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World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Yayama Yama

Location: Esaka's Low Tier
Status: Curious, concerned for entirely different reasons
LV: 5, EXP: 4/50
Word Count: 619

Yayama watched the duo's battle with interest. Nadia was a much more dangerous opponent than she'd let on, as Yayama had surmised already. Whatever manner of being she was, she clearly knew what she was doing with her abilities. The dark knight had to admit that she'd likely have a difficult time keeping up with the sheer speed of the self-dismembering catgirl, especially combined with her apparent talent for misdirection. Strategies ran through her head as Asher took blow after blow, Yayama thinking about what she would do in the same situation. Other than, of course, not assuming that her opponent was as harmless as she'd made herself out to be. Asher was a decent stand-in for her own capabilities, so watching where she fumbled would help Yayama avoid doing the same - as she suspected this wasn't going to be the last time she saw Nadia.

Her impromptu analysis was interrupted, however, by something she was unfortunately very familiar with. Namely, someone nearby possessed of great power going through some kind of emotional crisis. From personal experience, she knew that these often tended to. . . leak, for lack of a better term, in sometimes spectacular fashion. The emotions that suddenly crashed over her in waves were the main warning she got before being unceremoniously hurled away by the aforementioned leak. After she rolled to a halt, she grumbled something about "keeping Arm's Length" under her breath as she stood up. She reflexively held her greatsword before her in a block as the dome abruptly burst into a sky-piercing pillar of light, though the lack of ensuing impact told her that she hadn't had much to concern herself with in that regard.

The former Flame Captain shouldered her way through the increasingly irate crowd now surrounding the group, which had refused to disperse despite the threat of being tossed about by some aetherial explosion. Civilians never know when to give anyone space, do they? And they only ever run in directions you don't want them to. Technically speaking, she herself was a civilian now, but Yayama Yama wasn't exactly your average merchant. Ignoring any protests, she forced her way toward the front of the crowd. It might not be her place to interfere, but she'd made a career and a name for herself in the business of sticking her nose where it didn't belong, and for the most part it'd worked out in the end.

Yayama stepped to a point halfway between the four people down in the crater and the crowd, then spun around to face the latter. "Calm down already. Look, the big guy's clearly down for the count after that, unless that looks like prime fighting shape to you," she said, gesturing toward Terry's tear-stained face. "No offense," she added, glancing over her shoulder briefly at the four strangers. "If the fight stopped, that means someone lost, and it's clearly not the wolf or her friend. Right?" Yayama hoped she wasn't pushing her luck too far with the crowd. She knew Nadia had tried to turn them against her earlier, and wasn't sure how they would respond to another provocation. "The owner wants us all out, too, so you're pressing your luck with her." The Lalafell jerked her head toward Madam Bo.

She also hoped this group wouldn't find her sudden defense of them to be too suspicious. Truthfully, she didn't have a strong reason to do so. It mostly put her at risk of embittering Esaka's underground toward her for little tangible benefit, other than perhaps the gratitude of four strangers. Her intuition was telling her to pay attention to these people if she wanted to move forward, though, and said intuition was almost never wrong.

Almost.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"No good deed. . ."

---

Confusion, then startlement. Something around her boosters. Fear, then pain. Metal screeched and plates buckled as the bulky form of her armor hit the pavement. Parts tore themselves free, other components were crushed out of existence, the lonely girl's barrier against the rest of the world spraying out in all directions in jagged steel and torn wiring. Another spike of all the previous emotions when she was airborne again, the inside of her visor displaying a cascade of warnings she was too bewildered to read.

It took a fair amount of focus to wind up her thrusters like this. For lack of a better term, it wasn't very natural. Her spirit, and thus her magic, longed to be free to soar through the skies. With that focus broken, and the armor now letting its mechanical guts fly around the street, the energy had to go somewhere. What remained of the oversized jets on her legs ripped themselves apart in staccato, energy rushing irregularly and uncontrollably out wherever it found - or made - a path. Yet another blast of shrapnel ripped into the pavement as the detonation flung Hizuki forward - or up, or left, she couldn't tell - straight toward a wall. She barely had an instant to feel the sting of failure and betrayal both before the unforgiving concrete rushed up to meet her.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Esaka’s Low Tier - Tea House Tussle

Lvl 5 Yayama (2/50) and Lvl 15 Ms Fortune (143/150 )
Word Count: 1158

When Nadia’s latest wordplay-infused one-liner failed to rile her opponent up, and Asher merely looked past her quizzically, the curious feral naturally turned to see what she was looking at. If this had been the classic what’s-that-over-there trick, Nadia would have fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, but as it happened Asher wasn’t trying to pull a fast one; she was taken aback by the irate stranger marching officiously onto the scene. After Nadia spotted the newcomer as well, Asher threw a questioning glance at her opponent as if to ask if this newbie was with her. Nadia shook her head, denying everything.

