- ♔THE BASICS
- ▌Name ▬▬ Ye Kansu
▌Alias ▬▬ Y, Healer of Ostia
▌Role ▬▬ Healer
▌Age ▬▬ 31
▌Gender ▬▬ Male
▌Race ▬▬ Human
▌Orientation ▬▬ Heterosexual
▌Allegiance ▬▬ himself
▌Appearance ▬▬ Pale skin, brown eyes, jet black hair awash upon his head with a ponytail. Beards every other month. Preferred footwear is sandals.
▌Height ▬▬ 6 ft.
▌Weight ▬▬ 185 lbs.
▌Markings ▬▬ none
♔THE INTERESTS
- ▌Likes ▬▬ quietness, nature, helping people, sarcasm, falling leaves
▌Dislikes ▬▬ tempers, disloyalty, vanity, bad jokes, smoking
▌Hobbies ▬▬ strumming untuned lyres, reading
♔THE POWERS
▌Fighting Style ▬▬ Not much could be said for Ye's fighting style. Though he claims to be a pacifist, Ye is an above par hand to hand combatant, learned in a few techniques. Two key tenets make up Ye's fighting philosophy. First, he refuses to fight using anything that draws blood, and second, he never plays the role of the aggressor. Initial stages of every duel or battle that he partook in follow a standard order. He allows the opponent to make the opening moves, and then he determines a path past their defenses through observation with the aim to hit their pressure points. If the enemy seems too dogged or impenetrable, Ye will sidestep battle, and if necessary, run. He does not prefer long drawn out battles as after a certain point he will no longer throw fists but merely parry or dodge incoming blows.
▌The Rendering ▬▬ The Rendering is unique to Ye, and it is able to cure and heal just about anything short of resurrecting the dead. He calls his healing magic "The Rendering" because he must “render” a part of himself in the process of healing someone. This ability drains Ye's energy proportional to how long he has channeled it. This is Ye's predominant skill, and one that no one ever taught him as he came into it on his own. Unknown to Ye, his usage upon himself diminishes its effectiveness over time.
▌Fragmented Fists Technique ▬▬ Not a technique passed down from some great master, the Fragmented Fists is both a misnomer and a fighting technique. It is an improvised fighting form created by Ye himself centered around various punches from uppercuts to hooks, and kicks from roundhouses to axes.
▌Five Ghost Palms ▬▬ Sewa taught Ye the Five Ghost Palms, from which he extrapolated his own technique of the Fragmented Fists. While Fists focuses on fist strikes, the Palms technique centers upon palms and, to a lesser extent, wrists. The goal of this technique is to block or intercept enemy strikes with one's palms and wrists, and, unlike Fragmented Fists, it is almost impossible to use offensively.
▌Footwork ▬▬ Great for fighting, also great for dancing, but definitely the greatest for running. Ye moves faster than the average person, and even moreso in combat. However, only more experienced fighters may perceive the degree of difference.
▌Medical Botany ▬▬ Ye possesses extensive knowledge and understanding of various plants and herbs used in medicinal compounds and poultices.
▌Cooking ▬▬ He learned to cook at a young age, and, while he does not profess to be a talented chef, his fish and tomato stew could sell out a restaurant by its own merit.
▌Endurance ▬▬ Ye has lived in impoverished and ascetic conditions for much of his life. As such his body can endure much with the added benefit of his body's ability to repair itself, though not always.
♔THE PERSONAL
- ▌Pacifistic ▬▬ Ye is a pacifist, but a militant one at that. He will never like violence, but understands its necessity as a tool for peace. It is also the reason he dislikes people who resort to violence first to resolve problems. He will almost always step forward to provide a non-violent solution or compromise.
▌Steadfast ▬▬ First to step forward, and last to leave. Ye will stay true to any idea or objective that he has taken as his own. Though he believes in few things, what few things he does believe in, he holds dear.
▌Melancholy ▬▬ The outward veneer of reservedness and peace hides the melancholy that pervades his soul. To him, it is unexplainable, but he knows the feeling that exists within.
▌Altruistic ▬▬ He seeks to help others, sometimes even at a cost to himself, so much that he may fail to perceive someone taking advantage of his good nature. His lack of self-interest stems from a lifetime of self-reliance that does not seek much in the way of material wealth.
