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[i]“A frog in a well knows nothing of the sea.”[/i]
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P R O F I L E
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[sub]Age[/sub]
[indent][sub]52[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Race[/sub]
[indent][sub]Zauri[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Sex[/sub]
[indent][sub]Male[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Height[/sub]
[indent][sub]6'7[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Weight[/sub]
[indent][sub]307 lbs.[/sub][/indent]
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[sub]Level[/sub]
[indent][sub]1[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Health Points[/sub]
[indent][sub]32[/sub][/indent]
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I N V E N T O R Y
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Rice Glue 
Kindling 
Large carving knife
Eight pounds of dried meat
String 
Vial of ink 
4 vessels of paint 
Coin sack
Flint & Tinder 
Sword Sharpener
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E Q U I P M E N T
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- Large Dao
- Wakizashi
- Gozuko armor

(If inapplicable leave blank or mark as NA.)
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A T T R I B U T E S
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Might: 10 +2 +4 | 16
Dexterity: 10 +2 |12
Perception: 10 +2 |12
Wisdom: 10 +2 |12
Charisma: 10 |10
Constitution: 10 +4+2 |16 [/sub]
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APPEARANCE
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Green like moss, Yazju has the look of a quintessential Zauri. Tall, fearsome, and deceptively lazy looking. On his nose and head are stubs of old horns he's filed away to better fit in with the mainlanders and be more amicable to the locals. Yazju has the appearance many animals have, with the idiosyncrasy as seeming as if he perpetually smiles. Admittedly, much of the time he is trying to smile, but the look only shows his teeth and makes it seem like he's enjoying some dark joke or has seen something particularly tasty to eat.  
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BACKSTORY
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Yazju was born to a strange clutch, his eggs hatching during a great sea storm. He heard one of his sisters was blown away, taken by the wind and then the birds. What would her jaracal have been? Yazju still wonders that to this day. A question without an answer was always oddly refreshing, even tinged with sad truths. His people usually had answers, as Runiq watched over them and everyone was always studious of their jaracel. Yazju had one of those once. He grew up as most Zauri did, learning the ways of their culture and faith, and helping his fellows in the community. It was when it was time to learn his path that he was curiously undecided. For twenty days he pondered the question, and at the insistence of his father, he took the life of the shaman. As odd as Yazju was, he admired his people's ideas of Runiq and the after-life. Religion and philosophy played dual roles, and he wished to delve and learn more of them. But his hands were always bored. Always fidgeting. 

Twelve years in the faith, and he felt restless. His learning had stagnated. Yes, he felt fulfilled, but fulfilled does not always mean filled, yes? Many Zauri came to him for guidance and with great questions, and he would answer what he may and grant them ofuda to ward off the spirits. But he felt an unease. One day he felt like cracking jokes, and other days he felt like learning how to fight with the warriors. Not all Zauri were content with their lot in life, but Yazju had a more strenuous case than most free thinkers of his people.

He began to shirk his spiritual duties, thinking he could learn more about the divine plan of Runiq and the realm they lived in, by living it himself. He began to work his body with the warriors and achieve true patience with the fishermen. But what he enjoyed most was that of crafting with his taloned hands. His brother Hakfu had become a salesman of trinkets, and though he had counseled Yazju to remain as a Shaman, he did help his lost brother on learning a few arts of the trade. Yazju spent many nights carving rather than memorizing the stories of old.Oh he still knew many by heart, but a single-mindedness was prized for such things, for without stories, how did one remember the past for later generations?

Then came the day the head Shaman was fed up with Yazju. No, he did not scream or kick Yazju out. Zauri are not very unkind to their own often. But he gave Yazju a choice to leave or be dishonored by staying, and Yazju decided he would leave. Perhaps one day he would come back, engorged in experience and would petition to be allowed back in the order. But as it was, Yazju thought this would be a fine experience. What manner of storms or adventures could be had on the mainland, with the other peoples? It would take decades to find out, he thought, and so far the theory had proven true. Nearly ten years on the mainland, fighting and carving and inculcating and eating. It was fun, and friends made it more worthwhile. Fujiko, for example. Yazju had met her on a job of claw-duty. Yazju thought she was good people, and she cheered up Yazju when he failed at selling nick knacks. Somehow Yazju cheered her up, but whenever he did, he did not know how he had. 

Yazju just supposes he has a way with women, as the mainlanders say.  
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PERSONALITY
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Yazju is an oddity to the Zauri, but in the view of the average mainlander, he's pretty typical. Bestial but seemingly apathetic in countenance, Yazju has a vast love of life and learning, and does his best to be cordial to those he meets. He understands everyone is trying to find their way in this life, and that comes with its own hiccups. However, he can be snarky, even when he doesn't mean to be. That is to say, he doesn't have the filter many do, and that, coupled with his sense of humor doesn't translate well to many of his would-be customers. Yazju has a vast amount of patience and a heart of gold, but when he is angry, the cause of his ire will see the wrath of Runiq from him. His long life and sturdy body have made him into a capable warrior and threat to any who rubs him the wrong way. Lcukily, Yazju enjoys food and talk more than war and ruin. 
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MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK
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Yazju sees life as his oyster, but not the world. The world is strange and vast, and for everyone to find their own Jaracel.
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MISC
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