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- Cyrus is spending the day with his brothers, Taj and Rafi, as they often spend it: at a bar, cheating at cards and winning a lot of money. They are feeling rather cocky as they make their way home, but are horrified to see that their house is on fire with their mother still inside. She is badly burned and doesn't have long left to live, and so the three brothers journey to Agrabah's well of wonders in order to obtain magic water that will be able to heal their mother. Here, they encounter Nyx, the water's guardian, who assures them that there will be a price to pay should they steal water. They do so anyway and are able to bring their mother back from the brink of death, but she becomes worried when she learns they used magic to do it. When some of the water is spilled on the floor, Nyx rises from it in order to punish them for choosing desire over fate by making their fate to grant others' their desire. With this, the boys become genies trapped in bottles, which are then dispatched to random locations. Their mother is extremely dismayed. ("Dirty Little Secrets")
- Nyx is an incredibly loyal and devoted scout fairy who appears as the main antagonist in the Disney Fairies film Tinker Bell and the Legend of the NeverBeast, voiced by Rosario Dawson.
- Nyx is the Greek primordial goddess of the night. She is a shadowy figure in Greek mythology but from the extracts about her, it is gleaned that she was a figure of great beauty and power. She was the female personification of the night, and a daughter of Chaos. In her chariot, pulled by two dark horses, she carries the mantle of night, covering the world with her brother/consort's darkness. It is also said by some that she is the goddess of hellhounds. She lives in Tartarus in Mansion of Night. She stays there only during the day and leaves Tartarus during the night. Her Roman form is Nox.
- In Greek mythology, Nyx (Νύξ, "night", Nox in Roman translation) was the primordial goddess of the night. A shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation, and was the mother of personified gods such as Hypnos (sleep) and Thanatos (death). Her appearances in mythology are sparse, but reveal her as a figure of exceptional power and beauty.
- <default>Nyx</default> Aparece en Nombre en japonés Base Altura Propósito de la criatura Última edición: -- por [[User:|]] Nyx fue un experimento fallido de la corporación Umbrella, y un poderoso B.O.W. Estaba guardado en Raccoon City. Al finalizar el brote viral de Raccoon City, el experimento Nyx fue robado por el Comandante Rodríguez de las USS a petición de Linda. Un equipo de la UBCS fue enviado a localizar la criatura, y fue guardado en un contenedor que colgaba bajo un helicóptero de extracción. Desafortunadamente la caja pesaba demasiado y las cadenas que lo sostenían se rompieron, haciendo que cayera en la autopista, liberando al monstruo. Poco después, absorbe al equipo (se alcanzan a ver los cuerpos) y después al mismísimo Tyrant.
- Nyx was an experimental biological weapon stored in Raccoon City. It was named after "Nyx", the Greek goddess of the night.
- Nyx era un prototipo di B.O.W. sviluppato dalla Umbrella Corporation.
- Nyx (Greek: Νύξ), or Nox (in Latin) was the primordial/embodiment goddess of night.
- The goddess of the night from Greek mythology. Originally it was said that she was born from chaos, and her name means "the mother night." She is depicted as a goddess draped in long flowing black robes. Versions of her birth and origins vary, but one interpretation has her as a creator goddess, laying a silver egg that produces the gods responsible for the creation of the world. She gave birth to many offspring, including Light (Aether), Day (Hemera), Death (Thanatos), Sleep (Hypnos), Doom (Moros), Retribution (Nemesis) and the Moirae Sisters.
- Real Name: Yami Kage Aliases: None Age: 16 Gender: Female Alignment: Good Race: Metahuman Goals: To bring down Genecorp
- Nyx is a goddess of the night. She is a wife of great Chaos, and she bore Lady of Chaos, great and beautiful Eris. She also has got many other children. Her grandsons by Eris are Lies and other things as such.
- Nyx is a playable character in Fire Emblem Fates on the Conquest and Revelation paths.
- Nyx is a new character in Quake Champions.
- As a goddess, her appearance is known to shift every time she chooses to appear to her Children.
- Her real name was Carrie Ann, and she began practicing magic by herself when she was four. Nyx took her pseudonym from the Greek goddess of night. During her first appearing issues, she helps Al Simmons to recover his hellspawn suit, and they even become lovers. She remembers her deceased friends Lily and Thea. Wondering how her friend Thea is suffering in Hell, she asks Spawn to show her. Then she seizures from the little taste of pain and sorrow in Hell. While Spawn faces Violator and loses, Nyx is tempted by Mammon. He later finds her while looking for Spawn; and plays with her mind showing her the pain and sorrow that Thea feels in Hell.Spawn remains unconscious in a hospital; meanwhile, Nyx prepares to go to Hell and rescue her friend.With the help of Mammon, she steals a part of Spawn's Necroplasmic energy, gaining Hellspawn powers and a Symbiote suit. While in hell, she allies the Redeemer, who helps her in her way through hell. She finally finds her friend's soul and releases both the soul and the Redeemer, who faces Spawn when he tried to take his revenge against Nyx. After Spawn defeats the Redeemer, Mammon reminds her that she betrayed Spawn for her own purpose, and he takes her magical powers away as a payment and punishment. After the Armageddon and the White Light phenomena, she manages her way to New Orleans and meets a Voodoo Mambo called Suzanne Lefèvre, who believes that the angel that saved the world is a Loa. Nyx visits a faux Houngan who possessed Zera's head, in an attempt to retrieve her lost magick. As soon as her severed head is seen, Zera possesses Nyx's body and kills the Houngan.As Spawn is summoned by Mambo Lefèvre, he defends against Zera, refusing to actually harm Nyx. During the battle, Spawn states that he has forgiven Nyx for her actions. Mambo Lefèvre takes Zera's head and throws it to Mammon's beasts, which rids Nyx of the possession. After the battle, Mammon returns Nyx's magick to her, and Nyx learns of Al Simmons' worst crime. Nyx played a crucial role in the arc "A Tale of Three Brothers" when Spawn himself was taken captive by the sin eater demons who fed on the past faults of the victim. Using her magick - which has become more potent, surprising even her - she was able to overcome the several sin eaters to release Spawn and Richard Simmons, Al Simmons' brother. She then sets up a barrier preventing Ab and Zab from leaving the house where the conflict occurred. Her powers also became instrumental in finding Al Simmons' parents who were trapped in a curse set up by Mammon preventing them from leaving their house and backyard, while making them invisible to the rest of the world. In the arc "Monster in a Bubble" Nyx assisted in combating a killer who preyed on the winners of a manga contest attacking Erskine's psychic emanations.Her powers also allowed Spawn/Al Simmons to gain the assistance of his brother Marc Simmons who was investigating the murders. When in a new effort to control Spawn Mammon restores his individuality to the K7 Leetha necroplasm suit, revealing that as a part of his centuries-long plan to create the perfect Hellspawn, he had forged an alliance with the suit. The suit, necessitating a temporary host, and acting out of spite, possesses Nyx, this time taking total control over the young woman and cutting her off from her nature-based magic. The symbiote later abandons her, but is could fuse with Morana. In issue 184, Nyx learns a spell that Cyan had obtained from the future. A power that she supposedly gains in the future. With this spell she seals away both Morana and Mammon, leaving them in web-like cocoons in limbo. She along with Cyan and Wanda return to Earth.
