Name: Yanlou 'Yen' Heshang
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Magi / Magician
Tier: B Tier
Class: Magician
Age / Birthdate: 20 / April 7th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Yen might look pretty, but his talk is anything else. Brash and
coarse, he does not come across too well. He tends to drop slang and swear-words into his speech at the most inopportune times. He does not mean to offend, however, but he believes he should not disguise his meaning under softer words. In other words, he prizes being
honest over being polite. It is better that he is true to himself, than pretend to be something he is not. That is a mantra he lives by.
Yen has an extremely
extroverted nature. He is outgoing and spontaneous, with a restless energy about himself. A teenager beneath his maturity, he does not await his next venture but seeks it with youthful vigour. He
may chase excitement and intrigue in equal measure, but he regards quantity before quality.
Yen is a very
competitive person. Any bet or fight is game to him, and he will not hesitate to win - unless he desires otherwise. It is not far-fetched of this magician to make challenges towards unsuspecting foes. If he manages to lose a challenge, however, he will just pretend that the challenge is not yet over. He is
not one to forget a loss, considering how serious he takes them. Chances are he will find the opportunity to...
catch up on a previous challenge.
It would be wrong, however, if Yen were called impulsive. He has spent years of practice helping him channeling those impulses into something productive. He knows that violence is simply a
means, and not the end itself. As such, he balances his desire to cut loose in fighting with the strict discipline his monastic life taught. He has sharpened his mind and senses, such that he has quite the
keen eye for detail. It tends to lend itself well towards his plans and aspirations.
Yen is a
stubborn boy, though he prefers the term
passionate. When he has decided upon an objective (or
meal as he calls it), he will devote all his efforts towards achieving it. This attitude can even devolve into him being
possessive at times, especially when choosing his king candidates. He will fight tooth and nail to ensure that his chosen candidates remain
his.
Likes: He may tout himself as mature, but his teenage years betray him. He enjoys
flirting with good-looking men and women, but he finds himself flustered when dealing with long-term romance. It is no help that he has a fondness for
small animals, which does not lend well to his bad boy persona. On the converse, he
loves fighting with strong opponents. It is a simple pleasure, feeling adrenaline pump through his veins, and it affirms that he is truly alive and free. It is quite the surprise then that he values his
alone time. Be it strolling through nature or simple meditation, he finds old habits die hard. He also has a passion for
music, which inspired his focus upon sound magic. He would never admit this to anyone, but he would love to perform to a worldwide audience.
Dislikes: He has a dislike for
confined spaces, since they remind him of his childhood trauma. He does not like
rainy weather either, since he spends a lot of time travelling in the open air. He has never come to like
coffee, though he has matured into liquor. He finds it bitter, and no amount of sugar can soothe it. He did manage to subdue his childish sweet-tooth, but more for his
image. It is true that he would rather eat steak, however, than indulge in some chocolate.
Aspirations: Yen wants to
turn the system upside down. He believes that the rukh should be divorced from the greater flow because it is a form of restriction. There can be no true freedom if another controls one’s action. On one hand, he views Solomon as a parental figure which the world must grow out from. They have been coddled for too long, and they need to be given the freedom necessary to make their own mature decisions.
On the other, he can see that the world has devolved into wars and famine under Solomon. He cannot allow innocent people suffer, chained with unfair fate. He wants to give them the power to make their own decisions, even if it means he must become a villain. His choices in king candidates derives itself from this aspiration: he chooses whoever will change the oppressive systems that restrict people's freedoms.
Phobias/fears: He fears that he might be
restrained again, losing the freedom he has worked hard to achieve. He has always been restrained, whether literally or metaphorically. It was fear in his childhood, duty as a teenager and responsibility as an adult. He could
never return to that life under yoke and prod. If he was enslaved under another’s will, it would be no life worth living.
Yen has a minor fear of
confined spaces, based upon his childhood trauma. He has mostly overcome this fear, achieved through effort and perseverance - and a whole lot of meditation. Nevertheless, he will keep to the great outdoors whenever he can.
Face-Claim: Kuko Harai / Hypnosis
Hair Color: Reddish orange
Eye Color: Lime
Height: 174 cm (5' 7")
Weight: 61 kg (132 lbs)
Appearance: Yen is quite the
pretty boy, truth be told. He has a pale complexion which complements his pink lips and lime-coloured eyes. His red hair, tussled into fluffy peaks, matches the natural blush upon his dimpled cheeks. He is rather
ashamed of his looks, however, and has styled himself as a
bad boy. He has some help from his pointed teeth, which he twists into a wolf-like grin, and his trickster eyes. He has also pierced his ears, more than a few times, to further this image.
He prefers to wear a crimson nordic riding hood over a loose shirt. Below, he wears either tight black denim or leather trousers, along with knee-high black leather boots with crimson laces. For colder weather, he substitutes his hood and jacket for a long crimson fur-hooded coat. In his monastic days, he had worn prayer-beads around his neck but he has forsaken them for silver chains - reminding him of what he wishes to break.
Rukh Alignment: Black
History: N/A
- Role-Play Sample:
The salt-breeze licked the ebony cliffs with its biting cold, lifting loose sediment into the waters lolling about below. The shore was a graceful arc of smooth pebbles, bright white under the morning sun, a perfect place for the lazy ocean to lap. The waves rolled swift and invited brief flurries of sand upon the shore, before retreating with the ebbing waters.
But the salt-breeze carried more than the usual sharp sting of spray. A thick stench hung upon the air, dizzying the mind with unsettling familiarity. It was the same smell that you might find with rusting iron on a ship's hull or fresh meat hanging on a butcher’s rack; it was the stench of blood. The black rocks were splattered with that vivid red, its excess mixing with the green below.
”This is exactly what I didn’t want…” A young man, clothed in scarlet leather, gazed at the black rukh gathering around the bloodied rocks. “I chose this goddamn place because I didn’t want to dirty my hands like this. Ugh, it’s like the world just does the exact opposite of what I want… Well, gotta make good use of what I got, right?” He thrust his wand towards the black rukh and commanded them to come nearer. As they neared him, he drew them through the wand and into his body, savouring the taste of that sorrow and hatred within. But he had greater plans for the black rukh than a simple meal,
“See, I don’t care if the world doesn’t wanna help me,” As he spoke, his lips drew into a wolfish smile, “Cos this shitty world needs someone shitty like me to change it. You heard me? I’m gonna change this world, even if I make it my enemy!” He glared at the greying skies, as if challenging them, “Well then, guess it’s time I got this started, right?” With a widening of his wolf-like grin, he pointed his wand skywards and began his grand ritual,
“O hall of the Dungeon, which art sacred to Solomon, manifest thyself in this place! Nihayat Alealam, open sesame!”
As his incantation came to a close, the black rukh swarmed above the ocean before coalescing into a six-pointed star upon its surface. In response, the waters parted and the waves rushed towards the shore, as something huge began pushing upwards from the depths below. A scarlet smile arose upon those lips of a liar, joy seeping into the magician’s expression when he looked upon the fruits of his labour: a Dungeon was rising into the sky above.
That wolf in sheep’s clothing had finally achieved his goal, and his confidence was now doubly-strong with the new Dungeon. But for the magician, this was simply the hunting-ground where he might secure a delicious feast - and not the feast itself. No, the feast known as a King Candidate would arrive soon, and he would dine upon their success.
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