It seemed Jayley only ended up in the mysterious dragon’s presence under very specific conditions.A groan rumbled from her throat as the rustling of wind chimes stirred her as she laid flat on her back near a rolling stream. Mixed eyes fluttered open to stare at a dark sky nearly painted over with inky leaves. It had to be the middle of the night, and pupils enlarged to adjust and kick her night vision into play. She felt as though she had been run over by a heard of buffalos. What the hell happened?The moment she tried to sit up she felt a large, scaly hand press to her chest and push her back into the dirt by the stream. Too weak to resist, she followed the long white clad arm up to it’s owner. Yorumei. Mr. Uranakei. Or as Jayley likes to call him, Creepy Scaleback. He sat beside her, yet his white robes still seemed pristine. Not a single speck of twelveswood dirt on him. “You need rest now. Don’t move.”Her brows pinched in confusion and her head lulled to the right to peer at the stream, then to the left to inspect the woods that surrounded them. “Wha’ happens?” She croaked, lifting a hand up with much displeasure in the muscles of her arms to rub at her face.A wicked, awful grin that knew everything but revealed nothing spread on the dragon’s face. Of course he wasn’t going to tell her. This was probably amusing to him.A dull look is given in response and she grunted under her breath. “Ya ares reallys fuckin’ weirds…”
❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞
Jayley didn’t know Yoru well. In fact, his mere existence still sent the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She had never met someone that she could literally describe as metallic. He was unnerving, and unsettling, and still she felt more at ease around him than most Seeker men.Alas here she sat in his room, leaning this way and that to warily eye the papers that just seemed to float above her head. An arm was clasped over her middle, brow twitching. Lafeyette had talked her into seeing the man for another round of healing, only this time he seemed more interested in his odd trinkets of magic that were furthering the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.“What’s tha’?” She squinted at a floating, shallow bowl filled with a glittering liquid.A predators smile spread on Yoru’s lips as he glided to stand beside Jayley, wind causing goosebumps on her neck and the sound of faint music ringing in her ears forcing the gangly things to twitch.“It is nothing and something all the same. But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams.” He responded.Of course, he didn’t turn the bowl for Jayley. No, instead his clawed hands reached out to grab hold of her head, turning and delicately manhandling it into quite possibly the most awkward Jayley had ever had to stand in. A small urk escaped her in response and she side eyed Yoru like the insanity she believed him to be.The look he gave her was not one that was going to back down. Rather than risk the dragon’s fire, mismatched eyes hesitantly flicked into the bowl of waters. Nothing.She saw nothing. Quite literally. Glittering water had swirled into the absence of reality. There was no darkness, no light. There was no sound. Nothing to grasp and look at and nothing to focus on. Pupils flicked back and forth rapidly, desperately trying to find something in this vision. Her chest was growing tight and panic was rising as nothing came. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And then, out of no where, it was so loud that it threatened to shatter Jayley’s ear drums: A roar.Jayley yanked herself out of Yoru’s grasp, nearly stumbling over his animated bulb as a snarl came in response. He only gave her a knowing smile while she stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers. Her lips peeled back beneath her mask in a snarl and fur bristled before she turned to the nearest window, yanking it open and throwing herself out of it. Nope. She did not like seeing that man.
So I know not a ton of people who follow this blog actually RP with Yorumei or Xavarian, but to those who do, I’m throwing out here that I might not be logging into the game a whole lot for a time, and it’s entirely because I’ve been consumed with the urge to draw way too many things lately.
That said, that doesn’t mean I won’t be around! And this is essentially saying that if you’d like to RP with one of my characters, let me know via skype, the tumbles, or whatever way outside of the game you know you can reach me. I am totally down to RP, and you won’t be bothering me in the least by giving me a poke or screaming about characters, but I wanted to post this up in case some people were waiting for me to show up on their friendslist or catch me in game or something, and just consistently not seeing me there. This is a headsup that you likely won’t find me there; I have a tendency of getting lost in the art void for hours on end, unless I get little flashy messages to save me look at.
[A very descriptive and detailed profile of your character]
NAME: Yorumei Uranakei
AGE: 23
SPECIES: Au ra (Raen)
GENDER: Male-ish
MARITAL STATUS: Single
BIRTHPLACE: Doman Village
BIRTH: 23rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
PATRON: Nymeia, the Spinner
CLASS: Practicers of both Conjury and Astromancy would find Yorumei’s methods to his ‘art’ rather unusual or ‘incorrect’. He’s somewhat more of a witch or an undefined mage than anything distinct to common Eorzean practice, with bastardized bits and pieces of familiar process from several.
