#nuit caeruleum
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Bored so.. genshin ocs
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Went in and fixed some stuff, here's Nuit Caeruleum again 😅 his current & younger version! I ended up going full on Jackalope after all
[see #Nuit Caeruleum for the rest of my shit on em']
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Random short ideas/hcs for Nuit and Haku because @aimicoos / @scara-meow-che is a hoe for em
Haku
His favorite kanji to write is 愛, his least favorite is 戰
He has a not to subtle interest for Ayaka, but he's convinced Tohma is ahead of him anyway.
Have you noticed how lonely he is yet
He's touch starved but thinks it's embarassing
He's a virgin and thinks it's embarassing
His original master died so he's overall very aware of death, and the idea of losing people he likes.
He has a habit of writing the names of people he likes into one scroll, so when that person passes he still has the memory.
His hair is originally an ashen white, but the ink stains on the tips make it look like his hair was dyed
This is moreso a trivia fact but the X ink mark on his cheek is a reference to the fact i for some reason see characters with an X ink mark on their cheek for new year illustrations... wich ties back to his connection with Yoimiya
Yoimiya is another person who's close to him, but he doesn't like vocalizing it since she tends to bw loud about things, and he's embarassed at the idea of the attention
Despite being forgotten easily he actually hates being center of attention
The haori he wears is the one his master used to wear
Scenarios cuz i want you to suffer ❤️
It's new year, everyone in Inazuma is scrambling for the new year festival. Yoimiya is setting up fireworks, Tohma is helping around, Ayaka wants to get ready to go out and enjoy the festival whitout the shackles of her position.. annnd Haku's getting forgotten again. He wants to help, but whenever someone asks him to go fetch something for them, by the time he's back they forgot they sent him and went and got it themselves or asked someone else. It keeps happening and by the time the festival starts he's done absolutely nothing, and he's standing in the street amongst the crowd, getting pushed around by excited people and happy couples, hugging his Haori and shivering with frustration and anger, because everyone's enjoying themselves and he can't. He promised Ayaka he'd go with her, but she forgot and went with Tohma. Yoimiya would have talked to him, but she's too entranced by the fireworks show. So he's left all alone on new year and he just wants to die and go back to being just a useless object. But you see him, and you go and talk to him. And at that moment he thinks you're the best thing that's ever happened to him
Nuit (current, subject to change)
He's actually quite a bad dancer
He has a habit of digging his nails into his palms, wich is why some of his gloves will have holes in the palm. Typically he fixes them though.
He learned swordfighting of his own accord, because he wanted to be able to protect Sofia. It is the only hobby that wasn't enforced on him besides art.
He has a phobia of dogs
Here, have more angst you ❤️✨
You're a simple vistor who's come to L'heure de minuit to get a dress for an event you've been invited to in Fontaine. The owner is polite, he welcomes you and calmly asks you what you're here for. After a few minutes of talking his eyes drift over behind you to a dress on display behind the window. You follow his gaze curiously and by the time you look back at him he's smiling softly at your curiosity, tilting his head curiously. "Do you want to try it?" Simply by eye, he knows your measurements, years of work giving him a second eye for such things. He knows it would fit you, it looks like it was made for you. "I never got to see her in it. I'd like to see at least someone wear it.. she'd have liked you, you know?" He has a sad smile, but it feels genuine, like he trusting you with his life. "The changing rooms are to the right if you'd like."
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And thus i present Nuit Caeruleum, a 22 year old fashion designer hailing from Lafontaine. His vision is Cryo and he's a 4 star Catalyst, height is lightly above average(taller than models like Xiao, but still shorter than models like Zhongli's) . Design is not final, i'll probably tweak it if i ever continue working on him. Especially since i have no idea what Lafontaine visions look like.
Edit:i am reworking him and will post his new illustration sometimes soon along with new info
Everyone is welcome to write/draw/build onto this character but please credit me in some way otherwise it's just stealing and being a dick ngl
And now, random trivia
He has horrible close-up vision but hates wearing glasses.
He has a prim and proper attitude during formal exchanges, but is known toget peculiarly less mature once he has alcohol. He only likes white wine- and often mistakes water for it whitout his glasses 😅
His fiancé died not so long ago, her wedding dress wich he had designed is now constantly on display. He stubornly refuses to sell it to anyone however, despite some ridiculously high offers, as it is considered one of the best pieces of clothing in Teyvat. The dress is named "La Dernière Heure" or "The last hour"
Nuit is very dense and oblivious to flirting, having become simply used to it as he's often described as attractive by the people he meets. Despite those compliments, he's quite self-critical because of how much of a perfectionist he is. His only work wich he has no complaints about is his fiance's dress, wich he considers to be his perfect piece. He's not shy about vocalizing his annoyance, resulting in a lot of bad first impressions to people.
