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Name Bao Yanlin
Age 27
Gender Male
Species Shiji-ren
Ethnicity Songtu-ren
Height 5'5"
Occupation Former Alchemist— Currently unemployed
Residence Songtu
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Physical Description Yanlin stands near-average height for the Shiji-Ren, with a slightly unconventional, sharpened look to his face and body atypical of someone who works in a craftsmanship profession. His face has two small knicks on it— one on either side of his jawline. One was self-inflicted to match the other, which was not. His antlers are somewhat jagged; As if constantly beaten against, or worn down by trees, large rocks, and the like. His eyes are a vibrant shade of yellow, piercingly-so, and he has dark, self-made eyeliner that causes his gaze to look even more serpentine, perhaps 'wild', than others.
His traditional songtu robes have been ripped and torn in places; the sleeves essentially gone, and the tailcoat shredded, yet still there; Like actual thin, lifeless tails. A collection of small, handcrafted satchels, some ingredients from the local flora and fauna, and an old notebook adorn his belt. Beneath his robes, his body is very well-defined; Not bulky, but quite muscular, and his hooves are, for whatever reason, painted a similar greenish-brown to the forest floor.
Personality Yanlin was eccentric by Songtu standards even before the memory loss; Afterward, his best and worst traits were left unfettered, and now he is an outright mess of impulses, inspirations and inclinations based on his previous life. Yanlin is, to most, a very kind and a bit too sociable of a person who struggles with the idea of personal space— not because he likes making people feel uncomfortable, but because he enjoys getting to know anything and everything about a person, or a thing. Why? It fills some unknowable, bottomless pit in his soul to have all the answers to all the questions he can think of— and it also helps him achieve peace of mind, knowing no one is keeping secrets from him.
He of course keeps secrets from no one. He is spontaneous and free, and enjoys not only doing whatever strikes his fancy at a given time, but also gushing over what strikes his fancy at a given time. This can get annoying, even disturbing for obvious reasons, but it all comes from a good place. Despite that—or perhaps because of it, as a friend he can come off as extremely capricious and indecipherable. It's his love language, along with touching.
Yanlin has a fixation on fauna— a massive interest in the differing beasts of the realm that goes beyond a fascination. He has put himself in physical harm's way on multiple occasions just to observe creatures in nature up close— interact with them, just as invasively, if not moreso, than he does with his fellow Shiji-ren. He has a dream of meeting, studying, and living with all of the native creatures of the Shijie empire-- those born of nature as well as the more magically-inclined. In his mind, beasts don't lie— they're as honest as he is, so he doesn't have to worry about being wronged or harmed in any way he can't comprehend. Speaking of, liars— or more distinctly, people who try to force narratives or agendas onto others— are very, very much Yanlin's pet peeve.
Music is a hobby that Yanlin picked up at some point and never put down; As such, he can often be found filling the forest air with the surreal, serene sounds of a haunting guzheng tune, often from the tree tops. Yes, this implies that he climbs trees with a guzheng in toe. Yes, this also implies that someone was able to tolerate his weirdness for long enough to let him buy parts for a guzheng.
Magic/Abilities In his past life, Bao Yanlin was a talented alchemist, capable of weaving magic of the five great elements into flasks and enchantments alike. He spent many a year cooped up in his studies and devoted himself to that art, and in doing so forsook other facets of his magical talents. Living alone in the forests of the Shijie empire for so long has opened his eyes to the wonders of shamanism, however, and while he still retains some of the muscle memory from his time as an alchemist, he is far, far more adept at divining the words of the spirits of the... world, on the whispers of the wind. His greatest feat was once seducing a tree's roots into taking the shape of a Shiji-ren so that he could dance with them. Don't ask.
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