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  • Birthday 07/07/2001

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    Noxolo Roshwana Ntonni
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    Yaani King Mondschein

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  1. These two were proving more and more entertaining by the minute as one seemed to wildly speculate about Nox's gills and the other supplied a no-nonsense explanation for them. It wasn't entirely correct but it was close enough, and the metamorph felt no need to add anything more to it. "So yuh use gillyweed a lot?" they asked the closest one. When the fish bait came out with the retching, Nox rolled their lips together to hold in their laughter, but, when the comment about this person being a queasy daredevil came out, they couldn't help but bark it out. The duck flapped its wings to regain its balance as Nox added, "Ducks have more human-like personality 'den worms. Makes 'dem easy to relate to." Finally, the duck hopped of Nox's head and swam towards the fish bait, curiously, though they kep the junior ranger in their line of vision. "If you want to catch fish wit yuh hands though, I can go fetch some freshwater gilly." Nox offerred with an easygoing lilt of their voice. Then, without a change in tone or expression, they added, "Just tastes like mint." "I'm Nox, by 'di way"
  2. As Travis apologized for aggressive eating habits, Nox just smiled and shrugged and then chuckled at the excitement for their name. Despite the other's charm and enthusiasm, the junior ranger didn't miss Travis swallowing down some saliva before trying to piece together what, exactly, Nox wanted for help. But then the stick question evolved into an innuendo the wix hadn't even been thinking of. With light a blush, Nox looked away and lightly sucked their teeth for walking straight into that though. But they quickly recovered with awry smile and playful quirk of their brow, "Look, I'm good at some t'ings, but fittin' people to sticks ain't one of 'dem. We can just stick to jerky, fi now." Of course, while the blush had left their face, under their hat their black locs faded into balayage highlights of deep burgundy—bracing for any further innuendos they would surely walk into with this line of questioning. But as Travis continued talking, Nox rolled their lips into a thoughtful pout. They could just gamble and assume, more likely than not, that Travis was magically inclined, especially with the whole 'know more about other places' thing. Since, Nox hadn't actually shown any particular local expertise, other than complaining carp overpopulation—which was a thing everywhere except asian—it would just be easy to assume 'other places' meant Tallygarunga. Of course they got back to the stick thing and Travis still made it sound like an innuendo, while also sounding like the last hint needed to solve the 'are you a wix or not?' question. Nox sucked their teeth again and sighed with a smile, though their highlights were slowly getting brighter. However, rather than turn their attention back to Travis and directly address the 'magic-stick' dilemma, Nox decided to look down at the pup (who clearly wasn't leaving anytime soon) and trying some magic. However, rather than reach for their wand, Nox simply kneeled down and looked into the eyes of the curious pup—its curiousity being only thing the mind magic user needed to do something without a casting tool. Nox focused on images and smells of what they had been doing all day long: finding the water-gorged invasive plants and turning them into plant food and water to magically grow other plants. The pup's head and ears perked up and its eyes widened as Nox kept its attention. "So wit' water," Nox finally began, "yuh can find it in 'di wildest places. Right pup?" The pup's tail began wagging into a blur as it sniffed between Travis and Nox before sticking its nose to the ground and walking around in a winding circles. Finally, the pup stopped, sniffed in one spot a few times, and then began to bow and bark excitedly as it looked between the two humans. Nox then crossed their arms over their chest and raised a brow at Travis, waiting for the dog whisperer's reaction.
  3. Nox watched with interest as their company slowly marveled at their little hideaway, though, when Alex turned back towards them and watched their face closely—even though Nox knew their expression was unchanged—before going on about cleaning, they raised a confused brow. But at the mention of cleaning, the wix's smile slowly grew, cutting into a wicked grin as their gravelly lilt dipped into a rumbling timbre, "Oh, but I like webs." And then they turned away. Though—if anyone looked close enough at some shadowy, stray corner—there were plenty of golden cobwebs hinting at another visitor. As Alex's inspection began Nox rolled onto their back, folding their arms behind their head and crossing their legs over each other, as if they'd laid back from just sitting. But their composure faltered when Alex asked about a croc. A loud laugh bubbled up from their throat, "Got 'di wrong Ntonni for 'di croc t'ing." Then bobbed their top foot up and down for a moment, "'Dem might turn up in here one day though… dunno. But yeah, s'all normal to me." Nox swung their legs over the tabletop and sat at the edge as they grunted, "7th year Sturt transfer—I hail from a school 'round 'di Caribbean." The raven-haired wix then raised up their hand at an angle, as if to gesture at something, but then just held it there, "We was always doin' a nomadic t'ing..." Then, with a twist of their wrist, they then cut their hand through the air over their head and chopped their way down, "We can set up anywhere—Rainforest tops, canopy, understory and floor…." Green lines appeared in the air they cut until they got to tabletop level—then the lines turned blue, "Ocean sunlight, twilight and midnight zones, et cetera…" After bending so low, Nox intertwined their hands and stretched their arms towards the ceiling. "But, as yuh can see, I'm partial to blue holes or cenotes," they let their arms swing apart and fall to their sides as their voice dipped into their own awestruck lilt, "Yuh never know where 'dem go or what 'dem hide."
  4. Spend 'di day 'round Melbourne wit' 'di best Valentines date! There was lots of swimming.


