NIHIL - DEMIROMANTIC / DEMISEXUAL - SINGLE
NOT OPEN FOR BREEDINGS, BUT, WELL, YOU CAN TRY
NOT OPEN FOR BREEDINGS, BUT, WELL, YOU CAN TRY
nihil, the seer
“I am Nihil. I am no one. I am nothing.”
He is an evil and merciless figure. Troublesome and fearsome, having his own mind and living in his own wicked world, where the strongest survive and the weak are hunted down. You should not think that he cares for nothing and nobody, because this is not true. Actually, Nihil can still be a very loyal Viscet, but of course only to those he has devoted himself to. Indeed, he would do almost anything for someone that he has chosen to serve. Still, he is no mere servant of someone, but a proud figure with a strong voice that could move mountains, if he wanted to. Whatever he says, you will be drawn to it, if you want to or not. He sees the world different than you do, so he sees you different to. He himself is no one to judge others, for this he will listen to what higher powers whisper into his ears. He appears strange to others, someone you risk a second glance at, because you cannot keep yourself from staring. His whole appearance makes you wonder what kind of character he is. Whoever has the pleasure to see him without his blindfold will soon wish, they never did, because what his eyes reveal, is truly horrifying. Nihil can often be seen talking and whispering to himself, snarling at the air, growling and hissing. Most of his relationships with other beings are pure business, most of the time they want something from him. He is not the social type, he rarely ever will seek another Viscet out or even start a conversation.
Many of those who do not know him claim, that he is sick. Suffering from schizophrenia or any other mental illness. What other explanation could there be, they would say, for him to claim to see and hear what we don't? But what they don't know, he is not ill. Has never been. Oh, there was a voice inside his head, a part of himself trying to break free.
Before he became Nihil, he used to be different. Very different. Although he always appeared a little strange - especially as a Viscling, because he used to see things others couldn't see and he heard things, others wouldn't hear - he was very well liked. Appearance can deceive, as the saying goes, and he used to be the perfect example. He used to be a priest called Nigel, he was a person that you could put all your trust into, someone you could tell all your darkest secrets. He would always lend you a shoulder to cry on, if you needed one. Although his appearance would make especially strangers doubt it, he was a kind and friendly Viscet with a heart of gold, arms always open for those in need. When he would preach, he would preach with all his heart. His voice and his words were able to move mountains and stop wars. He loved children and would host community festivities during holidays. He was loyal to his community and loyal to his god.
But then a voice inside his head, that claimed to be god, but was actually just another part of his soul, that had somehow been split into a good and an evil half, demanded him to kill. And he obeyed. And changed. Suddenly he felt that everyone was after him and that everyone, except for him, was someone bad, wanting to punish him for any sins he committed. He was suspicious of everyone, letting nobody get near him, the voice in his head only strengthening his believes. And then the good part of his soul vanished for good and the voice, the bad half, took over the body.
Nihil is free, but he carries a heavy burden. Now with the good half of his soul gone, he has turned away from his god, smiling at the sight of his new master before him – darkness.
He is an evil and merciless figure. Troublesome and fearsome, having his own mind and living in his own wicked world, where the strongest survive and the weak are hunted down. You should not think that he cares for nothing and nobody, because this is not true. Actually, Nihil can still be a very loyal Viscet, but of course only to those he has devoted himself to. Indeed, he would do almost anything for someone that he has chosen to serve. Still, he is no mere servant of someone, but a proud figure with a strong voice that could move mountains, if he wanted to. Whatever he says, you will be drawn to it, if you want to or not. He sees the world different than you do, so he sees you different to. He himself is no one to judge others, for this he will listen to what higher powers whisper into his ears. He appears strange to others, someone you risk a second glance at, because you cannot keep yourself from staring. His whole appearance makes you wonder what kind of character he is. Whoever has the pleasure to see him without his blindfold will soon wish, they never did, because what his eyes reveal, is truly horrifying. Nihil can often be seen talking and whispering to himself, snarling at the air, growling and hissing. Most of his relationships with other beings are pure business, most of the time they want something from him. He is not the social type, he rarely ever will seek another Viscet out or even start a conversation.
