Noxol Delirious

[FJ]

Name: Noxol Delirious Alias: Nox Gender: Male Sex: ♂ Age: Adult Diet: Carnivorous Scent: Demonic taint detectable. Size: Average. Build: Leans more toward the nimble side, not particularly bulky. Reference: x Speech: #505050 Voice: x Parents: Razor Delirious ♥ Trinity Lover: x Crush: x Cubs: Maya Crimson (Jane) - Elliot ♂ (Jason), Curse ♀ (Blair), Dozer ♂ (OnyxOryx) Shard (OnyxOryx) - ? (OnyxOryx) Theme: x

• C o r e Protective - crusader - distant - rugged - unforgiving *Has black silver-tipped horns, an ebony sword with a silver hilt, and a black bear cloak. Has an eyepatch over his left eye.

• S t r i n g s Fexol Delirious - Brother "I have failed you so many times." Maya - Previous lover "Beloved." Curse - Daughter "Happy to have found her. We share a bond." Elliot - Son "What has happened to you since I've been away? I'm sorry I did not return sooner." Shard - Previous lover "I am so sorry." Jasper Crimson - Acquaintance "I suspect him of crimes against the innocent, but as long as he does none in my presence, I may tolerate him. He is a Crimson and they are as family." Federal 'Naberius' Delirious - Uncle "I will rip your innards to shreds." Sigma Delirious - Grandfather "I will find you, and I will stop you."

• L i f e Noxol was born from a demon and mortal pairing, raised as the eldest between himself and one other cub from the next litter, Fexol. His parents' communion was not meant to be, and his grandfather, Sigma swore to purge them all, sending his other son Federal also known as Naberius after them. He overwhelmed them, killing the lovers and blinding the then adolescent Noxol in an eye, and upon Noxol's escape he chose to take Fexol, a cub, as a prisoner. Some time passed as Noxol conflicted with himself over what to do. He was not strong enough to beat Federal, much less Sigma. He met Maya Crimson and began a family after falling for her, finding comfort in her embrace. Sigma soon arose again however, catching wind of him after Fexol managed to escape. He was unable to capture Noxol, but Fexol was later returned. This was a blow to Noxol, who in the events, had been turned away by Maya. He sought a new family briefly, siring cubs from a female named Shard, who was slaughtered upon birthing by Federal. In his grief, a calling had been sent to Razor's spirit, who helped pull Shard from the abyss but did not have strength to do more than carefully nurse her back to health. Noxol would have a meeting with both Shard and Maya later after the cubs had grown, but all three would go their separate ways in the end. This began a quiet era for Noxol, who having failed in his relationships, turned himself towards getting stronger physically and emotionally. He learned of the spirit world, or the between-worlds as he calls it, and made visits, killing demons and wraiths. This evolution was slow-going and soon he found himself revisiting where his parents had died so long ago. Here he found a relic, something demons sometimes turn into upon their departure. Sigma is a collector of these and yet this had eluded him--in the between-worlds, Razor had formed into a sword known as Reym, black as night and a faint ruby hue in the reflection, and silver at the hilt. Noxol understood Razor's intention. End corruption, save lives, protect his children. And to this he has sworn his life, and so he continued to fight, the corruption he faced leaving him slightly altered as no mortal or partially-mortal being was ever meant for this fight. He grew horns. Adorning a black bear cape much later, he was approached by a black wolf named Dark Vincent, claiming a 'creator' wished him to return to the mortal realm. He complied, curious, almost feeling like this was meaningless. A waste. But when he saw a strange revival nearby and Jasper Crimson among the bodies, he realized it had been too long since he'd been gone. He has found his daughter, Curse, and pledged to help end his other son, Elliot's, possession and to visit Curse's pride.

[FJ]

A Nighttime Conversation

Speaking to his father was never done during the waking day. It came during the restful periods when the relic had an easier time conversing with him, using minimal energy to complete it. Awake, it would have to reach Noxol on Noxol's plane of existence... but asleep, it could draw Noxol's soul inward without risk to his body. It was rare due to concern over safety, but it did occasionally happen.

This was why, when Noxol awoke to find himself in a dark void, he knew exactly where he was. There was nothing for him to see here save for himself, though even that was like a mirage--his soul was here, constrained only by the appearance of the body that possessed it, otherwise ethereal in figure. He didn't fear this. He could sense only one other soul nearby, one that burned brightly, like an unseen fire.