Yayama proceeded to involve herself with an indignant announcement of her intentions, eliciting an impatient groan from Nadia as she slapped a hand to her forehead. “Oh, brother,” she muttered. It looked like she’d ruffled the feathers of the wrong person. With how much the catgirl liked little dogs, she was well aware that the smallest ones tended to be the most eager to bark and bite. Or did wounding one’s pride count as an attack that triggered Galeem’s influence…? Either way, she couldn’t exactly throw in the towel now, not with so much money hanging in the balance. Sure, she could just steal what she needed, but after letting Asher kick her butt she was too invested. Plus, the redhead actually couldn’t stop herself now, not with that sunset-red gleam in her eyes, and she seemed about as intimidated by Yayama’s threats as Nadia herself (i.e., not at all). Well…if neither combatant could be talked out their duel, maybe the newcomer could be convinced she was the one in the wrong?”

“Aw, no need to get rough, miss…Yayama, you said?” Nadia tried to be civil this time, though she couldn’t quite get the mocking edge out of her voice. “Maybe we got off in the wrong foot. Introductions are a great idea! They call me Ms Fortune the Pun-relenting, and hey, I get where you’re comin’ from. So just hear meowt!

She gestured around at the elegant building, inside which the other Seekers’ two-on-two tag match was still ongoing. “Maybe you weren’t aware, but Fengjian Teahouse is an arena! And it’s a purr-ivate establishment, to boot. You’d know if you were, well, in the know.” Nadia shrugged innocently, as if to say that Yayama’s ignorance couldn’t be helped. So far she’d kept her voice loud enough that the second-floor spectators could hear her, intending to play the crowd. Yayama had let slip a couple choice words, after all, that were bound to turn her precious ‘public’ against her. “I mean, who can blame you. After all, why would a tourist know anythin’ about Esaka customs?”

Irritated whispers began to intensify among the onlookers. Luckily for her, Nadia hadn’t completely zoned out during Investigator Azuma’s introduction at the city gates. In Esaka, ‘tourist’ was something of a loaded word, referring to ignorant outsiders who barged into the city’s somewhat insular community, then try to change time-honored traditions to suit themselves instead of putting in the time and effort to become a skilled fighter. At the same time, the few Teahouse patrons who didn’t scowl at Yayama for her conspicuous self-admission probably suspected her to be a cop or something similar, here to put a stop to their unsanctioned gambling.

Gaining momentum, Nadia treated the Lalafell to a somewhat condescending smile as she bowed, gesturing back toward the hole in the wall. Opposite her, Asher stood with her arms crossed, itching to finish the fight. “So, uh, if you don’t mind, why doncha head on your merry way and let us consentin’ adults do our business?”

“Well, I’d be happy to, if you hadn’t nearly gotten your giblets all over my freshly polished armor. Or nearly taken my head off careening through that wall.” That smug grin was already starting to annoy her. “Honestly, your puns are almost worse than the potential physical injury,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes, not particularly caring whether Nadia heard the words or not.

The feral cracked a grin. “It’s called pun-ishment for a reason! And hey, sorry my dismembered corpse almost bled on you. Promise I won’t do it again!”

Yayama turned her focus toward the redhead. “Don’t think I’m forgetting about you, either. I’m all for beating the daylights out of one another in an organized and voluntary fashion, mind you, but can you at least do so without the part where you endanger random passers-by? I’ve made my annoyance quite clear, but the one thing I cannot abide is putting innocents at risk, customs or no.”

The lalafell then leaned back slightly, casting her voice upward as well. “And for those wondering, I haven’t been any sort of law enforcement for years.” Technically, enforcement had never been a strict duty of hers, but her old Grand Company may as well have been officers of the law as well as soldiers. “I’m not planning on takin’ anything but your coin in bets, don’t you worry.”

