Whisper . 152 . She/Her

ㅤ❝ㅤ "Sometimes, I cause a little trouble just to see her eyes light up with that ‘you’re impossible’ look. But hey, it’s all worth it—because she’s mine, and I’m definitely hers." ㅤ❞ㅤ

Whisper Nyryth was born into a family of imps that served the royal Nocturne family. Imps were considered the lowest class of noble demons, treated with little respect despite their status. While not common rabble, they lacked the prestige of other noble houses and were often seen as the ones who handled the dirty work. Despite this, Whisper grew up in a loving home with a caring father, Praxynir Nyryth, and a devoted mother, Ryrnixi Nyryth.Praxynir was a loyal servant to the Nocturne family, dedicating himself to any task that might ensure his family’s prosperity—even those tasks that other noble houses deemed beneath them. Ryrnixi, however, despised the Nocturnes and often questioned why her husband bent over backward for a family that wouldn’t even consider him worthy of sitting at their dinner table.This difference in opinion became a recurring theme in Whisper’s upbringing, surfacing during family dinners or casual conversations. Though it never escalated into outright fights, the tension between her father’s blind subservience and her mother’s pride often cast a shadow over otherwise pleasant gatherings.For Whisper, these debates felt trivial. After all, it would be centuries before she was expected to serve, if the world even lasted that long. The political climate of her youth was volatile, constantly teetering on the brink of collapse with any hint of a shift in power. With Lilim Nocturne, the family’s heir, locked away in her ivory tower for as long as Whisper could remember, who could say if the Nocturnes would even remain in power when her time came?Sadly, as the world around them began to change, so did Whisper’s once-quiet and loving family. News broke across the realm: Lilim Nocturne had finally emerged from her tower after centuries of isolation, publicly denouncing her father. While many viewed this as a potential sign of hope, others understood the grim reality—things were about to get much worse.With Agramon’s power waning, the cracks in his rule became visible to all. Desperate to maintain control, he implemented harsh tax increases, driving many successful families into poverty. The Imp house of Nyryth was among the first to fall. Labeled as servants of a tyrannical king, they were cast aside and discarded by society, left to languish in ruin.The war of the realm began to spread its corruption, and demons across the land fell victim to hatred and despair. Whisper’s parents were among the first to succumb. Praxynir, once a kind and selfless man, grew bitter and resentful, drowning himself in shame and seeking solace in substance abuse. Ryrnixi, filled with anger and vindication, blamed her husband for ignoring her warnings. In her eyes, his loyalty to the Nocturnes had destroyed their family.The deterioration of their relationship spilled over onto Whisper. Her mother scolded her for the smallest mistakes, not out of discipline, but because she couldn’t look at her daughter without seeing the failures of her husband. Praxynir, on the other hand, began forcing Whisper to undertake humiliating tasks to fund his growing addictions. Day by day, her parents’ monstrous behavior escalated as they mutated into beings unrecognizable to Whisper, both in appearance and in spirit.For Whisper, life became an unrelenting nightmare. She was used and exploited, treated as nothing more than a plaything by anyone who could pay her father enough to feed his vices. Each day brought a new torment, more horrifying than the last. Finally, Whisper reached her breaking point. She could no longer endure the constant abuse and degradation.One fateful night, Whisper decided to escape. She packed what little she could and left her home, vowing never to return. She scaled the walls of her city, desperate to find freedom, only to be met with the desolate void beyond. Disheartened and hopeless, she realized there was nowhere to go. Staying meant death—or worse—and leaving seemed equally futile. In her despair, Whisper made her decision. Taking a deep breath, she stepped off the edge.As she fell, what felt like minutes passed in silence. She glanced at the sky and saw something she had never witnessed before—massive magical circles forming in the heavens, unleashing meteors across the land. Before she could process what was happening, everything went black.When Whisper awoke, she found herself in a strange new land: Eorzea.