As the discussion got a bit fierce, Nox started to recognize a few people: Alex, who was giving a furrowed and confused look to a petite Sturt, waving back from a spot next to Travis. who was had no free seats left nearby, and then there was Amber... whose things probably just got magically knocked down by another petite Sturt, who seemed to greet the professor as Headmaster Burdett's child before shoving all of Amber's things out of their way. Nox simply rolled their eyes and silently slipped into a free spot by Alex to figure out this very specific "Unlocking Spell". Of course, all the Spencer seemed to be doing was trying to diffuse a bomb in the box with mind magic, which was no help to the Jamaican who didn't actually know the spell. They could of course just unlock the box in their own way, they had plenty of ways to do it... but they did want to learn how everyone else was doing that. Well, they did until Amber knocked herself over again and Burdett finished showing off to snark the Spencer about something. Nox decided to practice this Aloha-more-uh stuff later. With Alex having opened his own box, Nox spun theirs around with a grin, "So Amber always gets into it wit' inanimate objects?" The tall Sturt then began to brush their fingers along the box's sides before softly drumming them on the top of the box with increasing speed until they had a soft, rolling pulse that they accented with gentle offbeats and backbeats that finally slowed to a stop as Nox spun the box once more. They then seemed to brushed their hand over the top of the box, towards Amber's table, before rapping their knuckles against the lid--but no noise came with their knocking. Instead, only after snapping shut, it was Burdett's box that knocked with Nox's rapping knuckles. Nox then shot Alex a wicked grin as they just took the whole lid off their box—any locking mechanisms and hinges were gone, leaving nothing but a plain box. Transfiguring the lock and hinges into a new lock and hidden surprise for someone else's box counted as unlocking their own box—right?
Nox Ntonni earned a Medal Class Champion Level One
Nox Ntonni earned a Medal School Superstar Level One
Nox Ntonni earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level Three
After following the doctor, Nox sat down on the examination table and rolled their shoulders back with a strained sigh, "Work happened." Nox then gave an understanding nod before they debated whether or not they could sneak a nap in, but that thought went out the window as they tried to figure out how to answer the question. As the doctor got to work, Nox continued, "I mean it weren't goin' be nasty to me… at first…" Their lilt drawled the last part with a gravelly hum as they decided to ramble their way around to an actual answer. "But one of my old Cape York ranger managers called me to jump t'ru the Bush Telly to help confirm 'di sighting of a magical reptile wit' some pictures." With a thoughtful pout, Nox's sea-green gaze landed back on Teagarden, "But one of 'dem got seen by 'di creature, but they didn't know so I rushed over to push 'dem away so…" From the corner of their mouth, the Sturt lightly sucked their teeth as they quickly and reluctantly added, "…I got to be 'di one to wrestle out from 'dem jaws of some two-ton bite?"
Nox gave a nod and hum to Sam's introduction before getting back to gillyweed, "I find 'de time it lasts depends on 'di quality, freshness, strain and how well yuh body handles it." Before they could respond to the other person, their name was already given as Amber while already stripping to go swim (and clearly avoid anything to do with fishing.) Hopefully their aquatic shapeshifting could fetch gillyweed quick enough, "I'll go find a good one." They replied with a wide grin and started to wade off the edge of the shallows as they looked back at Sam. Nox simply answered with a sly, "North Queensland," before they bobbed under the waves and darted off like a fish. The duck quacked and ducked its head under for a minute, watching Nox swim until they started picking out some weeds before pulling their head back and swimming back towards Sam. The metamorph then quickly returned and resurfaced in the shallows, weaving a few strands of slimy weed between their fingers high enough for Amber to see as they finished telling Sam, "But I grew up in 'di Caribbean. I transferred from a nomadic school called Callaloo Instituto de Magia."