Up above, the crowd didn’t seem wholly convinced, but they weren’t on edge any more, at least. Asher stared down at Yayama for a few moments, unimpressed, before scratching her neck idly. “Yeah, yeah. Got a little carried away, I guess.” She yawned and stretched. “We’ll wrap it up nice and easy, ‘kay?”

“And if you’re just itchin’ to knock some heads yourself, you could always put dibs on the winner,” Nadia added. If this gal turned out to be a better sport than she thought, maybe she’d be willing to join in the fun.

“Well. I thought that'd be harder.” Yayama dropped her stance, settling her greatsword on one shoulder and taking a few steps back to give the two brawlers room. “I was expecting you two to resist more, maybe both turn on me.” She didn't seem fazed by the prospect.

Yayama turned and strolled over to a seat, at which point she spoiled her image somewhat by needing to climb onto the seat before she could lazily plop herself down. She gestured vaguely forward between the redhead and Nadia. “Well, go on, then.”

Snickering, Nadia tossed her a salute, then turned back toward her opponent. “Now, where were we?” Her nails hardened into claws as she bounced back and forth, ready to scrap.

Asher slammed her airborne shields together with a resounding clang, then span them off to her sides as she put up her dukes. “Let’s finish this.”

She’s got to be hiding something. The Miqo’te is too confident, and the read I’m getting on her doesn’t feel like someone who’s just here to fight. There was a simple answer, of course, one that went along with her attitude and the shady nature of the establishment. Yayama didn’t have the context to know why, or who else might be involved, but one thing was starting to seem obvious. I’ll need to mind myself.

She’s holding back.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"When steel meets wood, one of them usually shatters."

---

Hizuki slowed her approach, not attacking quite yet and simply keeping pace with the fleeing Diamond. The movement might have been interpreted Daybreak accepting the GEM's words at face value, if it wasn't for sections of her armor beginning to glow, and the already-glowing bits getting brighter as she gathered power. "If you want to talk, then you can just talk! Last time I checked, private conversations don't involve ambushes, coordinated assaults, or kidnapping people who are already vulnerable!" Her anger at the situation cut clean through her voice, apparent despite the fact that she had to amplify it just to stay audible over the increasing racket on the street (a nontrivial amount of which was the whine of engines spinning up.) "I'm giving you one last chance to let her go before I do something drastic. You're getting your conversation peacefully or not at all."

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Yayama Yama

Location: Esaka's Low Tier
Status: Concerned and confused
LV: 5, EXP: 1/50
Word Count: 571

The nearby establishment abruptly exploding had not been high on Yayama's list of expected calls to adventure, though it wouldn't be the first time. It took her a moment to realize it was only one wall being busted out by a ballistic Miqo'te who was, as expected, thoroughly displeased with her current status as a projectile.

Then the catgirl hit the wall, and she exploded. "Seven bloody hells!" Yayama rushed forward to see what in the names of the Nine had just happened, greatsword trailing behind her in one hand. The situation then proceeded to get even more surprising, and significantly more confusing, when the dismembered corpse started speaking to her. Unsettling was added to the mix when her limbs extended tendrils toward one another, reuniting to reform as if the stranger before her were some soulkin reassembling itself after being awoken, and not a flesh-and-blood human. The sight was rather grotesque, to say the least, even if there was no mess left afterward. Not the most horrifying thing she'd seen, but certainly not pleasant. This is some Allagan nonsense, isn't it? It's always the Allagans.

The tapestry of emotion being woven at this time included yet another color of thread in the form of irritation when the recently-un-dismembered Miqo'te began quipping. Badly. It was honestly difficult to listen to, and she'd had all manner of villains, demons, and villainous demons make various attempts at mocking her. "Short jokes. Really. That's honestly the best you could come up with?" Yayama asked, aloud but not really bothering to ensure the woman heard her as Yayama followed after her. "At least make fun of my eyepatch, or say I'm compensating for something with my sword, or something." She was, in fact, short even by Lalafell standards, but she somehow doubted this Seeker - or whatever she was - knew or cared. "It's honestly a bit racist," she grumbled as she entered the building, making her way across the room to position between the angry-looking redhead and the culturally insensitive catgirl.

