yasha

muse

Yasha is an oddity: soft-spoken yet unsettling, playful yet distant. Centuries of isolation have left her detached from reality, her mind shaped by half-formed memories and Ara’s cold affection. She views the world through a whimsical, almost dreamlike lens, making her unpredictable and eerily unbothered by things that should unsettle her.Her curiosity is boundless, but her grasp on social norms is nonexistent — she laughs at the wrong moments, speaks in cryptic musings, and fixates on things others overlook. Delusional yet oddly patient, she floats through life like a spirit caught between dreams and waking, never quite belonging to either.

ㅤChaoticㅤ ㅤCreativeㅤ ㅤCuriousㅤ ㅤDelusionalㅤ
ㅤDetachedㅤ ㅤDistractibleㅤ ㅤEerieㅤ ㅤForgetfulㅤ
ㅤImaginativeㅤ ㅤMischievousㅤ ㅤNaïveㅤ
ㅤOffbeatㅤ ㅤPatientㅤ ㅤPlayfulㅤ ㅤReservedㅤ
ㅤSocially Ineptㅤ ㅤSoft-Spokenㅤ ㅤUnnervingㅤ
ㅤUnpredictableㅤ ㅤUnusualㅤ

aversions

  • Bladed objects. Yasha has inherited her sire’s fear of blades. Still, she watches them with a quiet fascination, as if trying to understand why they unsettle her so deeply.

  • Bright lights. The fox prefers to linger in dim or dark. It’s more than a preference — bright lights hurt her sensitive eyes and cause her lingering pain.

  • Dogs. Another dislike inherited from her sire. All canines are considered rivals and guilty until proven otherwise. Of what? No one knows.

  • Loud noises. She doesn’t mind people, but she prefers them from a distance. Solitude is familiar, comfortable. Crowds are too loud, too fast, too much.

interests

  • Divination. Yasha reads meaning into every flicker of candlelight and every scatter of bones, certain the world is always whispering secrets just for her. Whether her predictions are true or simply the product of her own delusions is impossible to say.

  • Herbalism. The shrine’s overgrown garden was her whole world for centuries, a tangle of roots and forgotten blooms. She still tends to plants with quiet devotion, whispering to them as if they might whisper back.

  • Stories She grew up on the same handful of tales Ara told her, over and over again. Now, she collects new ones wherever she can, fascinated by the lives she’ll never live.

  • Sweets. Sugary treats make her eyes light up in a way little else does.

echoes

Long before they became auspices, Ara and Kiru were wild foxes, cunning and untamed. They met in a battle over sacred ground, a vicious fight that ended in mutual admiration. Over time, that admiration became something deeper — a love forged in blood and ambition.As they ascended, Kiru built a cult of worshippers, growing his influence with every sacrifice made in his name. Ara, never content with servitude, found her own power through a village that worshipped her in secret. She promised them protection, but in truth, she used them for her own means — manipulating their devotion, feeding on their sacrifices.But Kiru's hunger for dominance grew. What was once a shared empire became a power struggle. When he set his sights on her village, Ara knew he wouldn’t stop until they belonged to him — or were wiped out. Rather than bow, she turned on him first. Allying with the humans she once used, she tricked Kiru and sealed him inside a blade, ensuring that his influence would die out before he could consume what was hers.

But Kiru was never one to be outmaneuvered so easily. As a final act of defiance, he tore a piece of his own soul free and bound it to Ara, birthing Yasha — a fox spirit, a living curse meant to unravel Ara from within. Yasha was never given a choice in the matter. She existed as a fragment of vengeance, an echo of Kiru’s will trapped in a body not entirely her own.Ara should have destroyed her. It would have been easy in the beginning, before Yasha had learned to speak, before she had a name. But in the endless silence of her prison, the spirit was all she had. Instead of consuming her, Ara kept her close, raising her not as a tool of war, but as something else — something softer.Together, they tended to the shrine and its labyrinthian garden, caught in the liminality of a prison meant to last forever. For centuries, Yasha knew only Ara’s presence, her lessons, her distant, wary affection. But she also knew what she was. She knew the part of her that didn’t belong to Ara, the whisper of another’s will curled around her bones.Then, suddenly — the shrine shattered.Kiru had returned. His wrath was so great that, in his fury, he unwittingly freed them both.Ara fled. Yasha did not.Instead, Yasha consumed a very important item Kiru had. Now, he's finally having to step up as a father and provide for this... creature.

crossroads

  • Fox in the Garden. Tending to the plants at the shrine was one of the few tasks Ara trusted her with. She still carries that patience, careful hands made for pruning, planting, and pulling weeds. If your character has a garden, Yasha may appear uninvited to inspect the plants, whispering nonsense.

  • Strange Stories. She grew up on the same handful of stories, told and retold by Ara until she could recite them in her sleep. If your character has a tale to tell, real or imagined, Yasha will sit, wide-eyed and eager, as if drinking in the world itself. She might even trade a story of her own...

  • Sweet Tooth. Sweets light up her entire existence. If your character offers her a piece of candy or a pastry, they may find themselves with a persistent, foxy shadow. She doesn’t need to eat, but that won’t stop her from hoarding treats like a dragon with treasure. What’s a little bribery between friends?

  • The Knife’s Edge. Bladed objects unsettle her, yet she can't stop staring. If your character wields a sword, a dagger, or even just a kitchen knife, they may notice Yasha watching. She won’t reach for it, but her curiosity is palpable. Maybe she wants to understand her fear — or perhaps she simply wants to see how sharp the edge is.

  • Timeless Rivalry. Dogs. Wolves. Anything with fangs and a tail is automatically guilty of something. She won’t attack, but she will absolutely glare, puff up her fur, and act like she’s locked in a centuries-old blood feud. If your character has a canine companion, they may find themselves caught in the middle of a very one-sided war.

  • Whispers of Fate. Yasha sees patterns in everything — tea leaves, curling incense, the way a candle flickers in the wind. If your character is in need of guidance (or just enjoys a bit of nonsense), she’s more than happy to share a reading. Whether it’s fate, intuition, or pure delusion, who can say?

beyond

  • IC =/= OOC. I’m not my character, my character is not me. I’m happily married. Friends are great, but don't flirt with me OOC.

  • Consent and communication are paramount to interaction. Let me know if you’re not feeling the scene or uncomfortable; I’ll do the same.

  • 21+ only. Keep things third person, please.

  • Quality over quantity. In-game, expect 1-2 paragraphs; on Discord, expect 2-5.

  • I prefer plot-heavy connections and long-term non-romantic bonds. No ERP.

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  • I’m interested in dark and mature themes intermixed with conflict.

  • Lore-bending is fine, but I’m not interested in lore-breaking, WoL, self-inserts, kinning, or alternate universes.

  • Permanent death and disfigurement, metagaming, godmodding, and powerplaying are also no-goes for me. Injuries are fine, talk to me about it first.

  • Dice rolls for combat and determiners when not improvising.