NOCTURNE

All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite
In the church-way paths to glide.
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream.

--William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

NOCTURNE, daughter of Bleys

Height: 5’7”
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair: Reddish Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Milk White
General Impression: Scholarly, Sorceress
Clothing: Tight turtlenecks and tight slacks, with a dress like jacket over top of it, low cut at the top and open from mid thigh down. Usually wearing some type of soft leather boots.
Heraldry: Silver Phoenix, holding a black open book with red lettering
Colors: Royal Purple, Silver, Black, Red

Nocturne was a child of Bleys, born in one of his shadows of interest once upon a time when things were peaceful. Once she reached an age where it was obvious that she was indeed his daughter and could be useful, she was sent to Bleys’ Avernus for training. Understanding of sorcery and weaponry would naturally follow.

Bleys taught her more about the family then anyone else could have. Everything has a price and deception is the name of the game. In doing all of this, he gained something that has no price, her loyalty and trust. In turn, she gained a bit of his trust and loyalty. In the long run she eventually made her way towards Chaos, there to perfect her skills in Sorcery and the Elements. When Brand appeared there, Bleys suggested that she cut her studying short and come back to him for more training. She did not know the full scope of things right away, but soon she pieced it together. She couldn’t tell for the longest time if this aggravated Bleys or if he was amazed that she figured it out. What probably was the larger shock was that it was obvious over time that her viewing of him in her mind was no longer that of a daughter, but of a colleague. The training she then was received was in how to control an army.

The black road and all that went with it, including its introduction into Amber, was always something that struck a chord with her. It was Brand’s work. It was also something that destroyed the beauty of Amber. Brand always had one thing in mind: power. Only he could never see the light. To him there was no larger picture. Nocturne learned that before she even knew there was something more, the interfaces of philosophy. Brand never did, unless he could use it to gain something, thus he never would. The black road was the turning point, after that Brand was not anything more then a foe to her.