"Right, so, I'm a bit of a tourist, so perhaps this is normal around here and I'm the one being ignorant, but I've decided that this fight is both a hazard to the public and irritating to me personally." She pointed her sword forward, first at the redhead, then at the Seeker. "I don't know who started this and frankly, I don't care. Both of you two are going to cut this nonsense out, or both of you are going to become intimately familiar with the sensation of the other's skull smashing into your own." She highly doubted they would actually stop, given how often people actually backed down from fights around here (i.e., never,) but she could at least direct it elsewhere or end it herself. At the very minimum, you're going to take it into some kind of actual fighting arena. It's not as if this city is exactly wanting for them. If not, then frankly I'll just have to beat you until you can't move."

Yayama brought her weapon up into a high guard, the blade pointed slightly downward as she settled into a proper Ishgardian fighting stance. "You may not know me, but you'll learn soon enough why they call me Yayama the Unrelenting if you choose badly in the next moment or two." She lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "I would advise picking one of the boring ones."

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Yayama Yama

Location: Esaka
LV: 5, EXP: 0/50
Word Count: 427

Yayama was enjoying the sunny weather in Esaka. The drier heat was nice after Meridi-at-Han's humidity; it reminded her a bit of home. A home she didn't stop to reminisce about for the moment, as she had more important concerns than tourism in the town at the moment. It was bustling with would-be fighters here for the tournament series, ostensibly why Yayama was here herself. She'd originally come just for a chance to stretch out a bit, so to speak, testing her abilities against what would hopefully be foes that put up a real fight. A shade of a comparison to someone she knew rose in the back of her mind, only to be quashed immediately with little more than a frown to show for its fleeting presence.

The Warrior of Light was, in fact, here for the tournament, but the reasoning went deeper than that. It hadn't taken her long after arriving to hear that the Mortal Kombat dojo lived up to its name, with a reputation for losers being killed in brutal fashion. She suspected she was unlikely to uproot such an institution just by going up to it and shouting at them to quit, and her reputation as the Warrior of Light probably wouldn't hold sway. . . but she'd never been one to sit on the benefits of status, whether she had it or not. Which was why she was signed up to fight underneath that dojo's name. If she could fight under such expectations, then actively defy them, winning all the while, then she could probably get people to emulate her, and thus be slightly less likely to rip out the spines of those unfortunate enough to have participated in some recreational combat with them.

How the hells had that started in the first place, anyway?

The Lalafell shook her head, banishing that question for later. Not that she had much to do at the moment, but important things tended to rear their ugly heads sooner or later. Hefting her greatsword over one shoulder, she picked a direction at random and started walking. Surely, there would be something that needed fetching, some bandit or bauble in need of tracking down, or at the very least someone interesting to pass the time with, until such time as the tournaments were actually starting. She probably looked like a tourist, a notion that didn't particularly bother her, as it would usually lead to either kind people pointing her at something useful, or less kind people making it immediately obvious they were in need of a trouncing.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"I heard about a girl like you once. She got stabbed by a knight."

---

The gesture of trust wasn't lost on Hizuki. Internally, she marked this down for later; she'd have to return the favor, somehow. She didn't have many secrets, but nobody knew how her magic worked. Suki would soon, assuming that the lonely girl didn't just ignore her forever after the perceived betrayal of Haruna being Hizuki. Her reach was hesistant, and some incongruous part of her was acutely aware of putting her hand under another girl's clothes. "Swear on my life," she said, just a moment too late, in response to Kiyo's demand.

When Kiyo pushed her away, though, no more words were needed. Her wings flared bright, and a gate formed out of an azure shimmer before Daybreak flew straight through. Engines snapped into place and roared to life as Hizuki pursued at full speed. She split the evening skies in half for an instant before she was between the buildings, swerving in a wide enough arc to make the turn that the boosters mounted on her legs should have scorched walls and potentially set buildings on fire. Fortunately for Hibusa, if Evil Eye's plans for the erstwhile savior had not come to fruition quite yet, and so all they felt was the gentle warmth of sunlight.

"LET HER GO!" she shouted after the fleeing GEM as Daybreak rapidly closed the distance. "I won't let you take her away!"

