| N E M O |


| Latin: no one, nobody |


| 17  Years - Young |


| ♂ |


| Prophet |


| Demisexual |


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Nemo was born in a rural area in the state of Iowa, living with his two parents, Joel and Amy. However, when he was birthed, Nemo was a stillborn. His parents never imagined a scenario of this nature. They did regular checkups to ensure that the fetus remained healthy throughout the last trimester. His family was small; his mother an only child, and his father had one brother named Archer who lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn. Only his grandmother from Nemo's mother's side, who lives in the city near Archer, was the only one left as far as previous generations. A loss such as this was catastrophic to them.

Joel went to Archer seeking help, knowing his brother was a professional in dealing with supernatural phenomenon. Archer refused, informing that meddling with life and death only led to more punishment. Joel kept begging, brought to his hands and knees in tears , knowing that Archer knew of a method to bring life into his stillborn son, no matter how many times his brother kept refusing and telling him to move on with his life. Reluctantly, Archer succumbed and informed Joel of starting a deal with a demon, but Joel had to be ready to offer his life for his own son. With slight hesitation, Joel agreed, if a life for a life were the case , he knew his son must live on. When discussing the topic with Amy, she was distraught of the fact that a life had to be taken, but Joel reassured her that it was for the right thing and his role as a father would be accomplished by this task, and how Amy had a role of his mother to care for him in his absence. With just as much reluctance as Archer, Amy agreed to Joel's plan. With Amy's permission, Archer would then inform Joel of what he had to do next.


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Joel waited on an empty dirt crossroads in rural Iowa, bringing the ingredients needed and drawing the necessary sigil to summon a demon. Several minutes later, a small woman with fair skin and dark raven hair appeared before him. She wore a black dress meant for a wealthy dinner party, and yet here she was in the middle of nowhere. The demon looked rather bored of her situation, this would be like any other deal in her perspective. That is, until she heard the true name of Joel's son whom he wished to trade his life for, a spark of interest glistened in her eye. However, she refused Joel's offer, and selfishly, Joel offered the life of his wife as well, for them to live until Nemo turned eight. The demon then accepted his deal and kissed Joel to seal it.

He arrived back home with a somber expression, going up to his wife to inform her that not even deal has been done but she was included as well. Confusion and grief merged into one, she was speechless, was a demon so evil to ruin the life of a child. Joel reassured her that Nemo was special from the very beginning, and probably would do certain things that were not humanly possible and the demons were jealous. In the silence after Joel spoke came Nemo's cry that he was alive and awake, and in that moment, nothing else mattered except for their living, breathing son.





Nemo had more health problems than behavioral as he grew. He was born albino, so his ghostly pale skin could not withstand the brutal sun in the rural area. Nemo always looked sickly from his complexion, even though it wasn't the case, so no matter what the weather, whenever he roamed, Nemo would always wear a hoodie and jeans to cover himself up. His gaze caught people off guard the most, one eye a dull grey and the other a piercing, metallic blue.  As a toddler, Nemo always had reoccurring nightmares of people he had never met and horrible events that led to their demise. He would sneak into his parents' bedroom and sleep in their bed for solace, and even though there wasn't enough space, they would allow him there for the rest of the night. Some nightmares he had a third person perspective, and watched in a corner of the room as someone was brutally murdered. In other dreams, he would take the perspective of either the victim or the murderer and wake once the deed was done. This led Nemo to attain a severe case of insomnia, until the premonitions started to occur during the day. If he were lucky, some days he would have very pleasant visions.

The day before Nemo's eighth birthday, his parents decided to celebrate it that night with his uncle Archer. They informed Nemo that he would be living with his uncle from henceforth, giving the excuse that the environment for him at home didn't allow Nemo to get any fresh air until a storm brewed, and that living in the city would give him a brighter future and plenty of shade from the harsh sun. Nemo reluctantly agreed to live away from his parents, they hugged him tighter than he expected and wept as they saw Archer take him into his pick up, waving goodbye until he was out of sight.