He considers the Traveler to be amongst the most flawless things he has seen. Wich is why he's interested in following them on their journey. He's extremely interested in the Traveler's one-of-a-kind style and makes it known..
Nuit's fingers are very sensitive, and he can tell apart anything by touch alone.
He cannot properly use a wax seal for the life of him
Nuit peculiarly specializes in Lolita-like and Victorian clothings
His constellation is "horologium"
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Sooo Nuit's most recent look..
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So. Possible nuit rework...? Aka writing down my notes so i don't forget??
Idk man we have almost nothing on fontaine so making an oc when we got nothing is hard ok. Idk what i really want from my fontaine oc anymore
Current:
Elegant, polite persona hiding a lazy messy brash personality. His style is elegant-military, his background is rich, overal a formal high rank vibe. His fiance was from an organized wedding, but he lived her nonetheless. She was murdered. Arsène Lupin-ish occasionaly.. cryo, Rapier sword, tailor
Insps: idk. My brain. I saw a deer and went "but what if he made dresses tho"
Possible rework: Circus
Dark, angsty. Circus theme? Used to work with his wife before she mysteriously died. Wife had a doll-ish theme, grieves over her death. Casino-ish circus style. Knife thrower? Magician? Wife was his assistant/parthner?
Insp: magical mirai 2019, Book of circus ( kiroshitsuji)?
Possible rework: phantom thief
Fully embrace the light Arsène Lupin theme i had in mind. Make him and his wife a duo of thieves? Devious duo that's constantly escaping the Justice Fontaine is so proud of?
Insps: a small game i totally fcking forgot the name of. But it's cool. You're a duo that steal shit from manors, very cool. Much fun.
Possible rework: alice in wonderland
Just a theme, but, a mad hatter & alice inspired combo for him and his lover..?
Insps: (luke estheim honestly)
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... 👉👈
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Posting Nuit's info so my fish brain don't forget 💀
Name: Nuit Caeruleum
Age: 25
Affiliation: L'Heure de minuit
Occupation: militaryman, engineer
Origins: Fontaine
Vision: Cryo
Weapon: one handed sword ( a golden rapier ornated with gems)
Specie: human ( traces of non-human blood)
Rarity: 4
Constellation: Horologium
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About:
Nuit is the son of a renowned inventor. He himself is considered quite the genius, but he seems more interested in trivial matters such as fashion, art and foreign culture. He's considered to be a studious and somewhat oblivious man, preffering to immerse himself in things he likes rather than pleasing others. He is a formidable swordsman and was meant to marry a young woman before her musterious dissapearance. While officially, it was discarded and she was considered dead, Nuit does not believe in that verdict and has chosen to go against the very code he swore to follow. He's no longer a loyal follower of Fontaine's justice, and many of his previous coworkers consider him a traitor for this reason. He supposedly dissapeared not long after his fiance's verdict. In actuality he now works as an engineer under another identity.
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Appearance:
Nuit is a tall young man with thin features. His hair is dark brown fading into a lightly blueish tint. Long pale deer-like horns grow atop his head, and his ears are lightly pointed (simmilar to Klee). His skin is pale and dotted with beauty marks, noteably on his hand, the corner of his mouth and his neck. Typically he wears a simple button up and a vest for engineering work, along with goggles to hide his face, but his fighting outfit consists of a more military-like outfit adorned with gold (most noteably a golden mechanical butterfly wing acting as a shoulder guard).
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Personality:
Nuit is polite and formal whenever he's interacting professionally. As soon as he's off work though he'l act incredibly honest and brash, and he's actually much more introverted than he acts like. Being forced into a polite and clean persona trough his family's expectations and upbringing, his personality is actually sort of akin to a delinquent. He doesn't bother to wear certain things properly. His hair is messy, his shirts are unbottondd or lazily buttoned, he has ink stains sometimes,He's not afraid to speak his mind whitout consequences, wich would be a problem if he wasn't a trained fighter.
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Quotes:
"Whoever thought of wearing high heels on a battle field? You're just asking for a broken ankle. I'm the first to agree with aesthetic, but there's a stark line between grace and stupidity." (About Mona, Keqing, etc)
When adding to party: "fine, just give me a second to change.."
