Rainak Yu'nake (WIP)

Full Name: Rainak Yu'nake.
Nicknames: Solar (Former); Tobain.
Age: ~4,001,000.
Gender: Male.
Race: Devil (Former Melaer).
Affiliation: Mael (Former); Veras/Krell (Underworld); Midnight.
Rank: Archdevil; High Inquisitor.

Hair & Eyes:

His hair is completely white, looking as if he were caked in snow almost constantly. Shoulder-length, it lays in an extremely messy mane, the only patch showing any grooming would be hanging down by the right side of his face. Rather than forming his hair into a fringe, he makes two, long braids, held together by a black band each; these dangling down to touch the right side of his chest, resting against muscular and hardened breast. Nesting his face is very light stubble, barely noticeable unless in direct sunlight, due to the sheer brightness of the hair colour; eyebrows kept naturally thin, not thickening out, two long stripes of white hair.

His eyes almost always narrowed, as if that being their natural shape. Corners seeming slightly bloodshot always and pupils a very dim yellow colour, showing little pigment - as a result of his Albino nature. The gaze that emanates from said eyes always a cold, icey and steely one, no matter the circumstances he finds himself in.

Height & Weight:

His form would be that of an athlete, matching in with his line of work. Muscular, though without showing it too much. His body is toned and kept firm, not bulky by no means, in fact rather the opposite, instead being on the slimmer side, which comes to a shock if anyone were to find out how good of a punch he can throw. He stands at an impressive 6'2", this on the other hand, not being helpful to his job; however, he's managed thus far, and too good feats. He always seems to be standing with a rather lazy posture, either arms folded or stowed in pockets if he's wearing any; looking to be off-guard at all times, which, of course, is merely a ploy, as he's always quick to react, with swift reflexes.

Specific Details:

Situated just below his bottom lip are two silver studs, set in a snakebite formation, so they poke through in the general direction of where his two canine teeth are, an equal gap kept between each stud. His right ear is hope to three piercings: silver 'clips' on top and underneath the ear, and a square, silver stud in the lower lobe of the ear. Designs are inked into the same ear as well, which trail down to his neck, where it forks to come back up the right side of his face and down to his right shoulder, where it ends in a tribal image of a sun. The tattoo's which accompany it, across his upper right chest and the right portion of his face - including the ear -, are of a non-fluid tribal design, but rather edgy and blocky, Celtic if he were to exist in our own reality plane, and somewhat Dwarvish in his own plane.

Inked into the left side of his neck are two holes, presumably meant to symbolise puncture wounds, presumably those of a snake; trailing down his left arm, from the 'wound', are blood droplets, which stretch all the way down to the back of his left hand, where the 'blood' all entwines together to form an '8' - meant to be sideways, depending on one's angle, to symbolise eternity. All across the left side of his torso - below shoulder to waist - is an inked tribal pattern, this one being fluid and ending jaggedly in spikes like the most generic of tribal patterns. It ends in the spikes in the middle of his chest, not stretching to the right side of his chest. However, it does stretch underneath his left arm, and onto his back where it does stretch the whole of it this time, being reflected symmetrically onto the right side of his back; ending in the same style of jagged spikes underneath his right arm.

Simple red and black clothing. On the inside, however, is a very thin layer of titanium, lightweight and strong. Then on top of the metal-plating is a form of reinforced leather, still lightweight. In essence, he wear reinforced leather armour, with a light plating of metal atop, and then a cloth outfit sewn in on top of that. Sewn into the right shoulder of his outfit is a pouch, in which he uses to store his currency - keeping it there as an easy repellent to pickpockets and cut-purses. In addition to this is another small pouch sewn into the right arm of his outfit, though it usually lays flat, rarely holding anything. He wears skin-tight leather gauntlets, stretching up to his elbow, on top of the cloth, as an extra measure of protection; strapped around the wrist of each gauntlet are several throwing daggers and small, eight-pronged shuriken. Underneath the red sash of the outfit, is a small, balled-up extension of thin, strong rope, with three hooks coming of three strands of rope which deviate from the main - most likely used as a grappling device.


