Name: Yaken Ryouken Makoto

meanings:
Yaken: stray dog, owner-less dog
Ryouken: hunting dog
Makoto: truth; sincerity; fidelity; devotion

Age: 435 ( in human that’s 23)

Appearance/description:
Tall and lean, but not more than most. Tight, defined, warrior-begotten muscles that ripple under loose clothing when it flies behind him in the blood-scented wind. Dark, wild hair that hangs in delicately sloping eyes, a fierce silvery blue color that deepens to sapphire when rage sparks behind them. Nestled in the chestnut locks is a pair of keen ears, reticent of a wolf or lovable dog, though these ears are used for far more than hearing the squeals of delighted children. Like the rest of him, they are trained. A sharp nose and lush lips decorate an overall beautiful face, stark against the milky complexion and stubble the color of night graces the chiseled marble jaw. A firm, supple neck adorned with a frayed dog collar, chains and a delicate braided thread and pendant that obviously once belonged to a lover. A simple, earthy colored tunic wraps his wide chest, and an elegant black hooded robe covers his strong shoulders, draping down his back and dangling at his heels. Beneath the robe dangles a thick, though elegantly brushed tail of ebony and earth, swaying gently when he walks, lying still and beautiful at rest. His pants are loose and black as well and sagging slightly on his slender waist. His shoes are simple sandals, worn and with black wraps twisting their way up his muscular calves. And around his middle, a thick, black fabric entwined with silvers and other pure metals protects him from vicious attacks. His strong arms scarred and bruised, never devoid of a fresh cut. On his right arm, around his wrist there wraps a tattoo, fierce and dark like his eyes, twisted into something resembling the stamp of a warrior. Adorning both his wrists, black ties, and on one long, skillful finger, a single gold ring.


Race: An Underworld hybrid.