Yinran Soulhealer

Yinran Soulhealer

Race: Eladrin (Sun-Elf)

Age: 23

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 140 lbs

Class: Devoted Cleric of Kelemvor

Occupation: Priest of Kelemvor, Doomguide

Family: Prilyssa - Mother

    Liss Soulguard - Momdog (Irish Wolfhound, also seeing-eye dog; can tell if ur undead s o WATCH OUT B); Devoted Dog of Kelemvor; possibly also honorary doomguide)

    Jaaris - Father

    Aradan - Elder Brother

    Pilin - Elder Sister

    Ilawyse - Younger Sister

Current Relationships: ???

Planned Relationships: Xaald probs

Alignment: Good of a sort (probs lawful)

Pet: Liss Soulguard 

Yinran wasn't always particularly devoted. His family was poor, finding food and work where they could, and religion did not take a large part of their lives. Death was always a close companion-- tragic accidents, sickness and murder took the lives of many of Yinran's extended family before he was even born. His parents loved him, however, and tried their best to protect him. As Yinran grew, he danced on the line between lawful and illegal work, often running around with a local thieves gang, though he never fully joined. He saw kids he grew up with, some even younger than he, be arrested or killed in some way or another. As one of the oldest at 14, he took it upon himself to inform the families, if his friends had them. Yinran grew up fearing the day someone would knock on his parents' door with news of his death. 

At 19, Yinran's family finally got a lucky break-- his father had gotten payment for a particularly big job, and it was enough to help move the family away from the city slums they lived in and out into the country where they could try to sustain themselves better. It was no more or less dangerous, but they felt that they would be able to afford better lives out there. For a cobbler and tailor, it seemed the best choice for their children. Yinran looked forward to the change, though he’d miss his friends. He wouldn’t miss the violence that had become an expected part of his life. 

They left the city, but didn’t realize they were being trailed. During a deserted stretch of the journey, less than a day outside of the city, they were attacked by members of the very gang Yinran often ran with. The gang had foreknowledge of their journey, given by Yinran himself, or his family, who were familiar with those members of the community and therefore didn’t suspect a thing. 

It was chaotic, but Yinran and his father managed to distract them enough for his sisters and mother to escape. Yinran and his father split up, intending on losing the assailants in the brush. They ran through the forest, and seemingly lost the pursuers. Yinran’s father surely met up with their family by now and led them away from here. Yinran ran through, but must’ve gotten turned around, because as he broke through the brush, he turned in time to see a spiked mace coming for his face. Death was not instantaneous-- perhaps his murderer had a stroke of guilt at the last moment, and tried to pull his strength, but it was not enough to save him. He couldn’t see, and his face was afire with pain. He felt hands go through his pockets, and someone, he didn’t see who, pressed a blade against his ribs, and then the pain stopped. 

Yinran doesn’t precisely have memories of what came next. He had glimpses, and the overwhelming feeling of contentment. He knew with certainty that his family survived. At first he didn’t know how he knew, but he realized that the knowledge came to him from Kelemvor. There was no direct speaking, only knowing. He began to see the beautiful areas of the Crystal Spire, overflowing with peace and good cheer. He saw the horror of the places that belonged to the condemned, and wept at the waves of fear and pain that he sensed there. He felt the cold judgement of Kelemvor, but also felt his justice, the blind weighing of deeds and character. Yinran felt no fear, nor pain. Above all, Yinran felt understanding, and he readied himself for judgement.

When he awoke, the world was black. Rain fell upon his face, stinging the skin and washing a bitter, iron taste into his mouth. His first breath was a ragged, heaving gasp that sent a wave of shock through his body. He lurched forward, bringing his hands to his face. Tenderly, he pressed his hands to his nose and cheeks, expecting with mounting dread to encounter mangled flesh. His hands froze when they met smooth, sensitive, but wholly intact skin. He shivered, and realized he was cold-- his shoes were gone, along with anything he had of value. His shirt and tunic were missing as well. A quick hand to his left side found a long, thin scar under a rib, where a dagger had slid into his heart.

Yinran stood shakily, and squinted into the sky. He stood there for several minutes, and remembered. He died. That was a certainty. While he couldn’t recall with clarity what he saw, he knew in his heart he’d glimpsed the kingdom of Kelemvor, and for some reason, Kelemvor saw fit to bring him back. 

