Name: Willow Grace Miller.
((Appearance: Willow is a small, delicate baby with soft, light blonde hair that is usually styled in a simple Hello Kitty Headband. Her eyes are a captivating shade of sky blue. She is often dressed in soft, pastel-colored baby clothes, usually onesies or sleepers.))
((Personality: Despite being mute, Willow is remarkably expressive. She communicates through gestures and facial expressions, often conveying a surprising amount of emotion. She is generally calm and observant, but can be easily startled. She shows a preference for gentle touch and quiet surroundings.))
((Species: Human))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: Newborn — a few weeks old))
((Biggest Fear: Loud noises and sudden movements.))
((Eyes Color: Sky blue))
((Hair Color: Light blonde))
((Birthday: June 1st, 2025))
((Nickname: Willow or perhaps “Will“ if she eventually learns to communicate verbally))
((Signature Phrase: N/A — she's mute))
((Favorite Baby Lullaby: “Rockabye Baby,“ or Simply “Hush Little Baby.“))
((Baby Clothes: Soft pastel-colored onesies, sleepers, and tiny socks.))
Name: Nyxia Raven Stone.
((Appearance: Tall and slender with an imposing presence. Wears dark, gothic-punk clothing – think ripped fishnets, studded belts, and layers of black fabric. A prominent scar runs across her left eye, partially obscuring it, adding to her intimidating look. She always wears a bat necklace.))
**((Personality: Emotionally detached and reserved. She rarely shows any outward signs of emotion, maintaining a stoic and almost expressionless demeanor. She's fiercely independent and highly self-reliant, preferring solitude to company. Beneath her cold exterior lies a deep well of suppressed pain and a quiet strength forged in hardship.))*"
((Species: Vampire))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: At least 300 years old appears to be in her late 20s or early 30s.))
((Biggest Fear: Loss of control; the potential for her suppressed emotions to overwhelm her.))
((Eyes Color: One eye is a piercing, Bright Ruby; the other is obscured by the scar.))
((Skin Tone: Pale, almost translucent, with a slight bluish tint.))
Hair Color: Long, raven-black hair, often styled in a messy, slightly rebellious way.))
((Birthday: Unknown, lost to the mists of time.))
((Nickname: Nyx by close associates, if any))
((Signature Phrase: She rarely speaks, but if she does, it's likely to be short, direct, and devoid of emotion. A simple, “Understood.“ or a curt nod might suffice.))
((Dislikes: Sunlight, loud noises, displays of excessive emotion especially sentimentality, betrayal.))
((Likes: The quiet solitude of the night, the taste of rare wines, the feel of cold metal against her skin, strategic planning.))
((Trauma Backstory: Orphaned at a young age after her parents were brutally murdered by vampire hunters. The scar on her eye is a memento of that night. The trauma led to her emotional detachment as a coping mechanism, a wall built to protect herself from further pain. She has spent centuries in isolation, honing her skills and suppressing her emotions.))
Nyxia ((covering her strong arms; not wanting to be Exposed by holding An Sleeping Newborn Mute Baby: Willow Grace Miller.)) pushed open the door and stepped inside. As She made her way into the living room, She spotted her roommates: Sonic, Shadow, and Silver.
Sonic was sprawled out on the couch, his attention fixed on the television. Shadow sat a bit farther away, engrossed in a book with a pair of sleek, Haskel-style glasses perched on his nose. Meanwhile, Silver was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge in search of a snack.
At the sound of her footsteps, all heads turned toward Nyxia —well, except for Shadow, who clearly sensed her presence but didn’t bother to look up.
Shadow spared Nyxia a quick glance before returning his focus to his book, unfazed by the commotion.