Shiori Yokokawa

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Description

Nickname(s): Lady Yokokawa, Shiyo
Name significance/meaning: Lady Yokokawa is typically used to keep people at a distance. She carries herself as a noble, often mistaken for one, thus has taken to claiming to be one. Shiyo is something only her closest friends and allies can use.
Gender: Female
Age: Early Twenties in appearance
Birthday: 2nd sun of the 4th astral moon
Location: Usually found around Ul'DahLikes: Spicy foods, Storms, Flowers, Stars, Dancing
Dislikes: Heat, Small spaces, The darkSexuality: Bisexual(Male pref)

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Backstory (NSFW //TW)

"I'll start by telling you that I was not always the skilled murderer you see before you. Believe it or not, I was a young girl that believed in those fantasies. I was born into a happy family, at least I imagined it was this. My mother and father loved me dearly, I imagined this as well. Funny that those fantasies were what made me smile, and now are what provide the fuel for my hatred to burn. My father, the lecher, was rarely at home. Always hard at work I would imagine, though he hardly worked less you consider making many broken homes a job. If so, he was the best at what he did. Woman after woman laid in his bed, the very bed he swore his love of my mother on.My mother wasn't ever one to complain, but it could be seen on her face that she suffered at his hands. She'd hide her tears, refusing to allow me to see her cry. As I grew older, I learned of her feelings, and did what I could to comfort her. Even then, she wouldn't let me see her cry, though she was comfortable with me seeing her bleed. After another night of my father's work, my mother worked up the courage to confront him. It was possibly my doing, filling my mother with votes of confidence and praising the strength she displayed. My father of course shot her down, broke her courage and further shackled her to his side. If I praised my father for anything, his words were like a crippling venom given by a silver tongued snake. Things continued as before, although my mother was now even more reserved. His words drained her more than I realized at the time. When she could no longer cry, I saw her bleed.Yes, my mother took her own life right in front of me. He had her convinced it was her only way to escape him. He wasn't home at the time, likely out doing his job to the fullest of his capabilities. It was the last time I was happy. I was able to hide my mother's body from him and anyone else that would go looking. I told my father that she ran from him, and I was going to leave him as well. I wanted him to believe she was as strong as I believed she was. He believed me, and then prevented me from leaving as I planned to.You see, my father felt that he wasn't ever going to lose anyone. Not the woman he claimed as a wife, not the women he laid with over the years, and especially not his only daughter. Oddly enough, I'd like to believe I'm his only child, but I'd be foolish to truly think that. I can say that I stopped being his daughter and became his pet at that point. While still in my youth, my father took to raping me. I was placed in chains, forbidden to move more than a few feet, and fed only enough scraps that I'd be a good lay for him in my mother's absence. It was both my punishment for never telling him where my mother had gone, and his revenge against my mother. Many years I was abused, my body becoming nothing more than a plaything. Like all playthings though, eventually he tired of me and moved on.I now knew I had to survive on my own. Cold, hungry, alone in the wilderness in which he tossed me, I had to survive. The road to the nearest town felt like an endless march to salvation. Yet, there would be none at the end of the road. I had no money, no friends, nothing. I did the only thing I could think of doing in order to provide food and shelter for myself. I sold my body to men around the town. The abuse my father placed upon me was like training for serving the vile men who followed his path. However, it was all I could do to survive. In time I learned a great deal of skills from the men once they finished with my body. Many were very eager to trade teaching instead of money or food for my services.They hadn't known what I'd been learning for.The very first one felt amazing, I felt the rush of power and the sensation of finally having control again. I am of course talking about the first lecher I removed from the world. You should have seen the look in his eyes as he stared at me in disbelief. I was kind enough to give him his final relief before sending him to the afterlife. I am not so cruel as to kill a man before he finishes. There would be many others that joined him, and each new one felt as grand as the first. All of those that felt the pleasure of my body, gave me the pleasure of seeing their faces as they left our world. Yet there is still one that has eluded me to this day. My father, should you happen to see him, let him know that his daughter is well.And I am coming"