Many of those who do not know him claim, that he is sick. Suffering from schizophrenia or any other mental illness. What other explanation could there be, they would say, for him to claim to see and hear what we don't? But what they don't know, he is not ill. Has never been. Oh, there was a voice inside his head, a part of himself trying to break free.
Before he became Nihil, he used to be different. Very different. Although he always appeared a little strange - especially as a Viscling, because he used to see things others couldn't see and he heard things, others wouldn't hear - he was very well liked. Appearance can deceive, as the saying goes, and he used to be the perfect example. He used to be a priest called Nigel, he was a person that you could put all your trust into, someone you could tell all your darkest secrets. He would always lend you a shoulder to cry on, if you needed one. Although his appearance would make especially strangers doubt it, he was a kind and friendly Viscet with a heart of gold, arms always open for those in need. When he would preach, he would preach with all his heart. His voice and his words were able to move mountains and stop wars. He loved children and would host community festivities during holidays. He was loyal to his community and loyal to his god.
But then a voice inside his head, that claimed to be god, but was actually just another part of his soul, that had somehow been split into a good and an evil half, demanded him to kill. And he obeyed. And changed. Suddenly he felt that everyone was after him and that everyone, except for him, was someone bad, wanting to punish him for any sins he committed. He was suspicious of everyone, letting nobody get near him, the voice in his head only strengthening his believes. And then the good part of his soul vanished for good and the voice, the bad half, took over the body.
Nihil is free, but he carries a heavy burden. Now with the good half of his soul gone, he has turned away from his god, smiling at the sight of his new master before him – darkness.
Additional Information
When becoming an adult, God, the voice that Nigel heard inside his head, was offering him the powers of an Archangel and a sword, with which he was sent to kill demons. Being loyal to his Lord and being sure, that he was saving the world and God's people, he obeyed and killed, but innocent creatures he slayed, no demon amongst them.
After he had realised, that he had been betrayed and he did no good, but evil, he ran away from the place he once called home. He soon found himself in a bigger city where he could at least roam more or less unknown, with a blindfold covering his eyes, so he could suppress the urge to kill. He had started to call himself Nihil, because it was the word for what he wanted to become: nothing. He begged and stole to survive, but soon he discovered that he had the ability to open a gate to another world and to be able to see and speak to spirits and other beings that were roaming other dimensions. He started selling this power and whatever information he gained in return for money or valuable goods. Soon, he became known, but the voice inside his head was still pestering him and he wished for nothing more than to get rid of it.
And someone seemed to hear him. One night she approached him. A being just like him, a no one, calling herself Nobody, but she was also known as the Devourer, as voices had whispered into Nihil's ear. She offered him to get rid of the voice and his sins, when in return she could keep whatever she detached from him. And Nihil, of course, agreed without a second thought, too tempting was the imagination of being free from the voice inside his head and the evil things he saw and did. And free he would become, but not like he imagined. Nobody did take one half of his soul, but it was the wrong one. Instead of removing the bad one, the evil one, the voice that has been whispering into his mind for years, she removed him, the good half, the one that had lived a life until know. Did she know, what she had done? Perhaps, but one thing for certain: She did not care. She removed something and got what she wanted. For her the deal was done.
And Nihil was reborn. The voice was not a mere voice anymore, but a living and breathing creature, finally able to spread his wings, free from the tiresome good side that had still been preaching and pledging for the Lord's mercy after he taught it how to taste blood. After he showed it what he saw. No more.
He kept the last name his old self did chose – Nihil. And he still earns money by offering whatever information someone would want from the other side, sometimes he even catches spirits and demons in small, special, bottles and sells them. He also still wears his blindfold, because with his good half gone, his normal vision on the world disappeared too. And the truth of the horrible ghastly and distorted view that he sees is too hard too handle, even for someone like him.
