Yuki'to began life as a very meek boy who kept to himself as much as absolutely possible, born the second son in a family that only desired one. He wasn't permitted to speak too loudly, go outside and play with the other children, nor perform any duties a growing child needed to do that meant having him outside where he would be seen by the public. In his mind was cultivated the mindset that he was something to be ashamed of, and must remain hidden. Despite instinctual tendencies to seek, romp and hunt, Yuki'to stayed inside most days, and spent nights lying on that slipshod bed of his questioning his decisions and actions for the day. Mothers knew best, right? If he could find out where he went wrong and just fix it, then maybe she'd smile at him, thank him, love him like she loved her first son Yuki'a. His childhood years were spent struggling for her affection, fighting to grow up into a child who did things right. Stuck inside for most of his days, he took to examining the appliances and tools lying around the house, figuring out how they worked and how he may make them better. Perhaps in this way, if he couldn't make himself better, he could at least make everything around his mother better so she won't be so short and angry all the time. It would be years before he'd realize that this wasn't how parents treated their children. It would be years before he'd realize his situation wasn't normal, and in turn he developed a desire to be like everyone else with their normal lives, gradually diminishing his desire to make his mother happy.
His relationship with his brother was nothing short of non-existent. It had to be. Whenever Yuki'to lashed out, frustrated and sad over the unequal treatment, he was punished and any progress he'd made to make himself better and 'normal' was dashed back to square one. So rather than fight it, as instinct would have willed someone like him to, Yuki'to chose instead to bow to it, and made fewer and fewer efforts to even be in the same room as his sibling.
Alas, what emerged was a meek child becoming a rather meek, introverted young adult. Words were few from him, as opportunities to express himself were few. As he relied on actions to voice himself, Yuki'to developed a tendency to gesticulate and gesture over offering spoken word to a conversation. This unfortunately makes him an odd duck in many social groups, and it's worse when you add a nervousness around women. When the only female role model in your life is a woman who resented your existence, you tend to live wondering if they're all just waiting for the chance to scoff and yell at you. He bears no ill will to them. Hells, he bears no ill will to his mother. He simply fears her, and in turn, works to avoid eye contact. It even went so far as to have him outright flee at the very sight of someone talking in his direction, but in recent years among many lady Warriors of Light and Scions, as well as lady Magitek Mercenaries, he has learned to live with standing in the same room without suffering panic attacks, but his heart will still race and he will still be nervous. His desire to be like everyone else powers him every day to take those baby steps in the right direction.
But he's terrified of failure. He swore to himself never to make mistakes again. As Yuki'to grew up, he nurtured and developed a sense of doing what was right. He would prevent another person becoming just like him. He wanted to protect people. He wanted to keep them safe. This drove Yuki'to to give nothing short of 110% in his actions when it comes to stepping forward and helping someone, or battling for someone's sake despite any core-deep fears. In this way, one could say this makes him rather heroic. Fortunately, while at first he performed for the dream of a compliment at the end, some sign that he finally did good for once, his time spent with the Scions have inferred that not being thanked doesn't mean he is hated. This thankfully ended the small panics he felt when his acts were followed by silence or an awe he didn't understand. In this he also fears loneliness, and being on his own again if he can help it. He enjoys having friends, companionship far too much to regress. Friends and companionship were what everyone else had, and damn it, he'll have it, too!
His talent with machines didn't go unnoticed. His eventual acceptance under the tutelage of Stephanivien as a newfound machinist became the pinnacle of Yuki'to's changes for the better, granting him further individuality as well as inner and outer strength: Yuki'to could finally begin to fight back and not feel that he HAD to for acceptance, aiding the helpless or those in a sticky situation; deep meditations amid the sound of hissing pistons could help him fight his fears and center his power, clearing his mind and sharpening it like a blade, a little keener each time; finally, the small number of machinists he wound up training with granted him with that foreign yet comforting feeling of kinship. He had a family with the others in the Skysteel Manufactory. Because of this, he is rather protective of their memories, their names and their faces. It is unwise to insult his tutor or his comrades when you're in Yuki'to's earshot.
Overall, he's a silent protagonist to a fault. He's shy, a reluctant recluse, and a man who works to take care of himself. At his core, he feels that if he can solve the problems of others- which he performs in spades as a Warrior of Light- he can in turn solve his own problems and make people more comfortable with him. Then maybe he can grow more comfortable with himself.
Abilities:
On a mundane scale, Yuki'to is a member of the miqo'te race, and are born trackers and hunters. He's flexible, agile and capable of viewing things in low light. Before anyone asks, he cannot purr. He's an okay cook, but tends to focus on small meals he can carry from job to job rather than a lavish meal for friends. Hope you guys like kickin' rad sandwiches.
On a job scale, Yuki'to is a Machinist, packed with a variety of gunslinging abilities, as well as calling upon turrets powered by an aetheric converter strapped to his belt that feeds from his own magic. Because of his job class, he is able to draw up and read blueprints as well as perform repairs on many types of machinery. He also has a fondness for building, making alterations on his turrets. He dreams of building his own flying machine.
