Khione Nocte

Lady Khione Nocte is the head figure of the Nocte Family, hailing from the Northern Sea port of Notte Cadavere.

This is still under heavy construction.

Early Life
Born as Khione Angel-Elizaveta Esmieralda Flor-Belle Miriam Rose Trian-Nocte , she was born to an elf named Alanna Silversmith in Morytania, about when the God Wars began. Her father was never found, and Alanna would not speak of him. Khione grew up around the people of Canifis, though her mother liked to travel to the settlements west of the region often.

             When Khione turned three, her mother married a werewolf by the name of Roran Trian. Roran had a son already named (can't remember), and a daughter with her, Mariot. Roran would often take Khione and help train her in combat skills, finding she was highly skilled for such a young girl with a blade and bow.

             Khione helped raise Mariot from the age of 8 until the settlement of Avarrocka caught her eye. She travelled within, leaving her mother and Mariot to travel back to Morytania together. She held her little iron sword Roran had given her to protect her mother and Mariot while on the road, her eyes scanning the area. As she came across a large tree, she saw men in the distance swinging their swords at things. She made her way toward them, being told that she had to leave, and that it was a dangerous place for a little girl such as she. She sulked off, making her way back to the tree she'd first spotted them from. As she neared it, she had a sudden impulse to hit something. She began to swing her sword blindly at the tree, stopping finally to find herself drenched in sweat, with a mutilated tree in front of her. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight, hearing voices coming from a decent sized building behind her. She made her way over, knocking nervously on the door. A handsome, red-headed man with a matching beard had answered, and he looked down to her with a smile, asking if she was lost. All she could say was, "Sir, I think I killed your tree."

             The man just laughed brightly, taking her shoulder and shaking his head, telling her that it was impossible. As Khione turned to leave, she heard a soft gasp come from the man. She looked back, seeing his eyes locked on the tree. The man called for her again, and she stopped, turning. The two conversed on her training and parentage for a moment.

             The man nodded slowly, telling her that he would be willing to take her in as an apprentice, despite her age. Khione happily agreed, asking immediately if she could inform her mother. The man gave her paper and ink, telling her to bring him the letter when she was finished and he would get it on its way.

            Khione trained for years under the man, named Rexotic. He taught her how to fire a crossbow, how to perfect her aiming, showing her where the deadliest strikes with a blade would be. By the age of 17, she was swinging a sword nearly as good as he was, her crossbow shots deadly and her arrows almost never missing their target. Rexotic noticed this, and told her that perhaps she should try her hand at magic, if she was able. He sent her to a mage that he knew, who immediately accepted the offer for a new apprentice.

The End of Training, the End of the Happiness.
By the time she had turned 19, she had been training under both Rexotic and the mage for another year. The mage was appalled by Khione's expertise in magic, though she had done very little in her life. She rarely needed runes, and when she did, they were not many. The mage contacted Rexotic, asking where he had found Khione and questioning how she was able to do such things. Terrified that she had done something wrong, Khione fled from their new encampment, making her way back to see her mother, Roran, Mariot, and her brother again.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Mariot, now 15, wouldn't leave Khione alone after that. She clung her her older sister, begging her to teach her how to fight. Khione always told her that her mother needed her, sending the girl off to help. Khione grew close to her brother, hunting with him often. Roran, now in his mid-fifties, often asked Khione what the training under Rexotic had been like. Alanna would always fall silent whenever the man's name was brought up, but when questioned, she would never answer straight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             One day, after Khione went hunting alone, she found her home to be in flames. She heard Mariot screaming, and she dropped everything she had and ran. She kicked the door in to see Roran's body, lying there. Mariot screamed again, coming from the upper floor. Khione grabbed up her stepfather's iron blade, rushing upstairs. She stopped dead when she saw Mariot. The girl was being held up by her neck by a vyre over the railing. Khione threw her blade at the thing, hoping it would drop Mariot back to the floor unharmed. The vyre turned as the blade struck it, letting out a high screech-like sound, before tossing Mariot over the edge. Khione lurched forward to try and grab her, but was hit back by the vyre. Khione closed her eyes, expecting for the worst, as she heard the crash of a crossbow and the weight over her was gone. She didn't bother opening her eyes as someone picked her up, carrying her outside. As the man (as she assumed it was male) put her down, she curled up and hid her face. She heard the man walk away, hearing his feet crunch on the ground, getting farther and farther.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Khione woke to her home being completely burned down. She rose slowly, before seeing the crumpled body before her. She crawled over, shaking the girl. Knowing she was too late, Khione picked up the body of the girl and held her close. She'd been too late; If she hadn't laid there so weak, if she'd have gotten up and tried to help her, maybe she'd still be alive...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             She figured she must have blacked out, because when she woke up, Mariot was still on the ground next to her, but there was someone else. A woman clad in full white, along with pale white skin and snow white hair stood over both of them. Khione slowly sat up, glaring at the woman, wondering why she would stare.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Then the woman spoke, saying that she could save Mariot. Khione slowly stood, glaring at the woman. She dared mock her when her sister was already beyond saving? The woman introduced herself as Rue Ozean, and Khione noticed the pure white staff on her back. Mariot, Rue explained, could be saved. She told Khione that she would do whatever was in her power to do so... for a price. Khione, now desperate to jump at a chance to save Mariot, asked what that price was, willing to do anything to regain the life of her baby sister.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Rue explained it would take a long time, and many things. She told Khione that the price would be that Khione had to serve Rue for a hundred years. Khione readily agreed; She would do anything that would save Mariot.

