Nox | Paranoid Bloodsucker

Name: Noctis Bouchard (Afraid of hearing his own name, refuses to be called that)

Nickname: Nox

Species: Hemophiliac Mutant (Vampire. Previously human.)

Faction: Canadian Rebel (Despises the FIQ - the Front Indépendantiste Québécois - and will resist and fight against them.)

Hair: Shaggy, black hair with bangs that typically hide his eyes.

Eyes: Red, often bloodshot.

Body: 5’7”, average height. Light blue skin, extremely sensitive to sunlight. Sharp fangs in his mouth, used to suck the blood from animals and humans alike. Average build, but slightly chubby due to lacking much physical exercise. His skin is extremely sensitive to sunlight, making the almost constantly overcast Winnipeg the ideal environment for him. If he is touched by sunlight, his skin will quickly and agonizingly burn - prolonged exposure could lead to his death.

Age: Twenty-six

Attire: Dresses in a baggy hoodie, with the hood almost always pulled up over his head, shadowing his face. Wears fingerless gloves, cargo pants and boots.

Abilities: Night vision, able to see clearly even in pitch black. Needs very little nourishment, subsides mainly off of blood. Able to fill his stomach beyond normal limits, resulting in his belly resembling a pale, blue beach ball at his maximum capacity.

Eating habits: Nox scarcely eats any normal foods, instead relying on blood to satiate his new, altered hunger. Due to the scarcity of blood sources in his residence of Winnipeg, Nox drinks as much as he possibly can when he finds a new target. The result of this is often his stomach rounding out like a balloon as it’s filled to capacity with delicious blood.

Background: Life in the wasteland isn’t easy for anyone, especially in an area as populated as Toronto. Luckily, Toronto’s population allowed it to hold out against the forces of Quebec nationalists, Front Indépendantiste Québécois, as they try to reclaim Canada as their own. Though the rebels live all throughout Canada, Toronto remains their most valuable position, housing their most trusted soldiers. One such soldier was Sergeant Miriam Bouchard. She did her best to protect and raise her son Noctis without aide of a proper father.

Nox was raised no to trust no one from outside the rebels’ own circle. Even the folk inhabiting the Toronto ruins, whom they swore to protect. As he grew up as a soldier, even the cold, serious situation they found themselves in didn’t stop the bond between Nox and his mother from flourishing. The one sense of unconditional affection and doting care in the whole wasteland, even if it came to the detriment of Nox’s training. Miriam just couldn’t handle the thought of losing her son, as she had her husband.

The wasteland spares no one in the end, however, as around the time Nox turned twenty, he was tragically caught in the blast of a dirty bomb from the FIQ. Nox managed to survive, but the miasma of radiation made sure he didn’t make it out unchanged. As he struggled to find safe passage back to headquarters, he noticed his body and his mind changing. Blood was enticing to him, he felt thirsty beyond belief. The ache in his fingertips and his jaw signaled the growth of claws and fangs. His skin turned pale, eyes turned red. He was no longer human, he was a mutant. The fear of being ostracized for becoming a monster was enough to make him abandon the only safety he had ever known.

Nox raced west in hopes nobody would see what he had become; he believed it would be easier for his mother to accept his death rather than his transformation. Deep down, he knows that’s a lie to make his choice easier, but he can’t confront that thought when survival is so pressing. Now living in the scarcely populated Winnipeg - above which lies a seemingly permanent cloud of nuclear winter - Nox still strives to serve the revolution however he can. That means Quebec Nationalists are his primary meal targets.

Personality: Paranoid, gloomy, twitchy, polite, easily frightened. Tries hard to be monstrous, bestial, and scary although his facade instantly falls apart if pushed back against. Despite his attempts to appear like the terrifying beast he thinks he is, Nox is often very considerate when he is capable. Feels most comfortable in the dark. Pathetic, easily bullied, submissive. Underestimates his own capabilities, believes he is helpless in most situations despite being able to easily handle several men in a fight. Persecution complex, believes everyone is against him in some way. Feels safe around calm, caring people.

Quirks: Occasionally uses French words, such as ‘merci’ instead of ‘thanks,’ or ‘bonjour’ instead of ‘hello.’ Twitchy, often jerks his head or his hand slightly without even really realizing it. Hisses frequently as an instinctive tactic to scare things away from him. Extremely photophobic, will fly into a panic and try to hide from any possible source of sunlight during the day. Habitually drinks as much as he can from any given source, especially blood; though this will often result in the death of who he is drinking from. Even drinking water or soda, his instincts tell him to guzzle down as much as he can, often resulting in his tummy getting bloated and full.

Goal: Be accepted by someone. Survive. Drink what he needs to. Fight the FIQ however he can, in his own limited way.

Relationships -

Miriam Bouchard: His mother, his mentor and his superior officer. He served the revolution with her proudly, but is too scared of being seen as the mutant he had become. He misses her dearly, but doesn’t want her to see what he transformed into.