Playing with her prey, head games if they don't immediately start sweating under the collar. Nyskrte shows surprisingly mercy to Claymores, her natural enemies, who become down for the count when they confront her. Also enjoys walks at night when the skies are open and the stars are out.
She despises weak yoma and will not hesitate to slay them. Anyone who mocks her appearance or attempts to manipulate her usually ends up dead. Basically, if she doesn't like something, she does her damnest to destroy it.
Cold and calculating, two factors that have kept her alive till this day and kept others at bay. Avoids making oaths, pacts or agreements with anyone be they human or yoma. Nyskrte also has a very twisted imagination that occasionally shines through her actions, such as arranging corpses to spell out a message or in compromising situations.
Withering Touch: This awakened one chooses not to consume the blood and guts of prey, she takes her fill of the liquids in their bloodstream instead by embracing them tightly. On her desire, physical contact with her skin can causes others to suffer debilitating pain and appear to age rapidly. However, this effect is only temporary should the contact break. When hungry, she loses the ability to control this and as a precaution measure cocoons herself in a suit of obsidian armor that can be likened to a fingernail, dead yet functional.
Wild Growth: Nyskrte can naturally regenerate wounds or lost limbs over time like most of her kind, or opt for a more spontaneous and abnormal result, often resulting in dangerously-shaped protrusions that can occasionally prove useful in combat. In order to use this skill, Nyskrte must be dismembered or gouged in some fashion and focus a considerable burst of yoki to the area she wishes the growth to sprout from. When not in the heat of battle, these growths can slowly be crafted into armor or weapons of steel-like strength.
As far as Nyskrte was concerned, she had no parents, she just was. Either they abandoned her or were killed before she could construct memories, the first were of the orphanage and the strange spectacled man dressed in black who gathered her up in the night. Her world was shook violently as she suddenly found herself subjected to inhumane experiments and ruthless training regimes as a youth, no choice in the matter, no chance of escape. There were others like her in the same position and she could do nothing to help the many others that failed to meet her captor's expectations by either dying on the table, natural causes like illness or from exhaustion.
By the end of the condition, Nyskrte was broken and danced to the tune of her masters. This wouldn't be the case forever however as she'd managed to keep part of herself intact within the deep recesses of her mind, set to trigger when the time and conditions were right for it. She was a loyal servant for years, dispatching yoma in her region without setback and on occasion banding with other Claymore to take on more dangerous opponents. The feeling of the yoma grew within her body as did her rank, it craved for release and to feed, but the training she'd endured as a child kept it in its place for the time being.
Somehow, the organization caught on to this feeling deep within. The eye of her time reported her internal bouts and she began to receive the suicide missions she'd heard rumors about from other Claymore. This was the catalyst that brought back the hatred she'd felt as a child, before they'd broken her in.
Awakening intentionally to insult those who gave her no choice but to make a deal with the devil or die, she deserted the organization and refused to be a puppet to them any longer. An execution squad was quickly dispatched but didn't anticipate the awakened Nyskrte to manipulate the newly acquired levels of yoki so readily, the reasoning behind this was that she'd been bringing herself to the brink many times before in preparation and using her knowledge of those sent to execute her. Unwilling to allow herself to be killed by her old comrades, she fled from the #9, #14, #17 and #21 by luring them into a well-prepared trap that confused them long enough for Nyskrte to make good her escape.
She hasn't been sighted by the organization since as she carefully selects her meals, attacking mountaineers and other brave explorers ensuring no witnesses, then dumping their remains in deep lakes or impassable terrain that most wouldn't care to traverse. Nyskrte one day hopes to instigate the destruction of the organization that forced her and many other Claymores into this impure existence. To blend in with human civilization, she shortly after fleeing consumed and transformed into another woman's form, Cassidy, who'd lost her family in a yoma attack days before and never concieved that she'd become a mask for twisted abomination like Nyskrte.
Nyskrte maintains the 6'0" human form of Cassidy even in battle as it serves her purposes, as the awakened form is large and easier to strike. She wields a claymore and large shield made of herself into battle, both of which she grafts from her body like the armor. Not breaking old habits, Nyskrte fighting style is much like that of any other Claymore except she also opts to use a shield, making use of the added strength awakening has provided her.