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

The Warrior of Darkness, the Unrelenting, the Stalwart Sword, the Unforgiven, and about twenty other things

Name: Yayama Yama
Origin: Final Fantasy XIV
Appearance: Yayama is a short, stout-looking humanoid clocking in at just under three feet tall, with the short limbs and rounded features that often make individuals unfamiliar with Lalafellin looks confuse the enterprising race for children. By the standards of her own species, Yayama is still short and well-proportioned, with prominent triangular ears (and a consequent aversion to solid headgear she should otherwise be wearing into battle.)

Her hair is a soft pink, tapering to white at the ends in its natural state. She wears her hair gathered loosely at the back of her head save for her bangs.

One of her eyes is a light violet, with the protective membranes of the Dunesfolk concealing both her pupils and reflecting a small, but noticeable amount of light (consequently her night vision is somewhat poor.) The other is pale and tinged with a sickly green, almost looking more like it belongs to a corpse than a living, breathing person. She can see out of it, but not particularly well, and favors monocles to correct it somewhat or eyepatches to obscure it entirely depending on the situation, as most find it unsettling to look at.

Her typical garb is a heavy, round suit of armor that many of her friends affectionately refer to as her "tin can," painted in a gloomy purple color with brassy decorations. The armor over her extremities is somewhat lighter, giving her enough freedom of motion to perform surprisingly acrobatic maneuvers.

Dark Knight

She does, however, own several carefully-crafted outfits, each of which she takes pride in. Her previous outfit is one tied to what would be some rather dark and depressing memories. An "outfit to die in," as she called it, the outfit consists of lighter armor colored purely in whites and golds, save for the occasional glowing blue crystal.

Champion of Light

Personality: A boisterous individual who's retained her good nature and fiery personality through great hardship. Yayama is a person always inclined to help, whether it be applying her tremendous strength to dangerous creatures and ne'er-do-wells or helping mediate a lovers' quarrel. To say she has a wild side would be a bit of a misnomer, as it would imply that it wasn't her default state. Yayama is a person who, absent other factors, does what she pleases, when she pleases, with little regard for propriety and a great ability to withstand any consequences of her reckless behavior.

Despite this, when needed, she tends to be a source of stability and sense to her friends. While she'll never be the disciplined, "no fun allowed" Flame Captain she was once upon a time, that side of Yayama has never ceased being a part of her, and a need for cooler heads is never far away. She's perfectly capable of putting away her usual behavior (sometimes described as "feral," among other things) to work on an important project, make sure paperwork is filed away, ensure that everything is taken care of while her partner recovers from the last series of world-saving escapades, or reassure said partner that despite it all, they're both still the same people.

She's also got a bit of a megalomaniacal streak. Nobody has figured out to what level this is just her sense of humor, and what amount is untapped supervillain potential. It's probably best not to worry about it and simply let Yayama continue referring to herself as the Warrior of Darkness.
Background: Yayama is an experienced veteran of many, many, many battles, great and small. Originally the daughter of an Ul'dahn noble house, she desired to do more than follow in the family's footsteps and become Sultansworn like her brothers, a decision that led to her joining the Immortal Flames and, eventually, a not-so-secret organization known as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. To make a very long story short, alongside them, and their champion - one Petra Stelle, better known as the Warrior of Light - she engaged in numerous world-saving escapades, growing closer with said champion all the while. Along her journey, she fought gods, made peace with her inner darkness, befriended dragons, got entirely too immersed in Hingan culture, hopped dimensions on her own two feet, bonded her soul to a voidsent for mutual survival, and absorbed a dead version of herself from another possibility before confronting despair itself as a seemingly-final foe. Of course, what seemed to be a peaceful retirement from all this apocalyptic nonsense was cut short once more, as the world was torn asunder and reborn in light once again. . .
In the Now: Yayama Yama is a wandering Warrior of Light, serving to protect the World of Light from ne'er-do-wells that would see it and its people harmed. Based out of Meridi-at-Han, she has recently taken a trip to Esaka to participate in the tournament there, and demonstrate her prowess in combat.

Not long after arriving in Esaka, she was Friend Hearted by a group of Seekers after a spar with Sakura. She joined the Seekers immediately.

Job: Dark Knight
Specialty: Tank, All-Rounder
Inventory:

• Various alternative outfits, accessories, bits of armor, et cetera. She's always hunting for more to add to her collection.
• A shapeshifting greatsword/scythe/katana she calls Churro. Actually the voidsent she bonded with, Churro can also manifest as an adult Hyur male in a butler outfit.
• A set of goldsmithing tools and various miscellany needed to cut, polish, and set gems.
• A miner's pickaxe and corresponding sledgehammer.