"Father." He would sound slightly tired, probably phantom tiredness coming from knowing the condition of his body. "My apologies for bringing you here." A similar, courteous voice echoed back. Noxol's manners truly did come from his father. A moment of contemplated silence followed, and Noxol said nothing. He didn't want to rush his father, not when this was the only time he'd ever really be in his presence. "I never explained to you why I fought against my father, or why I chose to love a mortal." "I assumed it was because she was a kind soul, free and unsullied by darkness. Sigma had an image of you he wanted you to fit, and it wasn't who you were." He could sense something like a smile coming from his father for those words. "You have seen the world as I have seen it. You understand, though the story itself is important." It would be a long one.

"I had been everything my father wanted, except that I was different in one large, fundamental way. He may have distanced Mother from my littermates and I, but I saw a sense of humanity in her. The others would see it as a weakness... but I saw it as a way of understanding other creatures. I could not look down at her for it. Father had seen himself as an apex creature, the top of the line, but I saw the individual strengths of others as belonging to them, not as something to exploit.

Before Trinity, I had chosen a female to be my consort; she was not unlike Mother in her ideals. I had disobeyed Father's orders for some time to find and kill those who would not bow to him, and his patience was thin due to it. He saw the way we were raising the cubs... I had not loved her, but I had loved our children, and one day Father stopped by and grew quite infuriated at us. Before I could do anything, he had strangled the cubs in vines and wormed them through the female, tearing her apart as if it meant nothing. 'Start again.' he ordered me. 'You will create those worthy of our name, not babied children.' He had told me he saw them talking about a butterfly, and why it was wrong to kill it. He had killed it for them, and they cried at the sight.

I took my leave at that time. I wasn't strong enough to fight him and I knew it, so I left and wandered a while. Your mother found me at that time... I've told the story of how we fell in love, but I never explained why I didn't take you and your brother and run far away with her, or why I chose a mortal creature. You are right; she was free, innocent. But it was the first time I'd ever seen someone treat another as equals, and choose a harmonious life. This was what Father strives to destroy--when he had told me very differently. This was the truth. I didn't want power, I never wanted it. I let my power be sealed off by these emotions and made an attempt to live the life Trinity and I wanted. I didn't have the same choice as she did--I had to choose one side or the other.

The day you were born, my brother came by and spoke to me. Father had demanded I return, but the birth of a halfblood hadn't been expected. He returned to him to tell him, and Father decided to work on other concerns before handling me--he would let me grow attached first. He wanted to rip you all away from me as he had done before.

I was outside of his lands, and I knew he wouldn't come personally. I had thought that if Naberius--what is it he calls himself now, Federal?--came for us, you and I could kill him or at least fight him off until he gave up. But he knew me, knew my honor, he felt that I had distanced myself from my power... and so he waited until Trinity was enough away from me that he could catch her before I could stop it. He used you too, blinding you to distract me. You know the rest.

Son, you inherited my honor, but you are a nephalem. You were born free to make your own choices, and you've grown so strong as you harness what you are and continue fighting for what you know and believe in. The love your children have for you and the respect you have from others is honest, where all he has is built upon lies and fallacies. He wanted you dead because even progenitor demons have their limits, but a nephalem has none; they are an unstable being, chaotic and fierce. But never, ever believe you can save everybody. You will lose more before this war is won, so don't let him demoralize you. I see so much of Trinity within you... She was stubborn too, and wanted to see Father undone for what he had done to her friends and to other creatures. She never ran because she knew the losses were worth it... And even if we paid the ultimate price, I see you and know it was. She was right to believe in you, son."

Noxol could feel the moisture on his eye and he looked down, digesting the words. He truly had missed his father's voice and patience, and even these talks were so few in number it always caught him by surprise. To be shown so much trust and belief... It was humbling, especially when he questioned himself often. He knew it was exactly that which Razor was happy for. The personal check which Noxol lived by... keeping himself from being too hardened by his experiences, or losing his control. It wasn't easy, and Razor knew it well. It was... a relief to Noxol to have that noticed. "...Thank you."

"Believe in yourself, son." Noxol's gaze raised and he nodded, swallowing though it meant nothing in this abyss. "Morning has arrived. Curse is stirring; let her know I said good morning."

"I will. ...I love you, Father."

"I love you too."

The birds chirping good morning greeted his ears and he knew he was waking from the dream.