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Nouiomo “Noon” Onyx
Book Series: The Noon Onyx Series (I don’t know who named it that; it sounds a little narcissistic if you ask me)
Job: Student at St. Lucifer’s Law School (good ole St. Luck’s) where they train us to be Maegesters or demon peacekeepers. (We don’t have a say in the matter. If you’re born with waning magic, you train to be a Maegester. Period. End of story. Even if you’re the only female with waning magic anyone’s ever heard of.) It’s a job that’s as musty and dusty and full of old books as it is a job that’s bloody and muddy and full of things that can kill you.
Weight: Not enough. My Manipulation instructor (he teaches us how to control our magic, shape it into a weapon, and then fight with it) is always telling me how disadvantaged I am. I have no prior experience, I’ve developed bad habits, and I’m not as physically large as the demons I may have to fight. (Care to cast your vote for me now in the Supernatural Smackdown? ;-)) That’s okay because my magic is some of the strongest magic anyone at St. Luck’s has ever seen.
Hair Color: A demon once compared my hair to “the cool dark waters of a mountain spring at midnight”— just before comparing my skin to the white milky sap of a dandelion and my lips to a quivering beating heart. Yep, he was a perverted misogynist, and yep, he got what was coming to him.
Eye Color: Dark brown, which sounds kind of boring. Would it help if I described them as “entirely black, devoid of pupils and eerily intense” “smoky and unreadable” or “like two bits of blown black glass”? Okay, never mind. That would be cheating. That’s how I’ve described Ari’s eyes. (What can I say? I’m hopelessly in love with him.) Truth is, my eyes are often bleary and bloodshot and usually have deep, dark circles under them.
From (Location): Etincelle, a sleepy little village across the Lethe from New Babylon, the city where St. Luck’s is. Etincelle is old money & old magic.
Significant Other: Aristos “Ari” Carmine – another Maegester-in-Training at St. Luck’s. He was adopted and grew up in Bradbury, a New Babylon neighborhood that is full of hard-working humans with no magic: dockworkers, longshoremen, and stevedores.
Signature Move: Honestly? My signature move is to avoid killing and being killed. But admitting that first part here probably isn’t the best idea. I heard we have to take Artifice class next year. It will teach us how to say things like “Laborare pugnare parati sumus. To work or fight; I am ready.” And to look like we mean it. Of course, I know it takes more than artifice to make a good fighter. It takes heart and courage. It takes internal conviction, not external bluster. But, hey, I’ll take all the help I can get.
Kill Highlights: [grinds teeth] [bites lip] [‘fesses up] I’m gonna be severely under experienced for this competition, aren’t I? That’s okay. I love underdogs. They can surprise people.
Enemies: Rogare demons. In my world, some demons are law-abiding, while some are not. They’re all scary, but the ones who can’t even follow the rules – who take far more than the sacrifices they are offered – they are the ones who are truly evil. It’ll be my job as a Maegester (ahem, if I live to see Graduation Day) to serve the law-abiding demons and police the evil ones.
Favorite Pastime: Who has time for a pastime? I’ve got a library carrel full of mind-numbing, head-spinning, guaranteed-to-make-your-eyes-glaze-over treatises, hornbooks, primers, casebooks, and legal reporters all waiting to be read. I have five classes and five hundred (thousand) hours of school work to catch up on. I’ve got my first field assignment coming up and now I’ve been drafted for this Supernatural Smackdown. But there’s a reason I agreed to do it. Someone close to me needed my help. So, as uncharacteristic as willingly entering a “smackdown” may be for me, I am ALL IN!
Okay, so it’s pretty obvious from my bio above that I take rules and instructions seriously. (Who of us who lives in Halja doesn’t?) You asked for a brief bio and I gave you the story of my life.
Those of you that know me may be wondering what the heck I’m doing here. What in all of Luck’s blasted battlefield would a pacifist be doing in a cage match?
It’s Fitz’s fault. He’s one of my buds from St. Luck’s. And he got himself into trouble. He’s always getting himself into trouble, but this time he ticked off Darius Dorio, our Council Procedure professor. (There are only two people keeping Fitz enrolled at St. Luck’s: Dorio and Waldron Seknecus, the Dean of Demon Affairs, which is ironic since Fitz has absolutely no magic). My point? Fitz is on dangerous ground with the faculty. Dorio, who loves a good show, hinted to me that if I were to perform “admirably” in this smackdown he might reconsider his recommendation to expel Fitz.
Well, I have no idea what “admirably” means. It could mean anything from me taking the WORLD CHAMPION SUPERNATURAL TITLE to me falling on my face (come to think of it, either would probably suffice; “admirably” probably just means “entertaining” to Dorio). But, nonetheless, that brings me to *here* – this cage match. I figured, since Fitz got me into this mess, he could introduce me. But Seknecus forbade him to leave campus. So, it falls to me to do it, which is probably for the best, right?
But how to begin? Certainly not with the ponderous description that usually precedes me when I’m formally introduced (“This is Nouiomo Onyx of Etincelle, daughter of Karanos Onyx, executive of the Demon Council, and Aurelia Onyx nee Ferrum of the Hawthorne Tribe”). And definitely not with the calling cards I sometimes imagine for myself (the latest iteration would probably include things like “destroyer of gardens and greens” “accidental demon killer” “bonfire fan” “paranoid about showing décolletage due to demon mark” “great dancer after drinking ensorcelled apple wine” and “near permanent resident of the unpopular tax and tithing section of Corpus Justica, our law library”).
Let’s just dispense with the introduction. I think you know me well enough by now. Well enough to answer this question.
How likely is it that I’ll shape a dagger… or a sword… or a sickle… or a scythe… or any other deadly weapon out of waning magic and then use it to dismember or disembowel a fellow combatant?
I know how to do it. But let’s face it. I’m not going to. If getting blood on my hands or burning someone is a sine qua non for victory in the ring, I’ll find another way to help Fitz.
Now *some people* (ahem, Brunus) might start snarkily suggesting right about now that my next move will be to sit down crisscross applesauce style on the floor while insisting that all of you up in the stands hold hands. No way. I’d much rather grab a drink with everyone – including whoever my opponent is – and then head back here to watch the next match. Care to join me? Marduk’s at St. Luck’s? That way Fitz can come too.
Raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Jill earned a bachelor of science from Penn State University and later moved to Baltimore to attend the University of Baltimore School of Law, where she graduated magna cum laude. She went on to practice law as a “dirt lawyer” for ten years, specializing in real estate law, municipal development, commercial leasing, and anything involving exceedingly lengthy legalese-like contractual monstrosities.
Jill now lives in rural Maryland with her two children and husband, who is a recreational pilot. Weekends are often spent flying around in the family’s small Cessna, visiting tiny un-towered airfields and other local points of interest.
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About this Book:
Lucifer and his army triumphed at Armageddon, leaving humans and demons living in uncertain peace based on sacrifice and strict laws. It is up to those with mixed demon and human blood, the Host, to prevent society from falling into anarchy.
Noon Onyx is the first female Host in memory to wield the destructive waning magic that is used to maintain order among the demons. Her unique abilities, paired with a lack of control and reluctance to kill, have branded her as an outsider from her peers. Only her powerful lover, Ari Carmine, and a roguish and mysterious Angel, Rafe Sinclair, support her unconventional ways.
When Noon is shipped off to a remote outpost to investigate several unusual disappearances, a task which will most likely involve trying and killing the patron demon of that area, it seems Luck is not on her side. But when the outpost settlers claim that an ancient and evil foe has stepped out of legend to commit the crimes, Noon realizes that she could be facing something much worse than she ever imagined…
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