    1. Samantha Hammond

      Samantha Hammond

      Merlin's Beard, what a cute little fella! I'm officially jealous.

  5. Having been delayed by work, Nox walked into the class with freshly, magically cleaned pants and a shirt that rested against their broad chest just as the professor gestured to a lectern table with stones and asked which were real and fake. Which, having not heard what was said beforehand, sounded a little silly, but Nox stuffed their hands into their pocket, foregoned finding a seat, and walked up to the lectern table. Then their lips formed into an "o" as realization set in. And then they took only a few seconds to immediately go back on the hunt for a seat before raising their hand for the second stone, despite not knowing a lick of Celtic or Pict. It was the other two stones that gave it away. For the West Indian, they had studied and read enough logographic languages at Callaloo to know the heiroglyphs weren't anything coherent or useful and that the stone with Cambodian symbols should have had something that looked like sanksrit. The seventh year Sturt also suspected the stones themselves weren't weren't of the same quality as Cambodian and Egyptian artisanry--neveremind what a pain it is to work with either governments to have something loaned out to another country nowadays. If the professor could have pulled such a feat for an introductory lesson, that'd of been a trip. Nox sat up straighter at the mention of going out ito the "field" and searching for runes--which maybe wouldn't be an entirely fair endeavor for someone who worked and learned enough from aboriginal rangers they probably already knew where to find local stufff--but it sounded fun at least! But, after Professor Lyell took attendance with Nox adding a "here" when their name was called, the sturt let their expression stay curious and engaged as they interally counted the minutes until class was over, or until they had another activity to do. Neither of those things happened but the professor did talk about all the textbooks they'd need for class. Five books, precisely. While Nox was not a fan of sitting still during a lecture, they loved reading, even if the subject matter could get a bit dull--but there were reading tricks for getting through things like that. And then just like that the bell rang and class was over. Making a mental note of possibly asking the professor about field trips or going out into the field later, Nox stood up from their seat and got ready to leave.
  6. Nox was later than they'd hopped, having started their morning out a bit rough. It started with waking up with a lot more curves around their chest and hips than they had the day before, which prompted a "I-forgot-to-do-laundry-can-I-stay-home-in-my-pjs" mood, but Adam and Cass weren't having it. Then Nox got called in by their ranger manager for a quick job. So now they were on their way to class in their worn work pants and a shirt that was a bit snug, hoping they hadn't missed much and could find a familiar face in the class. Of course, Nox would have no such luck. All they could see as they walked in was the teacher, answering a student's question, and the backside of a sea heads, which prompted Nox to stand there and look to see if they spotted any familiar… hairstyles. Just as soon as they thought they may have noticed someone, the teacher asked the class a question and Nox perked up a bit, having at least heard the the exchange between the student and professor well enough to have an answer. Though someone else spoke up before Nox, confirming their skill in wandless magic and then… kind of backtracking? Odd. Nox grinned and continued with a perky lilt, "Yuh can use gestures and movement, building up momentum to get magic into certain parts of 'di body--Kinda like jugglin' a vase or mixing a really showy drink." They knew that answer was right for dance magic, at least, and presumed the same principles were true for wandless Western Magic. Then added, "Words and sounds help too." Then the raven-haired wix nodded and stood their, having completely forgotten to find a seat with how accustomed they were to having class on-the-go.
