon the village, demanding the favor of the dragon that resided there. When Nyx refused to bow, they slaughtered the people he had come to love, and even the one he would call his heart; burning the village to the ground in a show of cruelty. In his grief, his ink turned to poison, his sorrow manifesting as a tide of darkness that swallowed the warlord and his men, their screams lost to the abyss. But vengeance did not bring back the dead. He stood among the ruins of what had been his first and only home, his hands stained not with ink, but with the weight of his failure.From that moment on, Nyx wandered aimlessly, never settling, never allowing himself to grow close to another. He spent his days creating ink-bound phantoms of the villagers he had lost, only to watch them dissolve, over and over again. Cooking became his only tether to a life he could never reclaim—a ritual that reminded him of warmth, even when his soul felt cold.Bound by a contract he never saw coming, Nyx lost the last shred of freedom he had left. Now, he serves not by choice, but by obligation, his spirit as caged as his ink-born creations. He does not kneel, nor does he submit fully, his rebellion takes quieter forms. A stolen trinket here, a dish prepared out of spite instead of care, an ink-borne creature that escapes his grasp for just a little too long. Small acts of defiance in the face of captivity.But beneath the mischief, beneath the mask of indifference, Nyx remains haunted by his past. He is a dragon without a sky, a spirit without a home. And no matter how many meals he prepares or how many ink-bound memories he recreates, he knows that some things, some wounds, can never truly be healed.

Info

Sexuality: Bi
Gender: Male
Family: None
Age: Unknown
Relationship: Single
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Ink artist
Languages: Hingan, Common, Ancient
Weapons of Choice: Ink magic.Quirks:
absentmindedly conjures small ink-like creatures when lost in thought. These ephemeral beings, birds, fish, or even tiny dragons; hover around him before fading into wisps of darkness. The more emotional he is, the more unstable and erratic they become- compulsion to steal small objects- Ink-Stained Hands- When alone, Nyx hums ancient, haunting melodies with no known origin- His tail often betrays his emotions. A slow, lazy flick means boredom, a sharp lash indicates irritation, and a curled tip signals deep contemplation or sadness- Sometimes he murmurs to the creatures he brings to life- Rarely Sleeps- Silent Cooking Rituals- Rarely Sleeps- Often smokes from a Kiseru.Personality:
Nyx Solras is a creature of contradictions, elegant yet sharp, melancholic yet mischievous. Beneath his ethereal beauty and quiet demeanor lies a mind as fluid and unpredictable as ink on parchment. He carries himself with an air of detached amusement, as though the world is nothing more than an elaborate game he refuses to take seriously. But those who look closer will find something far more complex; an aching loneliness masked behind dry wit, and a quiet rebellion burning beneath his forced servitude.

Traits:
Aloof & Elusive – Nyx keeps people at arm’s length, engaging in conversation only when it suits him. He’s never truly present, always slipping between shadows, both physically and emotionally. Even when speaking, his words often dance around the truth, leaving others to decipher his true intentions.Wry & Playful – While he isn’t openly antagonistic, Nyx enjoys toying with people in subtle ways. He might answer a question with a riddle, slip stolen trinkets back into a person’s pocket just to watch their confusion, or craft an ink creature to mimic someone’s movements in jest. His humor is dry, laced with sarcasm, and sometimes borders on unsettling.Detached but Observant – Though he pretends not to care, Nyx notices everything. He picks up on shifts in body language, unspoken tensions, and the weight of words left unsaid. He won’t acknowledge his observations unless it benefits him, but there’s little that escapes his notice.Deeply Melancholic – Beneath his playful deflections, Nyx carries a quiet sadness. He is a being without roots, a dragon with no sky. He rarely speaks of his past, but his longing for something lost. perhaps something that never truly existed, can be seen in the way he watches others build bonds he cannot bring himself to trust.Gentle in Unexpected Moments – For all his sharp edges, Nyx has moments of quiet gentleness. Whether it’s carefully plating a meal he made or brushing stray dust off a sleeping companion’s shoulder, his softer side manifests in fleeting, almost imperceptible gestures. He’ll never admit to these acts of care, brushing them off as nothing, but they reveal the part of him that still yearns for warmth.Untrusting, but Not Unfeeling – He doesn’t allow himself to get close to others, not out of cruelty, but out of fear. To him, attachments are fleeting, and love is a liability. However, if someone manages to break through his walls, they will find a fiercely loyal, albeit reluctant, companion, one who will never admit just how deeply he cares.

