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Know Your Goddess

Height: 6’5″

Weight: 185 lbs.

Hair Color: Silver hair, worn in loose, long waves that fall to her thighs, or done up in a half-ponytail. 

Facial Hair: None

Eyes: Dark navy blue, no pupils, literally starry eyed; when mortals become fixated, she reassures them that they’re just contacts (they’re not).

Distinguishing Features: In immortal form, her skin is literally the night sky – it reflects constellations, nebulas, shooting stars, and reacts to her emotions; when summoned, she has large black and gold-tipped wings


Parents:  Chaos

Siblings:  Erebus, Gaia, and Tartarus

Spouse: (Current) None Former: Erebus

Children: With Erebus: Aether and Hemera (light and day), Charon

Solo Children: The Oneiroi (gods of dreams, 1000 sons), The Keres (goddesses of violent deaths, 1000 daughters), The Moirai (The Fates, 3 daughters), The Hesperides (Evening/Sunset, 3 daughters), Hypnos, Thanatos, Geras, Momus, Moros, Eris, Nemesis, Apate, Oizys, Philotes, Ouranos, Astra Planeta, Eleos, Sophrosyne, Epiphron, Hybris, Anaidea (Ruthlessness), Epiales (nightmares), Achlys (death mist), the Arai (curses), Alastor (blood feud), Aporia (want), the Maniai (madnesses), Eurynomos (flesh eating daemon), and the Nosoi (plague).

Pets: Black pitbull named Adrastos


Owner/Operator of Nox Nightclub, an exclusive pop-up club, mainly in Europe. A small sister location located down the street from the God Complex Headquarters.

Owner/Operator of Whole Latte Love Coffee Shop & Daycare, a 24-hour business that caters to all lifestyles and the children that come with it, across the street from Nox Nightclub

Owner of Eventide, located in the Isle of Skye


Apartments in Tartarus; the 17th floor inside the Headquarters of the God Complex, a flat in the heart of London, England, and Eventide – 1,500 acres and a temple in the Isle of Skye.

Personal Information

General Overview: Among the Pantheon, Nyx is one of the more calm, cool, and collected immortals. She is prone to suss things out before acting, and is generally cordial and level-headed in most discussions or debates. However, should you cross a line that treads into the territory of her family or her past, you will find her to be fierce, sassy, and will go for the throat if provoked enough.

Nicknames: Nykki, Nyktos, Nyxie (Only Eros is allowed to call her such, do so at your own risk)

Likes: Billiards, big dogs, chickens, instrumentals, reading, star gazing, snow, sparring, Egyptian cotton, chess, dancing, swimming

Dislikes: Liars, soggy bread, being misled, anyone who would disrupt her work for their own pleasure/gains, the beach, extreme heat

Flaws / Weaknesses

All In The Family: While her love for her family is quite strong, it is also her weakest point. Nyx has a much higher chance of acting irrationally if it involves her family, or those she cares for. 

Gypsy-soul: Nyx finds it hard to stay in one place too long; mortals would call it a gypsy soul, or wanderlust. While being on the move has aided in her extensive knowledge, it also means she misses out on a lot of potential relationships and moments that being a homebody entails. It makes her lonely sometimes.

Skills / Abilities

Immortality – Nyx is technically immortal. She is immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections. 

Babble-speak – Nyx can communicate in all languages and dialects. 

Primordial Goddess – Being a Protogeno gives Nyx the advantage of having a vast knowledge of the world and its intricacies. Though she is still trying to keep up with technology and slang terms, she is well-versed in history, literature, music, and most major industries. 

Limited Shapeshifting – Nyx can change aspects of herself to make her more human-like for the mortal plane; this allows her to mingle with humans day-to-day. When in battle or among immortals, she reverts to her natural state. When experiencing a sharp emotion, such an intense anger, stress, or sadness, sometimes this ability can slip and reveal her true form. 

A Mother’s Love – Nyx can hide away a mortal from other mortals and most immortals. This does not work against other Protogenos. 

