User:NyxErebos

Her humbles beginnings:
It wasn't in her nature to yell or argue. Nyx had always done as her mother told her and minded her father. She was an only child, but despite that, she was never alone. Her family lived in an underground community of armadillos on New Hovlund.

Their community rested on the edge of the Great Lake and, all told, consisted of dozens of other families. Nyx was always the nicest, most caring child, all the parents would say so. Perhaps this is where she developed her hidden streak of vanity. It seemed the only time Nyx exhibited an outspoken side was when her looks or charming nature were called into question.

The dark skinned, red haired, amber eyed, armadillo grew up quite content basking in all the praise. It wasn't until her eighteenth birthday, when she had to go through the rite of passage, that she had even given a thought to the world outside the Great Lake.

On every child's eighteenth birthday, they are turned out of their homes and shunned the community until they have spent a year in the outside world. After that year, the children are welcome to return, if they so chose, and are granted all the rites that come with adulthood.

Many of the children choose to come back to their families and the comfort of the tunnels they call home as soon as the can. A few, however fall in love with the freedom and the open air.

Nyx was completely unprepared for the world outside her home. It was only two weeks ago her parents presented her with a C4-RP on her birthday, hugged her, and then turned their backs on her. It was hard, she didn't want to leave, she begged them to let her stay. But after an hour of wailing to stay with no answer, it was harder to face their silence than to leave.

On each child's seventeenth birthday they start taking flying lessons to prepare them for their exile. Nyx only half paid attention, never truly believing her parents would turn out. Other parents may send their children away, but surely her's loved her too much and cared too greatly for their perfect child to be so cruel. She got by in her lessons, but just barely, and it was a miracle she didn't crash her plane on the way to Isla Di Pisa. But she made it. And she was ready to start her year in exile.