Post by rainak on Jul 8, 2011 21:59:05 GMT -1
Biography for Rainak Tobain Yunake
:Full Name:
Rainak Tobain Yunake
:Nicknames:
Rai; Rain; Tobain; Bain; Tobby; Yunake; "Viper"
:Age:
Over 5,000,000 (Age Forgotten)
:Gender:
Male
:Ascension:
Immortal
:Species:
Devil; Melaer
:Affiliation:
The Underworld; Dragos Midnight; Xion
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:Hair & Eyes:
Rainak's hair is a dark pitch black colour, well groomed and tied back roughly into a foxtail, odd strands of hair fraying off. The band tying it back is a blue one, decorated by a black tribal design. A few strands of the hair flow over his shoulders, reaching to his chest.
His pupils are a deep violet colour, slightly less rounded and more oval shaped than average pupils - like a snakes. The usual whites of his eyes are also black instead, seeming to blend in with the purple - yet pronounce it at the same time.
:Height & Weight:
His build is that of one with great strength, his posture showing a militaristic and violent upbringing. Despite his strength he is not 'muscular' as to say, his body is more nimble and athletic, allowing him to move quickly, lunge blows, jump distances and do all manners of activities.
:Specific Details:
A vertical scar on the left side of his mouth which runs through his lip, leaving a very visible, rough scar which reaches about half an inch above and below his lips.
Rainak's body is inked with many patterns and designs, almost like a canvas. A tribal pattern stretches the interety of the left side of his torso, stopping abruptly just slightly left of the centre of his torso in shap, pointed spikes. The patterns stretches under and over his left arm, decorated the arm and his side also. This connects it to the pattern which covers the entirety of his back.
This is identical to the one of his front, however instead of stopping at the centre it creates a symmetry, the tribal design continuing and ending - like the frontal design - abruptly in sharp, pointed spikes underneath his right arm and armpit.
On the back of his left hand is a sideways eight - the symbol of eternity. And on the right side of his neck are two dots which look like snakebites, inked onto his shoulder and down to his right elbow are droplets of blood from the snakebites, as if to give it a feeling as though the bites were fresh - or everlasting.
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:Place of Birth:
Melandrisia
:Place of Residence:
Dragos Manor, Midnight Realm; Yunake Estate, The Underworld
:Parents:
- Faerwyn Yunake (Father, Angel) -
- Zhalea Yunake (Mother, Angel) -
:Siblings:
None
:Children:
- Faerwyn Yunake (Son, Adult Angel) -
- Athandor Yunake (Son, Adult Angel) -
- Y'lindra Yunake (Daughter, Deceased Angel) -
- Dargon Yunake (Son, Deceased Devil) -
- Ishtar Yunake (Daughter, Adult Elvin-Devil Hybrid) -
- Saeln Yunake (Son, Adult Devil) -
- Alette Yunake (Daughter, Deceased Devil) -
- Tenlyina Yunake (Daughter, Teenage Devil-Angel Hybrid) -
:Other Relatives:
None
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:Likes:
- Bloodshed -
- Drugs -
- Sexual intercourse in the missionary position for the purposes of procreation -
:Dislikes:
- Snobs -
- Bad Food -
- Serious People -
:Personality:
Rainak is best summed up as a violent, sadistic... charming comedian. Wait what? Yeap, he lives for bloodshed and outright massacre and will most likely try to start a fight when one can be started. But don't underestimate his lustfulness, he would easily pass - or avoid - a fight and go out of his way to charm a well-endowed woman. And atop all this, even in the most serious of situations, if an opportunity comes for a witty remark to be made - it will be made, regardless of time and place.
:History:
Rainak was born on Melandrisia during the reign of Ocairu Fenri over a few millennia ago. His father was a high-ranking official in the Melaer Army, especially for one who was not particularly seen on the front of battle - being a man of trickery and dispatching singular enemies. His mother, however, was quite the opposite, being a city girl and as much as an urchin you can be in the equality of the Melaer system.