▌History ▬▬ Ye Kansu was born to two Ostian commoners, Ye Lun and Xia Daji, who lived in a poorer suburb on the edge of the city. His father, Ye Lun, worked as an apothecary. He had built a reputation for himself in the district they lived in. They called him a healer. When Ye turned six, his father passed away without explanation.
His mother never spoke about it, and, when asked, only said that he had met his time. That response never satisfied him. His mother abandoned the management of their family herb shop and worked as a weaver to support them. He studied what few manuals of medicine his father left behind. Ye was ever curious and hoped they held the secret as to why or how his father died. They did not. Yet, they did open his mind to the world in which his father had lived. Herbs, medicines, sicknesses, ailments, diseases, treatments, and cures.
When his mother discovered this, she forbade him from reading or learning anything more about medicine, but he expressed a desire to help people the way his father had done. His mother cried and never spoke again about it. At age eight, when he asked his mother whether he could go to school, his mother refused on the grounds that they were poor as only his mother provided income for his family. Ye realized that if his father had yet lived, he might have been able to go. It crushed him.
A group of boys found him crying in an alley and attacked him. While he was not much of a fighter, his anger demanded that he refuse to yield even as the bruises began to wear on his frame. Yet he had not noticed that his bruises faded as soon as they appeared. A man named Sewa suggested that Ye learn to defend himself if he wanted to live in a sometimes unforgiving world. When asked if he could make Ye strong, Sewa said yes. It became a temporary escape from the life he lived and the mother he pretended he never knew.
Everyday for nine years Ye would wake up at dawn and run straight toward his master's home to cook, clean, and wash. Sewa would teach him how to defend himself with basic techniques that anyone could have taught him. A punch here. A kick there.
One day at the age of sixteen he decided to confront his mother with the path he had chosen. She refused to accept this. He ran off once more. This time, he found a sick and frail woman resting in the slums. He at once thought of his mother as that woman, that one day she would become just as sick and frail. He came to the woman and offered to help her in what ways he could. Food. Water. He cared for her for days, but her condition showed no progress. Until one night, he watched as she slept in between coughs. He tried to channel the energy that Sewa spoke of that Ye remained skeptical about, but by this point he felt it necessary to give it a try.
He lost himself in thought, until he opened his eyes and the woman came awake and alive.
The next morning he ran to his mother with the revelation. She became furious and drove him from her home. He never understood why. When he returned again a few days later, she went missing. Ostian watchmen found her body on the shore. She committed suicide.
He remained heartbroken and confused as he staggered to Sewa to seek answers. His master told him that he already knew the answers. In that moment, he rediscovered a purpose to continue. He worked various odd jobs to save up money, and at twenty four reopened his father's apothecary. He restocked the shelves with new books on medicine and herbs that he devoted his time to studying. He felt that he had a gift, but he did not want to squander it. He felt he had to become a healer the proper way like his father.
Four years later at 28, Ye closed up the shop and decided to set out from Ostia into the great expanse of dry land. A sandstorm forced him to seek shelter in a canyon where he found a man on the cusp of death. Ye rushed to the man and recognized him to be Ivar Karsh and began to heal him. Within moments the man returned to consciousness and moved about on his feet with renewed vigor like a young bull. A group of militant orcs ambushed his cadre, for they had been displeased with his recent policies. He was astonished by Ye's ability, and he felt he owed Ye a great debt. In retrospect, the elevation of Ye to the position of "The Healer of Ostia" seemed a bit grandiose and far-fetched, but they paled in comparison to the large allowance that Karsh offered.
Ye refused. He had no interest in wealth or titles. Karsh withdrew the allowance, for obvious reasons, but he offered Ye a villa overlooking a small patch of quiet semi-arable land outside of the city. He suggested that Ye may continue to help people from there. The healer hesitated because he had sought to leave the city and the history of his life that it carried. He acquiesced, thinking that fate had set him in the place he needed to be. Since then, he has worked as
♔PLOT WISHLIST
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- Ye does not know that he is dying of an incurable disease that accelerates his aging, caused in part by the Rendering.
- Could be placed in a position where he must save a friend by saving an enemy.
- Has a penchant for reading trashy romance novels. Just waiting for someone to bust him on this.