 The road trip was extensive, Archer did not bother to speak to Nemo, giving one worded answers to whatever questions he asked him.  It felt as though Archer had a grudge against Nemo or something of the sort. He drove through the night, stopping only for gas, until the reached the hustle and bustle of the city. It felt more claustrophobic, whatever nature was around was choked by concrete, brick, and asphalt. However, it was indeed cooler in temperature than the countryside, despite the sun being out. Archer parked in front of an old brick town home, with wooden wind chimes clacking together in a gentle breeze. He told Nemo this was his grandmother's house, and he would be staying here with her for the time being. She was a tall, thin woman sagging skin and silver hair, wearing brightly colored, loose-fitting clothes. She smelled awfully funny to Nemo, that old people smell perhaps, and was a huge believer in spirituality. She sensed something mystical about the boy, and Nemo proceeded to tell her about the nightmares he consistently had. His grandmother told him that it was gift, even though it felt like anything but. She gave  him a dreamcatcher she had woven herself to try the lessen the nightmares. Nemo found his premonitions to decrease just by a small amount, but just so much allowed him to sleep. Nemo was homeschooled by his grandmother, and one day, she revealed a secret about herself when Nemo was ten. She practiced the mystic arts in her spare time, a witch is what others would call her. once taking part in a coven herself. His grandmother gave him an old, small book in which she was an expert in all the spells to which she only needed to think about the spell to cast them. He practiced them with small objects between his studies. One day, she came home from shopping with a white husky puppy with heterochromia, saying it reminded her of Nemo and decided to leave it under his care. He decided to name the female puppy, Tundra.


Nemo was more at peace in the city, as his parents predicted. There were the occasional sirens blaring in the distance, but it never bothered Nemo much. His grandmother had all sorts of novels, from Shakespeare, to Jules Verne, to J.K. Rowling. Nemo's original name was Godric but he enjoyed the novel by Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, that he wanted to name himself after Captain Nemo, his grandmother allowed it and so he was called. However, fate had been cruel to Nemo, and one dreary morning he found his grandmother having passed away in her sleep one morning. From a list of contacts, he would call his uncle to tell him the grave news, weeping on the phone as he did. Archer appeared in no time, living in the same neighborhood, and called a professional to deal with Nemo's grandmother's corpse. In the mean time, Archer told Nemo to gather whatever he needed to bring back to his apartment. He brought his favorite novels, his spell books, and some of his studying material as well as Tundra. Archer wasn't so keen on keeping a dog in his apartment, but he didn't have any trouble so long as Nemo took care of her. 

Archer was never around, he used to appear once or twice a week just to leave groceries and have a beer before he left, but then he started showing up a few times a month. Now, he rarely is around, but Nemo has Tundra beside him for good company. In his absence, a rather major event occurred. Nemo tends not to leave the apartment too often, but he found himself struck by lightning within it, right through an open window. Nemo thought himself dead when a divine being appeared before him in the form of a bright light. A thunderous voice reverberated in his head as it deemed to be the Archangel of lightning, Barachiel. He promised Nemo that his gift of seeing a stranger's death was not a curse, calling him a Prophet, and that he would smite anyone that brought harm onto Nemo. As quickly as it occurred, the light dissipated and he was left alone with Tundra. Nemo believed it to be a dream, until someone grabbed Nemo on the streets in a threatening manner. The night sky was absolutely clear, but somehow a cloud began to form over the mugger and a bolt of lightning cracked down upon the other, burning him to a crisp. The thunder that crashed was almost unbearably loud, but what occurred that night made Nemo truly believe that he was a Prophet.


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Nemo is a reserved and introverted individual, keeping to himself because of what he thinks of his unsettling appearance. He doesn't speak often, but when Nemo does, his voice is quiet and soft. He doesn't enjoy too much interaction due to fear of whether or not he will see the same people he grows fond of dying or being killed in his sleep. Nemo has problems with eye contact, but he speaks perfectly fine. However, when he's alone or around people he's most comfortable with, Nemo finds himself much more talkative and acting rather silly, using whatever telekinesis he's capable of to intentionally annoy whomever he feels comfortable with.








He enjoys:

-Rainy weather


-Cafes [Small shops in general]

-Music [Classical, Instrumental]


- Loose clothing/pajamas

-Practicing spells and telekinesis


He dislikes:

-Sunny/hot/humid weather

-Crowded places

-Prophetic nightmares

-Noisy, shrill-voiced people

-People staring at him


Worbz - Igor Klepnev


Nemo was born an albino, looking like a living porcelain doll or rather a spirit, but he views himself with the lowest regard. His skin is a sickly pale tone, and the hair on his head, brow, and lashes are strikingly white. Nemo has heterochromia, one of his eyes is a piercing metallic blue and the other a dull grey. The lining of his eyes appear to be a reddish-pink, looking as if he just wept, but in actuality he could be feeling completely normal. Due to lack of pigmentation in his skin, the sun is his sworn enemy, being very easily prone to sunburns. When he does appear outside in stormy weather or in the late evening, Nemo is seen wearing a large hoodie with his hood over his head and dark jeans, and walking Tundra. Indoors, he likes loose, baggy t-shirts and pants, pajamas for days.