Lv: 6
EXP: 39/60
Abilities:

• Echo - Yayama is possessed of the unusual ability known as the Echo, allowing her to communicate soul-to-soul with others and occasionally see visions of their past. It allows her to bypass spoken language barriers (although not written - most mediums for writing don't have souls), provides a measure of protection against corruptive and mind-warping influences, and, in her case, provides her a limited ability to directly sense the emotions of people around her.
• Grit - Dark knights do not wield shields, as a dark knight is a shield for the weak and the downtrodden. Yayama can fortify herself or a teammate with a barrier skill called The Blackest Night, and naturally draws more enemy attacks while taking less damage from them.
• Red Magic - A school of sorcery based on recirculating aether through one's own body in order to cast spells without needlessly taxing the environment. Yayama is not a career red mage, having picked up the discipline for what is effectively physical therapy, but is still proficient enough to sling a wide variety of useful spells. She may cast Vercure, Verraise, Jolt, and Impact. Casting spells requires MP, which she has a finite, but regenerating, amount of, and cannot be done while executing physical attack

Skills: (Passive abilities, outstanding ‘stats’, and talents/proficiencies)

• Tank Expertise - Yayama is possessed of great physical strength and durability, able to take blows that would fell lesser mortals in an instant and keep fighting.
• Inventory - Yayama has the ability to carry far more than she really ought to be able to, and stuff things into sacks that really, really, really should not fit into them. Don't worry about it too much, as it rarely means she can carry anything extra of real consequence (unless carrying it would be bad for her, of course.)
• Traveller's Expertise - Yayama's travels have exposed her to a variety of different combat techniques both mundane and supernatural, which she weaves into her "traditional" dark knight arts to provide additional options and surprise foes with swift scythe or katana strikes when they expect hefty greatsword blows.
• Barkskin - Reduces all incoming damage by 1% * Yayama’s level. Slightly increases her natural affinity for animals and plants, making it less likely to be considered a threat, and making her more comfortable in natural environments, slightly increasing healing and MP regeneration speed

Weaknesses: (Practical limitations, detrimental ‘stats’, and deficiencies. Include at least three)

• Unforgiven - This is not the first time Yayama has been overtaken by Light. The scars from her near-transformation in the past are deep and persistent, meaning that any metaphysically light-based attacks or effects will have a significantly more debilitating impact on her should they cut through her defenses. This also applies to assaults that work on the principle of somehow stilling or freezing the energy within the target, as her own internal aetherial circulation is still sluggish despite her best efforts in her recovery.
• Poor Vision - While her vision is sufficient for everyday life, and even precision tasks given the correct tools and time, her eye injury is only about two years old and comes after a wealth of experience fighting; her depth perception and therefore ability to accurately gauge distances quickly in combat is impaired. Additionally, her night vision is naturally poor, causing her to struggle in environments suffused with mundane darkness no matter how much she goes on about being the Bringer of the Night.
• The Blackest Knight - A life full of hardship has made Yayama strong in many ways, but with it comes many ways to exploit the memories that have shaped her into the hero she is. Yayama is terrified of losing her friends, prone to deep rages over this fear, and still not quite over a suspicion of food and drink brought by people she doesn't already have a well-established relationship with, leaving her generally more vulnerable than expected to tactics that would exploit these various traumas.

Spirits: (Any spirits your character possesses should be listed here with their type)

• Spirit name - Type

Rapport:

• Amaterasu (3/5 REXP) - Nothing yet.
• Primrose (4/5 REXP) - Nothing yet.

Inactive Skills/Abilities

• Delirium - Yayama can channel her aether into ever-more-powerful strikes, consuming a greater amount of energy to execute Scarlet Delirium, Comeuppance, and Torcleaver..
• Blackblood - A dark knight lives to strike down evil, the tyrant who grows fat off the labor of others, the noble who thinks in his decadence that he is above the justice of cold steel. Yayama can channel her aether and the pain of taking blows for her teammates into a powerful attack called Bloodspiller. She also has a wider-area version of this attack, known as Quietus.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

The Warrior of Darkness, the Unrelenting, the Stalwart Sword, the Unforgiven, and about twenty other things

Name: Yayama Yama
Origin: Final Fantasy XIV
Appearance: Yayama is a short, stout-looking humanoid clocking in at just under three feet tall, with the short limbs and rounded features that often make individuals unfamiliar with Lalafellin looks confuse the enterprising race for children. By the standards of her own species, Yayama is still short and well-proportioned, with prominent triangular ears (and a consequent aversion to solid headgear she should otherwise be wearing into battle.)