  7. On Alex's opinion of danger, Nox didn't necessarily disagree, but, where various levels of danger and adventure were their norm, they found fun despite the danger, not because of it. But, having just met Alex, maybe 'no stranger to dangerous' had more weight to it than Nox knew. Besides, better a green dream magic-user wander here than the mind of someone shady and well-versed in magically screwing with others' heads. When Alex alluded to a change in their life, or at least sleeping needs, brought about their tendency to wander, Nox hummed and then gave a satisfied smile when their guest good-naturedly accepted their nickname. But Nox also filed 'klutzily bore' away for later use. But when the topic of why they were doing some 'spring cleaning' was broached, Nox didn't let their good mood waiver. Instead, they just chuckled out a, "Maybe," and continued to hold the door open until Alex walked through. Then Nox let the door quietly fall shut behind them both, letting the lingering anxieties and homesickness, that shaped the dreamscape outside, fade into the underwater windows that matched the rest of their 'secret hideout'. "'Cuse mi!" With feigned offence raising their tone, Nox walked past Alex onto the taut, hammock floor. "One—I'm very social. And two—do I look like a textbook villain or somebody who rolled out of bed?" Nox then hopped up and laid down on one of the suspended tabletops, busy with books, and twirled a hand to gesture to themselves and their baggy pajamas. "But nah. Lately I'm just workin' on stuff fi mi job or school." Nox held up a book on transfiguration laws and theories, "Nuttin' real exciting… at least tonight." They set the book back down as a sly grin cut across their lips.
  8. Nox nodded and gave a thoughtful hum at their new acquaintance's living situation, which sounded eerily similar to attending Tallygarunga... unless there was another non-magical boarding school around that Nox didn't pay any attention to. They had even almost forgotten about Tally being a boarding school—an easy feat since they just weren't interested enough in curfews and staying in one spot day and night to keep track of that detail. At the mention of rangers getting personal with wildlife, Nox gave another nod and added, "Yeah? Well, today I'm just gettin' personal wit' plants." The change in the dog-whisperer's tune was, for Nox, more than surprising. One moment it seemed like they weren't interested in any of the food and, in the next, the jerky was snatched up and shredded with an aggressive bite. Though Nox hadn't moved an inch, their eyebrows had shot up in appreciative awe and surprise. The metamorph could understand tearing into jerky with some nice canines—honestly, they thought it was the only way to eat jerky—but they didn't quite tear into it with this person's enthusiasm and effortlessness. Furthermore, their tendency to prowl around the bush and snatch at food originally made Nox think the other person was a hunter, but their lack of gear and their own food, in this heat, was making Nox think they were more eccentric than just an average non-magical human. Maybe it would be best to quickly check if they were on Quillbook? That thought came to a halt, however, when the Bush-Dog Whisperer introduced themselves as Travis. That name seemed way too common for a 'quick' check. The junior ranger just continued to smile and added, "Everybody calls me Nox—short for Noxolo." They then tilted their head to the side with a curious rise of their brows, "If yuh wanna help out I'll give you 'di rest," with a wiggle of the bag, Nox continued, "We been fishing out so much carp, we dunno what to di wit' it—besides cook it and eat it." "But first…" Nox was no wandmaker, but they thought they heard enough about wand fittings that they could make this sound silly to any non-magical person and familiar to any local wix. "If I asked if you had a pocket knife or a… trusty-" then Nox looked at the top of Travis' head, as if gaging his height, "-nine to eleven-ish inch stick in 'dat side pocket-" they then nodded their head towards the pants side that Travis had reached for before noticing Nox, "-which would you say?"
