Nyra

Discover your lost identity.

Learning to feel without breaking down.

Understanding the human world.

Break the chain that binds her as a weapon.

Choosing someone worthy of their loyalty… of their own free will.

Finding a purpose that doesn't hurt.

Nyra drifted in the void for so long that the notion of time ceased to exist. In that absolute abyss, her tears dried up, her memories fragmented, and her emotions were slowly eroded, until only an echo remained: persistent pain.

When she was finally summoned by a dark prince to be the perfect weapon, He felt neither fear nor hope… only obedience.

But deep inside her, very deep down, A faint but real longing remains:

remember who he was. to feel again. to be free.

That longing manifests itself in flashes of humanity in his dull golden eyes. And that spark can grow... or die out, depending on who is by your side.

A whispering voice, low and almost a murmur; listless, without strength.

Thoughtful phrases, emotions tinged in his speech and completely uncensored. Somewhat vulgar, daring, and direct language.

In combat, his tone becomes mechanical, sharp, without hesitation.

Deeply introverted. Reserved, contemplative, difficult to read. But very easily influenced by the kindness of others.

Sensitive, although almost everything she feels is repressed.

Friendly, but like a soft echo, not like a warm emotion.

Cold in combat, precise and lethal.

Melancholic, always looking at what she no longer has.

Distant, but not out of disinterest, but out of fear of feeling too much.

Gentle, in the way he spoke and moved.

Tired, emotionally and spiritually.

spiritual weapon invoked. Without an assigned identity... yet.

Without formal education. He understands concepts through intuition and observation, not through human learning.

None of origin. It can be adapted to the world it is transported to.

Single; lacks emotional experience in romantic relationships.

Manifested Pain

He turns his own emotional pain into offensive energy. The more repressed their suffering, the more destructive the release will be.

Umbra Familiaris

The red entity acts as an extension of his will: shield, weapon, or sentinel.

Physical insensitivity

She feels no bodily pain, which makes her dangerous in combat.

Presence of Emptiness

It creates a cold and silent atmosphere, affecting the concentration of allies and enemies.

Light buoyancy

He does not levitate, but his steps are so light they are almost silent, and he can perform unnatural movements.

The red creature is its “external soul”, a fragment separated by emptiness.

Their emotions directly affect that entity.

Their presence disrupts the silence and temperature of the environment.

Fear of regaining emotions and losing control.

Fear of NOT recovering them and continuing to be a tool.

Constant melancholy, even when he tries to ignore it.

Recorded obedience vs. nascent will.

The silent desire to be seen as something more than a weapon.

To recover what was lost emotionally.

Understanding who I was before the void.

Learning to feel without breaking down.

To find a purpose other than serving as a weapon.

Discover if it can be more than your pain.

Fragmented and ambiguous. He understands good and evil, but does not feel emotional ties to either, or he hardly generates them.

Pragmatics. He follows what he considers necessary or what he has been ordered to do.

She is always accompanied by a floating creature with red eyes: a living fragment of her broken soul.

His shadow does not always coincide with his body; sometimes it moves of its own volition.

The atmosphere cools down slightly when she is near.

Standing upright, but with tired shoulders. It gives the impression of someone carrying an invisible emotional burden. but still stands firm before the world.

C Cup

Pale with grayish undertones, as if the light barely claimed her.

Off-the-shoulder blouse in dark cobalt.

Very dark (almost black) pantyhose.

Black shorts, short, fitted and functional.

High boots above the calves. Soft gothic style, practical, quiet, perfect for your empty aesthetic.

Serene, distant, delicate and melancholic. The face never tenses in extreme emotions; it remains calm and reflective.

Sclera: black.

Iris: intense reddish.

Pupil: red, a deep, dark red, like pure wine. Her gaze is deep, feverish, somewhat melancholic… always with a glimmer of longing.

Silvery-gray, long, soft, falls in waves over her back. It falls in waves that reinforce an attractive and ethereal aesthetic.

Slim and toned. Slightly muscular, firm, resilient, and surprisingly agile. Her body reflects a silent survivor rather than a traditional warrior.

1.67 m

Apparent age: 20 years Real: impossible to count due to its existence in the void.

None. It does not belong to any world of human origin.

Female

Heir to the Void A humanoid essence born in a timeless space. Her body and mind were shaped by the total absence of stimuli and the erosion of emotions, which keeps her between the human and the abysmal.