Timori Hatsugama

Timori – The Serpent of Waves
"Who was I again? I was... a Fox? What was my name?... Yurimaru?... No... I'm Timori now."

What happened?Timori is the new vessel of an ancient spirit who once lived as Yurimaru Stest, a fallen Kitsune who carried the weight of exile and tragedy for summers. His reincarnation is both rebirth and reckoning, a chance to shed the curses, doubts, and scars that chained him to the past.Where Yurimaru’s path was one of divine service and eventual disillusionment, Timori’s is one of self discovery. He is no longer chasing forgiveness from the heavens. He seeks instead to define what divinity means for himself, serpent coils and all.

Nicknames: Tim, Orochi, Snake, Serpent, Sinister Flood, Yuin
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He / Him / They / Them / It
Age: Reincarnated Vessel (1,029 Summers of Memory)
Species: Uwabami (Great Serpent Auspice)
Height: 8’5” (humanoid form)
Weight: 240lbs Ponze
Orientation: Gay (Homosexual)
Job: Healer • Courtesan • Spiritual ProtectorCapabilities
Strength & Durability: Empowered with Training, Chakra and Focus, his holds physical prowess beyond the average mortal.Regeneration: Accelerated healing via cellular repair. Minor wounds vanish within minutes and limbs regrow within in days.Water Mastery: Being one with the waves, his Aether is Aspected with the waters themselves. Alongside his talent for telepathy, of all Magicks, Water is the sole element he holds power and domain over. With it he is both Defensive and Combative, but what makes this is most powerful asset is that he can use its cleansing nature and vitalizing properties to heal nearly any injury of others.Beast Senses: Heightened hearing, smell, reflexes, and reactive perception under stress.Spiritual Senses: Aether Sight, Spiritual Sight, The 6th Sense, and Tremor Sense.Ageless Body: As Auspice, he is one of eternal life. Until one comes about to take his life, he will never age, nor perish by natural means.True Form: Revealing his true nature, he takes the form of a Colossal Lamia/Naga where his Physical Prowess and Aquatic Magicks are at their strongest.Personality Profile
Core Drives: Curiosity • Cunning • MischiefBehavior Pattern: Rhythmic, poetic speech, curious, sensual, and flirtatiously playful.Conflict Template: Fiercely protective of those under his care, his wrath is tidal, slow to rise, devastating when unleashed.Theme: Timori is a creature of duality, a being who remembers the fox he once was but refuses to be defined by him. His journey is not to reclaim Yurimaru’s lost divinity, but to grow beyond it, learning to wield his power without guilt or divine leash. Where Yurimaru carried penance like a chain, Timori wears his past like a crown of scales, gleaming in the moonlight.

Timori’s Logs

The First BreathI woke beneath the waves. The Ruby Sea cradled me like a mother I had never known. My lungs burned, my body thrashed, but I was not drowning.
I was breathing.When I surfaced, the stars felt too close. My tail coiled in the shallows, alien and perfect. My hands trembled as I looked at them, long fingers, pale and scaled, glinting like wet obsidian.Then came the memory. Not a flash, not a single moment, but a flood. Yurimaru. The Fox. The exile. His voice echoed in my skull, not as words, but as sorrow.I sank back into the water and wept. Not for him, not entirely. I wept because I was no longer him.The TempleThe other auspices found me first. I had no name yet, no purpose, only instinct. They led me to the Temple, spoke words of welcome, and told me what I already knew. I was one of them now.Uwabami. Serpent Auspice.
An immortal spirit, forged anew by the will of the Kami and the weight of my own aether.It should have been a celebration. But I could not shake the ghosts. I saw Yurimaru’s hands on my own, felt his claws where my fingers were. The fox had been clever, mischievous, dutiful. He had loved and been betrayed. And now I was left to decide what to do with all of that.The First Journey to KuganeThe first time I walked the streets of Kugane, I did not hide my tail. Let them stare. I was done with being small. Done with pretending to be harmless.I ate everything they put in front of me. Udon, takoyaki, grilled eel. I drank sake until the moon blurred. Laughed until my throat hurt.And for the first time, I felt like I was living for myself, not for a shrine, not for a patron deity, not for a god who would judge my worth.Indulgence and DutyMy life now is a balance. I serve the Temple when they call. I cleanse corruption from the waters when it rises. I heal those who wash upon the Ruby Sea half dead and gasping.But I also indulge. I take lovers when I please. I eat fine food. I drink deeply of the mortal world. If the gods wanted me to be pious, they should not have made me so hungry... and oh how I hunger.Where I Stand NowI am not Yurimaru. I am Timori.
I am the coil beneath the surface, the quiet before the flood.I am not afraid of the past. I wear it like a tattoo across my back, a reminder of what I’ve shed and what I refuse to become again.Let the waves rise. Let the storms come. I will meet them with a smile and a full belly.