- Nyx (Ancient Greek: Νύξ, "night") – Nox in Latin translation – is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. A shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation, and was the mother of other personified gods such as Hypnos (Sleep), Charon, and Thánatos (Death). Her appearances in mythology are sparse, but reveal her as a figure of exceptional power and beauty - even Zeus himself avoids provoking her 'maternal' wrath. She is found in the shadows of the world and only ever seen in glimpses. In Hesiod's Theogony, Nyx is the daughter of Chaos, and sister of Erebus (Darkness). With Erebus, Nyx gives birth to Aether (Upper Air and Light), and Hemera (Day). Later, on her own, Nyx gives birth to Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), the Oneiroi (Dreams), the Hesperides, the Moirai (Fates), the Keres, Nemesis (Indignation, Retribution), Apate (Deceit), Geras (Old Age), and Eris (Strife) and others. In his description of Tartarus, Hesiod locates there the home of Nyx and the homes of her children Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death). Hesiod says further that Hemera (Day), who is Nyx's daughter, left Tartarus just as Nyx entered it; when Hemera returned, Nyx left. In the Iliad, Hypnos, the minor god of sleep, reminds Hera of an old favor after she asks him to put Zeus to sleep. He had once before put Zeus to sleep at the bidding of Hera, allowing her to cause Heracles (who was returning by sea from Laomedon's Troy) great misfortune. Zeus was furious and would have smitten Hypnos into the sea if he had not fled to Nyx, his mother, in fear. Homer goes on to say that Zeus, fearing to anger Nyx, held his fury at bay, and in this way Hypnos escaped the god's wrath.
- I’ve always been a night person. Even as a small child, I can still remember my stepmother affectionately referring to me as ‘her little night owl’ when she’d wake up to use the bathroom and find light pouring out from beneath my doorframe. This natural tendency towards the nocturnal wasn’t particularly enjoyable during the school year, especially as I entered high school and was expected to reach my bus stop by 6AM sharp. For somebody who got their second wind at around 11PM, it was incredibly hard to convince my brain to wind down and go to sleep rather than stay up all night going on my favorite internet forums, working on my old-school Geocities-hosted blog, or chatting the night away with internet friends I’d made on the other side of the globe. Many nights, I’d end up netting only one or two hours of sleep – if at all. High school was little more than a blur of drowsy days and nerdy nights, yet somehow I still managed to successfully graduate on time. After I moved on to college, my devotion to the night became easier. Online courses had just become commonplace, so I managed to take almost my entire courseload via the web. I got a job stocking a nearby grocery store overnight, and daylight became less and less of a familiar sight for me. When you live your entire life in the dark, it ceases to frighten you. My friends would ask me how I could manage to walk my dog at 4am without any fear, or if I didn’t get a little spooked by how quiet my dorms and apartment buildings always were as I went about my daily business. For me, the answer was always the same: I wasn’t scared at all. This might sound odd, but the best allegory that I can think of is that warm, cozy, yet closed off feeling one gets during a snowstorm. You’re inside, safe and warm, though admittedly cut off from the world. Living almost entirely at night is similar; I find it so familiar and easy, but I’m still aware that my city is almost entirely asleep when I’m awake. I’m somewhat isolated, yes, but it’s a comfortable solitude, not a painful loneliness. I’m explaining this to you so that you understand just how serious what I’m about to tell you is. I’m not the kind of person who hears bumps in the night or sees monsters in shadows. The nighttime is my natural habitat, and I have always felt secure. So when I tell you that tonight, the darkness has managed to make me experience fear like no other, you should realize how unnatural that it is. It started like any normal day – er, night – for me. I woke up around 10PM and got my coffee perking. Seemingly fitting with my preference for night over day, I also favor incredibly dark coffee. The blend I made today was called Eclipse; both appropriate for its color as well as seeming like a strange portent to what would come later. As I was frying up some bacon and eggs to go with my coffee, a loud crash from my living room rang through my apartment. It was followed by a strange crunching sound, and then a long, drawn-out creak. I almost dropped the pepper mill that I’d been holding, before coming to my senses and peeking around the corner into the living room. It was, of course, completely empty. I live alone (well, except for my dog, who was currently perched on his dog bed in the kitchen and cocking his head back and forth at the noise) and keep my doors and windows locked at all times, and furthermore my apartment is what is called “shotgun” style – the front door and back door directly face each other, with the kitchen as the link between them. If anyone had come inside, they would have had to march right past my breakfast preparations. I can be spacey sometimes, sure, but even I would have noticed that! As I peered around the room, attempting to figure out what could have fallen and broken and caused the mysterious noise, I felt the strangest sensation. It was as if someone had just brushed past me. I’m sure that sounds incredibly by-rote ghost story league, but it wasn’t the cold and clammy touch that most people claim to feel. This was… pleasantly warm, and the touch felt as if someone was gently rubbing the most luxurious, plush velvet across my cheek. It was a strange conflict in emotions; the logical side of my brain was terrified by the combination of inexplicable noises and now a seemingly ghostly presence, yet something about the touch felt so wonderful and safe – it was somehow nostalgic, actually. Like all the good times I’d had staying up way too late and having fun during high school, the pleasure of a nighttime stroll with only my dog and my thoughts as company, the perversely satisfied feeling of seeing my neighbors having to scrape nighttime frost off their cars in the morning while I was winding down my day and only had to worry about which book to curl up with in bed – somehow, this one touch embodied all those emotions at once. I was struck momentarily dumb as my brain tried to work out exactly how to feel, but before I’d fully decided one way or the other, I found myself turning around. The room behind me – where the presence had seemingly been heading – seemed empty upon first glance, but something was definitely off. It took me a moment of staring to realize it, but when I did, a sharp spike of terror pierced all my previously confused feelings. My window was open, and the curtains were fluttering gently in the night breeze. This would be unusual in and of itself, but that wasn’t the part that had shocked me. Not only were my normally robin’s egg blue curtains suddenly some new shade that seemed somehow darker than black, but when I looked past them out the window – the moon was gone. The sky was a complete and impenetrable inky black. No