When adding to party 2: "A vos ordres!*" (* can mean 'at your disposal' or 'at your service' , spoken by french militarymen)
When using elemental skill: "stand down."
When using elemental burst: "This is my final judgement..!"
When it's raining: "it was raining on that day too..sad chuckle..how bittersweet"
When it's dawn: "yawn... another night whitout sleep.."
About..Fontaine: " i'm sure most people are proud of their homeland... personally, i'd gladly leave Fontaine if i didn't have unfinished business there. This city accomplishes nothing if not disgusting me.."
About.. Sara: "Oh. I suppose you saw my pocketwatch..? I don't have much to say. She's not here now. She was a formidable student, a competitive woman barely a rank under me. I miss her greatly.."
About..Hobbies: "hm? Hobbies..? I don't have time for that anymore. Well... i used to do ballet as a child, and i played a few instruments like the piano, harp, violin.... (annoyed) no, i won't play for you. I'm not a bard."
About..favorite food: " My work is the most important thing to me. Therefor, coffee is most important so i can squeeze the most out of my day."
About..least favorite food: " Alcohol is..disgusting. Perhaps it's because i'm often forced to drink it at formal events.. but i can't stomache it at all..."
About.. Diluc: "someone who doesn't like wine is someone i can agree with. "
About.. Kaeya: " for a cavalry captain, he sure doesn't do much fighting. Seems more likr an excuse to slack off if you ask me. That open collar is also just begging for someone to stab their sword in. If i was him i'd wear some kind of armor under it at least.."
About.. Ayaka: "what a delicate woman.. i think she's what my family envisionned me to be. Seeing her makes me think that wouldn't have been so bad. But.. she has this lingering..sadness in her eyes..?"
About.. Garou: "who goes into battle in a crop top...? You're just asking to get stabbed in the guts....shiver" (aether, he sees you)
About..Kazuha: "he does good work. I've studied many instruments including a few from Inazuma, but his music and poems carries a lovely simplicity to it.."
And wth a bonus for my other ocs
About..Haku: " my job would sure be much easier if i was invisible like him.. instead i constantly get stared down by contractors, it's quite bothersome."
About..Un: " quite untrustworthy. I wouldn't recommend associating with him. I've worked on many pieces for his stage, and he's generally quite pleasing to do business with- but he has this aura about him that keeps you on edge.."
About..Deux: "i knew her family vaguely. What strict parents she had.. i remember them constantly dolling her up and parading her around like she was their pride and joy. Some people found it cute but- i found it unsettling that she showed no joy when they did this. She's grown quite beautifully, she reminds me of Sofia, actually..."
About..Trois: "she was in my class at some point. I'm sure she would have become a great swordswoman if she hadn't left prematurely."
About...Quatre: "that kid is annoying. Every time i'm called to the cabaret it's to fix something this brat messed up somehow. Personally i can't handle young exciteable children or animals.. in my own childhood i was quiet and reserved, and quickly taught how to use a blade. Clearly this one didn't get the same treatment..."
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Concepts of my rework of Nuit. Including a possible Jackalope version
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Working on an oc? Maybe. Perhaps. Lafontaine? Possibly.
@aimicoos
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So since @aimicoos / @scara-meow-che is a horny hoe i'm back at it again. So here's some genshin ocs headcanons-stuff-thing
Troupe Soleil
Un/As/Joker general trivia headcanons shit
He refers to his abyss creations as his 'kin' wich..sometimes confuses people and makes them think he's talking about his kids
He's naturally just a really shady person- like, he really just seems like the kinda guy that sells humans on the black market or owns a cult or something....to be fair he probably does-
He actually never tries to be seductive but he sort of comes off as such sometimes and proceeds to be completely oblivious as to why suddenly a shit ton of people are drooling over him
Call him daddy, and you won't see yours again
I'm joking he actually gets pretty flustered and embarassed. He thinks it's very amusing when he returns it and everyone swoons though.
I was listening to this a lot while drawing/making the troupe so do know that these are Un and Deux's duet in my mind now https://youtu.be/DxInYHsgI2Y
He might run a cabaret but he is actually quite a lightweight and becomes kind of an idiot when drunk
Immediately goes from devilish, mysterious handsome barman to a stumbling dumbass who's probably crying about how he forgot one of his kin back in Mondstadt while they were on a tour or smt
Istg he's actually so fcking soft for his bbies
Where'd his abyss energy come from? He'l never say it just because he says it makes him lore mysterious~
It was totally by accident
Or was it
Yeah it was
No it wasn't.
you'l never know ❤️
Okay now actual fanservice
He's very flexible- obviously not as much as Deux. Everyone in the troupe can do a split at the least. But in his case he's a pretty good acrobat even though he's most comfortable on solid ground. He can totally do choreographed dances with Deux on like aerial silk or poles(not the strip club kind of pole dance if that's not obvious..) or just. Yknow. In the air.