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T h r e a d s



-Mouse Elliot






The writer is 18+, the thoughts and actions of my character do not represent my own.

-Murder/rape/torture toward Nemo will result in an immediate end to the rp.

-The character isn't looking for a parent/guardian, please avoid that to be the end goal of a plot.

-Concepts of witchcraft are mentioned at times

-Have fun writing! Do not hesitate to ask questions, I may have the answers!

-I also write as Agnes, if you want to write something more grittier.



FC: Sasha Moloko

VC: Hope Estheim - Final Fantasy XIII (1-3)


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  • Thank you for the add. Beautiful page. 

  • Her amber gaze never left the boy as he fled, nor as he collided with her. Every muscle tensed before impact, leaving the towering woman unmoved, staring down at the boy. Dolai quirked one arched brow as he stammered out an apology, but was quick to be on his way. Yet, it was his dog that stopped him in his tracks. She turned to face both of them, the corner of her rosebud lips twitching with amusement as she eyed the pair. 

    Dolai crouched low, extending one tattooed fist out to the dog to allow her to sniff, and stroke white fur if permitted. One of the spells she had studied at the temple of Thoth was one that allowed her to hear the voices of beasts of all kinds. However, it was her god’s blood that often either calmed the hearts of animals, or alarmed them completely. 

    “..Who are you?”

    His question echoed in heavily pierced ears, earning a low, entertained chuckle from the ancient. She never knew how to answer that question, at least, not in a simple way. “Depends on who is asking,” Dolai muttered, her husky voice a low rumble, her eyes finally leaving the white dog. “I saw what you did back there, quite the brave act if I do say so myself.”

    She arose once more, tossing her dreads back over her shoulder. “I see many things, and something tells me that you do, too,” she said. “Tell me, do the visions come at all hours or only when you dream?”

  • From atop a nearby building, a gyrfalcon had it's uncanny gaze fixed on the snow-skinned boy made his way down the sidewalk, accompanied by a dog of the same hue. However, this was so much more than just a bird. She had been called here by the will of the ancestors, watching, awaiting the right moment to reveal her presence to him. Dolai could only wonder why. He seemed so harmless, so innocent, even his skin could not contend with the outside world. 

    Her people used to kill babies born of his complexion, believed to be demons brought to life through the womb of a woman by the god of the sea and of death. They were offered to Ta'jat, god of all things good, for blessing and protection from the sea god's malicious intent. Dolai couldn't help but note how the other pedestrians stared at him. He was much younger than her other targets, she didn't fancy the prospect of dealing with a teenager, but the ancestors would not have called her here without reason. 

    It was as the boy reached the elderly woman in the street that Dolai lifted her dappled wings and alighted into the air, diving into a nearby alleyway. Landing on hard, littered concrete, she removed the falcon cloak, returning to her natural state. The feathered cloak vanished and without further ado, she stepped from the shadows of the alleyway, advancing down the sidewalk towards the scene- just in time to see him fleeing from the old woman, barreling towards her.

    Dolai was quite the sight. Standing at 5'11, bronze brown skin capturing the midday sunlight, ebony dreads cascading down her back. An array of tattoos hailing from many nations, Haida, Celtic, Scythian, Arabian, adorned well muscled arms, revealed by a black muscle tee. Her throat bore a black unalome, massive black runes painted her chest and shoulders, a scarab stretching its wings across her upper back. Beyond a striking appearance, there was something otherworldly about the woman, her presence emulating an ancient soul and a story no mortal could tell. There were dark circles dogging her upturned, amber eyes that fixated on the boy- who would collide with her at any moment if he did not stop or move out of the way. 

  • /Dreams up a crown of fluttering dove-wings and drops it on Nemo's head./ :)

  • (( Midtown sounds good to me. Send that starter whenever you're ready, I look forward to writing with you. ))

  • (Why, hello there.)

  • (( I like this idea, and thank you very much! I've spent a lot of time researching for this character, and I love the idea of witchcraft being a main point in our plot. Where shall we begin? ))

  • (( Thank you!

    And Dolai is a very flexible character, I can put her in any setting. I typically prefer a plot that develops both characters. Dolai is has prophetic dreams and visions herself, so they've got that in common. Do you have any goals for Nemo that you think Dolai could aid in? )))

  • (( Thank you for the invite!

    Lovely character by the way, I'd love to write sometime if you're interested. ))

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