Nyx Dymock - District Four

Nyx isn’t your typical District Four beauty. She lacks the sun kissed golden skin of the other girls, instead her skin is pale like the skin of those you would see in northern lands that get little sun, with a light smattering of freckles. Its ivory shade stands out against the tanned skinned of the other residents of Four, always making Nyx the odd one out. Being an excareer and having committed a sinful deed, has left her with a horrid scar on her lower back. It came from a sword strike to the back, the skin is puckered and discolored, running in a jagged line across her back. The sight of it makes many turned away in disgust, while others wonder how she survived an attack that would leave such terrible mark. Since receiving the wound she will not wear anything that shows the scar, but if you look closely you can see its outline through her shirt.

Stormy blue is the color of Nyx’s eyes, they always seem to be glassy, as if she’s looking at something that isn’t there, or deep in thought. Some say she is always in her own world. Her lips are rather full, but always give the illusion of a forlorn child rather than an adult. That far away appearance has been then, even from when she was a little girl. Thin eyebrows accent these strange eyes. Her hair is a deep brown, almost black. It hangs fairly straight, coming down to a little below her shoulders. Her neck is elegant, and rather long, but Nyx hates it. Saying it’s perfect for strangling. Overall her face gives the impression of hardened girl who has had little affection given to her as a child.

She stands at about 5’5” weighing 143lb. Nyx is welled muscled with a medium sized frame, she has remained strong and in shape thanks to continuous training, even though her career days ended four years ago. Her shoulders are well rounded and slightly broad in comparison to the average girl’s. Nyx’s legs are on the longer side in comparison to her torso. Her left knee was damaged when she was eighteen in the final stages of her career training, leaving fragments of bone that were unable to be removed, showing up as a smattering of tiny lumps under the skin. When pushed on it will make a quiet crackling noise. Her wrists are thicker and less refined than most women’s. Her chest and hips are fairly small, giving her more of an athletic build rather than that ideal hourglass shape that so many strive for.

Nyx isn’t the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a beautiful woman. And definitely lacks the looks District Four is know for. Normally she’ll let her hair just hang like a dark sheet, but once in a blue moon it will be pulled back in a messy braid. Make-up and jewelry has never been her thing, much to her mother’s dismay. Her hands are rough and calloused, crackles seen along her knuckles from dryness and constant practice with weapons.

Nyx is not exactly charming when it comes to personality. She fails to accept what is given to her, and rebels in a passive-aggressive manor. Nyx is the girl who you think wouldn’t hurt a fly, while in actuality she’s cold and calculating, keeping her distance from most others. Being so guarded has made it so very few know much, if anything, about her personally. Her callous indifference to the suffering of others is well hidden behind a mask of kindness and concern toward others. She bears a façade of politeness, and good will. Nyx is not opposed to sabotage, she’ll gladly hand out false information in the interest of harming others. Justifying it as if they were stupid enough to trust her, then they got what they deserved. Nyx is decisive and devoted to her own cause. Any choice she makes is made based on what it will do for her. Her simple disregard for the life and well being of those around her is disgusting, but she feels no remorse for anything. Once you’ve seen her dark side, she is relentless, not stopping until she’s pleased with what remains emotionally or physically of her victim.

The slightest things will set her off. If anyone can hold a grudge, it’s Nyx. She’ll act as if nothing is wrong until the hatred in her boils over. There is no forgiveness in this girl’s world, once it’s done, you’re done. Selfish is putting it mildly when it comes to the way she’ll use and abuse just about anyone. Doesn’t matter, male or female, young or old, everyone is fair game. Her deceiving ways have been honed over her twenty-two years of life, almost giving her a split personality between the sweet innocent Nyx, and the real one who‘ll happily tear you to pieces. She’s your best friend or your worst enemy, there is no middle ground. One of her biggest weaknesses is the fact that she is so jealous. This girl was born green with envy, and it only worsened as she aged. Nyx is completely unreliable, she’d be the first one to put a knife in your back if given the chance. She blames others for her problems and fails to take responsibility for her actions. She always has some crazy reason for why something is someone else’s fault. Nyx’s lack of restraint has also become a bit of a problem. She snaps easily and will act before thinking anything through. Everyone is a potential threat in her, being extreme mistrusting coupled with her other traits make her a loose canon. Only the explosion isn’t obvious, it’s more along the lines of silent sabotage.