moonlight, streetlights, or even the light from within my apartment seemed to be reaching the world outside. The hazy moon that had been present when I’d awoken had either somehow disappeared or been completely eclipsed; the security light that tends to go off if you even so much as look in the direction of the apartment building opposite mine wasn’t activating even when I rushed to the window and tried to squint through the darkness. It was so completely black that I couldn’t even make out anything beyond my window. For the first time in my life, I experienced true terror. What was going on? How could this possibly be explained? Was the world ending? Was this some strange new war weapon, a black fog of chemicals that dulled the senses? I was coming up with mountains of strange scenarios, each just as improbable as the next, yet none managed to be stranger than what I was actually seeing. That’s when I saw it. The slightest flutter of movement – a ripple in the obsidian blackness outside. If I could see, it would have been right next to the gardens that surround the mailboxes. Those gardens are a bit of a labor of love for the apartment complex’s groundskeeper; not a day goes by that he isn’t out there doing some mulching, pruning, or planting. When he met me and learned about my nocturnal lifestyle, he took it upon himself to add some night-blooming jasmine to the gardens so that I would have something lovely to see when checking my mail in the middle of the night. Actually, now that I was thinking about it, the shimmer of movement was right around the jasmine! Before I could even understand why, I was out my front door and gliding down the stairs to the ground floor. I felt consumed by a desire – no, a need – to understand what was going on, and I suspected that the disturbance in the force – so to speak – was my quickest avenue to getting answers. Just as I approached the area where the jasmine should be, I suddenly realized just how foolhardy I’d been, rushing out into the black. I considered turning back, but then decided that as the entity had been in my apartment already, I probably was just as safe out here as I was inside. I heard a faint woof, and looked back to see my dog trotting up to me, tail wagging. That was a comfort, I decided. He was usually quite vigilant; if he was acting normal and unfazed, perhaps there truly wasn’t any danger. I crouched down, feeling around, trying to find the jasmine. I can’t explain why, but for some reason I just knew that I needed one of the blossoms. After a few failed attempts (and some thorn pricks from a nearby rose bush), my hand came upon one of the in-bloom flowers. I snapped it off its stem and held it up to my face, inhaling the scent. That’s when it happened. Starting from the bloom that I was holding in my hand, what I can only describe as a dark light began to glow. Imagine a paper lantern, but with all the paper completely black; or perhaps a black light in an already pitch dark room. The light – for lack of a better term, I’ll just call it a light – engulfed the area, and I could faintly see the outlines and shapes of my surroundings. Gardens, mailboxes, unlit streetlamps – – and the form of a woman, only a few feet in front of me. I’d love to be able to describe her in detail to you, you know, “she was incredibly beautiful and had lips like luscious fruit and eyes that glowed like precious gems” or whatever, but… I couldn’t see any features. It was more as if she was simply darkness taking the form of a woman; I could see the faint outline of an evening gown, heels, and long hair in some sort of updo, but that was was it. There seemed to be a slight, hazy, purple-black mist radiating off of her as well – leaving absolutely no question that whatever this woman was, she could not possibly be human. I didn’t know what to do. I stood, frozen, gaping at this mysterious entity, desperately trying to think of how to react. My stupor came to a quick end as my dog decided to take action before I did – he moved in an instant and bounded over to the smokey shape before I could hold him back. All the horror movies and stories that I’d absorbed over my lifetime flashed through my mind, and I reached out to try and protect my faithful companion from the doom that he had almost certainly earned. While the woman-thing wasn’t displaying any open aggression at the moment, this couldn’t end well. Then the unthinkable – or rather, the completely unpredictable – happened. The darkness reached out an elegant hand and simply placed it on my dog’s head, just as I would to acknowledge him when he was sitting quietly by as we watched television or something. The form and canine both stayed still for a moment, as if somehow communing, and then my dog gave a happy VIP and took off into the darkness. I was stunned but relieved, and this strange event managed to break me out of my shock enough to speak – even if it was nothing more than a strangled “eh?” sound. The shadow laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that gave me the same odd feeling of being caressed by velvet as the presence in my apartment. It dawned on me that this woman-shade, then, must have been the one who had passed by me earlier. Was this all just a ruse to get me out here? The noises in my empty apartment, the brief touch, the sheer strangeness outside – it suddenly all seemed very calculated. Rather than being put at ease by the laugh and the seemingly friendly treatment of my dog, I felt myself become even more anxious. What was going on? What was this thing, and what did she – it? – want from me? I gathered up all my courage and decided to ask, as I was getting the distinct impression that this entity was waiting on me for some reason. If I didn’t say something soon, my heart might give out before we stopped staring at each other. But for all my resolve, I could only manage to stutter out one single word: “…What…” The darkness moved like liquid mercury, slipping immediately to my side. Those elegant shadow-hands once again reached out, this time to gently cup my face. When the answer came, I heard it both out loud and deep within my brain, as if the shade was speaking to all of my senses at once. It was an incredibly unsettling feeling, but not more so than the answer I received. “You don’t understand yet? Small one, we have lived as close as lovers for your entire life. Your companion knew me from the moment I arrived, and greeted me as such. Do you truly not recognize me?” At that moment, I once again felt that rush of nighttime nostalgia – the constant awareness and acceptance of my solitude, the joy of utter freedom borne of having the night to myself, the warmth and comfort of normal nightly habits, the rush of fondness I felt as I talked to far-flung friends by the glow of a monitor, the quiet companionship as I walked under the stars with my dog… it was just like before. This time, I understood what the velvety touch was trying to convey. I looked at the mist-woman and saw the relationship that I’d been cultivating my entire life; because what did I love more than the night itself? “Ah. You see now,” the voice echoed. “You are correct. I am night itself; I am the one who you have dedicated your entire life to serving. I have come, dear one, to collect what is mine by right.” Wait a minute, I found myself thinking at the voice. I don’t understand what you mean by