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Limits and OOC

When it comes to things that I'm willing to rp, there aren't too many limits that aren't expected. I don't do extreme ageplay nor do sexual scenes with minor characters. While I don't kinkshame, I expect to be respected in my desire to not rp certain things.Also, if you've gotten this far and are feeling particularly kind, I do enjoy getting nice gifts of gil or random things from the mogstation :pHard No: Vore, Scat, Minors
Yes: Femdom, Findom, Humilation, Public, Consensual non-consensual, Gangbang, Pet play
Discuss: Watersports, 24/7 Submission, D/lPotential Character Hooks:
Confrontation: Someone you knew was one of the early victims of Shiori. You've found out through lots of effort that she was last seen with them and have come to confront her.A Potential Partner: While she isn't attempting to be a courtesan herself, she understands that she can use her body to great effect. Just be careful that she doesn't deem you worthless and desires to end your life when finished.In Need of Succor: While she is rather new to it, she clearly has the armaments of a sage. If you are in dire need, you can request healing.

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As Limsa Lominsa was easily one of the more active ports in Eorzea, there was never a shortage of people moving about. Busy sailors, merchants, and adventurers moved quickly towards their destinations. Thus a person standing idle stood out among the usual populace. The person in question also seemed caught in their thoughts, mumbling things about a mission, noble, and the Bismarck. A foreigner, not that Shiori was native to Limsa herself.“Pardon,” Shiori called for their attention as the person stepped backwards, nearly colliding with her.The person, an apparently young miqo’te woman dressed in fancier armor and carrying an ornate shield, let out a shocked sound. Clearly she had been unaware of the world around her as she mused over the admittedly tasty tea at the Bismarck. She cleared her throat before offering an apology.“I failed to notice you,” her voice supporting the claim of her age.“No worries,” Shiori responded. When not dressed for the explicit purpose of drawing attention, she often could slip by unnoticed. It was a habit she likely never would break. In fact, she often employed the trained skill to great effect.Before she could continue on towards the fisherman’s guild, the woman continued. She introduced herself as a native of Sharlayan. It wasn’t a place Shiori was familiar with personally, but she had heard some of it in passing. A place of scholars and those who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge. People who would never cross paths with her in her chosen business.“Are you perchance well-traveled in Eorzea?” The woman, Lalah from her introduction, seemed hopeful for a positive response.“Lady Yokokawa,” Shiori introduced herself in kind. “I am. As well as assuming you are inquiring for a guide in these parts?”Lalah nodded and explained her reasoning. Helping a foreign power, or any governing power for that matter, wasn’t something Shiori ever cared to do. The less direct interaction with anyone of authority she had, the better. However, leaving any woman in need without it conflicted with her morals.“Stop,” Shiori held up her hand before Lalah could go into detail. “I don’t care to hear the specifics of your purpose in arriving here. You need a guide, I will act as such for the time being. As is customary around Eorzea, you are to pay for the services rendered by an adventurer. While I am under your employ, I will escort you to where you need be. When time comes I am no longer needed or you fail to uphold the financial responsibility, I will depart.”Lalah nodded again. While she appeared bothered by the bluntness of Shiori’s words, she understood the way of things. As she had said, she studied Eorzea to some degree before traveling. After Shiori denied taking the small amount of coin offered, claiming she had done nothing warranting it as of yet, Lalah asked to travel outside the city, to Idyllshire, a lengthy trip to say the least. Despite how capable Lalah appeared, Shiori felt it would be safer for her to have someone at her side. After making a call to defer the procurement of supplies to one of the staff, they were off.Seemingly unable to keep herself from speaking on her mission, Lalah spoke rather openly once the two were out of earshot of any potential eavesdroppers. Apparently, she was on the tail of some criminals, accomplices to a murderer. Although the murderer died due to some enhancements they’d received by forbidden means, the others were still very dangerous and hiding within Eorzea.They had also stolen valuable technology before fleeing. Shiori felt her eyes roll at the irony of helping find murderers and thieves.Lalah produced a reference to the stolen item, a soul crystal, from her satchel. All adventurers were aware of soul crystals, many having one or more to their name if the claims were to be believed. The crystal itself began to glow brightly, Lalah shouting in pain as it burned her hand. She stowed in her satchel again, waiting several moments for it to cool, before retrieving it again. As she mused on what could have caused such an intense reaction, Shiori eyed the crystal curiously.