Elsayed, Issa Yony

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N A M E Jupis
C O N T A C T S PM preferred, messenger upon request.
O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S None
R A N D O M . F A C T I absolutely adore Disney movies and can quote the entire Mulan movie among several others. It’s a problem, the whole bursting out into random song, but it’s something that I’ve come to accept.

N A M E Issa Yony Elsayed
N I C K N A M E S Yony; though it is his middle name, he answers to absolutely nothing else. He introduces himself as Yony and just Yony. He holds absolutely no love for his first name and even less for his last.
A G E Twenty-two.
B I R T H D A T E December 26
G E N D E R Male
S E X U A L I T Y Asexual though he leans more towards homosexual than heterosexual.
O C C U P A T I O N Mercenary, thief, all forms of extortion and criminal behavior; anything that keeps him from doing actual labor. His real specialty is arson; mixing gun powder and lighting all that he sees aflame, but well, occupations implies that he gets paid for it. And Yony? Well Yony would set the entire world on fire for free.
M A G I C ? Yony was blessed with the elemental fire of his homeland, something most people deeply regret. Never formally taught nor trained, his magic runs amuck, completely at the whim of Yony’s horrid temper and severe anger problems. He seems to have a great deal of power though that could also be simply because Yony pushes his magic past sane limits with absolutely no regard for his own well being. More often than not he burns himself out and puts himself at great risk. But does that stop him? Not in the least.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Fire: Level 3, Class D

H E I G H T When he stands barefoot, something Yony will never do, 5’6”. When he wears his leather boots that have just the faintest heel, 5’8” which is the height he claims to be.
W E I G H T Roughly between one hundred and one hundred, ten pounds.
B U I L D Many people would describe Yony as gaunt. He is exceedingly thin, both unhealthily and unappealingly so. Furthermore, it does not help his stature in the least that he has a very slender bone structure to begin with. Not exactly feminine features, per say, but he certainly lacks the generally thought of masculine shoulders and ribcage.
E Y E S Slightly almond shaped bright blue eyes that are none too pleasant to look at.
H A I R Sun-bleached blonde hair to the point where it looks white. Generally it’s long and unruly, Yony simply not one to really bother all that much with day-to-day upkeep. It’s generally cut at various lengths from Yony hacking away at it with a pocket knife rather than attempting to comb out the unfortunate, but unavoidable, matting that comes from being a traveler.
I D E N T I F I E R S In the way of piercings, Yony only has his ears pierced and those were done after he left his wasteland of a home. After all, sand, in piercings? Can anyone say impossible upkeep and infections? He does not presently have any tattoos but he has more scars than he cares to count. Everything from general childhood clumsiness to battle scars. Not only that but he has several burn scars from when his magic got too out of control.
A P P E A R A N C E Some might say that Yony has a pretty face: a pointed chin, slightly almond shaped eyes, a nose that surprisingly doesn’t look like it’s been busted from too many bar fights like you see on most mercenaries. Young, yes. Skinny, yes. But maybe if he looked just a little healthier, he’d be appealing, right?
Those people quickly retract that thought process, however, after simply having a conversation with Yony. His beautiful face is too often marred by a twisted, sadistic smirk that shows his canines as if he were imagining ripping out someone’s throat in an animalistic fashion, a gleam in his eyes that reflect his desire for blood. Looks of contempt, hatred, anger; none of them allow him to be painted as anything but a hideous monster. After seeing one of those looks, a person could never again even remotely consider Yony to be pretty. After that, all a person is usually able to see are his sharp features that give him the illusion of being all the deadlier, small or not.
His garb is fairly inconsistent in the sense that Yony wears whatever is at hand or whatever he is able to steal. Only two things are consistent for him: his slightly heeled boots that he wears until literally the soles are falling apart and his fur-lined coat. Coming from the desert, Yony isn’t used to any other temperatures and is thus in a constant state of freezing his ass off. He can never seem to get warm enough and thus couldn’t even begin to dream of parting with said coat. He never wears armor, however, for it is far too encumbering for a person of his size. His lack of armor and protection would be one obvious explanation of his many battle scars. He is, however, a big fan of layering. Not only because it keeps him warmer but because is makes him appear just slightly bigger.

