"How about you fuck off?"

[Cynical, Provocative, Crass, Loyal, Cold]

Crass and vicious, Yena can be a rather nasty individual. Worsen by his confident demeanor, and unabashed attitude. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind and could care less if his comments are not received well. There’s not a lot of individuals that can overpower him nowadays, so he’s free to run his mouth with a razor sharp smile and mocking eyes. Don’t be mistaken, he is fully capable of putting on a sweet act. Flutter his eyelashes and parrot sweet, sweet words with the most innocent of eyes. It’s just he can’t be bothered anymore. So cold eyes and scathing words are his norm, especially for unwanted strangers.

Jaded by time and naturally prickly by nature, Yena is extremely distrustful. But once you earn his trust, his loyalty knows no bounds even if he really wants to bash you (and probably will).

There may have been a time when he had been a “nice” individual, but those days have been over for a long while now. When nearly everyone around him had been out for themselves, Yena could only adapt. Nothing really surprises him nowadays, having seen the worst in people, he expects nothing. Though this aspect of his personality has gotten better, Yena is still quite pessimistic. It’s only thanks to his family that he has slowly regained a semblance of faith in people.

Yena possesses an excellent dark sense of humour and combined with his often sarcastic tone, he can be either entertaining, unpleasant or straight offensive. But hey, he’s pretty and well, he doesn’t care. Blunt and straight to the point, feelings aren’t really a thing he considers. What’s the point of dancing around things if the point still stands and what’s the point if he doesn’t care about you.

Yena is a travelling parasol-maker. While parasols and fans are his main crafts, he also makes paper kites and lanterns which are especially popular during festivals. The parasols he makes are pleasing to the eye but they’re usually more useless than useful. Odd shapes and weird bends, some of them barely block any sun. But well, they’re pretty and people do love pretty things.

Retired. Grieving. And me, lost. Wandering.
Family.
What did it matter.

He spent a long time away from home, until a then-grieving man with a pair of golden eyes was brought to his attention by Liu Wen.

Hurtful words were shouted. Split lips, black eyes and cuffed jaws were traded. And soon, only scars remained.

“We can’t fail this. We…we can’t lose more. Liu Wen…he…he’s—”
“Everything.”
“...Everything.”
“We’ll figure it out. You got me. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

睿衍，當他們問你的名字時， 你要怎麼回答？
夜那……我叫夜那。
別讓我失望。
我不會的……媽媽。

A union between a forgotten god of a lost forest and a courtesan. And Yena was brought into the world.

Pretty and oh, so clever with his silvertongue, Yena was popular among his mother’s fellow courtesans and always a delight to keep company with for clients. He picked up things fast and amused clients with his little tricks and seemingly innocent comments. It seemed he was liked whenever he went, except by his own mother.

Sometimes mother would give me a look.
One that wasn’t disdain or disappointment.
One that wasn’t thinly veiled disgust
But it was cold.
Always cold.

As Yena grew older, an ability of his soon manifested. A natural green thumb turned into the ability to grow anything he could lay his hands on. This caught the eye of a man. One who had heard of the old legends.

So, Yena was sold.

There was something strange about the man’s home. As if it existed on its own plane of existence. Yena couldn’t put his finger on it but the earth called to him. He was then thrust into a glass house and Yena was put to sleep, his body used to nourish and incubate the rare plants. He was asleep, but he wasn’t at the same time. It was as if his consciousness had merged with the surrounding life itself.

For a while, Yena lost himself. Dragged along with the natural goal of life. Survival. He nudged the seedlings to sprout, breathed life into those struggling and used death to nourish the others. An endless cycle that caused Yena’s reach to sink deeper and deeper into the land. Until a small forgotten spark was felt. Crystal horns formed on his head and his body began to shed its flesh until only a smooth crystal figurine of a human remained.

It was…interesting to say the least. Yena had stayed, interested in learning about himself until one day, he decided it was time to go.

As bloodied footprints tracked through the grass, he wondered.

Had this been the reason for his mother’s coldness?

Strict and unforgiving, he was told his mother had a hard time expressing her love for him. That she acted that way so he’d grow up strong. That everything she did to him was for his own good. But why did it always have to hurt?

He knew the truth and they knew it too. But it was okay. The love the others provided to him was enough. At least he had thought so, even when he saw his mother for the first time in a long while, still refusing him. Lips snarled in disgust as the ground flooded red beneath her.

The flesh of his hand became a cool crystal as it made contact with his mother’s throat. An assessing gaze as his hand curled around ever so slightly. His hat flared above him, and a gentle descent of glowing ribbons curled around his mother. A devastatingly beautiful smile as he healed his mother. Knew they would take care of her, even if she was now useless. Forever bound to bed, every single limb paralyzed but senses still fully functional.

Classified a witch, yet not exactly one. Yena had abilities unheard of. The ability to grow anything he touched. The ability to heal any sort of injury. People wondered. He didn’t use spells, didn’t use staffs, or any conduits of magic. It was as if he simply weaved magic. Yena couldn’t really weave magic, but he could weave and store life. He could breathe life back into the fading and even bring forth life within himself (this sounds like mpreg but it’s just plants 8D LMAO). There were offers and force but Yena simply laughed in their face. Sharp and brittle as he wiped the blood off with paper bills. He laughed especially loud when Viserys offered the most backhanded deal of them all.

But why not.

Yena let himself be tied down for a while. Until a handsome grey-haired man approached him with a disgustingly cheerful smile.

“Aren’t you curious? I can try, if you want.”
“There’s no point. I know who he was and his name was never real.”

However, he was intriguing. And so Yena accepted. His lips unable to help themselves from quirking up at their antics—a warm feeling spread in his chest as the group of strangers that he’d been invited into became something more than strangers.

A family.

And when he gazed upon the funny grey-haired fella. A hope for something more.

A hope that was quickly put aside when a series of unfortunate events began to befall them.