“Maybe it was… you?”“Me?” Shiori looked up to Lalah.Lalah explained the origin of the crystal, a healing institute in her home. It was odd that a murderer would steal something that was seemingly created to heal, but stranger things have happened all across Eorzea. As a person well aware of different alchemical concoctions, Shiori was also well aware of using things to harm that were predominately used to heal.“Tell me,” Lalah started in a serious tone. “Have you ever fervently wished to save someone?”Shiori arched an eyebrow.“But failed to do so despite your best efforts,” Lalah continued. “And afterwards cursed your own powerlessness?”Unknowing to Lalah, her question struck a chord. Shiori’s eyes now narrowed angrily at the miqo’te.“If this is some cruel joke, I don’t find the punchline funny in the slightest. What do you know of me?”“Forgive me if my question was indelicate. But there is no doubt: the soul crystal resonated with a desire with you.” Lalah further explained that she meant no harm in the prying. It was an instruction by those that had given her the crystal. “I was told to entrust it to whomever it responded to in such a way. That the knowledge it imparts - the knowledge of somanoutics - would surely avail me on my mission.”Somanoutics, as Lalah went on to explain, was a discipline combining medicine, aetherology, and sorcery. Those that mastered it were labeled Sage.“Knowledgeable in medicine I may be, though I have limited control of aether manipulation, and far less of sorcery if any at all. The crystal’s response is not to me.”“No,” Lalah shook her head. “It must have been you. I feel you likely have more talent than you know. You’ve never forgotten the person you wished to save. The crystal sees that. You surely lived your life onward that day holding the lives of others in your own hands. As a trained sage, you would have the ability to strengthen and heal. Yet by the same token, you would also be capable of the opposite. Of causing harm. Tell me, Lady Yokokawa, do you carry that burden?”Shiori remained silent, looking from Lalah down to the crystal. It was true that she held the lives of others in her hands. However, she was far more on the side of causing harm. She never considered herself a hero or anyone’s savior. She couldn’t save her mother, nor any of the women and children abused by wicked men the world over.“If you do, and would swear to use the art for good, then I shall entrust this soul crystal to you.”“As I said, it was not I your crystal responded to. I’d appreciate it if you refrained from speaking of your mission as well as that crystal during our travels.”That night, Shiori’s mind was filled with thoughts of their conversation. She was uncertain what bothered her more; the woman’s insistence of her being some Sage, or the truth in her assumption. She found eyes drawn to the satchel Lalah kept the crystal. With that power, could she have been able to help her mother? Would she have been able to stand up to her father earlier? Would she need to follow the path she was on? Did the crystal know she wanted revenge?“Lalah,” she called for the miqo’te’s attention.“Yes,” she replied as she turned to face Shiori.“What if you are wrong? What if I harbored ill intentions for my perceived future?”“Hmm,” Lalah mused to Shiori’s questions. “Chosen as you are by the crystal, I have faith you will wield its power to the best of your judgment and ability. Have you changed your decision?”Shiori took a deep breath, returning to her usual demeanor. “I’ve always used my best judgment and ability. It is how I’ve survived. If it is believed that the power should be mine, then I will take it and use it as my own.”“Excellent!” Lalah quickly pulled the crystal from her satchel, offering it out in an open palm to Shiori. “The crystal bears the wisdom of sages past - and their hopes for the future. By hearkening to their whispers and following in their footsteps you will come to embody those hopes. To save and change countless lives.”“We shall see,” Shiori said as she plucked the crystal from Lalah’s hand.“Together with the soul crystal, I shall provide you with a set of sage’s garments. I will also provide guidance - to an extent, in any case. While I wasn’t gifted in spellcraft and came to favor steel, I remember the lessons and will share what I know.”Two sides to every coin. Heal and harm. Hate and love. Pleasure and pain. Revenge and…