  9. Nox snickered a little as they watched the two mess with a bag that easily swallowed one of their hands deeper than a normal bag should, (at the sacrifice of a pricked finger), before turning their attention to the one who excitedly approached them—or, hopefully, the duck. Fortunately, they were a fan of the duck, but hadn't committed to taking it off Nox's hands. The raven-haired wix smiled with a thoughtful hum and bobbed back down into the water to wet their gills, trying to refocus their attention away from this person's infectious energy and pretty looks and back onto the waterfowl problem. Then the injured one spoke up and Nox's hazel eyes then over to them as they offered a more edible and immediate solution. And it was a solution they immediately got slapped for. Nox gave a throaty laugh as the duck seemed to ruffle its feathers and gave a quiet quack of disapproval. "Don't t'ink it agrees wit' you," the ranger added with a chuckle. "Maybe keep just keep 'dem distracted?" Nox stood back up in the shallows again, "'Dem smart enough to know I'm looking for likkle carp but rude enough to photobomb my shots to catch some." They lifted up their camera tray for the two to see their phone and camera. Finally, Nox pushed the duck off their head and into the water in front of the violent-yet-animal-friendly fisherperson, "I can even tell you where all 'dem fish at deh," they then jerked a thumb back towards to the lake, as the duck contently sat in the water and waited.
  10. Any internal nerves or anxiety that haunted Nox that day began to fall away with a roll of their shoulders since Adam seemed perfectly content to either just get soaked in the rain or to herd the Longhursts onto the boat—which eliminated any awkwardness around Nox swimming off to finish their last day on the reef. At least until the family splashed their way under the boat's puddle-littered awning and Aiden asked about the 'gilly dive'. Nox opened their mouth to answer only to close it into a thoughtful pout as the boat rocked and their arm got caught in a vice-like grip. They raised a brow and looked down at Aiden. Was this a sign of things to come or was Aiden just not good with boats? The ranger manager's chipper voice broke the silence, "You just eat some fresh, local gillyweed and go for a dive. Just need to get you some togs, suppress your gag reflex, and you're good to go." After Cass spoke up, a confident grin crawled across Nox's lips as they looked over at her and added, "Sure! I can just transfigure all a' yuh clothes into wetsuits for a while, if you want." Then they tapped Aiden on the shoulder with a free hand and gestured to the padded benches the other workshop attendees sat on. "Sittin' might be easier 'dan standing?"
  11. Nox nodded in agreement with the newcomer's thoughts on snowy nonsense, but they also sensed the chilly memories that could give form to something substantial if one had the focus. Thank the powers that be the this person didn't—at least for now. As the other continued to express their amazement, Nox was more than a little flattered, but it didn't show beyond their welcoming demeanor. This dream was pretty low-key as far as focus and creativity were concerned, so Nox didn't feel like the compliments and amazement were really earned. With Alex's introduction, Nox's smile pulled into a wider grin as they gripped the offered hand, "Well, if somebody got all of 'di time and personal space, 'dem may not bother wit' it since it can get dangerous." They then shook Alex's hand and added, "Noxolo—Nox for short." Then they let go of Alex's hand, and, with the threat of a laugh bubbling im their throat, added, "So let me get 'dis straight... Yuh wandered here cus sleep is boring and you're a clutz?" Alex then began to throw around an overwhelmingly embarassing amount of praise about art and Nox's dreamscape to where they couldn't help their voice softening into a sincere tone, "Thanks…" but the Jamaican quickly recovered their playful lilt to pivot back to the original excuse, "…but yuh never goin' to live down 'di boring clutz t'ing." "Anyway, let's go." And on Nox's word the people on the street had all gone along with all shops' lights—save for the one closest to them, where warm and cool lights lit up the shop windows. "So 'dis place is just some spring cleaning," Nox gestured around Tallygarunga Road, "where