It's cute but before a show you'l see him stretching and he asks Deux or Trois for help- it's just kind of cute to see him all disheveled getting ready, with his hair pinned away from his face so he can do his makeup correctly. Like you're so used to seeing him be well put together seeing him be vulnerable is just endearing.
Un fears one man and it's Childe- Childe would probably hear of Un's strenght trough traveler and immediately want to fight him and Un's just really creeped ouf. It's somewhat amusing how the one thing that throws this poor gentleman off is an overly friendly russian dood who really wants to get his ass kicked. Un isn't here to kinkshame but... Childe could like.. dissapear off Teyvat and he would not be sad yknow
Un has kids kin, so i approve of him being called daddy. I mean, it's not wrong.
That being said those creations are temporary and simmilar to slimes in form of creation. As in they are a form born from a bunch of abyss energy.
His arms are actually simmilar to Dainsleif's arm, though it has patterns more simmilarly to Morax's arms.. it is to note that it only spreads up to his forearm.
Though he's an amazing singer, has an amazing voice and is great at speaking well using proper grammar and he's overal just so good at speaking.. he gets pretty nervous when confronted with the idea of speaking up because of how many people just. Zone out. He's insecure about his voice because of how much people just fcking drool over it. Like- it's nice that you think he sounds good but please stop drooling-
What i'm saying is, if you don't have a voice kink, well you do the moment he opens his mouth.
Additional detail but Un is only attracted to women and he gets kind of uncomfortable when men also drool over him. I mean. Women too. Generally speaking he's uncomfortable with people immediately treating him like a lover just because he's their type and he can't even do much about it because It's his job. So he just sucks it up and tries to shift the subject. If it fails he might ultimately resort to asking Trois to escort them out.
He's honestly just. Yes he acts confident but he's still human and just feels so uncomfortable being objectified..
Deux/Dame
She's loosely based on Tsukumo from Karneval. Have i mentionned it yet? She's the image i used here. KARNEVAL IS GOOD. IT'S UNDERRATED. WATCH IT. IT'S SUCH AN UNDERDOG. I own all the mangas 👉👈
She's often mistaken as Un's lover, because of her role as his assistant and right hand woman.
She's not mad about it. She actually kinda blushes at the idea.
She's just not immune to sexy spade man
And now le fanservice
Much like Un she often gets flirted with by customers. She's a lot less patient with them though.
Her uniform is akin to a ballerina, so the skirt is just made to be that high. She has shorts under them, but when she feels someone staring too hard or touching her innapropriately she's honestly not afraid to dropkick them with a straight face. Since she's a waitress she's seen her fair share of bullshit
She will usually call Trois to get any specifically annoying customers out.
She's also not afraid to get Un out of an uncomfortable situation herself. Totally not because she likes the praise he gives her.
Yeah although she's very pretty and often complimented about it she's extremely touch starved and lonely and she absolutely melts under actual praise and not empty 'wow you're really beautiful'
She was raised by parents who only really saw her for her beauty so actually getting validation makes her cold heart thump just a little
Seeing Un with his kin just. Tsundere mode. She totally isn't wishing she was the cute little abyssal ball he's petting right now.
For a specific show she had a cat-theme outfit. And she spent a good chunk of the time before the show practising in the mirror various ways to ask Un to pet her
She didn't end up asking at all fiy
Un could just tell though and when the show ended he lightly patted her head and she looked euphoric
Basically if you want her love. Show her love. It's honestly that simple she's so desperate and lonely-
She honestly cries whenever Trois acts motherly towards her because she's never been treated like an actual daughter before.
Trois/Roi
Her tit'e might be masculine but she's actually still pretty ladylikec
Very confident about her abilities and not shy to express her opinions
She absolutely hates cheaters (wich is why she will never agree to play a card game with Un)
She's actually the most sweet of the troupe despite her rough first impression
She's actually a bit insecure about her height
She gets really stuttery when Un treats her like a fragile little thing because she's so not used to not being in control of a situation
She's not a simp like Deux or anything but like. Un can get her heart to flutter at the least.
She blushes really hard when someone does something romantic or sweet.