After he had realised, that he had been betrayed and he did no good, but evil, he ran away from the place he once called home. He soon found himself in a bigger city where he could at least roam more or less unknown, with a blindfold covering his eyes, so he could suppress the urge to kill. He had started to call himself Nihil, because it was the word for what he wanted to become: nothing. He begged and stole to survive, but soon he discovered that he had the ability to open a gate to another world and to be able to see and speak to spirits and other beings that were roaming other dimensions. He started selling this power and whatever information he gained in return for money or valuable goods. Soon, he became known, but the voice inside his head was still pestering him and he wished for nothing more than to get rid of it.
And someone seemed to hear him. One night she approached him. A being just like him, a no one, calling herself Nobody, but she was also known as the Devourer, as voices had whispered into Nihil's ear. She offered him to get rid of the voice and his sins, when in return she could keep whatever she detached from him. And Nihil, of course, agreed without a second thought, too tempting was the imagination of being free from the voice inside his head and the evil things he saw and did. And free he would become, but not like he imagined. Nobody did take one half of his soul, but it was the wrong one. Instead of removing the bad one, the evil one, the voice that has been whispering into his mind for years, she removed him, the good half, the one that had lived a life until know. Did she know, what she had done? Perhaps, but one thing for certain: She did not care. She removed something and got what she wanted. For her the deal was done.
And Nihil was reborn. The voice was not a mere voice anymore, but a living and breathing creature, finally able to spread his wings, free from the tiresome good side that had still been preaching and pledging for the Lord's mercy after he taught it how to taste blood. After he showed it what he saw. No more.
He kept the last name his old self did chose – Nihil. And he still earns money by offering whatever information someone would want from the other side, sometimes he even catches spirits and demons in small, special, bottles and sells them. He also still wears his blindfold, because with his good half gone, his normal vision on the world disappeared too. And the truth of the horrible ghastly and distorted view that he sees is too hard too handle, even for someone like him.
Story
Many years ago, a Viscet was living in a small house next to a church. This church was close to a village and has been built close to a beautiful forest and a large river. The Viscet, a priest by profession, was living alone, no family, spending his free time in his garden behind his house or near the river, fishing.
One day he was fishing again, when something in the river caught his eye. It was no fish, certainly, but also no ordinary rock. Soon, he realised: It was an egg! Without a second thought, he jumped into the river and saved the egg. He was certain that his god had finally answered his prayers, sending him the family, he had always asked for.
It took only a few days for the strange coloured egg to hatch – and what hatched from it, was a Viscling, but certainly not an ordinary one. It had spikes on his head, one on each side, that would soon grow to be enormous horns, looking like burning coal. His mane was shaggy from the beginning, having the bright colours of hell's fires. And all the skull and bone markings, in his face and on his feet and hip, made some of the village people believe, that not god sent down this creature into the hands of their priest, but the devil did.
The priest, although, did not care. He raiSsed the Viscling as if he was his own son, giving him the name Nigel, showering him with all the love he had. As soon as Nigel grew old enough, he taught him the messages of god and soon happily realised, that the little one showed not even slight interest in the devil, but always stayed faithful to their Lord and even prayed with him every afternoon.
Not only his looks made Nigel extraordinary. He also was a Viscling with great imagination, or at least so it seemed. He did not have many friends his age, so he created them. He would tell his father about whom he played with and whom he spoke to. More than often, he described Viscets, or even different creatures, that certainly did not exist. The priest, although, laughed it off. He is just a little kid, he used to say, he is just very imaginative.
When Nigel grew, the creatures he saw did not disappear, the Viscet just hid them from his father, and from everyone else, because he was scared to be declared crazy. The only voice that he told his father about, was the voice of god. He started hearing it shortly after he came of age and of course he was certain, that god truly spoke to him. Was he not serving him?
In the village, he soon became known as “the Lord's voice”. After his father died of age, he took over his place, from now on leading the church, holding sermons and serving the village as their new priest. He was very well loved, by young and old, not only because of his reputation to be able to speak to god, but because he proved to be a sweet and gentle person.
One night, god spoke to him again. And he gave him a mission, a higher purpose to be. God told him, that he wanted him to be his warrior. He told him, that he wanted him to take on the name of an archangel, as well as find his sword and use it against evil. He told him, that he would give him the power to spot evil, even those who disguised themselves as peasants. “Look out for the red fire, my son.” He told him. And Nigel obeyed.
