- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Yuno Avasaad
█ AGE ▬ 20
█ NICKNAME ▬ Yu, Fluffy
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Werewolf
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Hella Homo
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Ring Fighting Slave
█ PARTNER ▬ Single
█ STATUS ▬ Guard for Pietr Barker
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Black
█ EYES ▬ Yellow
█ BUILD ▬ A lean, sinewy kind of muscular. He looks more lean when he's clothed, but when he takes off his shirt to fight, the truth comes out. All he does is fight and smoke. Boy's ripped. [6"1]
█ TATTOOS ▬ None
█ SCARS ▬ All of them. All over. Particularly his forearms are covered in deep gouges, as well as most of his back and shoulders. He has a few scattered lacerations on his calves, and a nasty burn on one shoulder from a fight with a fire mage. The biggest is a wide, long scar on his side, reaching from his belly button, all the way around to the right of his spine, from that one time he was almost completely eviscerated. Good times.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ O1 Hide & Seek - Johnny T
█ ▬ O2 Ultimate Soldier - Evangelion
█ ▬ O3 Bom Bom - Sam and the Womp
█ ▬ O4 Heathens - 21 Pilots
█ ▬ O5 Search and Destroy - SuckerPunch OST
█ ▬ O6 Frontier Psychiatry - The Avalanches
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Smoking, of all kinds
█ ▬ Fighting, but more importantly, winning. Preferably by a large margin.
█ ▬ Sleeping, it's his second favorite thing after fighting. Especially after the full moon. Don't wake him. Don't.
█ ▬ Meat. The fresher and the raw-er, the better.
█ ▬ Ice cream sandwiches. Especially the vanilla ones.
█ ▬ Wearing fancy clothes. It makes him feel, you know.... like less of a slave.
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Being talked down to. He takes it from Tacks, because that's his boss, and he's supposed to respect his boss. Everyone else can stick it, though.
█ ▬ Being placed as a bet. He feels very... devalued by it.
█ ▬ Being woken up from sleep. Seriously don't do it he bites.
█ ▬ Psychic mages; he's terrified of them
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Stubborn
█ ▬ Callous
█ ▬ Lonely
█ ▬ Mistrusting
█ ▬ Obedient (if you've managed to assert that you're the boss)
█ ▬ Agressive
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Yuno does not know who he is.
He does not remember.
His past is a fuzzy blur to him, but for your sake, here's what happened;
Yuno was the only child of a lycan mother, Alyssa, and her husband, a caim named Maluk. His young mother died in childbirth, after a very long and laborious pregnancy which had weakened her. The reason for this, likely, was because Yuno was a werewolf. As a child, Yuno often heard a lot about his grandmother from his grandfather. She had been a werewolf too, he would say. He talked about how beautiful and fierce she was, but Yuno was perceptive even as a child. While his Grandfather talked, his dad listened, always with a sad look in his eyes. Yuno asked to meet her more than once, but his dad and grandfather would shake their heads, and his dad would silently explain that they didn't know where she was anymore.
Yuno grew up playing on the floor of his Grandfathers little 'shop' where he and his dad saw strange people as they came in hurting and afraid, and sent them out whole again. It was far beyond his understanding as a child. To him, it seemed perfectly normal that strangers frequently came in, bloody and injured, and then slunk quietly back out into the streets, day and night, even at odd hours of the morning. It was a happy place to him. It was covered in plants and flowers in pots, with ivy eve crawling across the walls in places; the plants his grandfather tended so lovingly. Although there were no windows, there was always lamplight that played in bright vivid colors through stained glass windchimes that dripped from the ceiling. There were always shiny rocks and crystals, and whenever he pointed one out his father would show him what their names were, and explain where they came from him. To Yuno, it was a safe, magical haven. It didn't bother him when he heard people scream in pain or fear. In fact, he almost enjoyed the sound. It made the world seem... right. Even though he knew his father was helping these people, when he heard them scream out, he sometimes liked to imagine Maluk was actually killing them. Like most children, he liked to believe his dad was stronger and tougher than anything else in the world. He was big enough, after all. Yuno hardly ever went outside, as he wasn't allowed to attend public school. His grandfather homeschooled him instead (since by then, his dad Maluk was mostly the only one running the 'shop' anymore). When he asked why he couldn't go, his father would sign that the schools just weren't the best place for him, and that they couldn't help him the way he needed. Yuno didn't understand, and it made him angry sometimes, and sad other times. In some ways, it made him resent his dad. He became a very lonely child.