Nox raised their brows and gave an affirmative "Mm-hmm." Dealing with crocs was always a mess, in general. They grew up around a friendly one but The Great Barrier Reef had plenty of normal, territorial crocodiles. They'd rather swim alongside a gaping great white shark—at least they gave a warning. As Alex talked about Greyheme Nox rolled their eyes and nodded in understanding. "Tell me 'bout it. Got plenty of flack from 'dem fi' figuring how my coursework fit wit' theirs—t'inkin' our Ritual Arts class taught 'Dark Arts'," Nox air quoted in response before adding, "Whatever backasswards definition 'dem used." Nox cast a steely green glare over their shoulder, thinking they had a few ideas as to what was meant by 'Dark Arts': from the rumors of 'muggle-baiting' extracurriculars (which misrepresented aggressors as victims) to how Callaloo simply made coursework and activities inclusive to the diverse student body—there was a lot of ways a stuffy school like Greyheme could look so far down their noses they ended up navel gazing and showing their whole ass. The soft chuckle brought Nox's gaze back to Alex, causing them to slide back on the table and lean back against a column. They simply listened as the other seemed to characterize a situation where it didn't quite sound like they were locked up… but were maybe injured or sick for a long time—to the point they were just now learning how to everyday things? Interesting, but Nox decided it best not to pry. Instead they offered a warm smile, "Sounds like yuh been t'ru a lot, and don' seem to be doin' too bad now wit' your dream wandering." Though, their expression changed with a tall, arching brow, as the conversation took an odd turn with Alex's more upbeat and adventurous response. Nox took a moment to stare at the purple-eyed acquaintance in silence before they recovered some of their wit. "Well fi Queen Nanny's sake—I don't really want to see yuh weird luck at work t'rowin' yuhself into a lethifold hunt." Their tone was measured but filled with some odd mix of amusement and confusion. "At least tell me you maybe can work a patronus while half asleep?"
As Travis looked around their surroundings, Nox narrowed their eyes and cast a quick glance around before the joke was delivered and Nox let a wry smile crawl across their lips as they raised a brow at Travis. "Honestly, yuh shouldn't tempt people, Travis." Whether or not Nox could summon up a corner in the bushlands was a thought to file away for later. The smile grew with the compliment on their sneakiness, though Nox shrugged it off with an, "I try." "You sound a bit like yuh from 'di mountains…" But, after a quick glance at the bush-dog-whisperer, Nox realized Travis didn't really strike them as the mountain-living kinda guy. "Though guess yuh can't beat a good steak." Despite their constant smile, the next round of stick jokes made Nox lean away and roll their eyes. And then, as Travis leaned down to inspect the plant with the unamused pup, the ranger decided now was a great time to magic up a corner… sort of. Once the other two were preoccupied, Nox drew out their wand and cast the spell with a quiet incantation, drawing the dog's excitement and attention to them as the plant's form shifted into a suspension of water and mucky vegetation that only hung in the air for a second before splattering to the ground and onto anyone who didn't get away in time.
Nox should have known their day was going to be a mess the moment their phone buzzed them awake at zero dark thirty in the morning with the urgent voice of their ranger manager from Cape Horn.There was apparently a rare magical creature sighting up north and, with how the manager was "needing" Nox to come through and help with their "experience" and "shapeshifting", the metamorph caught on with a calm, "If 'dis is 'dat magical croc cousin of dugbogs, just say it's 'dere so none of us need to do nuttin'." That response resulted in their being threatened with little-to-no field work and tons of paperwork, so Nox rolled their butt out of bed and threw on something to support their chest before magically gearing up and taking the Narry Bush Telly to Cape York. Once they were there and adapted to the dark, murky water of the mangroves, it didn't take long for the rangers to find the reptile. Or it didn't take long for the massive reptile to find a ranger's limbs dangling over the boat railing. While the speed that Nox outswam the magically-resistant lumbering log of a creature and shove said ranger back behind the railing (with their filming gear) felt like quite the fete, the only thing they could do for what happened next was brace themselves with some rough-and-ready shapeshifting as they got dragged back into the waters. Nox should have known today would start out like an underwater Jurassic wrestling match. By time dawn arrived, Nox had been patched up with bone-mending potions and healing salves, (all of which felt more comfortable with the unconcious body switch of a flatter chest,) but the metamorph was still sore. Whether it was from the haphazard shapeshifting or fighting the jaws of the reptile? They weren't really sure. So, rather than join the other Sturts in getting ready for classes, they walked through the brick and glass door entrance of Tarnagulla Centre and beelined straight for the Hospital Wing. "You in 'dere doc?" Nox's lilting voice called out as they pulled their color block hoodie over their head and walked their well-worn ptah over to the nurse's station. "I got into a likkle bind earlier—" finally, the hoodie came off and bruises peaked out from discolored bandages hugged their dark skin, wrapping around their right shoulder and pecs while more wrapped around their left hand and forearm. They then bent down to pulled up their left pant leg, which revealed another bandage around their thigh. "—and I'm gonna need a clean slate for when I go into Care of Magical Creatures today." Nox then used their free hand to pull back their fiery blend of fuschia and indigo locs and shot Teagarden a bright, warm smile—as if they were just coming in after a nasty fall off a broom.