He went on a journey to find the sword and changed his name to the one of the angel: Nathanael. And soon, he saw what God had told him. He saw the red fire. And he killed.
During the day, he still was Nigel. Talking about the Lord's wisdom and kindness, quoting whatever words God spoke to him. As soon as the sun would set, he was Nathanael. Roaming the streets, searching for the red fire, killing the demons that Tyramet had sent to earth. At least that's what he thought he was doing.
But one night, his eyes were opened. He had been following a target for a while, a young Viscling, but that was no matter for him, because he knew: it was a demon in disguise! And when he was about to strike, they attacked. All of them had the red fire in their eyes, the demons were after him, wanting to take revenge! He flew, being able to reach safe home, before they could catch him. He heard voices, in the village, talking about an evil murderer, slaughtering innocents. Were they talking about him? That could not be!
He entered the church to seek out his Lord's help and caught a glance of himself in a mirror. And what he saw, was the most terrible thing: The red fire in his own eyes! Which made him realise: The people in the village were talking about him, he was the evil one all along! This could only mean, that his Lord had betrayed him. Or worse: His Lord, the greatest, had been overthrown! And now it was an evil force, whispering commands in his ears. He heard the laughter, in his ears, in his head, which proved him right. He looked at his own reflection again, the fire red eyes, and knew what he had to do.
He sought out a pharmacist and bought some poison, then he returned to the church, where he kneeled down before the altar and blinded himself. He heard the demon cursing in his head, before he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he saw nothing. He had defeated evil! He thought. By blinding himself, he had taken the power evil had given him and he would have to kill no more! No more! But the voice inside his head was still there. Laughing. Telling him: “Did you really think, you could win against me?” And Nigel turned his head, looking straight into the mirror, still seeing himself and the red flames in his eyes. Evil had punished him, by returning his eyesight, to torture him even more.
He tried to ignore the voice inside him, which tried to command him to leave the church and kill again. He flew from the church, threw the sword in the river and ran into the forest. He hid inside a cave for days, until he was almost starving. He left the cave to hunt, but the voice led him straight towards the cities and Nigel obeyed. Seeing the red fire everywhere, the voice in his head commanding him to kill! KILL!, he blinded himself once again, by binding a blindfold around his head.
Since this day, he has not dared to leave the cities once. He lives on the streets, hiding in dark corners, begging and stealing, never taking off his blindfold, because he is too afraid that the demon inside of him might take over and make him kill again. He changed his name to Nihil, which is a Latin word meaning nothing, because that is, what he tries to be. He discovered the power of actually being able to talk to spirits and similar creatures, and uses this power to gain information for other Viscets in return for money or goods. But contacting him is difficult, he does not help out everyone who tries to contact him, because he is is very suspicious of his environment. He feels followed, can still hear the voice whispering to him, but he tries to resist as long as he can.
No More. No More. I am free.
One day he was fishing again, when something in the river caught his eye. It was no fish, certainly, but also no ordinary rock. Soon, he realised: It was an egg! Without a second thought, he jumped into the river and saved the egg. He was certain that his god had finally answered his prayers, sending him the family, he had always asked for.
It took only a few days for the strange coloured egg to hatch – and what hatched from it, was a Viscling, but certainly not an ordinary one. It had spikes on his head, one on each side, that would soon grow to be enormous horns, looking like burning coal. His mane was shaggy from the beginning, having the bright colours of hell's fires. And all the skull and bone markings, in his face and on his feet and hip, made some of the village people believe, that not god sent down this creature into the hands of their priest, but the devil did.
The priest, although, did not care. He raiSsed the Viscling as if he was his own son, giving him the name Nigel, showering him with all the love he had. As soon as Nigel grew old enough, he taught him the messages of god and soon happily realised, that the little one showed not even slight interest in the devil, but always stayed faithful to their Lord and even prayed with him every afternoon.
