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[h2][color=FFE4E1]Tati’yana[/color][/h2][hr]
[i]The Yanaski Wildspeaker[/i][/center]

[color=AFEEEE][b]Age[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Don’t ask age![/color]”[indent]Twenty-seven.[/indent]


[color=AFEEEE][b]Race[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Yanaski eat our dead![/color]”[indent][hider=Yanaski][color=gray]Natives of the swamp forests in the southeastern subtropics, the Yanaski people are usually seen as indigenous humanoids with reptilian or fish-like traits that have been developed to better suit their homelands. They range from monstrous to beautiful, but most are capable of altering the coloration of their scales to better blend in with their environment. Yanask culture is centered around the cycle of life and death personified into the idol of worship called [b]Ska’yana - The Mother of the Hunt[/b]. While the majority of Yanaski people are found in their mangroves, many do tend to migrate out to explore the rest of the world.[/color][/hider][/indent]
[color=AFEEEE][b]Appearance[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Stop staring me![/color]”[indent]The Yanaski woman stands at the meager height of roughly five-feet in height (150cm). Her thin frame would border on brittle, but sleight muscle definition can be seen on her legs and arms in particular. The mane atop her head was faded shades off wavy green and pink that turned nearly white towards the end of each lock. The very large almond shaped baubles that she called eyes sat in each socket with a big golden-glowing iris sitting at each center. Tati’s reptilian features are mostly present along her arms and legs as metallic scales of green, blue, and bits of pink can be found tracing them. Her hands also quite inhuman, with thicker green scales covering her hands down to her long clawed fingertips. Her human features were softer, pinkish ivory skin with small freckles tracing every unprotected bit of her fleshy skin. [/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b]Equipment[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Trees speak those who listen.[/color]”[indent]As a Wildspeaker, Tati is capable of molding mana drawn from the leylines into plantlife and communing with beasts willing to listen. While still being relatively new to magic in general, she carries seedlings with her at all times in a small leather pouch at her waist. Accompanying this is a Yanaski Gnarlroot, a long wooden stave of warped wood that is rich with natural energies native to their swampland home. [/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b]Magic[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Sometimes they even listen.[/color]”[indent][u][color=8FBC8F]Wildspeaking[/color][/u] ✦ The primitive natural magic passed down by Yanaski’s forest elf ancestors still lives on in the patches of tribes throughout the swamplands. It is not utilized in the conventional sense with spells, instead - the Wildspeaker channels mana into their being whilst attempting to commune with the spirits that reside within the environment itself. If these spirits do not answer back, the utilization of this magic falls short. Luckily, the Yanaski belief system revolves around assisting in the balance of life and have a good standing with those spirits from the get-go. The results of wildspeaking depend on both the environment and the mood of those spirits. Sometimes trees will uproot and begin to crawl like top-heavy spiders towards her enemy, sometimes some vines will sprout from the soil to debilitate then. While others, maybe a bed of flowers begins to sprout around them? Spirits are by their design, quite capricious, so the results of Tati’s requests are usually pretty random and difficult to determine ahead of time. Each usage is a gamble in itself, a roll of the dice.

[u][color=8FBC8F]Scales of Ska’yana[/color][/u] ✦ The magic-imbued swamplands that the Yanaski people call their home are just as much responsible for the race’s gifts. The scales that they have upon their body are imbued with trace amounts of magic that allow the people to camouflage themselves to a certain degree. The changes of hue and shade are entirely biological, but the fading of their very personage from sight is surely the result of something else. Illusory magic does come easier to Yanaski than most, there are even [b]Mistspeakers[/b] in their swamps who ask the water spirits to conjure mirages and ghastly visions on any hostile trespassers that encroach upon their homelands.[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b]History[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Sah slii kast, za Ska’yana![/color]”[indent]Tati’yana was born in the Southeastern Marshlands within the remote Skri’tak Village. While many of the scattered populations focused primarily on fishing and hunting bugs and other small creatures, the Skri’tak primarily consumed the bitter sap from the mangrove trees and hunter larger prey during the winter. Tati’s mother was a reputable Wildspeaker while her father was a simple hunter, both of which held their weight in Skri’tak and did their part in Ska’yana worship. They named her Tati’yana meaning [b]The Beauty of the Hunt[/b] in the language of the forest, specifically due to the rare pink colorations of her scales found on her arms and legs.

She lived a proper life during these early years, being taught to hunt and hide early on in her development - how to give back to the wilds so they can remain bountiful. Tati’s mother was the most prominent figure in her life, with countless late nights of spiritwalking after eating Sky Mushrooms and learning how to channel mana properly. Father usually hunted during the nights and slept throughout the day, but he was branded a Yanaka, “[b]Chosen Hunter[/b]” before Tati even turned ten. Yanaka are charged with defending the tribes from outsiders and rarely returned to their home village once becoming such. It was a sudden transition for Tati but she eventually learned to love and respect her father for his thankless job.

Around the age of fifteen, her father would be found dead along the border of the swamplands. It wasn’t uncommon for Yanaka to turn up dead, and it was tradition that their home village make no waste of their body when it was found. Whatever wasn’t already claimed by nature would be eaten by friends, family, even neighboring tribes would sometimes partake in this sacred act. The loss has a strong affect on the young Tati’yana. Mothers and fathers died everyday, especially in the insect-ridden lands of oversized crocodiles and man-eating fish. But what really bothered her was that he died to something that he wasn’t hunting, it was another person who used magic.

Anger ignited the drive and curiosity of Tati to make several trips to the border of the marshlands, making small and usually fruitless investigations around the areas her father once patrolled. Her mother quickly picked up on these advancements and rather than dispel them, offering to accelerate her training so that she may leave Skri’tak sooner than later. The training to become a true Wildspeaker takes decades, and with the Yanaski’s lifespan of roughly one hundred years - meant that you wouldn’t be leaving the swamps till the middle of their lifetime. Instead she opted to learn as much as she could before heading off to Arskel to see if she could find anyone who knew of mages that tried to foolishly explore her homelands.[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b]Guild Ranking[/b][/color]: “[color=FFE4E1]Am the new.[/color]”[indent]Initiate[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b]Theme[/b][/color]: [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iXlPt8mFkNI]”La lala da, da-da-da-da~”[/url][/hider]