L I K E S Yony is a man of simple tastes; he likes to kill. He likes to cause suffering. It comes very natural to him and he’s very good at it. As for a more tangible expression of delight, Yony is madly in love with cinnamon rolls. Delicious, gooey, glaze-coated goodness that is cinnamon rolls. He will never pass up a cinnamon roll, even in his worst of moods. He is also very fond of traveling surprisingly enough, despite how much he seems to dislike everything around him.
D I S L I K E S Besides the obvious, Yony absolutely loathes the cold, and, to him, cold is anything less than sixty-five degrees. He also generally dislikes people; they annoy and irritate him through no fault of their own. Children are especially ill received by him. Other annoyances include being told what he feels and being called by his first name. Surprisingly, he also has a strong distain for greed, something that most people would not guess about him.
F E A R S Yony is a sort of live-to-die person. With that being said, there isn’t a lot that he fears because even if such an emotion were to strike him, it would only make him rise to the occasion. A stampeding elephant? No problem; he’d stand right where he was and see if Fate was on his side. If he was stepped on, well oops, talk about a tube of toothpaste, but if he wasn’t… well well, what an interesting occurrence. There are, however, quite a number of things that make Yony horridly uncomfortable even if he doesn’t have a particularly crippling phobia of them. Such things would include: needles, white walls, affection, emotion, and so on. While he would never say that he “fears” them, he’ll certainly head for the hills if such things are brought into a scenario.
S T R E N G T H S / W E A K N E S S E S For Yony, his strengths and weakness truly go hand in hand with one and another. Despite looking like one could easily snap him in two without so much as breaking a sweat, Yony is actually very durable and can tolerate a good amount of pain. Sure, he’s easy to maneuver across the battle field because he lacks sufficient weight, but so long as he remains conscious, it doesn’t matter how many times you knock him down, he’ll always rise to his feet. Unfortunately, however, that can quickly be turned into a weakness as well because he’ll rise even if the foe is significantly stronger and there’s no possible way for him to win. Such an occasion could lead to his death rather than just the loss that would have resulted if he stayed down.
Another could-be strength would be his magic; he certainly appears to have the power, but yet he allows his emotions to completely rule it. While he might be able to burn his opponent into teeny-tiny little cinders, what good does that do him if he too gets caught up in the flames and dies? His magic has backfired and burned him on more than one occasion because of how temperamental his control is.
Yony is also highly intelligent and very much a strategist. The weakness comes into play when one considers his whole let’s-kill-everyone-mantra and his complete lack of regard for the things around him. He isn’t even all that aware of the history surrounding the lands or anything of the sort which undoubtedly makes him come off as completely ignorant, a notion that’s not completely far from the truth.
Q U I R K S His ravenous enjoyment of cinnamon rolls. Truly, he will travel across the map if it means a good cinnamon roll. Want to barter for his services with sticky buns rather than coin or jewel? Not a problem; Yony happily accepts both.
Also, because of the fact that his community was so isolated, they devolved some of their own words over time. Thus, Yony sometimes struggles with the very faint language barrier. With that being said, Yony can barely read anything that isn't in Old Tongue because that was the written language his family community used.
G O A L S Mass panic, destruction, chaos, lots of fire, generally delightful things like that. His present goal, however, more pertains to this pending war. After all, with everyone on edge, all they need is a good nudge to get the spears flying and the battle horns crying. And how delightful it would be to watch these great civilizations wipe themselves out.
P E R S O N A L I T Y After twenty-two years, one might think that Yony would know how to better control himself, but the fact of the matter is that he still very much acts like a child in many ways. He is impulsive, rash, stubborn beyond all comprehension, stuck in his ways, refuses to ever admit that he is wrong, egotistical, and above all, he has a next to an uncontrollable temper that is set off at a drop of a hat. Not only that but he is the very definition of sadistic who only wants to watch the world burn, preferably at his own hands. The ‘value of human life’ means absolutely nothing to Yony; if anything, it only earns further scorn and hatred.
Yony posses no filter and will never back down nor compromise his beliefs no matter the foe which many view as shear idiocy. He talks the same to a king as he would the ant he was about to crush with the heel of his boot. He is quick witted and sharp tongued despite having no real education, traits that often lead him into copious amounts of trouble which haven’t always had very favorable outcomes for Yony. With the addition of his temper into the already brewing mix of trouble, it will undoubtedly spell out his demise sooner rather than later.
To be honest, Yony doesn’t know much about the world around with him and he couldn’t care less. He doesn’t particularly want to know as it would make no difference to him. He is truly indifferent in he sense that nothing really affects him be it mountains of gold or children suffering in the streets. To him, it all blends together and it all should burn.
Despite his indifference, Yony has a very really need for control. Once again, despite that, however, he is exceedingly antisocial and highly withdrawn. He is a walking contradiction but since it all makes sense in Yony’s head, he doesn’t pay his hypocrisy any mind.
He doesn’t particularly believe that he has human emotions such as trust and joy. Everything residing in his being is dripping with malice, and so even if he was capable of such things, he probably wouldn’t recognize it because it is buried so far inside of him.
Yony is a compulsive liar in many ways but at the same time, he does often tell the truth if only because the truth can be so much more fun than fiction. He will say and do anything to elicit a response from people though is quick to abandon a situation if he no longer finds amusement within the interactions.
Despite his less than savory personality, it isn’t impossible to befriend Yony, but most reasonable individuals would realize that is simply isn’t worth the effort considering how hazardous it would prove to one’s health. Yony is just as likely to attack an ally as he is an enemy.