Her hair is a soft pink, tapering to white at the ends in its natural state, though her current gleaming state has caused the pink to recede nearly all the way back to the top of her head, and she wears her hair gathered loosely at the back of her head save for her bangs.

One of her eyes is a light violet, with the protective membranes of the Dunesfolk concealing both her pupils and reflecting a small, but noticeable amount of light (consequently her night vision is somewhat poor.) The other is pale and tinged with a sickly green, almost looking more like it belongs to a corpse than a living, breathing person. She can see out of it, but not particularly well, and favors monocles to correct it somewhat or eyepatches to obscure it entirely depending on the situation, as most find it unsettling to look at.

Her typical garb is a heavy, round suit of armor that many of her friends affectionately refer to as her "tin can," painted in a gloomy purple color with brassy decorations. The armor over her extremities is somewhat lighter, giving her enough freedom of motion to perform surprisingly acrobatic maneuvers. She does, however, own several carefully-crafted outfits, each of which she takes pride in. Her current one is tied to what would be some rather dark and depressing memories. . . at least if she actually remembered them. An "outfit to die in," as she called it, the outfit consists of lighter armor colored purely in whites and golds, save for the occasional glowing blue crystal.
Personality: A boisterous individual who's retained her good nature and fiery personality through great hardship. Yayama is a person always inclined to help, whether it be applying her tremendous strength to dangerous creatures and ne'er-do-wells or helping mediate a lovers' quarrel. To say she has a wild side would be a bit of a misnomer, as it would imply that it wasn't her default state. Yayama is a person who, absent other factors, does what she pleases, when she pleases, with little regard for propriety and a great ability to withstand any consequences of her reckless behavior.

Despite this, when needed, she tends to be a source of stability and sense to her friends. While she'll never be the disciplined, "no fun allowed" Flame Captain she was once upon a time, that side of Yayama has never ceased being a part of her, and a need for cooler heads is never far away. She's perfectly capable of putting away her usual behavior (sometimes described as "feral," among other things) to work on an important project, make sure paperwork is filed away, ensure that everything is taken care of while her partner recovers from the last series of world-saving escapades, or reassure said partner that despite it all, they're both still the same people.

She's also got a bit of a megalomaniacal streak. Nobody has figured out to what level this is just her sense of humor, and what amount is untapped supervillain potential. It's probably best not to worry about it and simply let Yayama continue referring to herself as the Warrior of Darkness.
Background: Yayama is an experienced veteran of many, many, many battles, great and small. Originally the daughter of an Ul'dahn noble house, she desired to do more than follow in the family's footsteps and become Sultansworn like her brothers, a decision that led to her joining the Immortal Flames and, eventually, a not-so-secret organization known as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. To make a very long story short, alongside them, and their champion - one Petra Stelle, better known as the Warrior of Light - she engaged in numerous world-saving escapades, growing closer with said champion all the while. Along her journey, she fought gods, made peace with her inner darkness, befriended dragons, got entirely too immersed in Hingan culture, hopped dimensions on her own two feet, bonded her soul to a voidsent for mutual survival, and absorbed a dead version of herself from another possibility before confronting despair itself as a seemingly-final foe. Of course, what seemed to be a peaceful retirement from all this apocalyptic nonsense was cut short once more, as the world was torn asunder and reborn in light once again. . .
In the Now: Yayama Yama is a wandering Warrior of Light, serving to protect the World of Light from ne'er-do-wells that would see it and its people harmed. Based out of Meridi-at-Han, she has recently taken a trip to Esaka to participate in the tournament there, and demonstrate her prowess in combat.