Ever aware of opportunities, Nyx is always waiting for someone or something to take advantage of. The slightest hint of weakness is a trigger for her to see what she can get out of it. Although she appears as if her head is always in the clouds, she has clear goals. Every little thing she does is somehow working towards that goal, even if it is unclear how at first. Something inside her is a perfectionist, she is extremely detail-oriented. Everything has a place and a purpose that must be filled properly. Nothing must be amiss in Nyx’s world. She prefers everything to be done to maximum efficiency, no wasted time or energy. As an excreerer, one will find Nyx to be very knowledgeable in the arts of killing and torture. Her skills having never got used in the arena are reserved for the those unfortunate enough to cross her path. Many times Nyx will be content to sit back and observe for awhile. This is when you should start to worry, god only knows what scheming is going inside her twisted mind.

Talk about a cool customer, if there is one thing that hints at Nyx’s dark side it’s the fact that the pain and suffering of others does not visibly affect her in any way shape or form. If anything it triggers a predatory drive. Her mind instantly starts to zero in on any weaknesses. She may not be a career anymore, but that training to be a killer still burns deep within.

Nyx was born on the twenty-second of May. Her father was a career in his day, her mother is a rich fisher merchant’s daughter. Meaning that Nyx has never had it too hard when it comes to money, food, or things of that nature. Where things do get a little dicey is in the fact that Nyx’s father put her into career training at a very young age without his daughter’s consent. The result being that she has never known a life other than being taught to kill. Mr.Dymock hoped that his little girl would become a victor when he was never allowed the chance. Nyx’s mother on the other hand, is very passive, happy to sit by and let her husband take complete control. They only ever had their one daughter, all their hopes being thrust onto her. It was a lot to handle as a young child, the effects still apparent today when Nyx is twenty-two years old.

Her parents named her after the goddess of night(who was know for beauty and immense power), and who happened to be the mother of the gods/goddesses of sleep, death, doom, deception, fates of death, misery, madness, and many others. Little did they know how fitting the name would become down the line.

When she was a toddler Nyx wondered why the other children always seemed so afraid of her. Even in career training the other kids would argue about who would have to spar with her. It always frustrated her to no end that the children who did challenged her fell so easily, even from a young age Nyx was sadistic and cruel. Of course this made her stand out to her trainer, and pleased her father to no end.

Once she turned twelve years old all Nyx wanted to do was go to the Games. Year after year she was never reaped. Year after year some other pathetic girl would go instead of her and end up dead. Served them right for taking that spot that should have been hers. Nyx would take her hatred so far as to whisper horrid things in the tributes ears, things that would haunt them the whole time in the arena. Things like ‘Watch your back, and if you don‘t die in that hell hole, then as soon as you get home I’ll have to finish the job. Face it, you’re damned either way.’ Years went by until Nyx was nineteen years of age. She was officially too old for the games. Something that others would be overjoyed about, but it vexed Nyx. She needed an outlet for all this pent up anger and desire to kill. It was only a matter of time before things would reach the breaking point. Nyx has always been a firm believer in, ‘If you’re strong you live, if you’re weak you die.’

Once upon a time she almost had a heart. A boy came into her life who was also a career who never made it into the arena. It seemed like the perfect match. The two of them did everything together. They sparred, they went on long walks on the beach, the terrorized other couples. Just what any normal couple would do for fun in District Four. Ok so maybe not quite… Nyx let her guard down too far, but she really believe in Elian, and that they would end up marrying someday. Which they did. They married young at age twenty, things were seemingly perfect. The two couldn’t be happier. But nothing lasts forever. Things soon stated going downhill. Elian was coming home late, or not coming home at all. The ever suspicious and untrusting Nyx started to think something wasn’t right. So she decided to take things into her own hands. Following her husband one night, she found him meeting up with not one, but two other women, and going inside their house. She didn’t need to see anymore, Nyx knew what was going on. The calculations instantly started racing through her mind, when Elian got home early the next morning Nyx acted as if everything was perfect and couldn’t be better. She did so for about a week, plotting and planning. She confronted Elian one night, provoking him into attacking her first. Allowing him to beat her for a while, mark her up, make it look as if he was the one to blame. He was the one who’s sword had scarred her back. Finally when she felt the beating had gone on for long enough, Nyx pulled out her hidden weapon, a long serrated knife, and slashed his throat wide open. He died about instantly.

Calling the authorities Nyx gave them a sad story of how he’d attacked her and when she tried to defend herself she’d accidentally killed him. In a world as violent as Panem her crime was let go, ruled that she had acted purely in self defense. Her plan could not have gone any better. Now one would think she would have killed the girls as well. But Nyx being the intelligent woman that she is knew that their murders would be to hard to cover up, so she let them go. Finding peace in the fact that she had stolen her husband back from them, and that they would never see him again. Since that day Nyx hates seeing happy couples, and has to fight the urge to murder them as well. Who knows how long she can that killer instinct in check.

Faceclaim: Jennifer Connelly

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