As one of many gifted individuals known as the Warriors of Light, Yuki'to possesses the Echo. A mysterious power, Yuki'to is not only capable of understanding any language, but is able to view glimpses of the past when his soul resonates with another person. The latter happens seemingly randomly, striking him and filling his mind when he least expects it.
Alignment: Thras. Fear and courage are Yuki'to's greatest struggles in balance, thanks to his childhood and his own insecurities that were born from it. I see many great opportunities for him to develop in discovering that his emotional actions- while not entirely consequential in his own world- have such great impact here that he absolutely HAS to learn to center himself and be a better person.
He thought he was doing well enough, making friends and working himself toward a relative level of comfort that matched the way he felt in Eorzea. He'd even smiled and waved to strangers, and they did the same without much thought. How he wished he could be like them, so comfortable in their own-
"KITTY!" The ears and the tail could never afford him privacy on the worst of days, however. When a stranger decided they wanted to give a miqo'te a little hug, rather than politely ask or yell at them to remove themselves, he... screamed.
He screamed and ran, shocking his surprise hugger as he took off in the opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him. His tail was high, puffed to a scraggly black mess, but his eyes were wild. Flight over fight, Yuki'to scrambled until he could scramble no more, taking him to the edge of town before he needed to stop and sink to the grass to catch his breath. Hunkered low, this conqueror of dragons, mad Garleans and otherworldly monsters jittered and shook with his hands to his ears. Flowers that had sprouted to welcome the sunshine from someone else's overwhelming happiness had curled into their buds and shuddered as if someone took their stems and shook them; some of the windows in buildings he'd passed had hairline cracks in their windows, and some small manners of creature, the squirrels and the birds, had curled into little balls and waited for some unseen hawk to pass.
But Yuki'to took some breaths as he felt his face prickle and burn. How embarrassing... he didn't even know who it was that did that. He grit his teeth as he slowly lowered his hands from his ears, face an impressive shade of red. From where his boots were planted in the grass and slowly outward, the flowers that had tightened and shivered slowly opened, now bright red instead of their usual hues. The miqo'te took every breath at a time and fought to settle himself down again, try everything again, and maybe find that person to apologize. Maybe he hadn't messed things up.
He would make this right.
Without realizing, as he slowly stood and cast his eyes around him, a thick golden drop beaded to life and plunked into the crystal tucked beneath his shirt.
3/3
(cw: parental emotional abuse)
Yuki'to began life as a very meek boy who kept to himself as much as absolutely possible, born the second son in a family that only desired one. He wasn't permitted to speak too loudly, go outside and play with the other children, nor perform any duties a growing child needed to do that meant having him outside where he would be seen by the public. In his mind was cultivated the mindset that he was something to be ashamed of, and must remain hidden. Despite instinctual tendencies to seek, romp and hunt, Yuki'to stayed inside most days, and spent nights lying on that slipshod bed of his questioning his decisions and actions for the day. Mothers knew best, right? If he could find out where he went wrong and just fix it, then maybe she'd smile at him, thank him, love him like she loved her first son Yuki'a. His childhood years were spent struggling for her affection, fighting to grow up into a child who did things right. Stuck inside for most of his days, he took to examining the appliances and tools lying around the house, figuring out how they worked and how he may make them better. Perhaps in this way, if he couldn't make himself better, he could at least make everything around his mother better so she won't be so short and angry all the time. It would be years before he'd realize that this wasn't how parents treated their children. It would be years before he'd realize his situation wasn't normal, and in turn he developed a desire to be like everyone else with their normal lives, gradually diminishing his desire to make his mother happy.
His relationship with his brother was nothing short of non-existent. It had to be. Whenever Yuki'to lashed out, frustrated and sad over the unequal treatment, he was punished and any progress he'd made to make himself better and 'normal' was dashed back to square one. So rather than fight it, as instinct would have willed someone like him to, Yuki'to chose instead to bow to it, and made fewer and fewer efforts to even be in the same room as his sibling.
Alas, what emerged was a meek child becoming a rather meek, introverted young adult. Words were few from him, as opportunities to express himself were few. As he relied on actions to voice himself, Yuki'to developed a tendency to gesticulate and gesture over offering spoken word to a conversation. This unfortunately makes him an odd duck in many social groups, and it's worse when you add a nervousness around women. When the only female role model in your life is a woman who resented your existence, you tend to live wondering if they're all just waiting for the chance to scoff and yell at you. He bears no ill will to them. Hells, he bears no ill will to his mother. He simply fears her, and in turn, works to avoid eye contact. It even went so far as to have him outright flee at the very sight of someone talking in his direction, but in recent years among many lady Warriors of Light and Scions, as well as lady Magitek Mercenaries, he has learned to live with standing in the same room without suffering panic attacks, but his heart will still race and he will still be nervous. His desire to be like everyone else powers him every day to take those baby steps in the right direction.