Yinran shivered again and brought his arms around him. He turned in place, but it was becoming very apparent to him that he could not see, and likely would never see. He didn’t even know if it was night or day when he awoke. Dismayed, Yinran, took a cautious step, only to trip over some foliage that had caught his feet as he tried to move them. 

It was awhile later, he didn’t know how long, when he heard footsteps coming towards him. They were fast and light, nothing like boots on the wet ground. He sat back on his heels and panned his gaze, searching for the origin of the noise. It stopped before him, and suddenly he felt a wet nose on his hand, and steady sniffing. A large head pushed against his chest, making him instinctively reach up, and the creature woofed softly. A dog-- a really large dog. 

After a few false starts, Yinran got the message that the dog was trying to lead him. It was tall enough that Yinran could walk beside it with a hand resting comfortably on it’s back.It led him expertly through the forest, bringing him to a small settlement. It led him towards the sounds of people, a tavern perhaps. The people exclaimed at him, thinking a blind traveler had been mauled in the middle of the night-- well he found out what time of day it was. Rather than explain what actually happened, Yinran went along with this story. The hound, apparently a large wolfhound, stayed with him, and would continue to do so for the rest of it’s life. 

After being fed and clothed, and whatever wounds he had gathered on the journey there tended to, Yinran decided to journey towards the next city. He felt the need to travel towards the nearest gathering of doomguides and find training there. He felt a calling to share with people what he knew of the afterlife, that there was more to be found there, and for the honorable spirit, there was peace everlasting. He felt Kelemvor’s revulsion towards the undead and wanted to learn how to fight them. 

The hound seemed to understand this, and led Yinran where he needed to go. It was becoming abundantly clear that this animal, who Yinran was growing very fond of, was either very intelligent, or divinely inspired-- perhaps both. In any case, it still acted as a dog, albeit one who was very cautious and aware of his needs and wants. Eventually he named her Liss, after his mother, because of how the dog took care of him. 

Yinran was led to a group of Kelemvorites. He explained his situation to them, and his desire to become a cleric of Kelemvor. Although he was nervous, something (???) made them believe him, or at least accept him as a trainee. Eventually he met up with Melsthia and joined her group of travelling doomguides.

For the next four years Yinran journeyed with them. He brings the word and grace of Kelemvor into the lives of people who prepare to enter death, or those who have recently lost loved ones, especially unexpectedly. He stays by the mourning or ailing as long as they have need of him before moving on, Liss ever at his side, lending her quiet, grounding presence to those who need it. He hunts the undead in Kelemvor’s name, laying them to rest and whispering prayers of peace to their souls, apologies for letting their bodies get used in such a way, assurances so they know it has ended.

Yinran never knew whether or not he should seek out his family. While he wondered at how they were, and felt guilt over not seeking them out, he also felt like the son and brother that they knew died that day in the forest, four years before. He felt more disconnected from his family than he ever imagined he could. Yet he still wonders about them. Perhaps one day he will find out where they are and how they fare.

Fun fact: Although Yinran is blind, occasionally he will get glimpses of what he saw while dead. They happen rarely while “awake” but when he settles into trance for the night, he sees more, much like dreaming.

Second fun fact: Yinran vaguely regrets naming Liss after his mother, not that he really thinks they’ll ever meet, but he didn’t mean for the name to stick and what would she think???

Personality: Yinran is serious when he works, but is quite cheerful and playful once he’s comfortable with a person. Once he gets close to someone, he opens up a lot. He isn’t sensitive about being blind-- he’s gotten used to it and learned to live with it, and honestly it’s not that bad. He makes it into a joke sometimes, especially when people around him aren’t sure how to act around him. 

Yinran was fairly street smart at one point, but entirely too trusting. He learned to guard his secrets after nearly getting his family killed (and getting himself killed). He still wants to trust everyone around him, however, and has to work at keeping in mind that not everyone has his well-being or the well-being of his friends in mind. 

When he’s working, Yinran becomes a somber, grounding presence for the grieving or those close to death. He has a sense for when his words might be needed, and people seem to like him (as much as one can in those situations), but inwardly he feels like Prilissa helps him a lot, and at times is even a grounding force for him.

    When he’s alone, Yinran will often zone out, thinking about how different he’s become, about what Kelemvor has planned for him and if he’s done the right thing, and about where his family is, and how they’re doing, and whether they were thinking about him