Nyarlathotep
Every good STORY has a DARK NIGHT of the SOUL.
Can I be yours?
Can I be yours?
Name: Nova Lee Lyon or Novalee
Stage Name: Nyarlathotep
Age: 22
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 116lbs
Eye Colour: The Deep and Bottomless Void
Hair Colour: Black and White
Alignment: Tweener
Note: Yes, she does have a split pierced tongue.
Theme:
Stage Name: Nyarlathotep
Age: 22
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 116lbs
Eye Colour: The Deep and Bottomless Void
Hair Colour: Black and White
Alignment: Tweener
Note: Yes, she does have a split pierced tongue.
Theme:
Ring Attire 1 - "I'm so happy to have you all to myself..."
Ring Attire 2 - "Just you... me... and my black book. Hmhmhm~"
MK Alt Gear - "Ready yourself, human."
Cat Attire... Alts? - "Did you expect to catch me like this? I bet not... Kehehehe."
Valentines - "Were you expecting chocolates? Then you're in for a surprise."
Suit - "Don't ask how much this cost. Just look!"
Traditional Dress - "I've come to blend in pretty well. What do you think?"
Bunny Saga - "Five out of ten?"
Hair Down - "Ridiculous or Fabulous? Choose wise~ly"
Strippiest of Teases - "Like it?"
Eldritch Christmas - "Merry Christmas, loser!"
Invitation - "Come in... Right now. Ok?"
Wrestling Information
Fighting Style: Nyarlathotep tries to portray an eldritch inhuman threat for her own enjoyment. From her speech and mannerisms, generally neither high or low confidence, coupled with a desire to come in close and strangle you. She has a Black Book that foretells a prophecy of how you'll splat and can influence the plot via dark writing powers, What this really means is that she always has SOME idea of how she wants to beat you, mapped out by the surface information she takes in. Call it: her beat sheet.
Her main wrestling style is typically pure puroresu with grappling focus. She likes suplexes, transitioning into new holds and doing light acrobatics and semi-flexible counters. Her favourite being dropping back into a spider position, back bridged, hands back, tippy-toes with knees out. Then, a push back up to standard stance! Splashes are also common. Crossbodies. Occasional high-kicks. And a chop. When it comes to more unusual offence, she loves to engage headbutts, which is, in practice, her best form of "strike" as her head proves to be iron. As for holds, she loves to employ sexy stretches and a good choke where she can. Her body on-top of yours is perhaps her favourite position to be, embracing fate at the end of unconsciousness -- or orgasmic bliss.
Won't you let her in...?
Thusly, her favourite match-ups tend to be close quarters and not overly violent. Standard are easiest and submission battles. Matches that are a little wet and messy tend to appeal. Then anything a little different is a joyride. Sexfights are something she can excel at, where her calm and creeping demeanour matches with someone who is unafraid of kink, wants to claim you, please you and make you accept the inevitably of a loss as comfortably as possible.
Strengths: Perhaps slightly unexpectantly, Nyarlathotep has considerable strength that lets her plant suplexes and slams fairly reliably on most opponents provided she's focused on it. A slight touch of explosiveness! And a hard punch, if she wants to. Her knowledge of grappling is a budding but already competent library that continues to grow day by day, just like the monster she is. Writer's Twist tends to give her at least one surprise hold to lock in when you least expect it. Be ready!
Weaknesses: Nyarlathotep is a newer creature that finds being crude and truly dominating or heelish a little off-putting to say the least. She hasn't walked into developing a big mean bite. Her desire to dom is one underlined by nerves holding her back, and she is a little scared when it comes to having her safety remaining in-tact. In short, the super angry and the super aggressive tend to jump her nerves and thought processes. To name probably her least favourite form of offensive, it's joint locks and weapon shots.
In-Ring Traits:
- Summon Ritual: At a certain point in the match, Nyarlathotep has an instance where she can suddenly bounce back from a big blow that otherwise looks debilitating. An Undertaker sit-up, back from the dead and possessed. Of course, she still feels all the pain prior and doesn't forget it. It's an adrenaline rush, controlled and applied to at least one act of spite. After her Summon Ritual, she will stare at you without a blink. Granted... She might go unconscious soon after.
- Writer's Twist: A simple trait that leans on Nyarlathotep's extensive knowledge on professional wrestling from her time writing it! An unexpected counter from near tap-out scenarios that turn the tables on the protagonist!
