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    Name: Yorishine Christian Astiphon ("Yor-ih-sheen"; "Ah-sti-fon")
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Social Class: Former-noble
    Occupation: High-Reeve of Angkar
    Race: Changeling
    Nationality: Sotoan
    Weapon: Rapier


    Birthday: January 25th
    Favorite Colour: Beige
    Favorite Animal: Songbird
    Theme Song: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
    Other Songs:


    Physical Appearance:
     
    Several words describe Yorishine's figure; none of which are appreciated or particularly enjoyed. Pretty, petite, cute... the very definition of a lovely young maiden. Long blonde hair falls about this woman's back and shoulders, reaching her mid-back. Amidst her pretty young face are a pair of crystalline blue eyes of lighter color than even the day-time sky. The maiden's skin is fair and unblemished; rather prone to easy bruising. All this compacted into a figure of little more than five feet in height. Much is this to Yorishine's dismay, as not only does this make him a woman, but a pretty and short one at that.


    Personality:
     
    Raised as an upperclass child and treated like a prince, it's no wonder Yorishine has little tolerance for disrespect. Nor is it a wonder that he should be the highly arrogant type, and is highly prone to brushing people off rudely. When things don't go his way, he can throw quite the fit; but his tantrums are generally contained, as it is unbefitting of a noble to scream and flail like a bratty child. Instead, he voices his fury, and becomes reclusive. Such bottled up anger has only hurt him over the years, as he has occasionally gotten to be violent and self-abusive.
    There was once upon a time when he had had a mostly calm demeanor, and the ability to smile. But such things were lost when a run-in with an assassin cost him his life, and granted him with the worst curse he could ever figure to be- life as a woman. Frustrations with his new form has driven him to a constant state of discontent that is seldom dropped out of exhaustion. He is both tired and frustrated with life, but continues to seek some place in it for himself.


    History:
     
    The Astiphons were a noble family of western Morrim, not far from the Sotoan border. A quiet family, few paid them mind, even amongst the other nobility- they attended all the proper functions, and behaved as a noble family should, but this only allowed them to blend into the shadows. This suited them, for attention often came with negative connotations.

    Hastion and Meridia were the present heads of the Astiphon house. Lord Hastion, the true heir, had inherited the manor after his father's passing. He, like all Astiphons, was a dark-haired man with cerulean eyes. His wife, Meridia, was the daughter of another Morrim lord, possessing light brown hair and medium-blue eyes. From her had come two children; a young lad named Yorishine, and a daughter, three years younger, named Ariatha. Yorishine closely resembled his father in appearance, down to the shade of his eyes, while Ariatha looked much like her mother, save for her dark chestnut hair. As soon as they were old enough to bicker, Yorishine and Ariatha often found themselves at constant odds. But most often they were bitter allies- each the other's only option in a world dominated by adults.

    To the children, their quiet life was dull, perhaps too perfect. What little sparks of interest they found were small and short-lived, careful as they were not to cause a disturbance that might attract unwanted attention. Had they wished for any greater event to change up their routine, it came unwanted on the day of Ariatha's sixteenth birthday, when an assassin was discovered on the manor grounds. The intruder was caught before his mission could be accomplished- by none other than young Yorishine himself. He held the figure at sword point until the guards had arrived to take him away. He would never forget the look of that man; hair so dark that night paled in comparison, and eyes a toxic green. His very aura was like that of a viper, for every second he stood by it were as if the man were a snake waiting to strike. Relief came at last when he was hauled away, scarcely fighting the men that held him. It was only by sheer luck that Yorishine had even come across him, for the chance meeting had been unlikely amid the celebration. Yet, even with the assassin gone, he could not shake off a sense of fear.

    From that day forth, the House of Astiphon became a place of unrest. Guards were stationed at every corner, and any semblance of bliss rarely broke the serious atmosphere that encompassed the mansion; each day saw only the continued fear that another would try where the first had failed. Only after two years did the mood lighten, but it came too soon, for the assassin had escaped. That same night, he returned to the Astiphon mansion, seeking to continue what he had started; lest be satisfied with revenge on the noble that had discovered him. Fortune was not with Yorishine that night, for it was then of all others that he chose to step outside- directly into the assassin's waiting hands.

    "So we meet again, do we? You made this far easier than I had anticipated," a shadowy whisper blew softly into Yorishine's ear, emitted from curled lips.

    Yorishine parted his lips to respond, his full intention on shouting out to the guards that patrolled nearby; they had relaxed their guard, but there should still be someone within earshot that would come to his beckon. Before he could make a sound, however, his captor warned him with a shush.

    "No no no, dear prince. We wouldn't want to disturb anyone, now would we? Just keep quiet and your throat won't be slit," his melodic tone sickened Yorishine, but nonetheless the brunette remained silent, "That's a good boy. Now, as you likely recall, had it not been for you, I'd have made it off with your father's head. As you can see, I've escaped my captivity, and returned to your humble manor. I won't be after your father again, so you needn't worry for his sake; my employment is likely two years past due. I only thought it proper that I pay you a visit..."