that. Collect what is yours? Serve you? You’re making it sound like I’m some sort of sacrifice in an ancient cult to Nyx or something – I cut myself off and tried to think through the increasingly foggy, sleepy feeling that was encroaching upon my brain. Whether it was from her touch or from that increasingly heavy, sweet smell in the air, I was starting to feel a bit drugged. Everything’s trying to make me feel at ease and safe, but I can’t shake this deep, cold fear at the bottom of my stomach. Something isn’t right, but all I can sense is the thick floral scent and I’m starting to feel that pleasantly drowsy sensation you get from too many antihistamines and when did I get on my bed? But I’m in my pajamas and my dog is curled up next to me and the heater is on and it’s so warm and cozy and I’m just so sleepy and maybe just a nice nap in these dark velvet blankets will help me remember… because I’m trying to remember something… and that jasmine incense sure is nice and everything is so comfortable easy sleepy as I snuggled into the covers, I felt something fall from my outstretched hand. Scared as poop (talk) And suddenly, here I am. I’m wide awake and aware that I’m outside, almost completely enveloped in shadow. The jasmine-lantern is on the ground at my feet, and it seems that dropping it has broken the spell. I scramble backwards, kicking pointlessly at the wisps of black smoke that are still curling around my legs. “Tch, such a rebellious child,” I hear Nyx’s voice, but this time it’s not in my head, she’s speaking out loud. “I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting you to resist; after all, you worship me with every facet of your life. It’s only natural that you return to me. Why do you fight?” I sense true puzzlement in her question, not malice.I shake my head. “I… it’s true that I’ve enjoyed living with you, but that’s just it: I’ve enjoyed living. I don’t understand, why are you trying to take me? What prompted this? I… I don’t want to die!” I shout the last part, trembling as I realize just how truthful my plea just now was. Oh, God, please let me survive this. Nyx examines my face and, somehow, I get the feeling that she is frowning at me. “But it’s impossible, dear one. You belong to me. I’ve left too much of a mark on you; can you even remember the last time that you saw daylight?” I shake my head. It’s true; it’s probably been years since I’ve seen the sunshine and I never found it particularly troubling. That’s what Vitamin D supplements are for, right? “It has been precisely three years that you’ve lived in complete darkness. Three years that you’ve dedicated yourself completely to me, forsaking Hemera in every way. You’ve revealed in my presence these past three years; I have felt your adoration calling to me. You’ve even presented me with flowers from my own domain as an offering,” she stated as she paused to pluck one of the jasmine blossoms. I watched her raise the flower up to her face and smiled as she inhaled its heady, thick floral scent. After a moment, she lowered the petals and continued: “Tonight is the night that I am allowed to officially claim you as my child and take you home. You’re saying that you did not intentionally follow this rite? I’m sorry to say, but it cannot be reversed now. As I’ve said, you are mine, and I have come to collect what belongs to me.” I’m so focused on her words, that I don’t even realize at first that Nyx has, once again, begun to envelop me in her shadows. I let out a small gasp and turn to run, only to have my arm gripped by a wreath of black mist. “You still do not understand, child. It’s not a matter of some malevolent desire on my part; I simply cannot allow you to remain on this plane for fear of what will become of you. You are mine, and this means that you will cease to exist if you allow Hemera’s Day to catch you. If you want to be saved, you must allow me to take you. There is no alternative.” I am chilled to the bone by her words. If she’s saying what I think she’s saying… I am in an impossible situation. It’s either allow her to “collect” me – and seemingly let my individual consciousness slip away, if what happened before was any indication – or cease to exist entirely once dawn’s light hits. “In my embrace, it’s true that you will cease to be an individual entity. You will become the night itself. Is this truly so bad? Is it really worse than the decay that will meet you when Hemera awakens?” It’s hard to accept. Part of what I loved about being alone at night was the sheer freedom I often felt; total self-reliance and the lack of normal societal demands left me feeling more alive than I can properly explain. And now my choices are to either completely lose my self and become… well, part of Nyx’s shadows, I assume… or to cease existing entirely. Is there even any difference between the two? At least if I die by day, I’ll still be myself at the end… if I let Nyx take me, will I even know if I die? It’s just so unknown, and that scares me. Nyx speaks her next words softly. “Small one, as a boon for your years of love, I will offer you the choice. Come to me of your own free will, or allow the day to be your end. This is my mercy to you. I warn you, though: Hemera approaches. You have but a few minutes to decide.” As she says this, I see the faintest glimmer of light on the horizon. Nyx speaks the truth. Dawn is coming, and I have only a few moments left. I feel the tears begin to fall, and a wisp of satiny smoke whisks them away, then quickly recedes, as if Nyx is a mother trying to decide between consoling her weeping child or letting them handle their sorrow as an adult. In some form or another, I am about to die. I raise my eyes and attempt a determined nod. I will face this with all the strength that a human can muster. My decision has been made. I know that I don’t have to bother vocalizing it. I’m dealing with goddesses, after all. I’m sure they can sense the resolve in my heart. Nyx smiles, and I reach my end.
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* Characters
* Eden
- The Nyx was contained deep underground in the Alaska facility with electrical currents running though it to keep it from being able to run free. The creature broke free when Operation Whitescreen began and power was cut to the facility. From there it broke through the compound releasing other creature such as the Grims. Eventually it prevented Amanda Dallas, it's creator, from escaping through the underground road. It then hunted her and Kaiden Westfall through the compound until it go to the surface where five B.S.A.A. soldiers along with Kaiden fought it. The B.O.W. would have won if it had not been for Ada Wong freeing Kaiden from it's grasp and giving him a grenade launcher. Using the weapon he the he slain the organic weapon. The Nyx skin is completely dead the further it goes away from it's heart given it a blackened appearance. It towers most things at twenty five feet high and forty feet long. It's weakness is that it can not see do to it's eyes being rotten. It main method of attack is using it's tail and hands.
- Asuka is very sweet and humble but can also be a little sassy. She enjoys being with friends and making new ones. She will do anything to help a friend no matter what the circumstances. She always likes to think on the positive side and stay optimistic but sometimes she can get very nervous.
