A wanderer with no place to call home, Yaun follows the wind and his whims, chasing the vague images that appear to him in dreams.​

Yaun's hair is a dark, medium-length mop, sometimes worn in a haphazard bun or loosely over his shoulders. His fair complexion tans easily, and he never burns. He has no prominent blemishes or scars.​

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Yaun's eyes are a bright hazel, possessing almost a golden hue around his pupils and a light green at the edge of his irises.​

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His body is covered in patchwork tattoos.​

Yaun is athletic, acrobatic, and walks lightly. He is generally well-suited for any physical activity. Wielding weapons, even those picked up for the first time comes naturally to Yaun. He has a good sense of hitting where it would hurt the most.​

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He learned a style of fighting belonging to his previous caretaker, who boasted incredible strength with his hands, feet, and swords. Yaun's current ability is a shameful imitation.​

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Quick on the uptake. Most of the time, you only have to show or tell him something once. Yaun can read slowly but cannot write. He's doing his best to practice.​

Yaun is aloof, introverted, and cynical about life. Intelligent, cold, and unapologetically blunt. Doesn't care about others' opinions of him. Exceptionally cunning. Unbothered about most things.​