But he's terrified of failure. He swore to himself never to make mistakes again. As Yuki'to grew up, he nurtured and developed a sense of doing what was right. He would prevent another person becoming just like him. He wanted to protect people. He wanted to keep them safe. This drove Yuki'to to give nothing short of 110% in his actions when it comes to stepping forward and helping someone, or battling for someone's sake despite any core-deep fears. In this way, one could say this makes him rather heroic. Fortunately, while at first he performed for the dream of a compliment at the end, some sign that he finally did good for once, his time spent with the Scions have inferred that not being thanked doesn't mean he is hated. This thankfully ended the small panics he felt when his acts were followed by silence or an awe he didn't understand. In this he also fears loneliness, and being on his own again if he can help it. He enjoys having friends, companionship far too much to regress. Friends and companionship were what everyone else had, and damn it, he'll have it, too!
His talent with machines didn't go unnoticed. His eventual acceptance under the tutelage of Stephanivien as a newfound machinist became the pinnacle of Yuki'to's changes for the better, granting him further individuality as well as inner and outer strength: Yuki'to could finally begin to fight back and not feel that he HAD to for acceptance, aiding the helpless or those in a sticky situation; deep meditations amid the sound of hissing pistons could help him fight his fears and center his power, clearing his mind and sharpening it like a blade, a little keener each time; finally, the small number of machinists he wound up training with granted him with that foreign yet comforting feeling of kinship. He had a family with the others in the Skysteel Manufactory. Because of this, he is rather protective of their memories, their names and their faces. It is unwise to insult his tutor or his comrades when you're in Yuki'to's earshot.
Overall, he's a silent protagonist to a fault. He's shy, a reluctant recluse, and a man who works to take care of himself. At his core, he feels that if he can solve the problems of others- which he performs in spades as a Warrior of Light- he can in turn solve his own problems and make people more comfortable with him. Then maybe he can grow more comfortable with himself.
Abilities:
On a mundane scale, Yuki'to is a member of the miqo'te race, and are born trackers and hunters. He's flexible, agile and capable of viewing things in low light. Before anyone asks, he cannot purr. He's an okay cook, but tends to focus on small meals he can carry from job to job rather than a lavish meal for friends. Hope you guys like kickin' rad sandwiches.
On a job scale, Yuki'to is a Machinist, packed with a variety of gunslinging abilities, as well as calling upon turrets powered by an aetheric converter strapped to his belt that feeds from his own magic. Because of his job class, he is able to draw up and read blueprints as well as perform repairs on many types of machinery. He also has a fondness for building, making alterations on his turrets. He dreams of building his own flying machine.
As one of many gifted individuals known as the Warriors of Light, Yuki'to possesses the Echo. A mysterious power, Yuki'to is not only capable of understanding any language, but is able to view glimpses of the past when his soul resonates with another person. The latter happens seemingly randomly, striking him and filling his mind when he least expects it.
Alignment: Thras. Fear and courage are Yuki'to's greatest struggles in balance, thanks to his childhood and his own insecurities that were born from it. I see many great opportunities for him to develop in discovering that his emotional actions- while not entirely consequential in his own world- have such great impact here that he absolutely HAS to learn to center himself and be a better person.
Other: None.
General Sample: Anima Echoed intro toplevel.
Emotion Sample:
He thought he was doing well enough, making friends and working himself toward a relative level of comfort that matched the way he felt in Eorzea. He'd even smiled and waved to strangers, and they did the same without much thought. How he wished he could be like them, so comfortable in their own-
"KITTY!" The ears and the tail could never afford him privacy on the worst of days, however. When a stranger decided they wanted to give a miqo'te a little hug, rather than politely ask or yell at them to remove themselves, he... screamed.
He screamed and ran, shocking his surprise hugger as he took off in the opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him. His tail was high, puffed to a scraggly black mess, but his eyes were wild. Flight over fight, Yuki'to scrambled until he could scramble no more, taking him to the edge of town before he needed to stop and sink to the grass to catch his breath. Hunkered low, this conqueror of dragons, mad Garleans and otherworldly monsters jittered and shook with his hands to his ears. Flowers that had sprouted to welcome the sunshine from someone else's overwhelming happiness had curled into their buds and shuddered as if someone took their stems and shook them; some of the windows in buildings he'd passed had hairline cracks in their windows, and some small manners of creature, the squirrels and the birds, had curled into little balls and waited for some unseen hawk to pass.
But Yuki'to took some breaths as he felt his face prickle and burn. How embarrassing... he didn't even know who it was that did that. He grit his teeth as he slowly lowered his hands from his ears, face an impressive shade of red. From where his boots were planted in the grass and slowly outward, the flowers that had tightened and shivered slowly opened, now bright red instead of their usual hues. The miqo'te took every breath at a time and fought to settle himself down again, try everything again, and maybe find that person to apologize. Maybe he hadn't messed things up.
He would make this right.
Without realizing, as he slowly stood and cast his eyes around him, a thick golden drop beaded to life and plunked into the crystal tucked beneath his shirt.
Questions: None.