- Immortal Skull: Nyarlathotep has one BITCH of a skull that gives her a certain brand of toughness that you don't expect when it comes to eating it on her face. She can withstand this better than you might think, leading her to smile and stare when receiving a punch. Please, avoid headbutts at all costs.
- Character Clown: When defeat is near, Nyarlathotep tends to power down than grow desperate. The monster dwindles and she tends to giggle and try and be close to you. She falls over easy but appears to get up soon after. There is usually for one last attempt at applying a choke, slam or sloppy makeout into a dominant position, depending on the match type. Though, she is just about one good hit from being finished as well. And if left long enough, she will quite simply: splat on her face and be done.
The Three Seals - Headbutt Combo!
10 Tentacle Play - Arm Trap Rope Chops!
The Ill-Fated Clutch - Koji Clutch
Hideous Headbutt - Ow
Lariat From Beyond - Ripcord Lariat
The Great Old Elbow - Top Rope Elbow Drop
A Crawling Chaotic Pinfall - Yes
Personality
Novalee is an aspiring horror author whose obsessions for morbid topics and gothic look is contrasted by the fact she's a high-spirited and confident girl, with a side of impishness, sweetness and a whole stew of odd fascinations to creepypastas, bugs, diseases and germs. Funnily enough, she's not too fond of rolling in dirt. She likes to keep herself super clean and tries to take care of her appearance the best she can, sometimes looking in the mirror for an hour until the confidence is truly locked down. Her demeanour is often very polite, but she can be off-putting by her thought processes and occasional blurbs of audacity. She has a habit of doing things just for the sake of going against the grain, or thinking the idea is so amusing and absurd that she has to try it at least once. She likes things cute just as much as things that are totally ugly. And while a stickler for rules, she is sometimes tempted to pull pranks and skirt a rule or two. But she never really goes too deep with it, due to guilt sinking in right before and forgetting why she wants to do it anyway. She doesn't really act out angrily or tell people off often. Most of the time she'll grunt or grumble. She feels her anger is hard to communicate as she really just locks up her words until the feeling is dropped. Most have found her non-verbal anger cute because she has a habit of stomping her foot and making fists at her side.
Now to Nyarlathotep. The girl with the black book that contains a prophecy, writing names down and scribbles her evil plans for them. ( in reality, she’s scribbling their likes, kinks, limits , what makes them happy, angry, excited, flustered and all the important info she should remember alongside cute, normal and sexy ideas to approach them with… maybe. She doodles them in the top left corner of the page. ) The concept is a manifestations of her fantasies as a writer and degenerate. ( She also just wants to remember them ) She wants to be a monster villain, to put it simply, with a prophecy in her pages. Her desires in the ring are to be someone you can freely jeer and she does this by leaning into some of her self-aware creepiness. She made this little ego and a small bag of tricks, from the black eye trick she can put between her index and thumb, the strings she keeps up her sleeves to tie someone up and a little razor to cut clothes. But... Problem is she really is nervous about pulling these tricks, and often lands at the thought hurdle of 'This is mean'. And she really wants to be a domme as Nyarlathetop, who can flirt, creep you out, turn on and dominate you physically and sexually all at once. Ropes, Flogs, Strap-Ons, Vibrators, Sybians, Knives, Wax, Corruption and more all in her tool box. She just has a problem with actually bringing this gusto to handle resistance without anxiety.
But she has a secret weapon that helps her get into the mindset: Hot Sauce. A burning tongue leads to burning behaivour. ..... Maybe?
Now to Nyarlathotep. The girl with the black book that contains a prophecy, writing names down and scribbles her evil plans for them. ( in reality, she’s scribbling their likes, kinks, limits , what makes them happy, angry, excited, flustered and all the important info she should remember alongside cute, normal and sexy ideas to approach them with… maybe. She doodles them in the top left corner of the page. ) The concept is a manifestations of her fantasies as a writer and degenerate. ( She also just wants to remember them ) She wants to be a monster villain, to put it simply, with a prophecy in her pages. Her desires in the ring are to be someone you can freely jeer and she does this by leaning into some of her self-aware creepiness. She made this little ego and a small bag of tricks, from the black eye trick she can put between her index and thumb, the strings she keeps up her sleeves to tie someone up and a little razor to cut clothes. But... Problem is she really is nervous about pulling these tricks, and often lands at the thought hurdle of 'This is mean'. And she really wants to be a domme as Nyarlathetop, who can flirt, creep you out, turn on and dominate you physically and sexually all at once. Ropes, Flogs, Strap-Ons, Vibrators, Sybians, Knives, Wax, Corruption and more all in her tool box. She just has a problem with actually bringing this gusto to handle resistance without anxiety.