Not only his looks made Nigel extraordinary. He also was a Viscling with great imagination, or at least so it seemed. He did not have many friends his age, so he created them. He would tell his father about whom he played with and whom he spoke to. More than often, he described Viscets, or even different creatures, that certainly did not exist. The priest, although, laughed it off. He is just a little kid, he used to say, he is just very imaginative.
When Nigel grew, the creatures he saw did not disappear, the Viscet just hid them from his father, and from everyone else, because he was scared to be declared crazy. The only voice that he told his father about, was the voice of god. He started hearing it shortly after he came of age and of course he was certain, that god truly spoke to him. Was he not serving him?
In the village, he soon became known as “the Lord's voice”. After his father died of age, he took over his place, from now on leading the church, holding sermons and serving the village as their new priest. He was very well loved, by young and old, not only because of his reputation to be able to speak to god, but because he proved to be a sweet and gentle person.
One night, god spoke to him again. And he gave him a mission, a higher purpose to be. God told him, that he wanted him to be his warrior. He told him, that he wanted him to take on the name of an archangel, as well as find his sword and use it against evil. He told him, that he would give him the power to spot evil, even those who disguised themselves as peasants. “Look out for the red fire, my son.” He told him. And Nigel obeyed.
He went on a journey to find the sword and changed his name to the one of the angel: Nathanael. And soon, he saw what God had told him. He saw the red fire. And he killed.
During the day, he still was Nigel. Talking about the Lord's wisdom and kindness, quoting whatever words God spoke to him. As soon as the sun would set, he was Nathanael. Roaming the streets, searching for the red fire, killing the demons that Tyramet had sent to earth. At least that's what he thought he was doing.
But one night, his eyes were opened. He had been following a target for a while, a young Viscling, but that was no matter for him, because he knew: it was a demon in disguise! And when he was about to strike, they attacked. All of them had the red fire in their eyes, the demons were after him, wanting to take revenge! He flew, being able to reach safe home, before they could catch him. He heard voices, in the village, talking about an evil murderer, slaughtering innocents. Were they talking about him? That could not be!
He entered the church to seek out his Lord's help and caught a glance of himself in a mirror. And what he saw, was the most terrible thing: The red fire in his own eyes! Which made him realise: The people in the village were talking about him, he was the evil one all along! This could only mean, that his Lord had betrayed him. Or worse: His Lord, the greatest, had been overthrown! And now it was an evil force, whispering commands in his ears. He heard the laughter, in his ears, in his head, which proved him right. He looked at his own reflection again, the fire red eyes, and knew what he had to do.
He sought out a pharmacist and bought some poison, then he returned to the church, where he kneeled down before the altar and blinded himself. He heard the demon cursing in his head, before he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he saw nothing. He had defeated evil! He thought. By blinding himself, he had taken the power evil had given him and he would have to kill no more! No more! But the voice inside his head was still there. Laughing. Telling him: “Did you really think, you could win against me?” And Nigel turned his head, looking straight into the mirror, still seeing himself and the red flames in his eyes. Evil had punished him, by returning his eyesight, to torture him even more.
He tried to ignore the voice inside him, which tried to command him to leave the church and kill again. He flew from the church, threw the sword in the river and ran into the forest. He hid inside a cave for days, until he was almost starving. He left the cave to hunt, but the voice led him straight towards the cities and Nigel obeyed. Seeing the red fire everywhere, the voice in his head commanding him to kill! KILL!, he blinded himself once again, by binding a blindfold around his head.
Since this day, he has not dared to leave the cities once. He lives on the streets, hiding in dark corners, begging and stealing, never taking off his blindfold, because he is too afraid that the demon inside of him might take over and make him kill again. He changed his name to Nihil, which is a Latin word meaning nothing, because that is, what he tries to be. He discovered the power of actually being able to talk to spirits and similar creatures, and uses this power to gain information for other Viscets in return for money or goods. But contacting him is difficult, he does not help out everyone who tries to contact him, because he is is very suspicious of his environment. He feels followed, can still hear the voice whispering to him, but he tries to resist as long as he can.
No More. No More. I am free.