when you let your brain sleeps it reorganizes everyt'ing—feelings, memories, experiences, and perception of 'di world—however it feels like." Nox then walked over to the shop door and held it open for Alex, "But in here's where I sit' 'round, sometimes wit' company, and do what I feel like." The door opened up into a viney, water-filled cavern lit up with warm lamps, the glow of underwater windows, and a massive and taut web-like hammock for the floor. Channels of shelves wound around the walls and were stuffed with Nox's favorite (majority mystery) novels, textbooks and magical manuals or do-it-yourself books. The cavern shelves climbed up towards a leafy canpoy of hanging finger limes, cacao pods and newly budded bush tucker that Nox was still learning about. But the well worn areas of the cave hung off of corners, niches, and cave columns like actual hammocks: tabletops with their centers cutout and replaced with large, looser hammocks, as if they were some kinda hanging lounge desks. And the table surfaces were littered with pillows, books, drums, berimbaus, and random things around that had been charmed or transfigured. Nox gestured around the space and looked back at Alex, "I'm usually scheming and practicing t'ings here."
  12. When they were asked to define 'always', Nox raised an eyebrow as their smile twitched with amusement. It would be far too easy to succumb to this person's charm *and* the pup's cuteness, but the junior ranger decided to wind a hand down to their hip and collect themselves to listen some more. With the ongoing explanation, Nox raised their brows and nodded along while wondering if this person actually *lived* out in the bush, until it was revealed there was no food of their own in the bag. Nox rolled their eyes and shoulders back in defeat as their new acquaintance snickered. Once the pup was dismissed and began to timidly sniff its way around the two of them, Nox waved their free hand off to the side, "So… guessin' you live nearby?" The pup then began to lean and sniff near Nox's boots before retracing their path through the bush, probably following the scent of wet dirt and freshly grown foliage. Instead of minding the pup, Nox continued talking "I'm t'inking 'rolling from 'di bush' is part of my job description." They pulled at the aboriginal rangers patch on their shirt and then reached up to dig around any inner shirt pockets for their snacks. When nothing turned up they held up a forefinger as they dug around their front pant pockets. But it was only when their hand migrated to their back pockets that they dropped their finger and pulled out fistful of a crinkling, pullstring bag, despite the fact the bag was maybe a bit big for a non-magical back pocket (or someone with a smaller butt and back pocket real estate than them.) "So you don' do nuts or berries?" Nox fingered their way into the bag which held three separate (and somehow not smushed) plastic bags of food, "All I got is muntries and finger lime fruit leather rolls, honey-roasted and salted sandalwood nuts, and some thick cuts of smoked carp jerky." The bag was then tilted towards their companion with a wide grin, as they added, "Pick yuh poison, bush-dog whisperer." They weren't sure if any of this would appeal to the other person, but Nox figured an aversion to nuts and berries meant they either liked processed junk food or meat.
  13. Nox barely tilted their head back up as their eyes darted over to the source of the voice, which happened to be an unfamiliar person with oddly colored eyes. Rather than respond right away they just slowly blinked. As this person continued talking to them, Nox closed their eyes, focusing on how to get the dream back on track… only to sense that this person wasn't part of their dream. They were visiting. Thick lips mouthed out an 'oh' as Nox resettled their hazel gaze on the newcomer. It wasn't strange to get a visitor every once and a while, but usually those were people were familiar or people trying to wake them up, so this was a little new for the wix. Nox fully raised their head back up and let a small grin crawl over their lips, "Well, what's different to you sounds like any 'ole stroll to me…" they gave a shrug and stuffed their hands into