With the last innuendo, Nox pushed their hand down onto the top of their bush hat, letting the brim hide their deepening blush while their pout peered from out beneath the brim as it curled into another wry smile. With Travis' laughter, Nox arched a skeptical brow and pursed their lips into a dissatisfied line as they pushed the hat back on top of their head of locs, which now sported bright burgundy ends that faded into black roots. Though, their whole expression was broken with the corner of their mouth twitching with a wry smile at the mention of docking points. "Good. Should be ashamed fi 'dat," amusement tryign not to bleed through their tone. When Travis got down to sniff with the pup, Nox had to stop and look around to see if one of the offending plants were upwind from them, else this person was not only a dog whisperer but had a damn good nose. Or maybe they caught scent of something Nox was dragging around? Interesting indeed. Nox took the teasing that time and shrugged, "Whether you lookin' or not, I can get away wit a lot." Once a tap on the rear got the pup moving, Nox followed and kept their gaze on the surroundings as Travis continued to conversation. Though they looked back at the dog whisperer with a skeptical pout as they tried to figure out if "nuts and berries" was an innuendo before deciding it would be better not to know. Their hazel gaze turned back to the environs (and pup) with a relaxed grin. "T'ink I'm some sort of guerilla vegan?" Nox watched the pup look back to make sure the both of them were still following, "Yuh probably safe so long as you got an appetite 'dat can dent 'di carp populations." Finally, with a peppy spin and bark, pup had foud one of the offending water-gorged plants, lush and green, while surrounding plants, which should be budding, withered. The dog eyed where Nox had tucked away their wand before they picked up a nearby stick and smacked it at the tree a few times. When nothing happened they threw it at the humans' feet and glared at it. Nox's shoulders shook with the laughter they held in, knowing full well the dog thought any stick could be a wand if you waved ir around enough. Rather than immediately remedy the situation, Nox decided to lean towards Travis and stage whisper, "I t'ink 'di pup's done wit stick jokes too."
As Alex looked around and caught sight of the webst, Nox wondered if it would be fun to quiz the other about spiders but the croc thing seemed to have captured Alex's attention most. "So long as 'di croc don' sneak up on me, sure." Nox said with a lazy shrug. The lines disappeared into wafting mist as Alex mentioned still being frsh to Tallygarguna, "Oh yeah?" Nox replied curiously. Though, with how the conversation continued to carry on, Nox wondered if Alex had a bit of wanderlust or if something else was fueling this curiosity, especially without having the opportunity to 'see that much of things'. Or maybe it was a bit of both. "'Dere's still plenty I haven't seen or experienced... differen't opportunities appear wit' different walks of life." The songlines they've learned and were still memorizing since coming to Australia came to mind as Nox's voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Am still learning plenty, without bein' on 'di move anymore" "True, can't go wrong wit' a starry sky if you use 'dem right." Then Nox grinned again and shrugged a shoulder towards Alex, "And lucky you, sphinxes prefer guarding Egyptian treasures. If yuh can turn any corner and find one you got some bad luck. Like bad bad. I'd have 'dat looked if yuh truly worried 'bout it." Their tone then took on a more measured amusement as the Jamaican added, "It's 'dem lethifold's who can catch you out in 'di tropics."
Nox Ntonni earned a Trophy Rambunctious Reactor Level One
Nox Ntonni earned a Trophy Explosive Level One
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"
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.
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."
Spend 'di day 'round Melbourne wit' 'di best Valentines date! There was lots of swimming.
Nox Ntonni earned a Medal Status Star Level One
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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).