But she has a secret weapon that helps her get into the mindset: Hot Sauce. A burning tongue leads to burning behaivour. ..... Maybe?
History
Novalee was born around Marcoux, France and generally moved around a fair amount. She attended at least four elementary schools and three high schools. They were event coordinators and busy folk. And as an only child, she learned to play with herself but had an ok time making new friends. She was well-liked in most regards. Teachers thought she was sweet, but very curious. So they nurtured her love for books. She eventually became hooked on horror especially, and read over many of the staple and niche authors. Half the battle was just trying to grasp the English. On the flip side, she liked learning autobiographies and also subjects like science and biology, just to learn about the gritty facts about insects, germs, diseases and snippets of philosophy and religion.
Novalee became a writer in her school by writing dark poems and little short stories. Her poems and stories were often morbid, thus, faculty and later her parents thought she was severely depressed. So, they pushed her into some new hobbies. Music, where she learned some hot-cross buns before she hot-cross went-to-bed, then wrestling.... Which was better. She kept up with it enough just to keep herself in good shape. Her passion still remained writing and became her pursuit during online college, having also decided to take entry-level jobs like a barista, waitress and assisting her parents, then used her free time windows to write.
She posted her content on writing forums, which were often incomplete but grueling stories. Lots about writing bugs that had tentacles and the humans being absurdly small, or pathogens wiping everyone out in unique ways with weird symptoms. She found it satisfying. Then there was the BDSM and sex stories she wrote, often weaved in between every short horror tale. Just to keep it fresh. They were all ideas of domination and the romance floating around her head leading up to the nasty. Each one a new kink she wanted to explore. These were often more popular, as you can imagine. And soon, she opened up writing commissions and was totally stunned by what she was commissioned for. Pro Wrestling. Lots of that. Sex-Fighting was also up there, and the wrestlers often asked to write on belonged to LAW. Which... Ahem... She didn't mind after flicking on the TV. In fact, she fell into the rabbit hole and started to gourge on its history, ins and outs, the holds and splats more than ever. She started to even imagine herself doing it professionally, and made a list of moves in her black book SHE wanted to learn. Just what kind of wrestler would she be? The scary sexy one, who's very bad but very... Liked? Is what she told a trainer... Having used the commission money to undergo training before hitting LAW's tryouts. Perhaps too soon. Perhaps not. Time will tell.
Novalee became a writer in her school by writing dark poems and little short stories. Her poems and stories were often morbid, thus, faculty and later her parents thought she was severely depressed. So, they pushed her into some new hobbies. Music, where she learned some hot-cross buns before she hot-cross went-to-bed, then wrestling.... Which was better. She kept up with it enough just to keep herself in good shape. Her passion still remained writing and became her pursuit during online college, having also decided to take entry-level jobs like a barista, waitress and assisting her parents, then used her free time windows to write.
She posted her content on writing forums, which were often incomplete but grueling stories. Lots about writing bugs that had tentacles and the humans being absurdly small, or pathogens wiping everyone out in unique ways with weird symptoms. She found it satisfying. Then there was the BDSM and sex stories she wrote, often weaved in between every short horror tale. Just to keep it fresh. They were all ideas of domination and the romance floating around her head leading up to the nasty. Each one a new kink she wanted to explore. These were often more popular, as you can imagine. And soon, she opened up writing commissions and was totally stunned by what she was commissioned for. Pro Wrestling. Lots of that. Sex-Fighting was also up there, and the wrestlers often asked to write on belonged to LAW. Which... Ahem... She didn't mind after flicking on the TV. In fact, she fell into the rabbit hole and started to gourge on its history, ins and outs, the holds and splats more than ever. She started to even imagine herself doing it professionally, and made a list of moves in her black book SHE wanted to learn. Just what kind of wrestler would she be? The scary sexy one, who's very bad but very... Liked? Is what she told a trainer... Having used the commission money to undergo training before hitting LAW's tryouts. Perhaps too soon. Perhaps not. Time will tell.