their short pockets, before arching a brow and adding a mumbled "Except 'dat snow t'ing." "But no," came their amiable lilt, "I don' see anyt'ing special." Not that using dream magic to learn to adjust their eyesight or change it was a new concept for the shapeshifter, but that wasn't on Nox's agenda for the night. "Was trying to mek it look like an Australian sky, so yuh either goin' to need to tilt it or yuh head—I picked 'di easier option." The dark-haired wix then walked to one end of the bench as they continued regarding their visitor, "If I was expectin' company maybe I'd of shown off." Then they hopped off the bench and onto the sidewalk, where their impact smoothed the pavement into a round window looking down at a busy coral reef that wound itself into a dark trench. Without missing a beat, Nox casually un-pocketed a hand gestured it towards their guest, "Who're you to come crash mi dream, anyway?"
  14. With their locs twisted into a low bun, Nox was decked out in their beige slouch hat, ranger pants and unbuttoned shirt, and olive undershirt, hanging flat over their chest, as they patrolled the bush and hunted down water-guzzling invasive plants. Rather than spray plants with herbicide or uproot them by hand, Nox was practicing their wandwork by transfiguring the plants into nutrients and water that the native bush tucker could be charmed to root in and feed off of. But progress was slow and steady, as making sure the plants had enough shade to (try) and keep cool and didn't grow too quickly and suck up all the plant food was easier (and less conspicuous) with their machete. Of course, the fastest way would have been magical drumming with a good drum, but that would draw way more attention than waving a twisty stick at every plant they didn't like. As they quietly transfigured a few more problem plants, they heard a voice and looked over to see someone stalking towards a little pup, then babying and feeding the animal like some sort of parent. Nox couldn't hide the dopey smile on their lips. It was too cute. Unsure if the other person was rubbing their pants out of habit or checking for something like a wand, Nox put slid their own wand into a pocket and called out, "You always out here being a dog whisperer?" Then they gestured at the other person's bag of goodies that was pulled away from the pup. "And did you pack anyt'ing for yuh self in 'dere?"
  15. The night sky was sprinkled with constellations that squeezed the bright balls of Venus and Jupiter between Scorpius and Ophiuchus on the Southeast horizon. Only the occasional wispy cloud passed over the view as a fresh breeze blew through the busy streets and brightly lit shops of Tallygarunga road. Among those walking along the road, was Noxolo Ntonni, completely barefoot and looking like they had just gotten out of bed. Their long, dark locs hung down their baggy, color-block hoodie, which hid any and all curves above their thighs, and they wore of pair of baggy shorts that stopped just below their knees—a wardrobe that should probably draw a few stares at this time of night. But no one ever looked their way. After all, this place wasn't quite what it seemed and Nox just came here to relax and think. Eventually, the barefoot wix dragged and drummed their fingers along a brick wall, which rang out with the chipper chimes of a steel drum before flipping into an aerial aú and landing on a nearby bench with the deep gong of a hang drum. If anyone here was actually becoming aware of Nox's nonsense, the capoeirista certainly hadn't noticed yet. So the capoeirista just turned to face the Southeastern horizon and then tilted their head onto their right shoulder—as if that was the proper way to view the sky—as they decided whether or not they should keep goofing around or do something productive.
Noxolo Roshwana Ntonni
Junior Ranger Seventh Year
17 year old Halfblood Human They/Them
Age:  17
Date of Birth: July 7th, 2001
Birthplace: Cockpit Country, Jamaica
Year Level: Seventh Year
Occupation: Junior Ranger
Blood Status: Halfblood
Species: Human
Player:  JazZay
Pronouns: They/Them
Patronus: Hummingbird
Wand: Bendy, Cocobolo and Bocote wood, spiraled shaft, dragon heartstring core, 13” 1/3
Play-by: Yaani King Mondschein

