Born in Alliria, Nycto doesn't remember much of his past, or even what his name had been before the experiments. Only fragmented bits of pieces of it. The only vivid thing he remembers is the kidnapping when he was 15, and the horrific experiments conducted upon him by various mages, mostly Shadowmancers, but with a few other assorted people skilled in various magic. The experiments were gruesome and horrendous, leaving Nycto mentally scared, and in extreme physical pain. Often times, he completely lost his mind from the sheer force of the agony. This only furthered his trauma as he flew deeper into madness.

One day, the mages decided to try something new. This new experiment was the worst of what Nycto had experienced yet, and he had experienced a lot of agony. Nycto had nearly died from the sheer torture of the pain. He was raving mad, foaming from the mouth and screaming gibberish.

Then, it stopped. Nycto, at that point, was barely conscious of what was happening. He knew that something had happened, that something was different inside of him. He felt his restrains lift, and the mages sat him up. His head starting clearing, and his conscious started returning, but something was off. His thoughts were... disjointed, jumbled, confused. He felt constant agony and pain, the pain never once wavering. His senses were different, too. Everything was slightly darker, but his vision seemed clearer and could see minuet details further away, and he could hear the slightest noise from further away.

The Shadowmancer then tried to exert their will over Nycto, all while explaining to him what he was. They didn't give him a clear answer, somehow he could tell that they were lying. But he understood their meaning.

He was a freak.

A monster.

He could feel them trying to worm their way inside his head to exert control, but Nycto was too intelligent, too strong for even them. Nycto attacked, jumping them. Nycto felt stronger, faster, and knew what to do, as if he had been training his whole life.

Despite their efforts, the Shadowmancers laid dead. Nycto went to walk out of of the experimentation room. But before he did, he stopped in front of a mirror. He looked completely different. His hair was silvery white, his eye color was completely different, and his skin was not just pure black, but seemed to be completely made from pure darkness. His skin didn't even look physical, it looked as if he was truly made from the darkness.

He no longer recognized himself.

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