Nox Fumus

Nox Fumus is SsVivid's character who originated for a small group roleplay based on a Zarosian quartet with respect to the four ancient elements. Of ice, shadow, blood, and smoke, Nox filled the role as the last. She is assumed to be around the age of twenty three, and is the distant mostly-human descendant of a long-dead Smoke elemental. Through a freak accident, Nox herself seems to have been mostly restored to her ancestor's full power over the element.

Infancy
Nox was found as an infant out in the harsh conditions of the Kharidan Desert, thought to be only half a year old at the time. The man who found her was named Tariq, and worked as one of the barmen in the Bandit's Camp. He saved her life by taking her in and providing for her, letting her sleep in the meager conditions on the bar's second floor. He never pretended that he was her father, and left no mystery to her unclear past. He had no hesitation in explaining that her birth family probably fell victim to a raid by the very bandits she now lived in the same city with, and that she probably crawled away from the scene and fell asleep from the exhaustion. That was how he found her, after all - alone and unconscious.

Childhood
As a young girl, Nox had difficulty associating with others her age - or anyone at all, really, aside from Tariq. She seemed fairly antisocial, preferring to sit in corners and think or to investigate the dark secrets of the desert in solitude. Occasionally she did spend time with the other youths living in the camp, but when she wasn't trying to start an unwanted fight for the fun of grappling with and defeating her less-aggressive peers, they were mocking and teasing her for her unusual habits.

Often, the two results went together, and occasionally went too far. Over time, she developed a talent for using a spiked flail that she found in a pirate's chest along the River Elid. It had washed up in years past and since been buried in the sand. It was only by chance that Nox happened upon it, but it was a poor day for the brown-haired boy who felt its sting after shouting one too many taunts. It would be years before she could handle it with prowess, but at the age they were, the right idea was all she needed to cause him very real pain.

The Well
Nox was eleven, and she had gone out into the desert again to explore. It wasn't the first time she had stumbled across the well out on the middle of the dunes, but this time, a trio of other children had followed her there. There was something eerie about the well, foreboding even. Even for Nox, something innate warned her to stay away, and there's no doubt the other children felt the same. They preyed on this rare fear in Nox, cruel as children tend to be to each other. They dared her, challenged her bravery, to climb down into the dried-up well, falsely promising her rewards if she went through with the dare.

And she did. Nox began to lower herself into the well against her better judgment, careful as she could manage. It wasn't careful enough. Nox lost her grip on the walls and the rope she was climbing down and plummetted into the depths of the well. It was all too late that she realized the danger she was in, inhaling the first whiff of terrible, searing smoke. Really, there was no way she could have known that she had found the very "Smokey Well" of legend that the bandits said held a key for their imprisoned their hero, the champion of their god.

She landed on her back, hacking against the thick and blinding layers of smoke rolling around in the cavern she had entered. Panicking and in desperate pain, the poison of the smoke was already seeping into her veins. She took a final, agonizing breath. Then... something changed, something mysterious and rare. The pure elemental smoke that was engulfing her entire being found something in her that it understood. Her body began to absorb the toxin in ways similar to how The Adventurer absorbed the pure death magic of the Temple of Light, but on a level far deeper and far more permanent. The raw runic energy in the smoke bound itself to her very being. Perhaps it recognized itself in her long-forgotten Elemental heritage telling of her lone Smoke Elemental ancestor, and perhaps Zaros, the god of her people the Bandits, was smiling down on her that day. Whatever it was, it forever changed Nox, blessing and cursing her with the dangerous ancient power that was Smoke.

Adulthood
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The Calling
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