User:Yaki/Yaki

Yaki Syrilefra is a Blood Elf Rogue from the Sentinels US server. He's one of the original Blood Elves to be on the server, having been made the day Burning Crusade came out, althoug he was not one of the first high levels. He is currently level 70 and is an officer of the guild Warpath. For his original character incarnation, click here.

Origins
Time is nothing more than a myriad network of paths and forms of reality. Perception is the ability to see things as they are and to understand them. To comprehend the vast, intrisical convolution of existance itself is a feat that mortality is incapable of. There are two ways to explain it. The first is Destiny. Every path you walk has already been chosen and you are merely a cog in a great design that you will never understand. The second is to not explain it all - call it free will and think nothing more of it.

But nothing changes one simple truth: The choice to do one thing is actually the choice to NOT do a million other possible options. Every moment is another crossroads you come to and the inveitable outcome is that there are a billion trillions of different versions of you. Your reality is yours because of the choices you make, but everyone else may have a conflicting reality. A different viewpoint where you are not necessarily you. What happens, then, when two different perceptions are brought to conflict?

Yaki Syrilefra was once an aging elf, coming to the equivalent of his late 30's. He had worked vigorously to become a well respected member of the Horde, striking down threats as they presented themselves; Alliance or otherwise. But then, he died.

It wasn't death in the way one normally thinks of. Without the retelling of the tale itself, he was consumed by nothingness... by nonexistance. The very thought of him was torn asunder and he ceased to be in any sense of the word. But then, he reappeared, a day later, in the middle of the streets of Silvermoon. He wasn't the same, however - the many tattoos he'd received, the battlescars over his body, even his age, had vanished. He was younger, more lithe, more pristine and untouched by wounds.

And though everyone recognized him as the Yaki they knew, his reality had known nothing of them. They knew nothing of what had replaced the hole in reality - the existance of this Yaki Syrilefra that was so unlike their recollections.

Traits, Abilities, and Crafts
Yaki, being a master retainer of Ravenholdt, knows many of the delicate arts of subtlety and assassination. His foremost prowess lies in martial combat, both armed and unarmed, as well as the creation of poisons, and the ability to manipulate people on political and personal levels. He's mastered an almost magical technique of stealth, allowing him to move about in broad daylight undetected and even before people's very eyes. However, those individuals who have trained eyesight still may see him.

Yaki's preferred weapon of choice is the staff and hand to hand combat. This accounts for his nickname, "Mercy," as he would prefer to incapacitate an opponent than outright kill them. Although he harbors no hesitance to slay, he's been known to accept missions where death is an optional, and even inconvenient, outcome for the client. Also, he is well trained in the use of daggers, swords, and throwing weapons of all natures. He neglects using maces, another popular commodity in the Underworld, as well as any kind of fist weapon, such as brass knuckles or metal claws. He is also a well-trained archer, although his specialty is short, long, and composite bows. Both crossbows and guns are foreign to him, particularly due to his distaste for both.

Aside from the arts of his career, he's a master chef and enjoys hunting, fishing, and gardening. He knows a library of recipes and enjoys making every single one of them, provided he can obtain the various ingredients required for them. He is also a well-educated herbalist, able to identify plants at a mere glance, as well as being able to properly transplant, cultivate, and use them. He is a firm believer the Tauren idea of letting little go to waste. He skins all the animals he slays, using their hides, bones, and meat for whatever he can and then selling what he cannot use to others.