She's just used to brutal violence and brutally honest or rough shit
She's unused to the whole sweet gentle slow approach
She's really insecure about how heavy she is because of her body type and strenght.
When Un carries her she feels like a princess and just wants to cry
Un is perfectly understanding of her and is the first to comfort her when she's feeling insecure
Often times she's the one taking care of others so when it's flipped she feels really vulnerable and shitty. She only allows Un to have witness to this because he's someone she trusts with her life.
Quatre/Valet (nothing romantic because he's smoll and deserves to be protected)
His favorite animals are monkeys and foxes
His least favorite are wild dogs
While he calls everyone 'mister' or 'miss (monsieur/mademoiselle) he actually considers Deux to be a big sister figure, Trois to be a parental figure and Un is.....well...his boss (that totally doesn't break Un's heart when he hears it. Poor guy. He half expected for Fabrice to call him his dad figure but this is what he gets 💔 Un is really like: ishould have left you in that orphanage where you were standing you ungrateful bastard)
He actually does look up to Un a lot, just..
He sees Un as a role model is what i'm saying
Actually you'l find him imitating Un the most
He also asks for advice from Un a lot
Still Un's just silently bitter about not being considered family 😶
Nuit
Alright. You wanted this.
Nuit when call him pretty-
It comes out before you can stop it. It's late, he's in his office, goggles resting atop his head messing up the pretty dark locks that framed his slender face. An oil lamp dinly lighting up his workspace casting a warm glow over the golden intricate pieces, gears and screws, his crystal blue eyes narrowed in concentration and strained from the bad lighting. Long lashes almsot fluttering closed with exhaustion- lightly biting his lip in a subconscious fashion. A habit whenever he was deeply concentrated. His eyes sharply shift to you standing in the doorway, eyes suddenly sharp and aware as he tilts his hesd up curiously, gloved hand stained with oil and rust reaching up to tilt his glasses further up his face so he could get a proper look at you. A light pout forming on pale glossy lips, cheeks dusted pink. " excuse me?"
Whenever he hears someone say that it's usually a sort of patronizing situation
"You're so pretty, why are you wasting your time here?"
"You're so pretty, there's no way you're a fighter!"
He half expects it to be followed up with something along the general line of "you're so pretty you should be doing nothing but sitting there looking pretty for everyone to see"
Honestly the only time he'l take it as a compliment is if you're saying it personally and not as a simple passing observation. Otherwise it's sort of a 'and?'
You blink owlishly, remaining silent. He sighs, pushing back in his chair and lazily standing up, putting down the screwdriver back on the table, walking to you in a few strides. The height difference dawning in you as he stood right before you, looking down at you curiously, waiting for you to add another word. He leaned down,the gorgeous gold adorning his ears glimmering unfer the artificial lights of the hallway " what about it?" He huffs, pausing- eyes widening as you raised a gloved hand to his face, rubbing off the oil stain across his nose, allowing the inky black to stain the perfect white satin. "You'd look prettier if you smiled"
Well fuck he has feelings now
Honestly if anyone told him to smile, he'd flash the most genuine, drop dead gorgeous pretty boy smile you could imagine. And then speak in such a dead inside voice "sure, i'll be sure to smile at your funeral when you drop dead old hag~ ❤️"
No really he is not amused.
But that right there-
He's so not used to that motherly, loving personal care. It reminds him of his family, of sofia- just, it makes him feel like home and he just can't help but be nostalgic about things like that.
He's the very definition of domestic he just melts at the idea of a loving warm home. He dreads the cold empty mechanical feeling of wandering alone trying to make purpose of his life stricglh trough revenge. Honestly Nuit feels so hollow 99% of the time he's most vulnerable when he feels even the slightest bit safe
Idk if i mentionned this but betrayal is his biggest fear and the worse insult to him. Not trusting him feels like a stab in the heart, and getting betrayed just feels like it's getting ripped appart. He cannot handle being betrayed at all. He will break down in ugly(pretty) tears.
Haku
Eyyy my 100+ year old virginnn-
I'm joking i'm joking
Honestly Haku is the kind of person to solely be happy from a romantical relationship, sex is like the least of his worries
No one ever pays attention to him so honestly even friendship gets him feeling alive and happy
He is the very definition of low maintenance
Like you could just get him a stick for his birthday and he'd cherish it
Actually just remembering his birthday is a gift for him
Children sometimes call him an old man and he just dies inside
He doesn't look that old?? Does he?? Is that why people think he's boring???
Loves playing shogi like the old nerd he is-
Sometimes he confides to good dog boi
Even he sometimes forgets Haku's there...poor boy doesn't even have a scent...