He was trained from a fairly young age by his father in the same arts of subtler combat, remaining invisible and how to keep heat of himself - as was tradition in his family. And, when not training to blood and tears he would spend the majority of his time down in the town and with the people, being a very friendly person, and spending most of this 'majority time' woo'ing local women, not something usually seen in Melaer culture - he could've been considered a 'black sheep'.
However, his time spent away from home did not always end in a few games of kiss and chase, and whilst down in the 'taverns' - if they could be called taverns, what with such an abundance of anything alcoholic - he discovered a love for music, devoting most of his free time to learning how to play the flute and lute. This certainly played off in later life, and when his talents were noticed during his time spent in the army he was hired by Ocairu himself to become the King's personal Bard.
He had earned a place within the Royal Palace and had certainly lived up to his Father's expectations. Whilst living within the Palace he gained a fondness and loyalty to the King and when the time of Imrik's betrayal came he gladly went to the Underworld with him, the other six men and seven legions of, what would later be knows as, the Nephilim.
Once peace was brought back to the Underworld and ruling had resumed - Ocairu now becoming Krell, ascending to the ranks of Elder Gods and everyone else who journeyed with him ascending to Immortals - he obtained the rank of an Immortal Lord, becoming the 'Lord of Shadows' and was entitled one of the Nosfera by Krell, obtaining a legion of Nephilim and a sector of the Underworld.
When the Inquisition emerged Rainak was drafted in, seeing that the aspects of torture and outright violence would match his now-hardened personality. He also became very close friends with one of Krell's twins, Isaan, and trained with him as he grew up - seeing himself as a rolemodel for the boy, whether the feeling was mutual is unknown.
Despite his loyalties to Dragos he could not ignore his friendship to Isaan and his evermore loyalties to the royal line, and helped with the overturning of the Inquisition - now renamed Dragos Midnight in remembrance of their corrupted leader - becoming Isaan's new second-in-command and put in charge of the training of new members and intel'.
And from then on life just went on as normal: a new wife each week; popping children out like it was common place; a new big bad mean enemy each month who just got absolutely annihilated. And then things eventually settled down again, until interstellar travel became a 'big thing' with the Mortal's and Dragos were called in as a police force once again - and here we are.
:RP Sample:
:Full Name:
Rainak Tobain Yunake
:Nicknames:
Rai; Rain; Tobain; Bain; Tobby; Yunake; "Viper"
:Age:
Over 5,000,000 (Age Forgotten)
:Gender:
Male
:Ascension:
Immortal
:Species:
Devil; Melaer
:Affiliation:
The Underworld; Dragos Midnight; Xion
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:Hair & Eyes:
Rainak's hair is a dark pitch black colour, well groomed and tied back roughly into a foxtail, odd strands of hair fraying off. The band tying it back is a blue one, decorated by a black tribal design. A few strands of the hair flow over his shoulders, reaching to his chest.
His pupils are a deep violet colour, slightly less rounded and more oval shaped than average pupils - like a snakes. The usual whites of his eyes are also black instead, seeming to blend in with the purple - yet pronounce it at the same time.
:Height & Weight:
His build is that of one with great strength, his posture showing a militaristic and violent upbringing. Despite his strength he is not 'muscular' as to say, his body is more nimble and athletic, allowing him to move quickly, lunge blows, jump distances and do all manners of activities.
:Specific Details:
A vertical scar on the left side of his mouth which runs through his lip, leaving a very visible, rough scar which reaches about half an inch above and below his lips.
Rainak's body is inked with many patterns and designs, almost like a canvas. A tribal pattern stretches the interety of the left side of his torso, stopping abruptly just slightly left of the centre of his torso in shap, pointed spikes. The patterns stretches under and over his left arm, decorated the arm and his side also. This connects it to the pattern which covers the entirety of his back.
This is identical to the one of his front, however instead of stopping at the centre it creates a symmetry, the tribal design continuing and ending - like the frontal design - abruptly in sharp, pointed spikes underneath his right arm and armpit.