Job: Dark Knight
Specialty: Tank, All-Rounder
Inventory:

• Various alternative outfits, accessories, bits of armor, et cetera. She's always hunting for more to add to her collection.
• A shapeshifting greatsword/scythe/katana she calls Churro. Actually the voidsent she bonded with, Churro can also manifest as an adult Hyur male in a butler outfit.
• A set of goldsmithing tools and various miscellany needed to cut, polish, and set gems.
• A miner's pickaxe and corresponding sledgehammer.

Lv: 5
EXP: 0/50
Abilities: (Powers, spells, special moves, an iconic piece of equipment, and so forth)

• Echo - Yayama is possessed of the unusual ability known as the Echo, allowing her to communicate soul-to-soul with others and occasionally see visions of their past. It allows her to bypass spoken language barriers (although not written - most mediums for writing don't have souls), provides a measure of protection against corruptive and mind-warping influences, and, in her case, provides her a limited ability to directly sense the emotions of people around her.
• Grit - Dark knights do not wield shields, as a dark knight is a shield for the weak and the downtrodden. Yayama can fortify herself or a teammate with a barrier skill called The Blackest Night, and naturally draws more enemy attacks while taking less damage from them.
• Red Magic - A school of sorcery based on recirculating aether through one's own body in order to cast spells without needlessly taxing the environment. Yayama is not a career red mage, having picked up the discipline for what is effectively physical therapy, but is still proficient enough to sling a wide variety of useful spells. She may cast Vercure, Verraise, Jolt, and Impact. Casting spells requires MP, which she has a finite, but regenerating, amount of, and cannot be done while executing physical attack

Skills: (Passive abilities, outstanding ‘stats’, and talents/proficiencies)

• Tank Expertise - Yayama is possessed of great physical strength and durability, able to take blows that would fell lesser mortals in an instant and keep fighting.
• Inventory - Yayama has the ability to carry far more than she really ought to be able to, and stuff things into sacks that really, really, really should not fit into them. Don't worry about it too much, as it rarely means she can carry anything extra of real consequence (unless carrying it would be bad for her, of course.)

Weaknesses: (Practical limitations, detrimental ‘stats’, and deficiencies. Include at least three)

• Unforgiven - This is not the first time Yayama has been overtaken by Light. The scars from her near-transformation in the past are deep and persistent, meaning that any metaphysically light-based attacks or effects will have a significantly more debilitating impact on her should they cut through her defenses. This also applies to assaults that work on the principle of somehow stilling or freezing the energy within the target, as her own internal aetherial circulation is still sluggish despite her best efforts in her recovery.
• Poor Vision - While her vision is sufficient for everyday life, and even precision tasks given the correct tools and time, her eye injury is only about two years old and comes after a wealth of experience fighting; her depth perception and therefore ability to accurately gauge distances quickly in combat is impaired. Additionally, her night vision is naturally poor, causing her to struggle in environments suffused with mundane darkness no matter how much she goes on about being the Bringer of the Night.
• The Blackest Knight - A life full of hardship has made Yayama strong in many ways, but with it comes many ways to exploit the memories that have shaped her into the hero she is. Yayama is terrified of losing her friends, prone to deep rages over this fear, and still not quite over a suspicion of food and drink brought by people she doesn't already have a well-established relationship with, leaving her generally more vulnerable than expected to tactics that would exploit these various traumas.

Spirits: (Any spirits your character possesses should be listed here with their type)

• Spirit name - Type

Rapport: (You can keep track of your Rapport here. As you level up Rapports, consider linking the posts here and listing what they give you)

Inactive Skills/Abilities

• Traveller's Expertise - Yayama's travels have exposed her to a variety of different combat techniques both mundane and supernatural, which she weaves into her "traditional" dark knight arts to provide additional options and surprise foes with swift scythe or katana strikes when they expect hefty greatsword blows.
• Delirium - Yayama can channel her aether into ever-more-powerful strikes, consuming a greater amount of energy to execute Scarlet Delirium, Comeuppance, and Torcleaver..
• Blackblood - A dark knight lives to strike down evil, the tyrant who grows fat off the labor of others, the noble who thinks in his decadence that he is above the justice of cold steel. Yayama can channel her aether and the pain of taking blows for her teammates into a powerful attack called Bloodspiller. She also has a wider-area version of this attack, known as Quietus.

Here's an initial draft.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Videogame Crossover)

Could I get an invite to the Discord? I want to discuss some things with regard to my character's background and feel it'd flow better in a live chat.