Haku like to joke that he's cursed with eternal loneliness
Sometimes he deadass thinks it's not even a joke anymore
His favorite food/drink is water.
Ah, bland. Just like him.
He's actually written a few poems for Ayaka, Tohma and Yoimiya but is too embarassed to show them.
He knows how to write them from his time spent with Kazuha( though Kazuya would argue he's never heard of a 'Haku' before-)
The poems all vary but they're all generally just a 'thank you for somewhat being my friends and knowing i exist one out of the many days in a year'
Except Ayaka wich is lowkey a love letter-
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Working on Nuit's possible avatar illustration..
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Nuit. Again. I tried giving him a more battle-ready look instead..? It certaintly takes away the youthful look that i previously aimed for.. he also looks more like a polearm user like this. Sadly don't think Mihoyo will let characters use guns haha..even though the pyro fatui have them.
@scara-meow-che I was curious on your opinion on the change of look..?
If i keep this i could make him two outfits, a working one and this? He does look less fashion-designer-y..
#give us GUNS MIHOYO YOU COWARDS#nuit caeruleum#i like the wing a lot-#ehh it's not rlly what i'm going for tho#Nuit is just not really a badass fighter#OR IS HE-#idk#should he be?#cool avenge plot#Diluc fontaine edition
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Current progress of Nuit's redesign. Here's some refresher on his character
Name: Nuit Caeruleum
Age: 22
Occupation: fashion designer, boss of 'L'heure De Minuit' or 'Midnight hour'
Rarity: 4*
Weapon: Catalyst
Vision: Cryo
Nation: Lafontaine
Constellation: Horologium
Synopsis: A polite, youthful face who happens to be amongst the most reputated business owners in Teyvat.
About: the babyfaced owner of 'L'heure de Minuit' , Nuit. Despite his calm, mature and responsible persona, he's actually quite brash and straightforward outside his shop. He expresses a great distaste for his own city ever since the death of his fiancé, Sophia. Don't let his cute looks fool you, he makes quite the formidable adversary.
Author's notes:
Nuit's name is pronounced in the french manner, noo-e, the T is silent
I balance back and forth with this idea; Nuit is based off a Jackalope. An urban european legend. Simmilar to characters like Ganyu or Yanfei.
Nuit's theme is Time and well, Night. this can be seen trough his design, incorporating dark blue hues reminescent of night, silver, and moon or star ornaments. His appearance is related to his 'time' theme, creating a clash with his youthful boystyle lolita/esque steampunk clothing and his actual traits. Depending on his actual clothing, Nuit can appear both handsome and cute because of his versatile physical looks.
Nuit's insistence on perfection, and nitpicking imperfections is actually just me self projecting a bit. If i find something i don't like on a project i will NOT let it go.
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All my nuit refs.. i'll like his design one day (i hope)
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More oc writing for my lovely hoe @scara-meow-che , featuring angsty prompts.
Un: " i just wanted to do something good for once "
He admitted softly, words ripping out of his throat- stinging and burning like the tears streaming down his face. Liquid tainted by the dark powder accenting his right eye, the perfectly painted Spade melting away into a pool of inky black. He stared, helplessly, choking on air as gloved hands shakily shot up- dropping the ornated knives they'd been clutching to grab at the perfectly fitted blue and black vest. The air felt heavy, his heart felt like it was trying to rip itself out of his chest with how fast it was beating. He showed no remorse, no distress. He was used to being the villain, the one painted in red. A shaky laugh slipped past dry lips, slowly, the small whimpers and chuckles turned into a mocking, dry booming laughter that echoed eerily along the walls. Leaving him alone, on the stage, sighing shakily as he stared at the blinding spotlight beaming down on his form. The tears stopped, the laughter stopped- nothing but wavering breaths and slow inhales. He truly believed it for a moment, that he could be good- that he could be loved. That he was more than a slave to the abyssal pitch black flowing trough his veins. And at that moment, he wasn't a joker- but a fool to believe so. " i'm sorry" he croaked out silently, slow steady voice cracking with a whimper as he dropped to his knees, dirtying the expensive fabric with blood. The screams of the audience faded into nothing but white noise,a deafening sound, mocking him of another failure. " i'm so...so sorry..my friends.." the spotlights closed. Thank you for coming to our last performance.