Shining Night – Nyx flies across the night sky, painting stars in any shape she wishes. This can be used for hidden signals or messages, as well as flamboyant advertising.

Glitch In The Matrix – New-found powers accidentally leeched from a tulpa has gifted Nyx the ability to control technology and its informational flow. She is able to lift security protocols, hack systems, and implant viruses, among other things.

Personal Attire

Normal Daily Wear: Black or khaki slacks worn with black pumps or stilettos, and a white or gold dress shirt with a long necklace and earrings; or a long black sweater and a thigh-high leather skirt, with knee-high khaki boots. 

Alternate Dress Wear: Fitted black dress, decolletage neckline, hem sweeps the floor – made from chiffon and silk, paired with ebony and silver stilettos. Wears a thin silver choker with a tiny moon pendant, diamond earrings, and thin silver armlets. Wings are visible.

Magical Artifacts/Weapons

Owl Ring – Gifted to her by Gaia, Nyx’s ring lets her send quick messages to any of her family members

Cloak of Darkness – When Hemera comes down to rest for the night, Nyx would sweep her cloak of the skies to bring night upon the world. It’s a bit harder to do now since someone thought cloaks weren’t fashionable anymore, so she has traded it in for a black, ankle-length cardigan.

Kopis – Nyx’s kopis was forged by her own hands when the Titans were gathering to start the war. It grows dull in mortal hands, and may only be wielded by those with the traces of immortality in them.

Introduction written by Ashley Gallaher-Pollard

There is a certain cliche in the way we all want to love in the light. “Come to the light”, “Help me see the light”, “The light of my life”. Everyone wants to stay in the light, the warmth, the special place where all the ‘good’ people go. The idea of being something other than just ‘pure’ and ‘unadulterated’ is a sin to speak of, a blasphemy on the word of the gods.

What god are you speaking of, and who has set these principles in the stone you carry?

The word of the gods is a chaotic mess: a cluster fuck of he said, she said, muse said, Hesiod said. How can anyone claim to know what we all say, when we are just like you? We have pasts, opinions, friendships, loyalties, oaths, loves lost and found. We have grown far from the old tales that paint us as tyrants and abusers and tycoons. We don’t clamor to someone who claims to be “special” and help them become a king or a queen. We do not instigate wars, we do not demand obedience. And yet, you close your eyes to the change.

What if I told you that Zeus and Hera, though still a formidable force, are more calm than storm now? What if I told you that Eros, the God of Sexual Desire and Love, ached with not just his pains, but his family’s as well? What if I told you that Ares, the God of War, loved a mortal deeper than any of us have, and lost her? What if I told you that the first born of Chaos, she who ended wars, brought broken gods to their knees, dragged the very lights of the heavens down to the sand, was also a caring mother, a fiercely loyal lover, a steadfast friend?

The idea of living to the standards of the gods is not the one we want you to have, because our “standards” never existed. We came back to earth to rekindle our relationship with you, yes. We came back because, though Zeus may have told us to, we want to be a part of you once more. There is “mortal” in our “immortal”, and the difference between you and us is that we have millennia of more experience than you. Anyone can be gifted, have skills, wield a certain magic, have the aim of a sharpshooter. The idea that you cannot is absurd, and I implore you to look further than that.

Those of us who have lived in the dark, whether by choice or not, have fought at some point to prove they are not the stigma that shrouds the very word “darkness”. I do not want the light to be the only thing worth loving. I do not want the light to be the only thing worth keeping, knowing or protecting. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard was spoken by a mortal: we’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

Show me your darkness, show me what made you who you are. Tell me the stories of your past, what demons haunted you. And when you have emptied yourself to me, I will tell you that the dark has cared for you all along.

And when you finally believe my word, when you trust that I will not abandon you, I will come for all the monsters that touched you. I will come for all the ones who twisted your stars into shadows, and made you feel like a walking nightmare.

I will become their nightmare, and they will never wake up.

 – Nyx –

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