PROFESSION: ‘Diviner’, Criminal Strategist, or just Criminal, Charlatan, Whatever he needs to be at the time, White Wizard, Witch, Distraction. Annoying Yodeler. Professional ‘What’.
RESIDENCES: Trinkets and Tonics more often lately, though also various inn rooms, somewhere in the Woods, and anywhere he decides to stop for a day when he is on one of his travels.
[PHYSICAL FEATURES]
HAIR: Incredibly long and immaculately kept locks of ivory white and silver. When I say incredibly long, I mean never shorter than knee-length, and when I say immaculately kept, I mean he literally will brush and care for it for several hours a day like an obsessive weirdo. Having gorgeous hair is very important to the yodeling beast.
EYES: Fiery orange with luminous yellow limbal rings, with pinprick pupils. The combination of the colors gives his eyes a distinctly golden look. A look from these eyes often give a calm, but focused sharpness. The last rays of light during the sun’s setting.
SKIN: A semi-dark, tan-ish brown, speckled with off-white ‘freckles’. If touched, one would find that these ‘freckles’ are slightly raised on his skin, as though they were meant to be tiny, unformed scales.
HEIGHT: 7 fulm 2 ilm.
BUILD: Built and relatively slim, Yorumei is fit from training but not incredibly bulky. He’s also got some fairly wide hips, and has something of a long hourglass figure.
OTHER: The weird yodeling Raen has a number of off-white scales and spines on his body, sharp teeth, and claws on hands and feet. His scales and spines are kept and cleaned well, though seem to grow somewhat excessively on him, which has lead to the not-quite formed ‘freckles’ as well as the other spiney growths. They’re good for making ‘intimidating’ appearances, but dreadful for the sort of clothing he prefers. So when Yorumei can’t push the tiny quil-spines down flat against his skin, they’re getting clipped or sanded off before they tear up more of his clothes. Yorumei also has a large pair of spikey growths on his elbows that he usually accounts for with slits in his sleeves, along with longer spines on both beginning and end of his tail. Scars can be found in various places on his body too, the easiest seen being the three across his face.
[FAMILY]
SIBLINGS: Chise Tobukizu (sister), Kaiten Tobukizu (brother in law)
PARENTS: Father (whereabouts unknown), Mother (whereabouts unknown), Other Mother (whereabouts unknown)
OTHER RELATIVES: A whole heaping crap ton. No, really. And a lot of them are dead.
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Itsohei Matsukai (best and considered only friend, semi-’adopted’ into the Family, whereabouts unknown)
Everyone else that has employment at Trinkets and Tonics is ‘part of the Family’, which to Yorumei is different than ‘a friend’. And then there’s everyone else.
Qara Qalli (interesting acquaintance), Leshka (what), Nenia Reynolt (acquaintance), Seitsuda Gladepetal (customer), Veil Iriq (rude and careless), Kianousha Mol (can you not), and a whole lot of other people over the course of existing.
Enemies/Rivals: Garleans. They can turn themselves right around or meet their fate at the Seventh Gate. So can anyone who means ill to The Family.
ANY PETS?: yes [ ] || no [ √ ] (good gods, who would ever think this is a good idea)
[ATTRIBUTES]
BASICS:
• Strength – Above Average - Yorumei has a good amount of physical strength behind him, though most of it is used for socking people in the throat, or picking things up and tossing them around. He’s definitely not the strongest around, but he can certainly pack a punch.
• Dexterity – ~Above Average - Yorumei is very dexterous with a select few things, and utterly dreadful with others. Typically though, he carries himself with a notable grace and precision to give off airs that he’s far better at this than he may actually be. In some cases, like staff and knife fighting, he might be that good. But in other cases (ones he’s loath for anyone to witness in public) he is all of a dog trying to get a cone off its head and failing.
• Constitution – Below Average - Though fit still, the effects of being on the losing side of a war had taken a toll on what was once notably better. He is tall, and relatively strong, but can certainly be knocked around if anyone gets close enough. Despite this, his tolerance for pain is rather high, but how well his body can keep up with him now is another matter. Furthermore, should he grow sick, he might have more problems on his hands than simply poor health.
• Intellect – Very High - What Yorumei prides himself most on is his intellect. His memory is excellent, and he can rapidly take in and process a whole torrent of information, form a number of solutions to problems, as well as means to execute them, and predict various outcomes in a matter of moments. Discerning and picking apart just about everything around him is as much an enjoyment for him as he is good at it.