Place of Birth: Sil'asdra, Melandrisia.
Place of Residence: Aurela (Subject to Change).
Parents: Saeln Yu'nake (Father-Deceased); Miran Yu'nake (Mother-Deceased).
Siblings: Ceavrun Yu'nake (Brother-Deceased).
Children: Saeln Yu'nake (Son-Deceased).
Other Relatives: Vaishali Yu'nake (Spouse-Deceased).

Likes: ...
Dislikes: ...
Personality:

Rainak is the type of man to keep his trusts, his business, and himself... to himself. The type who'll merely shrug off conversation unless the people approaching are deemed worthy of his respect. And whilst the parameters for who he respects were rather wide - respecting anyone of strength, physically, mentally or emotionally - he rarely lets anyone actually get into that group. Once you are though, he would seem to calm down, his conversation rather more 'pally', which can make for rather humorous banter when he throws a joking insult in somebodies direction, though says it in such a deadpan way, it makes it hard to tell if it is actually a joke or not.

A sadist, and one who does not hide such a fact. He simply adores any pain he can see others go through. Whether physically or otherwise. Though, his clique of sadism is that involving mind-games, the manipulation of other; to destroy them from within, rather than to brutally beat a lower sense of themselves in - but ween it through playing on their faults and own self-esteem.

History: ...

RP Sample:

Quote :

The man's head bobbed once, swiftly, as Seth'ryal made an inclination with his head, in the direction of the tower - which Rainak took to assume as an answer to his question. Turning on the spot, he went to take a step forwards, hands removing from the hilts of his blades and replacing themselves at his side. A curious, snow white eyebrow raised at the words that drifted from Altieran's mouth; head turning itself in almost a one-eighty degree motion to fix his stare onto the man.

"..." He... didn't say. The silence somewhat speaking for itself, however.

The usual, 'better' smirk that always curled his lips warped into a much more amused one at Altieran's wording of referring to Isaan as 'Sissy'. 'Brow still elevated upwards, his lips parted only slightly as if he were to retort, before Seth'ryal spoke up in reply. Lips still parted, they emitted out a low snicker, before his head slowly turned forwards once more; resuming his walking towards the given direction.

He was stopped short, however, by the body that crashed down from the uppermost window. Times like these his rapid eye movements did indeed come in handy, following the figure crashing down 'frame by frame' until his eventual connection with the ground and then the loud snap; causing Rainak's lips to curl slightly more, mouth parting slightly more to show a grin, one based off pure, base, sadistic pleasure. Keeping eyes locked on the dead figure for a while before eventually moving himself forwards again. Taking a long inhale in through his nose, cherishing the clean smell - though the previous stench of death didn't seem to bother him once more.

Letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure at the now clean air, he pushes his way past the ongoing crowd of Inquisitor's still, raising up his right arm and sending his palm crashing violently into the back of the head of one, whom didn't seem to understand the polite mannerisms of an, excuse me. Eventually passing the underlings, he made his way at the insides of the tower, proceeding his way up the - presumably - spiraled staircase; the previous offending right arm raising up, placing his hand to his upper back - at his right shoulder blade - his fingers curled inwards to begin to scratch, in a bored manner, as he made his way up the flights and through the already-cleared rooms.

Upon reaching Isaan's location, he stopped himself just inside of the doorway, hands going to his back again. Slouching once more, he tapped his fingers gently, repeatedly, and somewhat to a tune, onto the hilts of his daggers. His head leaned forwards, before pulling back up, in a short nod, offered in the direction of the duo. Stare fixing on the woman for a few seconds, before it flitted to Isaan, fixing itself onto the one location. His thin lips curled upwards, from their neutral location, to offer a sly smirk into the Grand Inquisitor's direction.

"You fucking suck," he spoke out in the most deadpan way he could, expression remaining at a total blank aside from the small smirk which was being offered to Isaan. "I'd have had this place cleared out, like," the thumb and middle finger of his right hand released the dagger hilt briefly to click together sharply, "that."