    The familiar green eyes met his own cerulean blue as the man turned him around to face him, his cruel smirk breaking into a sadistic grin. "Ah yes, I can see it in your eyes. You've guessed why I've returned; indeed, it is for revenge. But not with what you're thinking... oh no, I won't kill you. After all, my life was spared, and here I am. No, for you I will think up something special... something different... perhaps-"

    His words were cut off as a nearby door opened, a young maid stepping outside. Yorishine had never seen her before; long blonde hair and the clearest of blue eyes. Her body was of small stature, and light build; petite, even scrawny. She couldn't have been more than his age; maybe not even less. As she spotted Yorishine, caught in the grasp of an unknown man and held at knife-point, her lips parted to release a scream- but the assassin was quicker. His wicked smirk grew broader as his hand wound around her head and clamped down upon her mouth. "Well well well... I think I've decided just the thing for you, my prince. Just the thing indeed..."

    His eyes darted around, as though caution had at last set in. With a controlling shove he led the two toward the mansion gate, creeping into the shadows with his two captives grasped securely at his sides. Neither could escape, nor speak, though the girl tried to wriggle away from him; unsuccessful in her attempt. Yorishine could not struggle as she did, for he was still held at knife-point; one wrong move and his throat would be slit. They were led across the yard and then out the gate, further then to the nearby wood. The three finally stopped once they were out of sight of the manor, and the assassin threw the girl to the ground.

    "Alright, kids, listen and listen well. This is how this will work: you are going to stay absolutely still until I say you can move. That means you, miss. No screaming, and no running away. And you-" Yorishine was pushed roughly to his knees, "are staying right here, by me.”

    A green glow descended from the assassin's arm, traveling from his fingertips into the firm grip on Yorishine's shoulder, encompassing his body in a viridian light. The hand released him then, but he was frozen still, only able to glance from the corner of his eye as the man extended his palm out to the nearby maiden. Green sparks glimmered within his palm, and soon she was also trapped within an unnatural aura. She shrieked as light enveloped her, shuffling back as though trying to evade it, and then she too fell still.

    They both remained motionless for some time, within which the assassin left his place at Yorishine's shoulder and moved to crouch instead beside the girl. Neither had noticed his change in position, for their souls had drawn away from their mortal chains. Into the air, they drifted and lingered, two imperceptive entities drawn out by an unnatural will. Each consciousness was left to thoughts alone, panicking in its otherworldly confusion, until the magic hands that pulled them finally released their hold. A familiar feel of existence and the possession of mass returned to the parted souls, but not all felt quite the same. As both prince and maid opened their eyes, they found before them a different sight. For Yorishine, it was not the woman that he gazed upon, but rather, himself.

    "Do you like it?" The saccharine voice came to his ears once more, sickeningly sweet and quite pleased with his doing, "A perfect fate, just for you. As you can see, I'm not only an assassin; I quite fancy myself a mage. Oh, but do not worry, I won't let an imposter wander the hallways of the great Astiphon house. Wouldn't dream of it. So I'll do you something kind and eradicate this problem for you..."

    Propping the maiden Yorishine against the trunk of a tree so she would have a clear view, the assassin made his way over to the prince's body, smirking as the male gave a whimper and attempted to scramble away. Lurching forward, his hand latched onto the young lord's upper arm, preventing him from crawling any farther. He spoke in a tone that implied reassurance, but his venomous voice drew as much trust as could be had in any other snake, “Shush now, my dear, it will only take a second.”

    The knife that had lead the lord prince by the neck now pressed against his chest, slowly drawn down his collarbone until it reached his navel. In its wake was a thin red line, barely a hair's width, until sanguine fluid seeped out to make it bolder. A dark chuckle was the last sound the addled maiden heard before the dagger plunged into her masculine gut. It was the first time Yorishine had heard himself scream.

    He shut his eyes and clenched them tightly, turning his head away. He could not bare witness to the slaughter, especially knowing that it was his own death he watched. The assassin noted this, and paused in his carving, holding his free hand out to the body of the maid. Against his will, Yorishine's pale blue eyes were forced open and his head forward, controlled by the vile power that had replaced his soul. As his new body quivered, the assassin only smirked and shook a finger, as though he were merely scolding a child in jest. “I told you not to move until I said so, didn't I? Don't look away now, my dear, it's just getting to the good part. Just be a good girl and watch; I'm sure you'll find this all quite fascinating.”

    Satisfied that the former man was watching- as if he had a choice in the matter- the assassin-mage returned his attention to his current prey. The knife, which had not yet pierced anything vital, twisted around into the noble's stomach. New screams emerged as the knife dug upward, cut off only as the bladed point tore into the man's lungs. The shrieks died off into desperate gurgles as blood rose up into his throat, but the mage did not stop his ascent. The knife pressed onward until it found the still-beating organ, and jabbed into the heart's fleshy wall. With crimson spurts, his arm withdrew, leaving the dying lord empty as the light faded from his eyes. Dripping, painted in blood, he turned to face Yorishine, teeth bared in a sadistic grin.

    Heartfelt tears streamed down unfamiliar cheeks, his breath caught in a throat that was not his own. Another human's shoulders shook in accordance with his grief. In despair, Yorishine wept for his own death, witness to his own murder. An unimaginable fate had befallen him, taking his life and yet allowing him still to live. Horror befell him, and in the midst of his anguish his consciousness fled him, leaving him in a state of unbidden sleep.

    The mage crouched beside the senseless maid, extending a bloody hand to caress her tear-stained cheek. His touch was gentle, as though fond, and held even as his head leaned in to whisper softly into her ear, “I hope you enjoyed the show, my prince.”

    Drawing away, he took one last look at the limp body of the blonde-haired maiden, before turning away with a dismissing wave. As he strode off, he left with her a parting message, though his words fell upon deaf ears: “You can move now.”



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