On the other hand, Yuno and his grandfather were very close. His dad, Maluk, was mute, so his grandfather was the only voice he usually heard. He taught Yuno more sign language, and how to read and write. They learned about science and history from textbooks his dad brought home, and sometimes he and his grandfather would go and study in the park, reading english textbooks, verse,and poetry. Yuno really loved poetry as a child, and his grandfather even bought him a special leather journal to write down poems in. He loved the way it smelled. So Yuno took it particularly hard when his grandfather passed away when he was ten. His dad had done his best to explain, telling him that he had been healing people for years, and the effect that had on caims like them, but it didn't make Yuno feel any better that he had lost his best friend and mentor because he was helping other people. It only made him feel bitter. Things went downhill for Yuno, after that.
To his credit, Maluk, the big silent healer, did his best raising Yuno alone. He had never been equipped for parenthood, let alone single parenthood. He loved his son with all of his heart, but he just couldn't ever seem to express it right. The ex-gangster and illegal operative just did what he could to keep Yuno out of the kind of trouble he had gotten into as a youth, keep him safe from others... and keeping others safe from him. Yuno was actually extremely lucky, as werewolves went. Unlike many, who had to work their way through slews of alchemists and enchanters to find the best suppressant for their violent transformations, Yunos dad used his caim abilities in a unique way. When the full moon rolled around, Maluk did his best to make it a happy night, not something to be dreaded and afraid. They always picked out a movie to watch (whatever Yuno picked) and ate junk food for dinner and way more dessert than real food. They would relax and have fun and chat until the moon started to rise. Then, Maluk would just hold him. He would rub his head as he hugged him against his chest, laying in bed or on the couch with him, and Yuno would just suddenly feel so calm, so serene and sleepy. When he was younger, he would always black out, and never remember a thing in the morning. But as the years went on, he started remembering bits and pieces. Of course, his dad had explained it to him before. What a werewolf was, what being one meant, why it was always important to be home and with him when it was that night of the month. When he got older, he would remember more and more, the feeling of his long paws and snout, and the faded feeling of rage somewhere in the back of his mind while his father twitched. And when he got a little older still, he grew to like the shape. He would lay sprawled out while his father stroked his fur, running his long tongue over long, dagger teeth, and wagging his tail. He really liked that shape, he decided. It felt so much better, so much more natural. But when he told his father that... oh, he didn't like that one bit. And that, well... that made Yuno angry. They started fighting. Even though Maluk was a terribly patient man, Yuno more than compensated in his temper. Finally, one night, in an act of freedom and rebellion, Yuno slipped out on night of the full moon. He was fifteen years old. He never saw his home or his father again.
All his life, his werewolf shifts had been peaceful. He was never anything more than content, and in control of himself. But this night, away from his father, everything was completely different. He could see through his own eyes, but his thoughts were so loud in his ears. He was happy, exhilarated, and he could do anything he wanted. He knew it. When he wanted to run, he ran. When he wanted to howl, he howled. And when he wanted to bite, he bit. He bit and he clawed and he howled so much that he felt like he couldn't stop,and soon the excitement turned into fear. He felt like a child trapped on a runaway train, going faster and faster, too fast for him to ever hope to stop. As you can imagine, even in these shady city slums, people were none too happy about a loose werewolf running amuck, pouncing on people and dragging them into shadowy alleyways. But the world is full of opportunists, and the hunter quickly became the hunted.
But Yuno doesn't remember any of that.
All Yuno has of those memories is a faded blur lingering in the back of his mind; the smell of honeysuckles, ivy growing on the ceiling, large brown hands spelling out his name... and that was all. Yunos earliest memory is waking up in a dingy room, with faded wallpaper peeling away from deep gouges in the plaster behind it. Everything hurt, and he could barely move. He didn't know who he was, or where he was. There were two men on the other side of the door, talking about something in low voices. They came inside, and asked him if he knew his name. He shook his head, and one man smiled so politely that he knew it had to be a lie. They told him that his name was Yuno, and he was a registered slave. He was an orphan, they said, wandering on the streets living a life of crime, desperately feeding on the bodies of people he hurt as a werewolf beast rampaging the streets.