On the back of his left hand is a sideways eight - the symbol of eternity. And on the right side of his neck are two dots which look like snakebites, inked onto his shoulder and down to his right elbow are droplets of blood from the snakebites, as if to give it a feeling as though the bites were fresh - or everlasting.
--------------------
:Place of Birth:
Melandrisia
:Place of Residence:
Dragos Manor, Midnight Realm; Yunake Estate, The Underworld
:Parents:
- Faerwyn Yunake (Father, Angel) -
- Zhalea Yunake (Mother, Angel) -
:Siblings:
None
:Children:
- Faerwyn Yunake (Son, Adult Angel) -
- Athandor Yunake (Son, Adult Angel) -
- Y'lindra Yunake (Daughter, Deceased Angel) -
- Dargon Yunake (Son, Deceased Devil) -
- Ishtar Yunake (Daughter, Adult Elvin-Devil Hybrid) -
- Saeln Yunake (Son, Adult Devil) -
- Alette Yunake (Daughter, Deceased Devil) -
- Tenlyina Yunake (Daughter, Teenage Devil-Angel Hybrid) -
:Other Relatives:
None
--------------------
:Likes:
- Bloodshed -
- Drugs -
- Sexual intercourse in the missionary position for the purposes of procreation -
:Dislikes:
- Snobs -
- Bad Food -
- Serious People -
:Personality:
Rainak is best summed up as a violent, sadistic... charming comedian. Wait what? Yeap, he lives for bloodshed and outright massacre and will most likely try to start a fight when one can be started. But don't underestimate his lustfulness, he would easily pass - or avoid - a fight and go out of his way to charm a well-endowed woman. And atop all this, even in the most serious of situations, if an opportunity comes for a witty remark to be made - it will be made, regardless of time and place.
:History:
Rainak was born on Melandrisia during the reign of Ocairu Fenri over a few millennia ago. His father was a high-ranking official in the Melaer Army, especially for one who was not particularly seen on the front of battle - being a man of trickery and dispatching singular enemies. His mother, however, was quite the opposite, being a city girl and as much as an urchin you can be in the equality of the Melaer system.
He was trained from a fairly young age by his father in the same arts of subtler combat, remaining invisible and how to keep heat of himself - as was tradition in his family. And, when not training to blood and tears he would spend the majority of his time down in the town and with the people, being a very friendly person, and spending most of this 'majority time' woo'ing local women, not something usually seen in Melaer culture - he could've been considered a 'black sheep'.
However, his time spent away from home did not always end in a few games of kiss and chase, and whilst down in the 'taverns' - if they could be called taverns, what with such an abundance of anything alcoholic - he discovered a love for music, devoting most of his free time to learning how to play the flute and lute. This certainly played off in later life, and when his talents were noticed during his time spent in the army he was hired by Ocairu himself to become the King's personal Bard.
He had earned a place within the Royal Palace and had certainly lived up to his Father's expectations. Whilst living within the Palace he gained a fondness and loyalty to the King and when the time of Imrik's betrayal came he gladly went to the Underworld with him, the other six men and seven legions of, what would later be knows as, the Nephilim.
Once peace was brought back to the Underworld and ruling had resumed - Ocairu now becoming Krell, ascending to the ranks of Elder Gods and everyone else who journeyed with him ascending to Immortals - he obtained the rank of an Immortal Lord, becoming the 'Lord of Shadows' and was entitled one of the Nosfera by Krell, obtaining a legion of Nephilim and a sector of the Underworld.
When the Inquisition emerged Rainak was drafted in, seeing that the aspects of torture and outright violence would match his now-hardened personality. He also became very close friends with one of Krell's twins, Isaan, and trained with him as he grew up - seeing himself as a rolemodel for the boy, whether the feeling was mutual is unknown.
Despite his loyalties to Dragos he could not ignore his friendship to Isaan and his evermore loyalties to the royal line, and helped with the overturning of the Inquisition - now renamed Dragos Midnight in remembrance of their corrupted leader - becoming Isaan's new second-in-command and put in charge of the training of new members and intel'.
