Yorumei Uranakei

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Yorumei Uranakei
~the Path Weaver~


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VITAL INFORMATION


CURRENT ALIAS || Yorumei Uranakei (and many others)

BIRTH NAME || Uranakei no Yorumei

RACE & CLAN || Au Ra Raen

GENDER || ♂-ish

AGE & NAMEDAY || ~24 years old, 22nd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon.

ORIENTATION || Gods only know.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS || Single

OTHER THINGS


NATIONALITY || Once Doman, now unaffiliated.

CURRENT RESIDENCE || It's a mystery.

OCCUPATION || Strategist, Diviner, Witch, Whatever he needs to be.

PATRON DEITY || The Dawn Father, The Spinner, + eclectic Spiritualism.

HEIGHT || 7 fulms, 2 ilms

WEIGHT || ~ 233 ponz

ALIGNMENT || Good Question

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Character



♦ In-Game Brief


HELLO, HI. This page is a HUGE WIP. I'm basically just placeholdering everything until I slowly fill it in. So uh. I apologize for the mess and lack of Actual Info about this guy right now. A lot here is basically me making fun of my character. It will get better soon, I promise.

As for a summary... Yorumei is a divining, wandering, witchy strategist lord of shite. He's beauty, he's grace, he's freakin terrible and I am so sorry you may have met him.

Yorumei's a man of many talents when he isn't gambling, drunk somewhere, wandering through the woods, or doing gods know what singing hauntings into clear, starry nights. Often, a strange, subtle wind can be felt in his presence, and he is likely to be heard by tunes he hums or the small chiming bells he adorns himself with before he's seen. The Raen has a number of witchy tendencies alongside, a notable proficiency in some 'magics', and ever seems interested in people watching. The topic of something new to learn, especially in the Aetherical department, is like to grab his attention.

But currently, his horns are far more turned toward matters of refugees, smugglers, and what's happening with the Garlean empire. One could guess that he might be desperately looking for something, or someone, like so many others that came over from Doma once upon a time. But then again, it might only be a guess. Perhaps he wants to lay a curse, or fortell the fate of some poor, hapless soul. Gods only know with how strange this one is.


Open for Walkups when: There's a W in Player Search Info.
In general, please send a tell first!
Yor is a shitelord. You have been warned.
Click the RP Hooks tab above for a few ideas if you're looking for a reason to play with Yorumei. Or just talk to me! We'll figure something out.








Intro

When winds brush by haunted with the sounds of lost songs, the one who walks like a wraith of the woods is not far behind.

Yorumei Uranakei has ever been a man of many plans and many faces. But when all plans fall apart, when the life he had been meant to live and made for comes undone just as Doma had fallen twice over, what happens then?

With all family gone and gone, the witch and once-maybe-still criminal seeks out a new path. A path that will show him if he could ever truly have the ‘personhood’ he was never meant to know, while following the hopes he can seek out a certain someone who'd been left behind in the ashes.


Appearance


Yorumei tends to be heard before seen, but if he is to be seen, he’d like to make it worth the while.

The man is a brown-skinned Raen with golden eyes and a smile of knives. Long, immaculately kept, cobweb white hair is always brushed well, lacing through a crown of horns to fall past his knees, it’s often kept tied and ruly with ribbons and small bells. His features are long, rounded, and sharp with a face and body dotted by small, golden-white ‘freckles’ (small scales in truth,) found around the larger shifts between skin and plate-like or spiny scales. Eyebrows are thick while his nose is long with a birdlike curve. When Yorumei smiles, smirks and sings, his teeth number far too many and far too sharp.

The carefully composed Raen is tall enough and strong enough to lift most people, and as is prevalent through his family, he has notably wide hips. Some scars cut through his meticulously kept appearance, the most clear across his face up from his neck and jaw, to over his cheek and brow on the other side. Palms and fingers are also heavily scarred, as though something had been torn from them again and again.

Finally, Yorumei often moves like the winds that keep his company and billow the robes he wears most. It’s all very theatrical. It’s all very dramatic. It’s all in the hopes to give the impression that he is exactly as beautiful and ethereal as he presents himself to be. Perhaps he is. He’d certainly like to think so.


Motivation


Everything he does is for The Plan. That weird creature he brought home that has not stopped skittering along the ceiling yet? The Plan. Pulling out half the neighbor's vegetables from their garden to arrange in the other neighbor's lawn in a ritual circle? The Plan. Vanishing for days on end into the woods (or maybe the Golden Saucer)? The Plan.

Don't worry. He knows what he's doing.

A list of accurate traits include: Why, help, what are you even doing, DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT NEAR ME YOR OR SO HELP ME, yodeler, wanting more than this provincial life, too hot, (hot damn), he will pick you up don't tempt him, criminal, white wizard divining witch weirdo, weaver of auguries, gambling son of a crimelord, liar, man of many faces, UP UP.