He furrowed his brows. No, that wasn't right. He told them no, that wasn't true. He had... someone. He had a home. He needed to get back. Someone was looking for him... someone he missed, with big hands.
He looked into their eyes and felt strange. He felt those familiar feelings pulling, pushing warping. Fading farther and farther away.
He woke up again, and they asked him if he knew who he was. He said no. They told him his name was Yuno, and he was a registered slave. He was alone on the streets, and he had no home. Yuno nodded dimly, believing it, for the most part. But there was one thing he did manage to cling to; I'm not supposed to be here. But he couldn't remember why.
Thus, Yuno began his life as a slave. For the first year, he was taught about respecting his masters and being polite. This went about as well as coaxing a chicken into a pit of fire. Even without his memories, Yuno was stubborn, and wild, and always keeping that one thought tucked away. I'm not supposed to be here. He didn't have anywhere to go, so he wouldn't run away, but he certainly didn't have to listen, either. And his transformations didn't help the process along either. Each full moon he was locked in that secure room and left to rampage as he pleased. At first, they even gave him things to play with; small animals, pieces of suspicious meat and the whatnot. But the toys stopped coming in soon enough, when the slavers realized that they only fueled into his aggression. For months Yuno grew more and more wild. His master, a fairy who always wore pinsuits, by the name of Tacks, was finally forced to bring in help from one of his... contacts.
It was another slave, and another werewolf at that. Yuno was large for his age, and getting bigger every day. He inherited his massive size from his father, although he couldn't remember that. But next to this new werewolf, he looked like a reed in a breeze. The two were Bound together by a long tether, and the giant werewolf became Yunos constant companion. The older, bulkier slave, who was named Abel, was his disciplinarian. A lawful, rehabilitated slave, he followed instructions with little to no qualm. If Tacks told Yuno to do something and he refused, or swore, or spat at him, he found his face in the floor. If Yuno lashed out, his face was in the floor. If he tried stealing or biting... you get the idea. Soon enough, Yuno had no choice but to accept Abel as his alpha, and he hated it. At first, he hated Abel, too. But as time wore on, he realized that the older slave was not only taking it easy on him - he was trying to help him. They would sit, and Abel would talk to him about the underground fighting rings. Yuno had never heard of them before, but Abel assured him that the rings were exactly what his master, Tacks, had in mind for him. Abel was a ring fighter himself, their masters often collaborating. Tacks had a few other slaves whom he had in and out of the rings, sometimes housed by one of the local gangs. Abel had even fought some of them. Abel could see Yuno itching to fight, even if it was for someone else. So he did his best to guide him.
Yuno became Abels protege, and the older slave guided him in the tricks of the ring as best as he could. This was accomplished, mostly, by Abel beating the everliving crap out of him nigh constantly. He would hit Yuno as hard as he could, and then make him stand up again. By that point, Abel had already taught Yuno the most important lesson - obey. He would be able to fight, kill, even, and Tacks might grant him some leeway and freedoms, but he had to do as he was told. Yuno, eventually, begrudgingly, consented, on the condition that Abel teach him to be a better fighter. So, they started with lesson one: how to take a hit. Abel told Yuno that he needed to be able to be hit by someone three times his height and weight, and still be able to spring back up and keep coming. Abel also did his best to teach Yuno how to control partial transformations, something he told him would prove to be a (sometimes literal) lifesaver in combat. Abel could stretch out his jaws into a muzzle of sharp teeth to clamp down on an opponent, but he discouraged Yuno from going that route. He told him it was short-sighted. No, Abel insisted that he focus not on his claws or his teeth or even his legs - but his arms.
"Having superior reach on a shorter frame will let you get yer opponents 'fore they get you." Abel had explained "As a bonus, it might be subtle 'nuff they won't notice 'till its too late."