2011 - 2018: Callaloo Instituo de Magia

2018: A Junior Ranger for the GBRMPA (Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Authority) working under Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Traditional Owner groups

2019: Tallygarunga, Sturt House

  • Uses mind magic (Legilimency/Occlumency/Dream Magic) to create mutualistic relationship with creatures and create dreamscapes for studying (to the point that "napping" and "studying" are interchangeable terms for Nox)
  • Their metamorph ability to mimic nonhuman body parts is not well known outside of aboriginal ranger groups, family & friends, and Callaloo.
  • At Callallo they were one of the most skilled members of Fêtes & Fiends, where they developed a love for pranks & morbid humor.
  • Used a machete, an idiophone/drum, and dancing to cast magic up until they needed to get fitted for a wand for studying abroad (and it shows in how they handle their wand like a blade or a drumstick).
  • Instead of having a wand fitting before Callaloo, goblins matched Nox with materials/ingredients that resonated with their magic which let them gather and/or build anything they needed.
  • Close Family/Friend Pet Names: “Nono” and “Cuttlefish”, the latter stemming from an embarrassing childhood tantrum and eating lots of gillyweed.
General Knowledge
  • Bibliophile (textbooks, nonfiction, instruction manuals, mystery fiction, and comics)
  • West Indian/Afro-Caribbean
  • Intense Capoerista/Dancer
  • Mostly uses bush telegraph to travel to and from work as a junior ranger for local aboriginal rangers.
  • Sometimes brings work to school.
  • Can set up nearly any type of workspace on-the-go.
  • Acquired and trained a pet Tiger Spider after moving to Australia.
  • Does better with practical classwork and presentations than written assignments and still needs to practice with a wand.
  • Came from semi-nomadic life and a nomadic school in the Circum-Caribbean and attended classes alongside halfbreeds and diverse species.
  • Uses “wix” and “bru” (from bruxos/as and brujos/as) interchangeably
  • Can speak plenty of Caribbean gobbledegook and mermish languages. Also speaks(Jamaican) Patwah, Portuguese, Spanish, English, Taíno, and some Nahuatl, other Arawakan, and Zoque.
  • Genderqueer/Pansexual: Was not raised with Western gender norms and does not abide by them—trying to explain them to Nox often earns an unamused and/or confused stare. Relationship-wise, Nox prefers to dote or fawn over more than one person and is an awkward flirt who is always happy to cut to the chase.
  • Metamorph: A “blink and you'll miss it” kind of thing—those spending the most time around Nox may notice changes in appearance takes too little effort.

Nox is the type of person that believes rules are merely guidelines, the law is up to personal interpretation, and, as long as you know you can get away with something, there is nothing stopping you from doing it. This creed has honed Noxolo into a wix with sly and sneaky habits best suited to a discreet thief, but ones they cater to like a magician or a street performer. If they want, they can hide/mislead just about anything/anyone with an entertaining performance or a well timed prank.

This trickery and Noxolo's practical use of being a metamorph has made them adept at acting or hiding emotions, but they tend to picky about the company they keep and who they drop the act for. Usually this results in their carefree and playful nature becoming punctuated by sudden moments of morbid, blunt, and critical analysis—so they aren't one to beat around a subject (unless they find it amusing, or can literally beat something). Alternatively, if magical music, dance, fun, and resourcefulness can resolve something, those are  always their go-to tactics.


At 183 cm (6'0”), with nutmeg-colored skin, Nox fills out their lanky frame with toned and compact muscles that broadens their hips and shoulders while cinching their waist. This gives them a curvy body that, regardless of how and where their subconscious genderqueer metamorphing makes curves appear or disappear, compliments their other features: thick, tapered brows that arch over almond eyes; sweeping lashes that frame a hazel, sea-green stare; thick black hair that corkscrew into kinky curls; a wide nose that rest above full lips; a gravelly voice that lilts with their Jamaican accent, and a strong jaw framing their round face.