- Siempre he sido una persona de la noche. Incluso como un niño pequeño, aún puedo recordar mi madrastra cariñosamente referirse a mí como 'su pequeña ave nocturna "cuando se despertaba para ir al baño y encontrar la luz saliendo de debajo de mi marco de la puerta. Esta tendencia natural hacia la nocturna no era especialmente agradable durante el año escolar, sobre todo cuando entré en la escuela secundaria y se esperaba llegar a mi parada de autobús a las 6 en punto. Para alguien que consiguió su segundo aire en torno a las 11 pm, que era muy difícil convencer a mi cerebro para relajarse e ir a dormir en vez de quedarse despierto toda la noche pasando mis foros favoritos de Internet, trabajando en mi vieja escuela Geocities-alojados blog, o charlando toda la noche con amigos de internet que había hecho en el otro lado del globo. Muchas noches, me iba a terminar la compensación sólo una o dos horas de sueño - en todo caso. La escuela secundaria era poco más que una falta de definición de días y noches soñolientas nerd, pero de alguna manera me las arregló para graduarse con éxito en el tiempo. Después pasé a la universidad, mi devoción por la noche se hizo más fácil. Los cursos en línea sólo se habían convertido en algo común, así que me las arreglé para tomar casi toda mi carga académica a través de la web. Conseguí un trabajo venta una tienda de comestibles cerca durante la noche, y la luz del día se convirtió en menos y menos de un espectáculo familiar para mí. Cuando se vive toda su vida en la oscuridad, deja de asustarte. Mis amigos me preguntaban cómo podía manejar a pasear a mi perro a las 4 am sin ningún temor, o si no me pongo un poco asustado por lo tranquilo de mis residencias y edificios de apartamentos fueron siempre como me fui de mi trabajo diario. Para mí, la respuesta era siempre la misma: yo no tenía miedo en absoluto. Esto puede sonar extraño, pero la mejor alegoría que se me ocurre es que cálido, acogedor, con todo cerrado sensación que se obtiene durante una tormenta de nieve. Estás dentro, seguro y cálido, aunque la verdad es aislada del mundo. Viviendo casi en su totalidad en la noche es similar; Me resulta tan familiar y fácil, pero todavía estoy consciente de que mi ciudad es casi totalmente dormido cuando estoy despierto. Estoy un poco aislado, sí, pero es una soledad cómoda, no una soledad dolorosa. Yo estoy explicando esto a usted para que pueda entender qué tan serio lo que voy a decir es. Yo no soy el tipo de persona que oye golpes en la noche o ve monstruos en las sombras. La noche es mi hábitat natural, y siempre me he sentido seguro. Así que cuando te digo que esta noche, la oscuridad ha logrado hacerme experimentar temor como ningún otro, usted debe darse cuenta de lo poco natural que es. ~ ~ ~ Comenzó como cualquier día normal - er, noche - para mí. Me desperté a las 22:00 y conseguí mi Perking café. Aparentemente accesorio con mi preferencia por la noche en el día, también me inclino por el café muy oscuro. La mezcla que hice hoy fue llamado Eclipse; tanto apropiado para su color, así como exagerar como un presagio extraño para lo que vendría después. Como yo estaba friendo algo de tocino y huevos para ir con mi café, un gran estruendo de mi salón resonó en mi apartamento. Fue seguido por un crujido extraño, y después de un largo, crujido dilatado. Casi se me cae el molino de pimienta que me había estado conteniendo, antes de venir a mis sentidos y mira a escondidas alrededor de la esquina en la sala de estar. Era, por supuesto, completamente vacío. Vivo solo (bueno, excepto por mi perro, que estaba encaramado en la actualidad en su cama del perro en la cocina y ladeando la cabeza hacia atrás y adelante en el ruido) y guardan mis puertas y ventanas cerradas todo el tiempo, y, además, mi apartamento es lo se llama estilo "shotgun" - la puerta principal y la puerta trasera se enfrentan directamente entre sí, con la cocina como el vínculo entre ellos. Si alguien hubiera llegado dentro, habrían tenido que marchar a la derecha más allá de mis preparativos para el desayuno. Puedo ser spacey veces, seguro, pero aún me habría dado cuenta de eso! Como Miré alrededor de la habitación, tratando de averiguar lo que podría haber caído y roto y causado el misterioso ruido, sentí la sensación más extraña. Era como si alguien acabara de cepillado más allá de mí. Estoy seguro de que suena increíblemente liga historia de fantasmas-de memoria, pero no era el toque frío y pegajoso que la mayoría de personas afirman sentir. Esta fue ... agradable temperatura, y el toque se sentía como si alguien estuviera frotando suavemente el más lujoso, lujoso terciopelo por mi mejilla. Fue un extraño conflicto de emociones; la parte lógica de mi cerebro estaba aterrorizado por la combinación de ruidos inexplicables y ahora una presencia aparentemente fantasmal, sin embargo, algo en el toque se sentía tan maravilloso y seguro - era de alguna manera nostálgica, en realidad. Como todos los buenos momentos que me había quedarse hasta muy tarde y que se divierten durante la escuela secundaria, el placer de un paseo nocturno con sólo mi perro y mis pensamientos como compañía, la sensación perversamente satisfecho de ver a mis vecinos tener que raspar la escarcha nocturna sus coches en la mañana mientras yo estaba terminando mi día y sólo tenía que preocuparse de qué libro curl con en la cama - de alguna manera, esto solo toque encarnó todas esas emociones a la vez. Me llamó la atención un momento tonto como mi cerebro trató de averiguar exactamente cómo se siente, pero antes de que me decidí por completo de una manera u otra, me encontré dando la vuelta. La habitación detrás de mí - donde la presencia aparentemente se dirigía - parecía vacía a primera vista, pero algo estaba definitivamente fuera. Me tomó un momento de mirar para darse cuenta de ello, pero cuando lo hice, un fuerte repunte de terror atravesó todos mis sentimientos previamente confusas. Mi ventana estaba abierta y las cortinas estaban revoloteando suavemente en la brisa de la noche. Esto sería inusual en sí mismo, pero eso no fue lo que me había sorprendido. No sólo eran los huevos de las cortinas azules mi normalmente de robin de repente un nuevo tono que parecía de algún modo oscuro que el negro, pero cuando miré más allá de ellos por la ventana - la luna había desaparecido. El cielo era de un negro como la tinta completa e impenetrable. Sin luz de la luna, las farolas, ni siquiera la luz desde el interior de mi apartamento parecía estar llegando al mundo exterior. La luna nebulosa que había estado presente cuando me desperté había de alguna manera, ya sea desaparecido o sido completamente eclipsado; la luz de seguridad que tiende a apagarse si siquiera tanto como mirada en la dirección del edificio de apartamentos frente a la mía no estaba activando incluso cuando corrí a la ventana y traté de escudriñar a través de la oscuridad. Era tan completamente negro que ni siquiera