And from then on life just went on as normal: a new wife each week; popping children out like it was common place; a new big bad mean enemy each month who just got absolutely annihilated. And then things eventually settled down again, until interstellar travel became a 'big thing' with the Mortal's and Dragos were called in as a police force once again - and here we are.
:RP Sample:
He span, ramming the blade of his saber straight though a Jedi's throat. It went in, the light dimmed before the tip popped out of the top of the Jedi's head, the purple light shining bright in the crowd that surrounded him, blocking out all light he had access too. As the blade went through up until the hilt, his hand loosened slightly, claws digging into this man's shoulder blades and slicing up, ripping his throat open as he took ahold of the saber again, pulling it clean back, through the Jedi's face and kicking him softly, the limp, dead, mutilated body falling to the ground and shaking slowly as the oxygen blew out of him.
Smirking, his head turned to look straight at the figure that stood before him, the mechanical voice machine in his helmet - so his voice could not be recognized by the Jedi - booming loudly,
"You. Turn. Tell me how many people are behind you. Or around about." he chuckled softly, his hand balling up tightly around the handle as he held them in a 'x' behind him, ready to strike and crouching down, looking up at the man. The Jedi grinned, shaking his head, "Not likely, scum." as the man ran forward, Rainak pulled his hands around, cutting his hands clean off with one saber, the other his feet.
The male dropped to the floor, wincing and crying out in pain. He looked the Jedi in the eyes - making the Jedi stare back into his... solid black nothingness - tilting his head, saber's crossed at his neck, "Come on, be a sport. How much?" smirking, through the pain the Jedi shook his head once poor, "I will die before I betray my commr-..." Rainak nodded, bringing the sword towards eachother slowly, cutting the man's head head string by string, "Yep, of course you will." he then looked up, throwing the head behind him, tilting his own to the other side. "That... add... yeah, about right." he muttered to himself.
He raised his saber's into the air, fist's clenched tight and looked up everyone infront of him, "Hey guys!" he began to cackle, head faced down. "Zap..." he said softly as he rammed his saber's into the ground with built up rage. As the blade's connected to the floor, cutting in two holes, a large tidal wave of force electricity zapped outwards from him, blowing all around him back and and shocking them, their skeleton's visible through the voltage of the shock, blasting back items and containers also.
Rainak stood up, twisting his saber's and withdrawing the blades, sliding them into his belt before walking out casually, giving a slightly lean onto one leg and whistling a soft, joyful tune to himself.
Smirking, his head turned to look straight at the figure that stood before him, the mechanical voice machine in his helmet - so his voice could not be recognized by the Jedi - booming loudly,
"You. Turn. Tell me how many people are behind you. Or around about." he chuckled softly, his hand balling up tightly around the handle as he held them in a 'x' behind him, ready to strike and crouching down, looking up at the man. The Jedi grinned, shaking his head, "Not likely, scum." as the man ran forward, Rainak pulled his hands around, cutting his hands clean off with one saber, the other his feet.
The male dropped to the floor, wincing and crying out in pain. He looked the Jedi in the eyes - making the Jedi stare back into his... solid black nothingness - tilting his head, saber's crossed at his neck, "Come on, be a sport. How much?" smirking, through the pain the Jedi shook his head once poor, "I will die before I betray my commr-..." Rainak nodded, bringing the sword towards eachother slowly, cutting the man's head head string by string, "Yep, of course you will." he then looked up, throwing the head behind him, tilting his own to the other side. "That... add... yeah, about right." he muttered to himself.
He raised his saber's into the air, fist's clenched tight and looked up everyone infront of him, "Hey guys!" he began to cackle, head faced down. "Zap..." he said softly as he rammed his saber's into the ground with built up rage. As the blade's connected to the floor, cutting in two holes, a large tidal wave of force electricity zapped outwards from him, blowing all around him back and and shocking them, their skeleton's visible through the voltage of the shock, blasting back items and containers also.
Rainak stood up, twisting his saber's and withdrawing the blades, sliding them into his belt before walking out casually, giving a slightly lean onto one leg and whistling a soft, joyful tune to himself.