Their hair is usually worn in colorful ombre locs (that may change day to day if not throughout the day) and styled with bandanas and head wraps. Other clothes they wear vary from fitted wraps to comfortably fitting pants (that they can roll up) to short sleeved colorblock hoodies with designs of silhouetted creatures crawling, swimming or flying over the fabric.

And then there's pockets. Nox always has an available pocket to spare: flat pockets, cargo pockets, dress pockets, expandable pockets, hidden pockets, spare pockets, or pockets in pockets—they have pockets everywhere and for everything.


Born "like a chile paraded true J'ouvert"—according to their parent's sibling—Noxolo made their debut as a metamorph to a semi-nomadic magical family in Cockpit Country, Jamaica. The little shapeshifter would grow up as an avid capoeirista, ethologist, and horticulturist in an Afro-Taino culture that channeled transfiguration and mind magic through mixed martial arts, dance, music, food, and art. These practices helped their culture make mutualistic relationships with the environment by providing magical and non-magical restorative, surgical, medicinal and preventative care to local wildlife in exchange for harvesting surplus or unwanted resources. With Nox's family favoring apex predators and marine creatures, the young wix learned about them and favored them the most.

Whenever travels took Nox's family near big cities, they enjoyed finding and collecting books (textbooks, mystery novels, comics and etc) and watching movies, which was their first introduction to Western pop culture and gender norms. Despite not understanding all the cultural nuances, they developed a thirst for reading/watching stories and shapeshifting to mimic fictional characters. They eventually learned to put magical protective films on their own books so they could stuff them in magical pockets and take them to read on their family's inclement routes around the Caribbean.

In 2011, Nox was old enough to attend their family's school-of-choice: a nomadic Circum-Caribbean called Callaloo Instituto de Magia, where they would cultivate skills for potions, herbology, charmwork, dancing, music, and Capoeira as a strong foundation for furthering their adeptness with transfiguration and mind magic. Once they were mature enough, Nox would be able use their own memories/experiences and those of friendly companion animals to create dreamscapes for studying, relaxing and getting a good (literal) feel for how nonhuman body parts functioned for practical shapeshifting. That, alongside mimicking fictional characters, helped Nox became a great actor and a creative shapeshifter that easily fit in with Callaloo's infamous Fêtes & Fiends extracurriculars, which organized parties to honor the school's cultures and entertain students, and to help indigenous people scare illegal poachers, miners and loggers off their land with frightening disguises and pranks.

Wanting more academic and socioeconomic mobility and more knowledge on tropical and coastal ecosystems, Nox applied to Western Schools in Oceania. But, when many schools were too expensive, questioned the Jamaican's academic credentials, or classes weren't available, Nox decided to participate in a homestay with Australian Aboriginal people.

Fortunately, Nox was offered to live with approved muggle traditional owners, who worked for the GBRMPA (Great Barrier Reef Marine Park Authority), and learn Great Barrier Reef songlines and traditional tracking methods by working as a junior park ranger for North Queensland aboriginal ranger groups. In exchange, Nox put their metamorph and mind magic skills to the test by adapting to various aquatic environments to more easily work with and study the behaviours of local plants & creatures. This allowed them to operate equipment and survey ecosystem dynamics with little to no gear, upkeep or training. Consequently, ranger managers began assigning Nox to more challenging projects that forced them to build up their endurance, be more resourceful or learn how to use their magic in new ways (or barely at all when electronics weren't magic proof). So transfiguration and charmwork were used to make equipment repairs and replacements, or to makeup for something shapeshifting didn't entirely solve, while using mind magic with wildlife became a fun and relaxing challenge.

Noxolo continued their grueling and rewarding work as a junior ranger from June 2018  to the end of the year, until they finally got word of their being accepted into Tallygarunga for their final year of schooling.

Filled with excitement, confusion, and anxiety of the inevitable culture shock, Noxolo prepared for the 2019 Tallygarunga school year: they found a new homestay in Narragyambie, began working with local aboriginal rangers, and finally got a Quillbook (which they only seem interested in using like Instagram for wildlife photos).