Izar'a Yhundo

☾ izar'a yhundo “I have known what it means to take the sun between my teeth and turn it over in my lap. After a while, I welcomed the flame / and the bruises / and the thirst.” A waned thing, dreadful and standing only on the edge from which its limbs hang like wires, a creature hailed from the thick boughs of the Southern woods where the willows bow their heads and weep in thick thatches of leafage. They’re a strange sight to look upon, a dancer in the corpse-light when the moon reflects her illuminating gaze over the red lines that paint them, a cadence to their heritage. The survivor, the last blood standing of the Yhundo people which dressed themselves in amulets of bone and wore the bodies of snakes upon their shoulders. Race miqo'te Clan keeper of the moon. mostly. Age indeterminate. perhaps early twenties. Nameday 15th sun of the 5th astral moon Deity polytheistic; the ‘ritu’ Marital Status single Occupation clairvoyant Height five fulms, seven ilms Weight 115 ponz

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General ↠

A wraith of a miqo’te whose lissome presence frequents along the swamps of South Shroud and bears the bright red tattoos native to the customs of the Yhundo shamanism despite his denial of his blood. Smarmy and conceited, he is rarely the type of being familiar to pleasant company; he is a walking array of scars and coldly calculated interactions, his entire life painted in the ridges of marred skin over the planes of his body either in the form of scars or in the strange, ominous drawings of crimson that betray his heritage. What was once a body that spoke of youth and agile strength has more recently become malnourished and lithe, a slender voyage attributed to his preference for the usage of ancient, ritualistic magics.

He is pale-blooded, austere, cut along the cheeks in a way that is not natural, as if it were his inclination to appear soft and malleable once, as if there were a time where he might have been called delicate or demure had it not been for the burrs that found themselves along his face, the incisions to his eye, his lip, his jaw; and yet there’s an androgyny under that burden of scars that lends him the appearance of something ephemeral and twilit.

Clothing ↠

Once, Izar’a might have belonged to a practical people, a people who wore the bones of their fallen upon their skin, who dressed only as much as was logical to in the humid air of the marshes. He is wont to loose-fitting clothing, more often choosing the lightweight dress of simple, black clothing and wrappings around his ankles but nothing more, nothing that stands out against the gleam of his form save for the glint of the occasional circlet or array of intricately carved jewelry: rings and necklaces and embellishments of teeth and bone and queer jewels.

But what lingers most along the eye is the mask which he hides behind: what had once belonged to a wolf’s head, perhaps, now shaped with curious patterns and crimson sigils in what could be nectar from the red flowers - but then one never knew, and paint never smelled so faintly of iron.

Voice ↠

The lack of Common as his first language has adapted his tone into an accent that tumbles off the tip of his tongue like a rumble; the r's he speaks are rolled, and while he is fluent in Huntspeak, the accent pertaining to the way he speaks it is not akin to anything home to the Shroud.

'“The truth is if I keep forgetting I may scratch myself to pieces. // The truth is don’t touch me.”

likes The Wood Nature Singing, Music Gifts of any kind

dislikes Physical Contact Boisterous Noises Cities

fears The Unpredictable Large Bodies Of Water Intimacy

♥ Romantic Attraction ♡ Platonic Love ▲ Good Standing ▼ Poor Standing

Fayre’a Tayuun | ♥

“In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.”

In another life he is not plagued by the wolf at the river, by the coarse rush of blood in his veins from which the hunter draws him from like a soft-petalled bloom baring its throat to the night. Theirs is the companionship of beasts: driven by hunger, by thirst, by this persistence of want that leaves their bones hollow, as if every attempt to sate it leaves them emptier.

Izar’a had never meant to give him his heart. But he feels how it beats.

How it yearns.

G’Larhaya Tia | ▲

“Find me tonight, in the old forest. we shall dance with moths around an ever-glowing fire.”

The last man he had thought himself capable of befriending; and yet in the moonlight they walk, and yet in the gloaming they find the steady tempo of their souls entwined like something of blood or fate. A witch and a serpent whose tongues would cant to each other the rituals of fire.

Gahto’ra Yhundo | ♡

“So the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. When you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.”

Blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh, the communion of the soul which binds itself to nothing but the cursed blood of their ancestors. The closest thing to a brother Izar’a has ever found, and who he would split his heart to protect.

Ezo’to Rahtuxi | ▼

“...”

A man whose friendship with Izar'a has been born from pure rivalry; and yet, despite his outright refusal that he enjoys the knife-wielder's company, Izar'a finds a strange understanding in their interactions.

Notes ↠

• I will play most everything, as long as it makes sense for Izar'a to engage in such activities.
• Ask about long-term/permanent injury & disfigurement. While I am always up for these things if they make sense for story or character progression, attempting to do these things on my characters without asking first will set in stone that I won't be roleplaying with you again.
• I won't play rape plots, non-consensual sexual scenarios, or anything pertaining to graphic depictions of child injury.
• My time zone is EST.

Contact ↠

• In-game: Esoteric Recluse (Balmung)

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Other fiddling	Misik'a Rahsi