F A M I L Y
Hagan Elsayed (father) - dead
Elisa Elsayed (mother) - dead
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Someplace in Carthonia, Yony believes but he really isn’t all that sure.
H I S T O R Y
The Elsayed family lived with quite a few other families on a sort of self sufficient plantation in the desert that was rather cut off from the surrounding world. The makeshift family community was located on the edge of a waterbed which meant that not only could they grow crops, albeit limited, but there were desert beasts to hunt when they came for a drink as well as fishing. The Elsayeds had a clear superiority complex, not something that many would find conducive to a harsh climate way of life. More often than not, the Elsayeds can be characterized by their I-and-me complex which is to politely say that they really only ever thought of themselves. Nevertheless they managed to hide such feelings from the other families around them and slowly over generations, they managed to become the unofficial leaders of their group.
Hagan Elsayed was characterized by his wishy-washy demeanor which was why many were relieved when he fell in love with and married the strong willed Elisa Kal’ima. After all, after several generations of the Elsayed leading, most imagined that their society would fall out of order if there was no one to make decisions. They had forgotten that they had survived long before the Elsayeds had ever stepped in. With the careful guidance of his beloved wife, Hagan became a shrewd businessman that bore little love for the pawns he used in everyday life, but his love for Elisa, and her love for him, never faltered for even a moment. Indeed their relationship grew all the stronger.
It was Hagan’s devotion to his wife that was the starting point for his neglect of their son Issa Yony Elsayed whom his wife held with a deep seeded resentment. Hagan could never love another being more than he did Elisa and so he turned a blind eye to anything and everything she did to Issa. After all, Elisa did not beat Issa, did not break bones, did not take a whip to him, did not force him out in the sun without protection or any other such nonsense; there was no danger to Issa’s life and so Hagan saw absolutely no reason to interfere. After all, what child does not need a time out from time to time?
When Elisa would lock Issa in a room and force him to stare at the wall for days at a time, Hagan merely saw Elisa teaching him discipline. When she refused to feed him, Hagan rationalized that Elisa was teaching him the value of food, an extraordinarily important lesson for anyone who lived in the desert. And well, Issa never seemed to want to be apart of their society, so why should he reap the benefits? Food was far too precious to waste on a child who had no interest in contributing. When she punished him by forcing needles and nails into his flesh and allowing them to disappear beneath his skin, Hagan didn’t see the difference between that and a good canning which was what most of the families did to their disobedient children; Issa was a bad child, and the punishment should fit the crime. After all, every time that Issa had to dig those needles out of his skin, he was forced to reflect on what he had done wrong.
Issa learned to share his father’s idealistic outlook that everything that happened was ultimately for the better, that it was all just apart of some grand plan that he himself just didn’t quite understand yet. He bore no illusions that when his mother called him disgusting and vile, yelled at him for being bad, screamed profanities at him until he thought he would go deaf, that she really meant, “I love you.” Yony was simply not that idealistic. But as a very practical child, Issa understood that she was just trying to make him a better person, just trying to build some lasting character. It was hard, though stubborn Issa would never admit such a thing aloud. But even though it was hard, he pushed through, accepted that it was simply the way life was, accepted that it was all done with his best interests at heart.
Of course, Issa didn’t remain so idealistic while he went through his “troubled teenager” years. There really was no sole focus of his anger; he simply was angry at any and everything. It came to a point where Issa couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been consumed by hatred.
And then one night, without warning, he simply snapped for no real reason. Issa burned down his home and the surrounding community and never once did he feel regret. Innocent, guilty, it made no difference to him; they all died. Though even the guilty ones, he didn’t know what their crimes were. He just knew that he wanted to kill. Of course, the anger never went away, not even when Issa walked away from the destruction he had caused.
After leaving his home, Issa wandered the desert, searching for something, anything really, and he very nearly died out there beneath the blazing sun. Despite having lived in the sand his entire life, he was very ill-equipped to cross such a treacherous landscape. By some miracle, however, Issa stumbled across a trading route, delirious out of his mind from thirst and exhaustion. The merchants took pity on him and for the first time, Issa introduced himself as Yony. From there, Yony has traveled through many lands as an arson and mercenary for hire and has more than a few wanted posters with his face plastered across because of his deeds.