Sadly, Yuno wasn't a terribly quick study, and it took him a full two years to master this little trick. But by the end of it he was seventeen, almost twice as big, and capable of lengthening his arms to their bestial length and girth in mid-swing. He was introduced into the rings at sixteen, and went a year of fighting without using this ability at all. All of Abels beatings proved to be a great asset. Compared to the blows of his mentor, most opponents punches felt like play fighting. Even though he lacked some of the raw wit and skill of some of his opponents, Yuno was often able to overcome on the sheer basis that no one could keep him down. He would just keep on getting up over and over until his opponent was worn out. By the time he was seventeen, he hardly needed to use the trick with his arms. But as he moved up to more and more lethal battles, he found it was indeed a useful ace to keep up his sleeves. Abel lived long enough to see Yuno become a powerful and viable opponent in the ring. But shortly before Yuno turned eighteen, he was killed in a deathmatch.
Ever since, Yuno became colder than ever, but he abided by Abels lessons. He continued to serve under Tacks, listening to his commands, winning his battles, and earning himself a few small freedoms. Tacks, fortunately, did believe in positive reinforcement, and would buy all manner of trinkets and adornments for Yuno when he won fights in the ring. Yuno quickly grew to be a fan of wearing fine clothes when he wasn't fighting, as well as smoking cigars, cigarettes, and especially joints after a good fight. He also got into the habit of getting himself high out of his mind before his transformations on the full moon, as he found it helped him relax. Once, on a fighting bout around New Years, Tacks gave him a hit of acid before he transformed, and then tossed him into a ring with a few other fighter coked out on various substances. That free-for-all is still spoken of with uproarious laughter and chattering from those who were in attendance... and watching from outside the ring, of course. These days, Yuno has largely talked himself into complacency. He would live as well as he could until, sooner or later, someone tore his throat out in the ring, the way they had done his friend Abel. It was just an inevitability. What irks him these days is that Tacks has taken to placing Yuno himself as a bet on some of the ring fights. And he doesn't find himself too keen on working for some of those underground mob bosses and fatcats...
█ ABILITIES
▬ SMELL THE FEAR
One of the things Abel taught him was how to use his nose to his advantage, even in battle. He has learned to recognize the smells of adrenaline, sweat, blood, and most importantly, fear. He can smell when he has someone on the ropes, even if they never betray it in their face. He will often test the waters, using different moves and tactics until he does one that makes him smell fear. And then he will doggedly pursue that attack until he gets to his opponents weak spot. This ability also lets him know when he can get away with being defiant and throwing his weight around.
▬ THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS (ha)
Under Abels instruction and years of practice, Yuno learned to shapeshift just his arms so that they have the length, girth, and muscle mass of his werewolf form. He tends not to use this ability in combat unless he's starting to get desperate (it does always leave him sore after) but it is an invaluable weapon for a sneak attack. When an opponent thinks they have his reach figured out and try to dodge just outside of it, Yuno will suddenly have them in the grip of his overmuscled arms and at his mercy. He would look kind of silly, with those arms too big and long for his body, if he wasn't using them to tear people apart.
▬ EXTREME DURABILITY
Long and short of it? If Yuno was standing still, and was hit by a semi traveling at 80mph, he would get some bruises and the semi would get a new grill. Yuno can take a heck of a beating and still stand up and deck you. You might need a literal wrecking ball to keep him down.
▬ ADVANCED HEARING
His hearing is incredibly sharp, and sometimes it's more of a hindrance than anything, as excessive noise stresses him out. In the rings, there's so much noise that he can kind of tune it all out, but he doesn't like it. In quieter environments, he can hear the heartbeats of those around him. Combined with his sense of smell, it gives him a perfect read of how people are actually feeling, regardless of how they're acting, and Yuno loves that. In noisy places, it makes him feel a little blind.
▬ ENHANCED VISION
Yunos eyes are incredibly sharp, even at night. He is not limited by the dimness of his environment. He can detect even slight movements - small twitches of muscles indicating which way someone is about to move, quick dartings of the eyes, beads of sweat, Yuno sees it all.
▬ THICK SKULLED
This may fall under Yunos extreme durability, but his head is a solid as a brick. He has been known to headbutt people into submission, and he has only ever been knocked unconscious by having a blow struck to his head once, and that was by Abel.
█ EXTRA
Yuno does know sign language, and can communicate perfectly well with it. But he does not remember how or why he knows it.
Yunos voice claim is Joaquin Phoenix as Kenai
He was brainwashed and subjected to at least a years worth of mental and physical abuse at the hands of Simon Saez. As a result, he has a crippling phobia of all psychic mages, but he is particularly terrified of him.