podía ver nada más allá de mi ventana. Por primera vez en mi vida, experimenté cierto terror. ¿Qué estaba pasando? ¿Cómo podría esto posiblemente se explica? Llegaba a su fin del mundo? ¿Era una extraña nueva arma de guerra, una niebla negro de sustancias químicas que embota los sentidos? Yo venía con montañas de escenarios extraños, cada uno igual de improbables como la siguiente, sin embargo, ninguno logró ser más extraña que lo que en realidad estaba viendo. Fue entonces cuando lo vi. La más leve aleteo de movimiento - una onda en la negrura de obsidiana exterior. Si pudiera ver, habría sido justo al lado de los jardines que rodean los buzones. Estos jardines son un poco de una labor de amor para el jardinero del complejo de apartamentos; No pasa un día que no es por ahí haciendo un poco de abono, la poda o la siembra. Cuando él me conoció y aprendió acerca de mi estilo de vida nocturna, que se encargó de añadir un poco de jazmín que florece de noche a los jardines para que yo pudiera tener algo hermoso ver al revisar mi correo en el medio de la noche. En realidad, ahora que lo pensaba en ello, el reflejo del movimiento estaba a la vuelta de los jazmines! Antes de que pudiera entender por qué, yo estaba fuera de mi puerta delantera y se desliza hacia abajo por las escaleras hasta la planta baja. Me sentía consumido por el deseo - no, la necesidad - para entender lo que estaba pasando, y yo sospechaba que la perturbación en la fuerza - por así decirlo - era mi más rápida vía para obtener respuestas. Del mismo modo que me acerqué a la zona donde el jazmín debe ser, de repente me di cuenta de lo imprudente que había estado, corriendo hacia el negro. Consideré vuelta atrás, pero luego decidí que como la entidad había estado en mi apartamento ya, yo probablemente estaba tan seguro aquí como yo estaba dentro. Oí una trama débil, y miré hacia atrás para ver a mi perro trotando hacia mí, moviendo la cola. Eso fue un consuelo, me decidí. Por lo general era bastante atentos; si él estaba actuando normal y sin inmutarse, tal vez no había realmente ningún peligro. Me agaché, tanteando, tratando de encontrar el jazmín. No puedo explicar por qué, pero por alguna razón que sólo sabía que tenía una de las flores. Después de unos cuantos intentos fallidos (y algunos pinchazos de espinas de un arbusto cercano rosa), mi mano se encontró con una de las flores en floración. Espeté que fuera su tallo y se lo mostré a mi cara, inhalando el olor. Fue entonces cuando sucedió. A partir de la flor que sostenía en la mano, lo que sólo se puede describir como una luz oscura comenzó a brillar. Imagina una linterna de papel, pero con todo el papel completamente negro; o tal vez una luz negro en una habitación oscura ya echada. La luz - a falta de un término mejor, voy a llamarla una luz - tragó la zona, y yo podía ver vagamente los contornos y formas de mi entorno. Jardines, buzones, farolas apagadas - - Y la forma de una mujer, a pocos metros delante de mí. Me encantaría ser capaz de describirla en detalle para que, ya sabes, "Ella era increíblemente hermosa y tenía los labios como la fruta y los ojos que brillaban como gemas preciosas delicioso" o lo que sea, pero ... yo no podía ver cualquier característica. Era más como si fuera simplemente la oscuridad que toma la forma de una mujer; Podía ver la silueta de un vestido de noche, zapatos de tacón y el pelo largo en una especie de updo, pero que estaba fue todo. No parecía haber un ligero nebuloso niebla,, púrpura-negro que irradiaba de ella también - se deja absolutamente ninguna duda de que todo lo que esta mujer era, no podía posiblemente ser humano. Yo no sabía qué hacer. Me puse de pie, congelados, y se abrían en esta misteriosa entidad, tratando desesperadamente de pensar en cómo reaccionar. Mi estupor llegó a un final rápido como mi perro decidió tomar medidas antes que yo - se trasladó en un instante y saltó a la forma humo antes de que pudiera detenerlo. Todas las películas de terror y las historias que había absorbido a través de mi vida pasaron por mi mente, y me extendió la mano para tratar de proteger a mi fiel compañero de la fatalidad que es casi seguro que se había ganado. Mientras que la cosa de la mujer no mostraba ninguna agresión abierta por el momento, esto no podía acabar bien. Entonces lo impensable - o más bien, la completamente impredecible - sucedió. La oscuridad se acercó una mano elegante y simplemente la puso sobre la cabeza de mi perro, del mismo modo que lo haría a reconocerlo cuando estaba sentado en silencio mientras veíamos por televisión o algo así. La forma y el canino ambos se quedaron aún por un momento, como si de alguna manera en comunión, y entonces mi perro dio un yip feliz y despegó hacia la oscuridad. Me quedé de piedra, pero aliviado, y este extraño acontecimiento que yo salir de mi asombro suficiente para hablar - incluso si no era nada más que un "eh?" Sonido estrangulado. La sombra se echó a reír, una risa profunda y gutural que me dio la misma extraña sensación de ser acariciado por el terciopelo como la presencia en mi apartamento. Me di cuenta de que esta mujer-sombra, entonces, debe haber sido el que había pasado por mí antes. Fue todo esto sólo un ardid para sacarme aquí? Los ruidos en mi apartamento vacío, el toque breve, la pura extrañeza fuera - de repente todo parecía muy calculados. En vez de ser puesto en la facilidad por la carcajada y el tratamiento aparentemente amistosa de mi perro, me sentí vuelven aún más ansioso. ¿Qué estaba pasando? ¿Qué era esta cosa, y lo que hizo ella - ella? - Que quieres de mi? Reuní todo mi valor y decidí preguntar, ya que estaba recibiendo la impresión de que esta entidad estaba esperando en mí por alguna razón. Si yo no he dicho algo pronto, mi corazón podría dar a conocer antes de que nos detuvimos mirando el uno al otro. Pero a pesar de mi resolución, sólo podía manejar a balbucear una sola palabra: "... ¿Qué ..." La oscuridad se movía como mercurio líquido, cayendo inmediatamente a mi lado. Esas elegantes sombras-manos, una vez más se acercaron, esta vez a la taza suavemente mi rostro. Cuando llegó la respuesta, lo escuché tanto en voz alta y en lo profundo de mi cerebro, como si la sombra estaba hablando a todos mis sentidos a la vez. Fue una sensación muy inquietante, pero no más que la respuesta que recibí. "Usted no entiende todavía? Pequeña uno, hemos vivido tan cerca como amantes para toda su vida. Su compañero me sabía desde el momento en que llegué, y me saludó como tal. ¿De verdad no me reconoces? " En ese momento, una vez más me sentí que la prisa de la nostalgia de la noche - la constante conciencia y la aceptación de mi soledad, la alegría de la libertad absoluta nacida de tener la noche para mí, la calidez y el confort de hábitos nocturnos normales, las prisas de la afición me sentía como hablé con amigos lejanos por el resplandor de un monitor, el compañerismo tranquila mientras caminaba bajo las estrellas