Born in the city and raised by his mother alone in an old rundown building, Yokohs life was by no means an easy one. Never the less his slight and hand and keen senses made him a Prime student for questionable professions. Thous His trainging to begun but to what end does it bring?


His sword was like the wind striking from all sides at once.

His Eyes were a knife that could peirce the hardest stone.

His breath was the cold chil of death.

His name was fear and His skill a legend, Yukoh the bloodking, Yukoh windwalker, Yukoh the sword who cried red.