Deux: " i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you "
As paused, eyes darting up to his companion sitting at the bar, leaning her head against her palms as she absentmindedly watched the young man scrub away at the dirty glass. He chuckled, a deep, hearty sound that made her heart skip a beat. A playful wink making it's way onto the male's elegant features " are you saying such things because of what i'm doing with my fingers, darling...?" The blonde immediately backed her head away, perked up straight with a heavy blush that complimented her dress nicely, two pink hearts sitting under her eyes getting lost in the hues. " what? Alphonse! That's- so crude..! I was not talking about that at all! Of course you're exceptionally talented with your fingers- your hands are naturally perfect for playing piano and you have used them for such for years! You throw cards nearly perfectly and it takes great hand coordination- " The man chuckled softly, tossing the rag he'd been using over his shoulder and offering the woman a kind smile " i'm jesting. However, i don't love anyone, Anne. So i assure you, there's no need to feel envious. " he stated patiently, slipping the clean class across to her- her crystal blue eyes subconsciously drifting down at the crystal clear piece. " jealousy doesn't look good on you, dear. " he confessed, gently pouring fresh champagne into the class, a reflection forming in the clear liquid. A light frown adorned the woman's otherwise unbothered face, and her chin slowly rose to make eye contact with the male once more. Simply offering her a small smile and a warm gaze. She promptly ignored the loud pounding in her ears, silently taking a large gulp from the glass,shyly wiping the liquid off her lips, ever so mindful of appearances despite the fact the cabinet was long closed and vacant of any customers. " i understand.. i apologize, Sir. Excuse me." She bowed politely, turning away and quickly skipping backstage- slamming the door shut and taking a shaky inhale, pressing two hands to her aching chest. Aching with unrequited love.
Trois: " .. you know, being strong doesn't mean you can't ask for help"
Trois paused, freezing mid- trough her flamboyant card shuffling, clearly expertly manipulated and infused with anemo energy for extra effect. The woman closed her eyes calmly, dropping all the cards into a perfect pile before opening her eyes slowly, crossing her arms over the table. Everyone's drunk laughter and banter, everyone's bids and small talk- it all fell on deaf ears. The words echoing in her brain tauntingly. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, it was impolite after all. Unladylike- as her mother would say. But she couldn't help but repeat the words under her breath. She stiffened at the feeling of a gloved hand on her shoulder, whipping around and lifting her fist only to pause a milimeter away from the person's face, who innocently raised his hands in a surrender. " Duly noted, i will not be surprising you again in the future .." she blinked, reeling back upon realizing she had almost punched her boss's nose in. "Oh- sorry Al You just- you startled me. Need something? Customer acting up?" She blinked owlishly, curiously crossing her arms under her chest. The man eyed her silently, raising a hand to his chin curiously. " well. Originally i wasn't here about that but.. your uniform's a bit strained isn't it?" He pointed out, stepping closer to lightly slide a finger underneath her top, frowning lightly at the effort needed to slip his index in between her skin and the fabric " Trois, have you possibly grown out this one as well?" She remained silent for a moment before sighing in defeat, nodding silently " i have. It's uncomfortably tight around my thighs as well.. there's no need to resize it though,i can still wear it so no problem-" Alphonse frowned, cutting the woman off immediately, something that would warrant him a glare if it wasn't out of concern "of course there's a problem. After your shift i need your new measurements so i can order one as quickly as possible. If you're uncomfortable with me taking them you can ask Anne, i'm sure she'l be glad to help with-" "i'll do it myself, thanks." She cut off , somewhat hurriedly. Un was about to protest but simply sighed with a soft amused smile and nodded "right. If there's anyone in need of a good beating up i'll come back to you" he chuckled softly, earning a playfull punch im the side "you better!" She grinned boyishly- quietly muting the burning pain in her hand at the simple motion. Quickly as he had turned his back to her, Trois hurriedly removed her left hand glove, revealing a shaking finger. She bit her cheek, the metallic coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. If costumes were already a hassle- she couldn't bare the idea of As learning of her broken appendage. "I have a job to do..and i'm going to do it damn well no matter what" she assured herself in a mantra, carefully slipping the glove back on before picking up the stack of cards she had delicately placed down earlier- this with her right hand. "Isn't she left handed..?" Un thought to himself, eyes flickering to the woman across the room.