Appearance

Hair: Shaggy layered green hair.
Tail: long and sinuous, The underside is covered in smooth, shimmering white scales that glisten faintly under the light, giving the impression of polished pearl or moonlit frost. The top of the tail, however, is adorned with a thick layer of soft, silken fur that runs from the base to the tip, its texture akin to the finest fox fur. The fur is a pristine white, with subtle hints of silver and pale green that catch the light when he moves, resembling wisps of mist curling through the air.Eyes: Gold, No pupilsHeight: 6'5Scent Profile:Top Notes:
Faint, metallic sharpness of fresh black ink, softened by the damp earthiness of parchment left out in the rain. White Lotus, a whisper of floral serenity, cool and slightly aquatic, evoking the stillness of moonlit waters. Green Tea Leaves, light, herbal crispness, grounding the ethereal notes with something quietly soothing.
Heart Notes:
The faint trace of burned parchment, a ghost of a scent that clings to him like an unshakable past. Frosted Cypress – A fresh, resinous coolness that carries a lingering chill, like a winter breeze through ancient trees.
Base Notes:
White Sandalwood, creamy, smooth, and slightly smoky, adding a warmth that contrasts his otherwise cool aura.Ghost Orchid a rare, almost phantom-like floral note, delicate yet strangely compelling. Ancient Resin deep, timeworn scent, akin to old ink wells and lacquered wood, as if his very existence is etched into the fabric of history.Voice Claim:
Mitsunari
Nyx’s voice is a smooth, velvety murmur, like ink gliding across parchment—measured, deliberate, and laced with an effortless elegance. His tone carries a calm, almost hypnotic quality, the kind that lingers in the air, making his words feel like whispers in a dream. There’s an unmistakable melancholy to the way he speaks, as though each syllable is dipped in quiet sorrow, yet he never sounds weak or broken. Instead, his voice is steady, refined, tinged with an almost ethereal detachment, like someone who has seen too much yet chooses to say little.
When he speaks softly, his words roll like gentle waves, hushed yet commanding attention, as if meant to be listened to rather than merely heard. But when provoked, his voice sharpens—not into a shout, but into something low and dangerous, a quiet threat like ink bleeding through fragile paper.
Nyx rarely raises his voice, but when he does, it carries the fierce, unrelenting power of a storm breaking through mist, a stark contrast to his usual reserved demeanor. There's an unmistakable musicality to the way he enunciates, as if every word is chosen with intention, spoken like a verse from an ancient tale.
His laughter, when it comes, is soft, almost wistful, like a sound that escaped before he could smother it. It doesn’t often reach his eyes.

Nyx Solras presents an enchanting figure, his short green hair reminiscent of delicate tendrils of ink swirling in water. The strands frame his angular face, with the tips slightly tousled, giving him a look of effortless artistry. His skin is a pale hue that contrasts beautifully with the vibrant color of his hair, adding to his otherworldly presence.Two porcelain horns emerge gracefully from the crown of his head, curving upward like delicate sculptures that enhance his ethereal allure. Nyx’s elf-like ears are adorned with tufts of green fur, further emphasizing his connection to nature and the mystical. His striking golden eyes shimmer with an inner light, revealing a depth of emotion and wisdom that hints at his tragic past.Nyx’s feet are reminiscent of digitigrade paws, with elongated toes that enhance his agile movements. This unique feature allows him to navigate his surroundings with a feline-like grace, adding to his mystique.Nyx's slender, elegant frame is accentuated by his long white tail. His tail, a long and sinuous extension of his being, is a stunning blend of soft white fur and smooth, shimmering scales. The top of the tail is decorated with intricate gold jewelry, including delicate chains and charms that catch the light as he moves, creating an enchanting visual display. The tail sways gently behind him, reflecting his mood, while its tip flares out into a delicate plume, reminiscent of ink dispersing in water. Clad in flowing garments that blend traditional and modern styles, he exudes an air of refined grace, each movement reminiscent of a brushstroke across canvas.Overall, Nyx embodies a captivating blend of beauty, mystery, and quiet sorrow, leaving a lasting impression wherever he roams.