Rue
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">For the next hundred years, Khione readily served under Rue. The woman revealed herself to be a Mahjarrat, and told Khione that she must have had Mahjarrat blood to possess the skills in magic that Khione had. Khione explained her mother was an elf, and Rue just said that it must have been her father, then. Khione asked about Mariot daily at first, then weekly, and then once a month. In the final year, Khione asked Rue what had become of her little sister. Rue told her that she would find out once her payment was over, and that the girl was alive. Khione fought out the rest of her time serving under Rue, awaiting the day she could finally see Mariot's smiling face again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             When the final day came, Rue lead Khione into a dimly lit room, where she lead her to a small bed in the back. There lay Mariot, pale and barely breathing. Khione, now enraged, demanded to know what had happened. Rue just smiled, explaining that, well, at least the girl was alive. Khione struck out at her, a flame igniting in her hand. Rue immediately teleported away, but not before laughing and making a comment on how naïve those in the world are.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Khione knelt beside her barely alive sister. She spoke quietly, singing softly to her, telling her stories that she'd always enjoyed as a child. Mariot rarely responded; Only a soft groan or a pained laugh would pierce her silence. Finally, Khione asked what had become of their mother and brother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             A pained "they ran" was all that the girl could get out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             Khione knew nothing more could be done. She sang softly to her as she stood, looking around for the vials of poisons that Rue had always had back in the room. When she finally found a fast-working and painless one, she returned to her sisters side, calming her with a soft lullaby from their childhood as she injected it. She squeezed Mariot's hand as her last breath left her, staying there for a long moment.

Travel over the next... Many years.
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Over the next five hundred or so years, Khione traveled. She had searched for her mentor, Rexotic, but to no avail. She heard somewhere that he'd gone MIA in a shipwreck. She made her way to the Fremennik land, under the name of Angel-Elizaveta, and learned their customs over time. She spent about 10 years there, leaving as people began to become skeptical of her means of looking so young throughout the years.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             She made her way slowly toward Lumbridge for the next few years, going under the name Esmieralda. Her travels brought her upon many people, including a small girl by the name of Sarafine. The girl must have been no older than thirteen, wandering alone. Khione offered to take her in as her apprentice, the girl agreeing almost immediately. She noticed from the first week that the girl was skilled with a bow, and focused on that skill. When a few years passed, Sarafine eventually took her leave, bidding 'Esmieralda' a good-bye, and Khione found herself wandering once more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             When she finally reached Al Kharid, she had gained herself quite the reputation. She changed her name once more, now to Flor-Belle. She spent a few years there, trying to stay out of the public eye as much as she could. She began to turn to thievery, stealing what was necessary for her survival, often fleeing to the desert and staying there for long periods of time living off the cacti and wild animals. Her livelihood was based off of who she could find and when, and she began to regain her trust issues from when she had been enslaved by Rue. She spent many a night on the rooftops of the city, and weeks at a time on barely a few loaves of bread.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">             It was here she met Marijike, the youngest daughter of a family that lived just outside of Falador.

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Appearance
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none">Khione is<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""> slightly tanned, standing at a full height of 5'6 and weighing in at 155lbs.She has deep red hair, flowing down in a gentle triangle to the small of her back that is either pinned up or left untouched. Her eyes are a shining sapphire blue, and sometimes a bit more like violet if one was to look closely. She has multiple scars, the more noticible ones being <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">a long scar from just below her earlobe to half way down her neck and two on each of her legs, 3/4 the way down her calves.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Usually, she would be wearing wearing a red and silver top and purplish-silverpants, giving her a more piratey-Lady look. She also, on occasion, wears a silver, black, and yellow dress, the top connected to the skirt by a thin layer of nearly-translucent silver netting.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She always wears a lapis lazuli pendant, a commorb installed in the back for easy communication. She also wears multiple rings, including a ruby ring with a raven carved into either side of the gem in the gold, two diamond rings, a dragonstone ring, an onyx ring, and a simple gold ring with her basic name, Khione Trian, engraved on the inside of it. A small ring with a jade is also hooked onto her pendant, the name 'Marion Trian' engraved inside.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Khione's weapons are also quite diverse; She has four crossbows; An adamant one, a mithril one, a mithril one with gold and a few jewels placed in it, and a basic bronze one. She also has a mithril dagger, dyed red, along with a sword to match her fancy crossbow as well as an iron sword, hidden knives strapped in the back of her boots, and gloves in which claws are hidden. She usually only carries the dagger, and the two fancier weapons, along with her hidden knives and claws.

Personality
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Khione is a very diverse person, changing her moods depending on who she's with and where she is. Around her family, the Noctes, she usually shows her authority in a way where she knows those around her will listen, but not be intimidated. When in a public setting, Khione tends to stay quiet and avoid much talking when around many people, usually shying away from overpopulated areas. She is kind, loving, and loyal to an extent, unless she is crossed or angered.