• Wisdom – ~High (??) - This is honestly a matter of situation. Yorumei can read people and situations incredibly well; he is terribly observational, and retains much of what he learns to give it back to others ‘as they need it’. However, now in Eorzea, there are a lot of ‘common sense’ things that Yorumei simply wouldn’t know, and would misconstrue by both youth and inexperience. Nevermind the war leaving him in a number of pieces that affect his decisions. Regardless of this, it doesn’t stop his siblings from asking for his input on any number of issues, mostly due to his strength of insight. Wise, or rather off his rocker, it’s anyone’s guess.
• Charisma – Very Low - For all his ability to read people and put forth a plan, he’s dreadful at anything leadership related. Or at getting anyone to like him, really, even if he wants them to. Constantly living behind a very careful composure, most of his true feelings about things go unknown or masked, sans occasional frustration, and he tends to keep anyone from getting very close to him at all. Getting in a fight with him seems fairly likely. Yet, somehow he ends up liking people better after he fights them, and that should give an idea about how not charismatic he is.
• Comeliness – He thinks he’s gorgeous. In truth, he could certainly be considered quite ‘pretty’, with the flowing white hair, and the billowing white robes, but that also assumes you are into tall, creepy lizard people that look like a cross between a wraith and a shark-bird with bushy eyebrows.
[TRAITS]
—— POSITIVE ——
• Smart / Cunning / Quick Learner
• ‘Lighthearted’
• Devoted / Loyal
• Melodious (he will sing for you and the trees and your woes free of charge)
• ‘Pretty’ / Elegant / Calm
—— NEGATIVE ——
• EVERYTHING. No really, can I please just say everything.
• Morally Askew
• Cold and Calculating Goal-based Rationality
• Manipulative / Untruthful
• Vague, Can’t stick to one thing, Flighty, Conniving, Silently Self-depraving, Prideful, Hypocritical, Emotionally Stunted, Judgmental, Occasionally Rash, Paranoid, Loud, Creepy, Silently Co-Dependent, Giant Shitlord, THE LIST GOES ON.
[LIKES]
COLORS: White. So much white. White is the rolling mist that covers and hides, it is pure, it is death. White and gold, white and silver, white and more white, and maybe some grey and white. Purple and white are also good, though remind him more of his father and sister.
SMELLS: The Woods. Trees, flowers, running water. Blood and bones and musty feathers. Crisp, mountain air. The forest after it rains. Sharp, burning Aether. A particular fur pelt. Incense, smoke, and various herb blends.
FOOD: Various meats, especially rolls filled with meat. Fish, various pastries (notably fond of Eorzean pastries, but would be loath to admit it), spicy and tangy things.
FRUITS: Cherries and apples in particular, but isn’t all that picky, as long as it’s fresh.
DRINKS: Doman Rice Wine, Fresh Water, Various juices.
GIFTS: He’ll take near anything. But things made by the giver have a special place with him, as well as things pertaining to his interests. Combs, hair pieces, flowers, particular sorts of thread, cloth, and needles, books on topics he wants to learn about, anything relating to the stars, or string instruments... Also bits and pieces of bodies, pieces from the Woods. Things that had immense value to someone else, regardless of what it is.
[DISLIKES]
COLORS: Bright vibrant colors that clash, muddy colors by themselves; largely a matter of ‘if it goes together’ with other colors, and if it doesn’t, he doesn’t care for it.
SMELLS: Anything related to poor hygiene, chocobos, oil and machinery.
FOOD: Celery, most things bitter, various nuts.
FRUITS: Dried fruit is a huge no.
DRINKS: Grainy slushy sort of drinks; he just doesn’t care much for the texture. Also anything too bitter.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: ... Good question.
GIFTS: Largely, anything meant as an insult, or a backhanded gift. Something meant as a threat.
[OTHER DETAILS]
SMOKES? yes [ √ ] || no [ ] (SMOKIN ALL OVER WITH THAT LONGPIPE)
DRUGS?: yes [ √ ] || no [ ] (not recreationally, however; morso if ritual or situation calls for it. Granted, Yorumei’s not afraid to try things, though he’s more likely to want to see what it does to a person [like Kaiten] first.)
EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [ √ ] || no [ ] (Certainly a few times on his travels at least, though whether anyone is still alive that knows about it, sans him, is a different story.)
I am bad at tagging people. BASICALLY IF YOU WANNA DO THE THING, DO THE THING. ... Though I am kinda looking at @shadottie and @whichdreamedit .