C O D E . W O R D Wyeshing
S A M P L E . P O S T
Because there was absolutely nothing more riveting than walking through a damn forest and up a goddamn mountain, that was for sure. No really, it was just how Yony had always pictured spending the perfect evening: hair sticking to his neck from sweat, mud caking one of his better pairs of shoes and marring the bottom hem of his clothing. Sure, they had taken the exceedingly easier side up said mountain, you know the one that was hardly much of an incline at all, the side without the jagged rocks, ninety-degree incline at several points, and all that glitter and glam, but hey, it was still enough that the male was grumbling to himself. And there were bugs. No, Yony didn’t suffer from some silly fear of them but they were still terribly pesky and smeared their nasty blood insides and gunk on him whenever he swatted at them. He didn’t even want to know how many mosquito bites he had at present moment. Yony knew he must look just a hair less than perfect though god forbid anyone had the gall to point such a fact out to the ill tempered mercenary.

Why were they climbing up this again? Right, because his new found companion, and soon to be short lived companion for that matter, insisted that this, this mountain was a shortcut. Luckily for said companion’s welfare, he was several strides ahead of Yony, and Yony didn’t have the air in his lungs to run after him and slit his throat. Why he had agreed to come this way the small male would never know. He had simply decided that sure, why not take the ‘shortcut’ and be nice to his traveling partner? … Needless to say, this would be that last time that that happened. If the other male wanted to get to the city so quickly, he could damn well go and do it by himself because Yony would have no part of it. This was a nightmare!

“Hey Yony, how’re ya doing back there?” drew a voice from across the rapidly widening distance.

Yony ground his teeth. He couldn’t see the other male’s face but he could certainly imagine that the larger male had that stupid grin smeared from ear to ear across his face. Oh what Yony wouldn’t do to have longer legs; then maybe he could close the distance so that he could wrap his bony hands around that neck and --

“Fine. Just fine,” Yony growled venomously, not entirely sure that the other had heard him but not caring enough to repeat himself, as he continued to trudge onwards. His shoulders were drooping from the weight of his bag, his form bent forward ever so slightly as if it might help him become more aerodynamic or something. Though really, it didn’t offer any help in the least to the white-haired male. There was a moment, or several really, when Yony found himself tangled in some particularly tall and overlapping roots which only further placed his companion all the more ahead of him, but at this point, Yony couldn’t particularly say he cared. He hoped the other lost his footing and fell into an endless pit or something else of the sort. Did they have quicksand on a mountain because Yony damn well hoped so. It’s what he would deserve! They could have traveled on the nice, worn dirt road where they were free to rob people and sneak onto caravans so they didn’t have to walk, but no, it was the tangled life of vines and brush for them. Adventure is out there and all that, right?

And dear lord, was that a growl of some wild animal that was going to eat them for dinner? Yony paused his attempts to get free, blue eyes searching the surrounding area though he saw nothing. “Well,” he mumbled to himself, a rather normal occurrence, “maybe it’s a smart beast; then instead of going after me,” because there really wouldn’t be much of a meal there at all and with all luck, the beast would slit his own throat as he attempted to swallow Yony’s bones, “he’ll go after Mister Jackass up there. He seemed to have meat in spades.” Which of course wasn’t all that true; Yony was just being mean and vindictive because the other was far more athletic than he.

Oh please let it be a smart beast. They can go down the bottomless pit together. Of course, the notion that if something did happen to his companion, Yony would probably be lost up there on those mountains for quite some time simply because he had absolutely no idea where they were going did cross Yony’s mind. It was decided a moment later, however, that sometimes for the greater good, sacrifices must be made. And well, he was willing to give up a week or two of his life if it meant that that athletic jerk ahead of him was mauled to death.

And well, worst came to worst, he could always just burn down the forest; then he’d have a pretty clear cut path back down. As a bonus, it’d even get those mosquitoes to leave him alone.