My name is Martina and I am from Alberta, Canada. I am currently 20 years old, and in my third year of University. I am taking a combined degree of English Literature and East Asian Language Studies (majoring in Japanese, minoring in Mandarin Chinese). I cannot remember when I started roleplaying (I think around grade 8/2005), but I've been doing it for at least 5 years now, although I took a break from September-ish 2010 until February 2011. I love Asia, though I have a particular addiction with Korean and Japanese pop culture. My dream is to become an interpreter and translator in and out of English, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese and Korean, and travel all over the world in order to do that. I might add in some other languages too, because I'm very fascinated by language. Anyway, feel free to send me a PM or request a thread with me, I love interacting with anyone and everyone! =D

Murky. A dark, hot mess of dusk and fog. Noctis is the night sky laced with smoke and bits of mud, an interrupted sheet of black. What should be perfect, inky, unmarred is riddled with extra color, color that should be absent, absorbed. Noctis truly is a muddle of all the family. The raven’s black that lays the basis of his coat is inherited from his grandfathers, but it is nothing compared to their elegantly tailored clothing. Scraping off pieces of heritage from his father and his mother, pinpricks and dashes of mahogany and silver litter the beautiful black canvas. As if they were hidden after-thoughts, these extra colors are most noticeable around his muzzle, belly, legs and tail, and where his fur is not thick enough to hide them. In most cases, one would call him a black wolf, but his true color is incredibly hard to describe, usually grasping at a single word: ugly. There is nothing beautiful about this ragged heap of fur, making him nothing like his handsome family. To make an unfortunate situation worse, Noctis was born second to last, leaving him with an equally small and awkward body, gangly and thin on muscle. Lucian is small, and so Noctis has him to curse for this godforsaken feature. Whereas his father is an elegant, beautiful little ghost, Noctis is an ill-fated ghoul, covered in murky, oozing black. His eyes he also inherited from his father. Lucian’s milky pools of blue were strangely enticing in their soft allure, but the eyes on Noctis are harsher, a deeper aqua that forgives nothing on his coat. Their too-bright color stands out too much and curses his form even further. Really, Keres should have eaten him rather than Thanatos. He just won over his runt brother in size, and so Mara let him live. What an unfortunate mistake.

Foul. Already unfortunate in appearance, Noctis makes his situation needlessly worse. His love for blood is consistently spattered over his coat, mixing flecks of dried crimson in with the mess of black, brown and silver. While in most wolves this is an appalling feature, Noctis relishes it, savors it. He never willingly washes the blood off, but allows it to soak in past his fur, onto the depths of his skin. Like a million little scabs all over his body, the blood looks as if it has actually soaked into his body. Mixed with this is the foul smell that comes with old blood, though it is not always a horrendous smell to all wolves. Noctis constantly smells of blood, only differing in the freshness of the scent. It’s steadily become a part of his essence, and there is never a time when the smell is not on him in some form. His young teeth are yellowed from constant gnawing on bones and drinking blood, and leave Noctis with a most unfortunate smile. His lack of care for himself makes him an ugly, appalling creature, aging his appearance by years. His voice is a deep, scratchy shell of a song, which might have been pleasant to hear if he had not abused it beyond repair. It rasps out from between his teeth as if he has been breathing the smoke of a fire for his entire life. His laugh matches this horrible noise, a cackle that is hard to describe, something more like a cough than anything else. He slithers across the ground like a lowly snake, using his one advantage, his small size, to hide himself in the dirt and shadows until he wants to be seen. Noctis is quite a paradox within himself, inheriting the strong, lovely bone structure and build of his Vanadium descendants, but purposely ruining it with his nasty habits.

Unstable. Whatever appeal this creature might have had left in personality, was completely destroyed as soon as he tasted blood and pain. Inheriting the various gruesome traits that run rampant throughout his lineage, Noctis is both a sadist and a masochist, enjoying his own pain as well as the suffering of others. He entertains a strange fascination with blood, savoring the taste past what is considered normal. The texture and flavor of it give him a satisfaction that nothing else will, and the bright crimson color is something his eyes seek out. This is one reason why his coat is rarely cleaned of blood, for he enjoys the sight of red splattered over his form. Along with his murderous tendencies, Noctis has a very volatile temperament ranging from content to angry in the span of a few moments, and that anger can turn dangerous very quickly. He holds great resentment for almost every other wolf, viewing them all as lesser beings that can’t compare with his own greatness, and in this way Noctis is also holds some delusions of grandeur. He does have a strange awed respect for his mother Mara and his sister Keres, one that was indoctrinated into him from youth with the fear that his cannibal mother and sibling would eat him like they ate Thanatos. However, other than the fear he felt towards Mara and Keres, Noctis has rarely ever felt enough fear to stop himself from reacting any way that he wants to. This leads to a very reckless and careless behavior from the petite little monster.

Reckless. He will do what he wants, whenever he wants. Unlike his parents, Noctis often doesn’t use his head when he is making decisions. Things will be decided on the fly, and it is hard to predict how he might be feeling from one day to the next. This recklessness has placed Noctis into some very dangerous positions in which his lack of fear has almost had him killed. He’s always on the lookout for that next adrenaline rush, and will run headlong into anything just to see what it feels like. It leaves Noctis with restlessness issues, and an inability to stay in one place for long, (which is why he left his parents and followed Keres out into Torva). This, along with his unstable tendencies, leaves him as a difficult wolf to find a home for, let alone a pack. However, this volatility is also heightened due to his young, inexperienced age, and there is a slight possibility that he might be able to calm down as he grows up, but now it is just as difficult to predict where his future will place his personality. Only time will tell whether this beast can be calmed.

Father Lucian Vanadium
Mother Mara Melanthus
Brothers Amon & Thanatos Vanadium
Sister Keres Vanadium

Paternal Grandfather Pan Vanadium
Paternal Grandmother Rhy Dauster
Maternal Grandfather Ryuzaki
Maternal Grandmother Irenixa Melanthus
Uncles Hex & Mace Vanadium
Aunt Mai Vanadium
Cousins Dyanmer & Sirius Vanadium

Born to the unlikely pairing of Lucian Vanadium and Mara Melanthus, Noctis grew up in a twisted household full of fear and loathing. His mother turned his eldest sibling, his sister Keres, into a fellow cannibal by making her feed on their youngest sibling Thanatos. Luckily Noctis was allowed to survive, but the incident had a big impact on the small little monster, turning him into something half-crazed and fearless, yet fearful of the idea of being eaten. Hearing stories of how Mara ate their grandfather, Lucian's father, only made these perceptions of cannibalism worse. While Noctis grew up with a favored love of blood and pain, the idea of eating the entire insides and flesh of another creature are still somewhat ugly to him, even though he has an affliction with the drinking of blood. His recklessness did not earn much love from Mara, who favored her daughter Keres, and Lucian was distantly loving of all of them, so Noctis had grown from childhood mostly on his own. Still young, dangerous and impressionable, he left Mara just as quickly as Keres, trailing her into a new land, where he decided he could find himself some fun...

Year 3: August
- Belatedly trails his sister Keres to Torva.
- Meets Phantom in the Woodlands.

Year 3: September
- Encounters Vilyneous in the Death Gull, and is shocked, thinking it is Keres before realizing it's simply another female. He reacts, angry and defensive, before running away.

Year 3: October/November/December
- A gigantic hurricane hits the lands of Torva and throws them into torment. Noctis barely survives on his own, and in searching for... something, he runs into Sappho at the Whispering Vargo.