The man before you is tall, dark skinned, his expression is locked in an inquisitive stare. He wanders about the many islands, examining everything he sees as if it is his first time seeing it. Though he is moderately well dressed, he appears to not be at home in the attire, constantly picking at it and shifting about under the wardrobe. While he seems to put little time into maintaining his appearance, the opposite would be true of his hair which is always kept cleaned and free of mess or tangles.

Yanik lived a life far from civilization, much of his time was spent hiking, running and hunting, granting him a lean physique. Across his skin are numerous scars, some of them seem intentional, carving out symbols and decorative designs that have faded over with time or have been covered with other, newer scars.

The man's voice is a quiet rumble, each word spoken slowly, as if he is still new to the common tongue.
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