Born in the smoldering aftermath of war, Nyx has no memory of his parents, only the sound of fire and steel echoing through his dreams. As a child, he was found in the ruins of a fallen temple alone, yet untouched, his wings folded and glowing faintly with unnatural light. Scholars called him a divine accident. Warriors called him a future threat. He was raised by a rogue faction of exiled warlords and trained to fight not out of duty but for thrill, chaos, and survival.

His unmatched agility and sharp intellect make him a prodigy on the battlefield. Yet, it was the use of his mysterious wings during a deadly ambush that truly cemented his infamy. He flew fast, silent, unstoppable. Nyxion's wings defy the laws of nature. They're not bound to light or darkness, but flicker with energy from both realms. They allow him to glide, dive, and strike from above with surgical precision, often marking the beginning of battle with nothing but a single, deliberate motion.

Though he leans toward chaos, Nyx is not evil. He respects strength, despises cowardice, and revels in the unpredictability of war.

No matter what he learns or experiences, he can't help but feel like he is missing something from his past.