con mi perro ... era igual que antes. Esta vez, entendí lo que el tacto aterciopelado estaba tratando de transmitir. Miré a la niebla-mujer y vi la relación que yo había estado cultivando toda mi vida; porque ¿qué me gusta más que la misma noche? "Ah. Usted ve ahora ", la voz se hizo eco. "Estás en lo cierto. Yo soy la noche misma; Yo soy el que usted ha dedicado toda su vida a servir. He venido, querido uno, para recoger lo que es mío por derecho. " Espera un minuto, me puse a pensar en la voz. No entiendo qué quiere decir con eso. Recoge lo que es tuyo? Servirle? Estás haciendo que suene como si fuera una especie de sacrificio en un antiguo culto a Nyx o algo - Me aislé y traté de pensar a través de la cada vez más brumoso, sensación de sueño que estaba invadiendo mi cerebro. Si se trataba de su tacto o de que cada vez más pesada olor dulce, en el aire, me estaba empezando a sentir un poco drogado. Todo está tratando de hacer que me sienta a gusto y seguro, pero no puede desprenderse de esta profunda, el miedo frío en la parte inferior del estómago. Algo no está bien, pero todo lo que puedo sentir es el grueso aroma floral y estoy empezando a sentir esa sensación grata somnolencia que recibe de muchos antihistamínicos y cuándo me dan en mi cama? Pero estoy en mi pijama y mi perro es un ovillo junto a mí y el calentador está encendido y es tan cálido y acogedor, y estoy tan somnoliento y tal vez sólo una buena siesta en estas mantas de terciopelo oscuro le ayudará a recordar ... , porque estoy intentando recordar algo ... y que el incienso jazmín seguro que es agradable y todo es tan cómodo fácil soñoliento mientras me acurrucaba en las cubiertas, sentí que algo cayó de mi mano extendida. ~ ~ ~ Y de repente, aquí estoy. Estoy bien despierto y consciente de que estoy afuera, casi completamente envuelto en sombras. El jazmín-linterna está en el suelo, a mis pies, y parece que el abandono se ha roto el hechizo. Me apresuro hacia atrás, golpeando inútilmente en las volutas de humo negro que aún están encrespando alrededor de mis piernas. "Tch, un niño tan rebelde," Oigo la voz de Nyx, pero esta vez no está en mi cabeza, ella está hablando en voz alta. "Tengo que admitir que no me esperaba a resistir; después de todo, me adoras con todas las facetas de su vida. Es natural que vuelva a mí. ¿Por qué pelean? " Tengo la sensación de cierto desconcierto en su pregunta, no malice.I sacudo la cabeza. "Yo ... es verdad que he disfrutado viviendo con usted, pero eso es sólo él: He disfrutado de la vida. No lo entiendo, ¿por qué estás tratando de llevarme? ¿Qué motivó esto? Yo ... yo no quiero morir! ", Grito la última parte, temblando como me doy cuenta de lo veraz mi ruego ahora era. Oh, Dios, por favor deje a sobrevivir esto. Nyx examina mi rostro y, de alguna manera, me da la sensación de que ella está con el ceño fruncido a mí. "Pero es imposible, querido. Usted pertenece a mí. He dejado demasiado de una marca en ti; puedes siquiera recuerdo la última vez que vio la luz del día? " Niego con la cabeza. Es cierto; que probablemente han pasado años desde que he visto la luz del sol y nunca me pareció particularmente preocupante. Eso es lo que los suplementos de vitamina D son, ¿verdad? "Ha sido, precisamente, tres años en que se ha vivido en completa oscuridad. Tres años que ha dedicado por completo a mí, dejando Hemera en todos los sentidos. Usted ha deleitado con mi presencia en estos últimos tres años; He sentido su adoración llamándome. Usted ha incluso me regaló flores de mi propio dominio como una ofrenda ", afirmó cuando se detuvo para coger una de las flores de jazmín. La vi levantar la flor hasta su cara y sonreí mientras inhalaba su embriagador, espeso aroma floral. Después de un momento, ella bajó los pétalos y continuó: "Esta noche es la noche que me permite reclamar oficialmente como mi hijo y llevarte a casa. ¿Estás diciendo que usted no siguió intencionadamente este rito? Lamento decirlo, pero no se puede invertir ahora. Como he dicho, eres mía, y yo he venido a recoger lo que me pertenece ". Estoy tan concentrado en sus palabras, que ni siquiera me di cuenta al principio que ha Nyx, una vez más, comenzó a envolverme en sus sombras. Dejé escapar un pequeño grito de asombro y gire a correr, sólo para que mi brazo agarrado por una corona de niebla negro. "¿Todavía no lo entiendes, hijo. No es una cuestión de un cierto deseo malévolo de mi parte; Yo simplemente no puedo permitir que se quede en este plano por miedo a lo que va a ser de ti. Eres mía, y esto significa que va a dejar de existir si usted permite que el día de Hemera atraparte. Si quieres ser salvo, debe permitir que te lleve. No hay alternativa ". Estoy helado hasta la médula por sus palabras. Si ella está diciendo lo que creo que está diciendo ... estoy en una situación imposible. Está bien permitir que ella "recoger" me - y aparentemente dejó mi conciencia individual se escape, si lo que pasó antes fue una indicación - o deja de existir por completo una vez que los accesos de luz del amanecer. "En mi abrazo, es cierto que va a dejar de ser una entidad individual. Usted se convertirá en la noche misma. ¿Es esto realmente tan malo? ¿Es realmente peor que la decadencia que se reunirá cuando Hemera despierta? " Es difícil de aceptar. Parte de lo que me gustaba de la soledad de la noche fue la gran libertad a menudo me sentía; autosuficiencia total y la falta de exigencias normales de la sociedad me dio la sensación más viva de lo que puedo explicar adecuadamente. Y ahora mis opciones son o bien perder completamente mi ser y llegar a ser ... bueno, parte de las sombras de Nyx, supongo ... o dejar de existir por completo. ¿Existe aún alguna diferencia entre los dos? Al menos si me muero por día, todavía estaré yo al final ... si dejo que Nyx me lleve, voy siquiera sé si me muero? Es que es tan desconocido, y eso me asusta. Nyx habla sus siguientes palabras en voz baja. "Small uno, como una bendición para sus años de amor, yo le ofrecerá la opción. Ven a mí por tu propia voluntad, o permitir que el día sea su fin. Esta es mi merced a usted. Te advierto, sin embargo: enfoques Hemera. No tienes más que unos pocos minutos para decidir ". Como ella dice esto, veo el menor atisbo de luz en el horizonte. Nyx dice la verdad. Amanecer viene, y tengo solo unos momentos fueron. Siento las lágrimas comienzan a caer, y una voluta de humo satinada ellos bate lejos, y rápidamente retrocede, como si Nyx es una madre tratando de decidir entre que consuela a su hijo llorando o dejando a manejar su dolor como un adulto. En una u otra forma, yo estoy a punto de morir. Levanto mis ojos e intento un gesto determinado. Me voy a enfrentar esto con toda la fuerza que un humano pueda reunir. Mi decisión ya está tomada. Sé que no tengo que molestar a vocalizar ella. Estoy tratando con diosas, después de todo. Estoy seguro de que pueden sentir la voluntad de mi corazón. Nyx sonríe, y me llega mi fin.
