Description

Five three and one hundred and ten pounds of pure Shark heritage, Yani accepts her compact stature with pride. An enemy of those who force repetition, Yani is primed to discipline those who dare to undermine her authenticity. A slender, petite form, Yani utilizes her shortcoming as an advantage, being exceptional in both speed and agility than most adversaries that one would encounter. This isn't to say that she's without any musculature, it's just that her form is a little more compact—“all good things come in small packages,” she always says. She allows her ebony hair to droop freely, nonchalant about its condition. Usually, she binds it with whatever tossing plaid bandanna she manages to swipe from her decks. It's a little more past her ears, cut choppily just to keep it out of her eyes. No full head of beauty—that's for sure.

Despite how ugly Yani's attitude is, she's a pretty thing. Graceful, yet she's without a hint of poise. Her posture is terrible in a stand still! Her shoulders relaxed in a curve, back slouched over into an “s” formation, and she constantly locks her knees while her head tilts downward. Her young face always longeing for something she doesn't have; be it a new weapon, a stack of what you’d call currency, or perhaps pools of blood to go skinny dipping in. Her eyebrows sleek, eye lashes dark, and skin complexion so warm, it makes you wonder whether or not she ever ventures indoors. She has the frame of an hour glass, curved like a coke-bottle, with strong calves and legs.

And for her attire? It's completely memorable, but not in the best of ways. Fashion has always eluded her. A tight fitted chemise with a popped collar circles her slim neck, accompanied by said ratty-looking, tan-coloured bandanna. It's tied into a lopsided bow, she usually nabs apple and stashes it inside the small pocket stitched into the back. She sports a tattered material around her right arm, it hangs down across her side like a backwards toga. Half hazard designs are inked into the thick material—and the colours always range from tans to bright orange, depending on her mood. Around her hips is a faded red, baggy sash, coupled with her trusty sabre belt. The belt buckle being the single thing that shines on her figure. Instead of the usual breeches, she wears a pair of black and white stripped shorts that hardly do her figure justice. “Ease of movement,” she always says. And on her feet? Large, bucket-topped brown boots that have seen better days. When she's not wearing a bandanna atop her head, she usually dons her plaid beanie cap.

Singing Sample: "Shul parelmoihi arjaruk noisin."

Personality

Lewd, reckless, and disgustingly vulgar are few key words to describe the young lady presented—the Descendant of the Shark tribe, to be exact. The first thing that stands out in Yani is her undying love for shiny objects. Gold and silver are nice, but the bright, multicolour hues of diamonds are what she really craves. You could call her a scoundrel and a thief, but she prefers “opportunist.” At every successful heist she leaves a calling card, which is usually a shark tooth left in the place of the lifted object. In spite of her petty thievery, Yani is a renown Captain of a particularly beautiful ship, with a hefty amount of dangerous crew members by her shoulders. She usually isn't very punctual, preferring to make others wait for her, as opposed to being stuck somewhere waiting for someone else. Just as Yani never shows up on time, she expects those around her to be perfectly on schedule. Yani is highly impatient, and being kept waiting often leaves her in a sour mood, with sarcasm flowing in abundance from her mouth. However, meeting with her in a timely fashion is the quickest way to seem like a reliable person to her, moving you closer to her good graces.

Authority has never been a comfortable subject. She shuns any higher authority as unimportant, even if they had the power to end her life, and seems to elude capture when she steps too far across the line. The woman is known to be a brilliant tactician with a cunning mind. As such, when combined with her fighting expertise, she is treated as the commander in almost any situation—well, Captain. She holds this position very highly, and will often protest when the situation passes away from her hands and into those she views as less competent than herself. Also, her temper is something to be rivalled. The simplest thing can offend the woman, and she is quick and merciless in her retaliation. There's not a single person who has ever offended the woman and gotten away without some sort of punishment.

Nothing holds Yani back, if she's got something to say, she'll say it. If someone gets upset over what she said, she sometimes tells them that she doesn't care, or they need to loosen up a little. Too bad, so sad. As for serious matters, she remains quite the same. If she's got an idea or an objection, she'll be sure to let a person know. Subtlety doesn't exist in her world. She gets things done her way: fast and efficiently. What makes her heart sing? Her soul soar? The sublime, vast waters that never fail to let her down. The waves come in, and they go out, and she knows that she'll always see them when she opens her eyes. Now, the only thing she loves is being threatened because Mother Nature is dwindling, fading into herself and she feels the need to protect this woman she knows nothing about. Mother Nature stands for the beauty of the seas, so in a way, Yani loves her just as much as she loves sailing. Without her salty waters, she feels that she'd be nothing. Without her, her seas would diminish along with her life—with Nike's illness, her world shook and threatened to capsize her. From the moment she heard word of the Cruzzola rising, she knew she had to do something. Steel determination coupled with her hard headed stubbornness, she made a silent vow beneath the stars. She would save her. She would save them all.

Equipment

Primary Talent: Hydrokinesis: Able to manipulate liquids such as water—or pull moisture from plants, high density areas and herself. Able to create crushing geysers, floating streams, and even using water pressure to cut through small things.

Secondary Talent: Ripple Sense: Enables her to sense vibrations, sounds or movements whenever there's a source of water around—based on sonar sound she can create, which no one can hear (unless they have enhanced hearing). Utilized as a good detection and tracking system.

History

Growing up in the streets can change you. It can turn you into a crook, a thief, and a cold blooded murderer. It can make and break you, rebuild you into something completely twisted. It can force your hand into terrible positions. Why buy what you can take? Times are hard when you’re on your own in the city. Fighting for your life becomes a daily task, makes you paranoid – always jumpy at the slightest sounds and movements. Yani has always climbed her way to the top—and being a young, reckless girl—she didn't seem to care much about anyone else's welfare. It was only upon meeting her heralded, unlikely friend that she changed her point of view, even if only a little. Her hand was caught in mid-air, plucked from the older man's pocket and she received quite a verbal lashing. It was the moment where she quickly learnt that her hand could have been lopped from her wrist, but instead the man opted to take her under his wing.

Why? Even she doesn't know that. All she knew was that he was the one who taught her the words of her descendants. A beautiful language that enchanted her. A language that pushed her usually vulgar voice to new heights. She could sing. She sang for him. And for her. The sea. His name, you ask? Niebur Fo'han. He was the grizzled old man who taught her who she really was, displayed her heritage with old scrolls and parchments that only left her sneezing in his wake. The Descendant of the Shark clan. Earthly tribes with vast, explosive powers that would one day save the world—it all sounded magical, and conveniently unbelievable. Of course, Yani didn't believe her ears and often scoffed at his lessons, calling him senile for such stories. It wasn't until he began to manipulate her, with the best of intentions, into using her slumbering powers.

And years have passed her by, most of them she wishes she could once more obtain. Her greatest friend and mentor, Niebur, passed away and she was found lost amongst the wreckage. Without him, the taste of the salty sea seemed less desirable. However, she obliged his final wishes and took his lovely ship beneath her hands, claiming the crew as her own and paving her fame. She cut through the seas with a smile on her face. Everything was perfect. Until Mother Nature called for each of the descendants—she thought she was called something else, but “Mother” was much more fitting. And her heart sunk. Not because she was being pulled away from the sea, but because her entire world was being threatened. Mother Nature was her world. It was all of theirs. She wouldn't let her sleep between the cracks. Even if her life depended on it. She would free the seas.