Reiku

Reiku Oyama
Status	Active
Race	Elothean
Gender	Female
Guild	undisclosed
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Sueki, (deceased)

"Just because it is broken doesn't mean it is worthless. Just because something shatters beyond repair does not mean it cannot be repurposed. The same can be said for people, sometimes all anyone needs is to be shown how to be of use again. I have to believe broken things can still be beautiful and worthwhile, there is simply no other reality in which I can bear to exist."

Description

You see Shadow Reiku Oyama, Scavenger of Elanthia, an Elothean.

She has an angular face with a handful of large claw marks scarring the jaw and neck, pointed ears and hollow, sunken cat-slitted amber eyes. She is bald, with pale skin and a rawboned figure.
She is tiny for an Elothean.
She appears to be an adult.
Her right palm has a tattoo of a chaotic geometric weaving in blacks and greys that follows the natural contours.

Reiku is wearing a battered tricorn hat with faded bloodstains spoiling the dark leather, a godsmarked turquoise pendant, a battle-worn longcoat of aged leather with a high-lacing collar, a sun-bleached linen shirt cinched at the waist by dark splatter-stained leather, some linen handwraps coated in resin and glass shards, some marred dark leather pants cross-gartered below the knee with linen strips, some iron knee spikes, some pitted steel-toed footwraps and a pair of battered skeleton-winged leather boots caked in dried mud.

Trivia

Is 4'11" tall and is underweight at approximately 6 stones (84lbs)
Frequently is seen without a tongue. (self inflicted)
Follower of Truffenyi
Finds beauty in the broken beaten scarred and damned.

Pets

a Darkmist abyss monkey draped in strands of clattering bone fragments

Logs and Journals

a crisp sheet of white paper(Formal Petition Submitted to Baron Gryfford 10/9/22)
The paper reads:
Court Advisor Aaiyaah,
I am here to represent the interests of my Master who, given the current laws of the land, is precluded from appearing themself. My Master would like to formally petition His Grace, The Baron Gryfford on behalf of all Redeemed necromancers to be able to move freely through and dwell within his lands. This of course would be an allowance made only to the Redeemed, provided they remain upon the path the Gods have placed them. My Master is aware this will seem an absurd request and as such has bid me also deliver a journal in which my Master shares their experiences of the path of redemption. They pray His Grace will read it with an open mind and heart. My Master is under no delusion, they understand the harm and horror they and their unrepentant brethren have caused. Yet my Master comes to His Grace in hopes through a mutual understanding he will see the Redeemed as the Gods now see them, as powerful tools in the fight to come.

My Master's Journal (The journal entry given to Court Advisor Aaiyaah to pass to Baron Gryfford)

Beautiful Things

a battle-worn longcoat of aged leather with a high-lacing collar
With its tattered split-tails and scarred black leather, this garment has been shoddily mended in a multitude of locations with dingy string stitching and crudely crafted metal fasteners pulling gashes and gaps in the material shut. The darkened steel hooks that run from the waist to neck are designed to pull the coat taut at the torso before giving way to frayed leather laces that seal the standing collar closed in a bid to obscure the lower half of the face when worn.

a sun-bleached linen shirt cinched at the waist by dark splatter-stained leather
Dark brownish-red stains are splashed across the worn, well-oiled belt used to pull the thin material of the faded garment tight. Held in place by pit-marked steel buckles, the near-corset provides structure to the otherwise billowing movement of the loose shirt. An open collar with frayed edges reveals missing top buttons, the worn sleeves rolled up to the elbow to disguise tattered cuffs.

some marred dark leather pants cross-gartered below the knee with linen strips
Wide gashes of battles gone by mended and affixed with metal fasteners and fraying string create a haphazard appearance to the splatter-stained material cut to otherwise fit snuggly to a slim figure when worn. Sun-bleached linen in sharp contrast to the dark hues of the well-oiled leather has been twined from below the knee to cuff, allowing easy tucking when worn with tall boots.

a pair of battered skeleton-winged leather boots caked in dried mud
A few scraggly vulture feathers are all that remain on the delicate boning jutting out from the scarred leather of these calf-high boots, the gaps in plumage supplemented by strips of ratty linen that dangle from the ulna. Crude steel buckles ensure a secure fit when worn, while the pitch color of the leather conceals some of the abuse this footwear has seen. Thick mud tinged red with dried blood sits in sharp contrast to the darker hues of the rest of the boot, hinting at a gruesome history.

OOC

Spouse: Single
Roleplay Stance: Heavy
PvP Stance: Guarded