- In late 1998, at the height of the T-Virus outbreak in Raccoon City, Nyx was stolen by USS Commander Juan Rodriguez, likely at the request of researcher Linda Washington. A UBCS team was dispatched to track it down, led by Arnold St. Peter. Depending on the actions of the player, Nyx may be either extracted successfully or dropped from the helicopter onto the highway overpass by a Stinger missile fired against Rodriguez' chopper by an Umbrella executive in an attempt to destroy both him and the evidence of B.O.W. research (Nyx itself). When the UBCS team goes to investigate, they are quickly killed, their bodies absorbed into the creature's biomass. Nyx also manages to absorb a Tyrant-R into itself. Nyx is one of Umbrella's most horrifying creations. It is a jelly-like organism, that is capable of grabbing and incorporating players into its body, killing them by infesting their bodies with the T-Virus at a madly high infection rate. Its attacks include throwing pieces of its body, attacking with a massive arm almost entirely comprised of the aforementioned U.B.C.S. unit, and more conventional physical attacks. Nyx's weaknesses are very little, but it can be destroyed either by barrages of high-caliber weapons, or if the absorbed Tyrant-R's demolition charges haven't been activated, Nyx can be destroyed by activating them. With the Tyrant-R's body so near its core, the blast nearly kills it and renders it extremely vulnerable. Another way of killing it is to use the nearby rocket launcher to fire at its core and finish it permanently. The only true part of Nyx is its' large "eye" on its' body, which is its weak spot. If the bomb is already destroyed, and the rocket launcher used already, then the only attack left is to shoot (or hit) it untill it kneels over, weakend. Attacking the eye will cause the creature to groan largely, taking away its health.
- Nyx's main group includes the scouts Fury, Chase, Di and Shade. Initially, Nyx shows some distrust of Fawn due to Fawn's habit of caring for dangerous animals close to or within Pixie Hollow--including snakes, hawks, etc. Nyx also perceives the Neverbeast as a threat to Pixie Hollow due to her misinterpretation of the legend. Nyx places the safety of Pixie Hollow's fairies above all else. She has a commanding presence and no-nonsense attitude but also softens when she is being affectionate with her friends. Nyx has skills in gymnastics, defensive flying, strategy, and fighting. Her weapon appears to be a black-and-white striped porcupine quill which matches the scouting-talent fairy uniform.
- Nyx is the founder and shadow leader of the Void Community; leading through Ortoroz. He lost his legs in the same battle that cost Ortoroz his eye. He is of the same species that live in wild country to the west of Radiata as Sonata and Ardoph.
- Nyx fut découvert en 2582 en pleine apogée de l’expansion territoriale de l’Empire Uni de la Terre, récemment formé. Ce système se compose de trois planètes classiques en orbite autour d’une étoile jaune-blanc de la séquence principale. Astronomiquement parlant, le point le plus remarquable de Nyx est sa localisation en bordure d’une nébuleuse sombre, qui enveloppe les orbites des trois mondes. Les gaz de la nébuleuse limitent sérieusement la visibilité ainsi que l’usage de scanners… ce sur quoi comptent quelques habitants de ce système. Celui-ci fut pour la première fois répertorié via un point de saut dans le système Stanton par la navigatrice de saut solitaire Carla Larry. La déclaration officielle de Clara ne fait pas vraiment état d’un intérêt particulier dans ce système, celle-ci mentionnant qu’il «manque de gisements de minéraux importants ou de raisons valables qui justifierait une dépense pour de la terraformation.» Larry a bien essayé de faire officiellement nommer Lou, Morgan et Ashley les trois mondes qui gravitent autour de l’étoile, d’après les noms de conquêtes après lesquelles elle courait. Conformément à la politique normale, le gouvernement de l’UEE n’a jamais reconnu ces noms, et leur utilisation ne s’est jamais vraiment répandue. L’Histoire ne dit jamais si la découvreuse intrépide parvint à impressionner les trois personnes suscitées. Au cours des deux derniers siècles, Nyx a gagné en intérêt comme étape sur le trajet Castra-Stanton, avec une part importante de transporteurs circulant à travers le système simultanément. La piraterie de petite envergure n’est pas rare, celle-ci se reposant sur la nébuleuse du système, et les voyageurs sont avertis de ne pas dévier des voies spatiales standards au cours de leur traversée.
- Nyx is a pirate on the Opal, Hunter, Ice, Midnight, Sage, Viridian and Cobalt Oceans. On the Sage Ocean, she is a fleet officer and lookout of the crew Einherjar and a member of the flag Good Grief. On the Cobalt Ocean, she is a fleet officer and scribe of the crew Play Hard and a member of the flag Easy Livin. Image:Pirate.png Arr! This article about a pirate in Puzzle Pirates be a stub. Ye can help YPPedia by [ expanding it].
- Nyx was the ancient goddess of night. She is a shadowy figure in Greek mythology but from the extracts about her, it can be gleaned that she was a figure of great beauty and power.
- Nyx(ニュクス) ist eine spielbare Charakterin in Fire Emblem Fates Herrschaft und in Fire Emblem Faes Offenbarung. Sie wird von Juri Kimura in der japanischen Version gesprochen.
- Nyx ist eine unglaublich treue Wächterfee, die im Disney Fairie-Film Tinkerbell und die Legende vom Nimmerbiest vorkommt.
- Nyx (ニュクス Nyukusu) is a playable character in Fire Emblem Fates and an ally in the Conquest and Revelation Routes. She is voiced by Juri Kimura in the Japanese version and by Amber Hood in the English version.
- Nyx es un personaje de la franquicia Disney Fairies.
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