FumitakeYada

▍ ❝   to start.
— zero tolerance for misogyny, lesbiphobia, homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, fatphobia, anti-indigenous attitudes, or zionism▍ ❝   to close.
— preferably be 21+— i tend to idle often, particularly in the Quicksand, feel free to send a tell to talk regardless of being tagged or not.— i love all manner of rp, including darker/mature subjects/occult/etc. i do my best to match the length/style of my partner but given my own choice i love para/multi-paragraph interactions. i enjoy short and long-term stories, but i vastly prefer the latter.— i do have mare, i tend to share if we're vibing well. (i'll just update this later) same with discord for further brainstorming, etc.— i will not interact with people who use gen ai/chatgpt for any of their carrd assets or writing. do better.— i will likely write hooks at some point, but that time is not currently this time

GENERAL .
•   name   :   Yada Fumitake
•   gender   :   cis male (he/him)
•   orientation   :
Crescent straight (bisexual)
•   ethnicity   :   Crescent Raen
•   occupation   :   scribe (formerly), nothing (currently)PHYSICAL .
•   eyes   :    somewhat empty.
•   hair   :    straight, wirey.
•   height   :   average height, for a man of the mountains (or so he says).MENTAL .
•   alignment   :   not any to speak of
•   traits   :   detail-minded, prompt, a little too worried about cleanliness, asks far too many questions despite never answering any himself
•   likes   :   [ he won't tell you ]
•   dislikes   :   cracking joints, people with a 'sense' of justice

BACKGROUND.
•   birthplace   :  Tegegin, Fanged Crescent
•   current residence   :   in flux
•   family   :   two mothers, a sister, others he chooses not to speak of, for reasons he will not say.❝ + A GLIMPSE :
his robes are obsessivley tidy, his hair is neat, his hands are pristine.
has read through nearly every scroll and every tome in his family's collection and found himself unsatisfied. his face smiles, but his eyes don't follow suit. looks like he's searching for something, but he certainly won't tell you.
his ancestors fought in the sennin wars, he is descended from those who twisted the holy arts into something foul.
speaks casually, but with an air of superiority that trickles into each word, a condescension that gives you the vaguest sense that he would rather see you trampled underfoot than speaking to him.

❝ A Sitdown.
"Tegegin is a beautiful city, very picturesque. My work there was always quite fruitful. Some may say monotony is ill-fitting for growth, but with routine comes a robustness seldom can find elsewhere. Sharpens the mind, really. But— ha! That's hardly an interesting listen, is it? The life of a scribe is so dull, hardly something you wish to listen to at length, hmhm." Fumitake shifts about in his seat, for a moment, he pulls out a small pad of parchment, giving it a once over, before returning it to his breast pocket. "I was let go recently. I like to think I did my job too well, put my contemporaries to shame." Hands folded in his lap, he looks down at them for a moment. "'Disagreements'? That's... well, certainly a way to put it. False accusations aplenty, along with my mother's complete assassination of character. I care very little for how the magistrates feel if they act with such little evidence and hearsay from highland trash." His expression grows cold, petulant, eyes narrowed and accusatory. "What is said of the Yada is falsehood. None of the old teachings remain, burned away as was decreed."

❝ Brothers, Sisters.
There were many, and Fumitake loved them all. The Yada descend from sennin of old, wielders of forbidden things, held with intent to turn the tide against a conflict that threatened to last longer then they did. To die in those times was simply the next step of living, to rise and descend and rise anew as divine faithful. The fighting eventually ceased, and the lords of this land deigned that knowledge and ancestral rites were to cease as well. An insult beyond measure, so Fumitake was raised to understand. The old guard would have seen his family die from illness, his beautiful brothers and sisters to wither and pass, fulfilling nothing. Why, then, do their magicks make them whole again? Make them able to stand and walk and dance with their brother, whom loves them all?Why, then, do those without understanding seek to take his love from him? There is no sin in pursuing the next stage of life. The only sin was the forcing of his hand, for Fumitake himself to return his brothers and sisters to their sickbeds.There were many, and Fumitake killed them all.