Nuit( recent rework) " i'm not giving up on you "
The words rang out in the hall, silent if not the sound of panting and heavy breathing. A form layed on the ground, holding a hand to their chest to feel their beatinh heart. Still stunned with shock at the feeling of it being pierced. They slowly looked up, coming to face with an outstretched hand. ".... i don't need your pity" they answered, shakily standing up and grabbing their sword off the floor. A soft sigh escaped the man offering his hand, allowing his arm to drop at his side. The water droplets floating amidst the room suddenly all falling to the ground, pooling at their feet. "I am not pitying you." He clarified, a lightly concerned expression taking over his usual blank face. " yes you are!" The woman hissed, swinging her sword only to be met with the deafening sound of clashing metal. She was putting all her body weight into it, yet he was standing still and blocking it with little effort " i'm not. I'm trying to help you." His words only seemed to spurr her on further, stepping back only to swing again and again with increasing ferosity. "You are! No one wants to teach me! No one! You didn't accept because you wanted to help me..! You only did it because you didn't have a choice..!!" She swung with her last breath, eyes widening as he simply raised a hand to block the blade with the back of his hand, the hard metal protecting it clashing against the sharp edge with ease. " i wanted to teach you because you have potential." He clarified, quickly ducking under the blade to swipe at her feet, making her immediately loose her balance and stumble back to the ground with an annoyed grunt. "You're determined. You have wits, that's an asset." She scoffed, only bothering to sit up grumpily, letting the sword lay uselessly against the ground "so why am i still failimg???" "..." he didn't answer, quietly sitting next to her, tilting his head " well. For one you have a horrible attitude." "Wh-!" She perked up, cheeks flushed in embarassment at the blunt comment " you're too hot headed and you end up acting before you think, you're also really loud and rude-" "are you done listing off all the reasons people hate me yet??!" She cut off with a red face, gritting her teeth angrily at th unfazed malewho simply deadpanned at her reaction ".. and you always cut people off." "Oh i swear to the archons-" she grabbed his collar, ready to punch him across the face. "Go ahead." He reflaxed in her grip, blinking passively down at her- making her falter and loosen her grip " you were going to hit me right? Whitout thinking? Again? You know if anyone found out you'd only get yourself in more trouble, yes?" She dropped her head im defeat, biting her cheek silently. " you're a horrible teacher you know that??" " i know. But you're a horrible student, so i guess it balances out." He shrugged, lazily bringing up his knee to rest his head on it, looking exhausted as usual "
Haku: " loneliness is a slow and cruel poison "
Yoimiya frowned, eyes skipping over the black ink, taunting her. The girl's eyes quickly darted over to the male silently kneeling besides a low table, a bright red pillow sitting under him. Ink vials and ink stains covering the poor dark red wood table. His office a complete mess of shelves filled with scrolls, brushes and colored inks. "Heyy, Haku?? What's this pile for??" Every piece he made had a reason- a purpose, so why did this feel so much more.. personal? What kind of weirdo would ask for this? The yokai sighed softly, shifting to pin the brush into the elastic holding his hair back in a short, messy ponytail not so unlike Yoimiya's own hairdo, ready to stand and fix the mess the girl had made while digging trough his so called 'organized' collection. "They're just- ah!! Give that back!!!" He screeched, immediately attempting to grab the scroll from the blonde. "Ohhh! Are these like your diary?? Is there juicy hakuchan- info in there~???" He hissed, practically fuming with rage as he shot the blonde a harsh glare, fixing his haori and disheveled form hurriedly " Yoimiya." She stopped, slowly handing the scroll back, watching him rip t away from her hands and storing it back inside a large ches filled with others of the same kind. ".... you sure do got a lot." She pointed out, making the man pause in his actions "...yeah." He concluded, finally shutting it after managing to barely squeeze every scroll inside- properly locking it as to keep any noisy customers ( yoimiya) from digging trough them any further. He remained still for a moment, quietly, hands still resting atop the box as if letting it go for an instant would let all it's secrets out. "... nee, Hakucchan, you dont have to answer but.. what are those scrolls about anyway..?" He paused for a moment before sitting up and sitting on the chest to fac Yoimiya. Avoiding her gaze bashfully, cheeks dusted in pink " when i feel a powerful emotion- be it sadness, love, anger-" "you get angry?? Yeah okay~" "of course i do!" He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. "As i was saying- whenever i feel contradicted with something i.. cope by writing it down, be it in the form of haikus, simple keywords.." she perked up happily at his words " can i see your stuff???" He stiffened, blushing bright red, putting his pillow to shame "absolutely not!!!" His grip tightened on the chest absent mindedly. "It's like a diary then??" "Stop making fun of me!" He hissed, face filled with dread at the idea. "Oh! That face! You're totally hiding something scandalous!" "I'm not!" His fingers tightened their grip on the box, shame rising as the inky words repeated in his mind. 'Dear Ayaka...'
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