World Information: ...last night, pre-flight, Zero hour, nine a.m...oh wait, that's Rocket Man. Nyte lives on actual Earth, present day, within this reality. There are no supernatural goings on as far as Nyte knows, although her favorite band SeizureWolf is comprised of a trio of "Werewolves" whose superfans insist are"...totally Weres bro, like IRL for serious."
History: Amelia March Thompson was born in Cambridge, just after midnight on March 6, 1997. As her siblings continued to be born during the daytime, she was quickly awarded the nickname of “Nyte.”
Between the ages of 1 and 12 she spent half of every year living in Cambridge where her father was a professor, and the other half of the year in Cyprus, which her parents used as a midpoint for their research in Egypt and Greece. During this time her Maternal grandfather, Zerro acted as a tutor to Nyte and her siblings. Through him she earned a more than sufficient education in math, science, literature, history, and foreign language principles.
At age seven, Zerro asked her--as he had with both of her elder brothers, and would do with the ones who came after her-- what secondary language she wanted to learn. To his surprise, she responded that she wanted to learn both French and Italian. After some hesitation and Nyte’s continual insistence that she would commit to both, he acquiesced. Within the next five years, she did indeed manage to become fluent in both of her selected languages, as well as learning a fair amount of conversational Greek and German.
The Cyprus Years--as they would later become called by the family--were tough on Nyte and her siblings. The severe shortage of water in the area, combined with the hostile attitudes of the Turkish countrymen made it a less than desirable place to raise English children, so when Nyte was twelve, her grandfather made the decision to try and make things more comfortable for his beloved grandchildren. He convinced her parents that he was growing too old and tired to educate the children at the appropriate level, and suggested that they be sent to boarding school. Her parents agreed, and arrangements were made for the children to attend schools appropriate to their education. Nyte’s older brothers ended up in Scotland, her younger sister and second youngest brother in Germany, and her youngest in Cambridge with their Grandfather for another few years. Nyte however, chose Marseille, France.
Prior to her time there, she had always held such romantic notions of life in France. She thought often of bike rides through fragrant fields, fresh coffee on cafe patios, and warm crepes, shared with friends. Her actual experience there was much less pleasant. Her grasp of the language did nothing but allow her to more fully understand the hate behind the horrid things said to her by her classmates. Her roommate was cruel, her teachers were willfully ignorant, and her parents just kept insisting she try harder to fit in.
By age 14, she had grown so miserable that she was regularly running away to Paris on the weekends, to drink and party with people twice her age. Her grades began to slip, and her parents confronted her with the idea that maybe she just wasn’t cut out for such an intense educational environment. Not one to be told she cannot accomplish something, Nyte stood firm. She stayed on another two years, and managed in fact to graduate early, the summer after she turned sixteen.
With her degree in hand, and no strong friendships to keep her there, Nyte decided to visit America. She had seen the hometowns of every of her mother’s family, but had not once set foot in the birthplace of her father. She booked a flight to Tennessee, and readied herself to fly. This flight is the last memory she has. “So there I was, drunk, on a plane, reeking of cat’s piss, clutching a rosary, and about to die.”
Re: Nyte Thompson --OC--No Reserve--3 of ?
History: Amelia March Thompson was born in Cambridge, just after midnight on March 6, 1997. As her siblings continued to be born during the daytime, she was quickly awarded the nickname of “Nyte.”
Between the ages of 1 and 12 she spent half of every year living in Cambridge where her father was a professor, and the other half of the year in Cyprus, which her parents used as a midpoint for their research in Egypt and Greece. During this time her Maternal grandfather, Zerro acted as a tutor to Nyte and her siblings. Through him she earned a more than sufficient education in math, science, literature, history, and foreign language principles.
At age seven, Zerro asked her--as he had with both of her elder brothers, and would do with the ones who came after her-- what secondary language she wanted to learn. To his surprise, she responded that she wanted to learn both French and Italian. After some hesitation and Nyte’s continual insistence that she would commit to both, he acquiesced. Within the next five years, she did indeed manage to become fluent in both of her selected languages, as well as learning a fair amount of conversational Greek and German.
The Cyprus Years--as they would later become called by the family--were tough on Nyte and her siblings. The severe shortage of water in the area, combined with the hostile attitudes of the Turkish countrymen made it a less than desirable place to raise English children, so when Nyte was twelve, her grandfather made the decision to try and make things more comfortable for his beloved grandchildren. He convinced her parents that he was growing too old and tired to educate the children at the appropriate level, and suggested that they be sent to boarding school. Her parents agreed, and arrangements were made for the children to attend schools appropriate to their education. Nyte’s older brothers ended up in Scotland, her younger sister and second youngest brother in Germany, and her youngest in Cambridge with their Grandfather for another few years. Nyte however, chose Marseille, France.
Prior to her time there, she had always held such romantic notions of life in France. She thought often of bike rides through fragrant fields, fresh coffee on cafe patios, and warm crepes, shared with friends. Her actual experience there was much less pleasant. Her grasp of the language did nothing but allow her to more fully understand the hate behind the horrid things said to her by her classmates. Her roommate was cruel, her teachers were willfully ignorant, and her parents just kept insisting she try harder to fit in.
By age 14, she had grown so miserable that she was regularly running away to Paris on the weekends, to drink and party with people twice her age. Her grades began to slip, and her parents confronted her with the idea that maybe she just wasn’t cut out for such an intense educational environment. Not one to be told she cannot accomplish something, Nyte stood firm. She stayed on another two years, and managed in fact to graduate early, the summer after she turned sixteen.
With her degree in hand, and no strong friendships to keep her there, Nyte decided to visit America. She had seen the hometowns of every of her mother’s family, but had not once set foot in the birthplace of her father. She booked a flight to Tennessee, and readied herself to fly. This flight is the last memory she has. “So there I was, drunk, on a plane, reeking of cat’s piss, clutching a rosary, and about to die.”