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: Any
Age: Reincarnated Vessel (1,030 Summers of Memory)
Species: Uwabami (formerly) / Suijin Dragon
Height: 8’5” (humanoid form)
Weight: 240lbs Ponze
Orientation: Gay (Homosexual)
Occupation: Healer • Artifact Dealer • Spiritual Guardian
Home: The Ruby Sea's DepthsLanguages:
Doman (Primary Language - Both Spoken and Witten)
Can Speak Most Other Languages. Cannot Read anything other than Alphabet from Doma and Hingashi.Capabilities
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.Purification & Purge: Born with a gift, his most powerful talent is to Cleans, Purify, and Purge. With a touch, water is purged of all germs, poison and filth, but this extends beyond water. Purifying ones Aether is also possible, purging dark from light and vice versa. This allows him to sperate any aspect, quality, or property from any energy, source, or liquid, even the Soul.Water Mastery: Being one with the waves, his Aether is Aspected with the waters themselves. Alongside his spiritual talent for telepathy, Water is the sole element he holds power and domain over. With it he is both Defensive and Combative, but what makes this his 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, and reactive perception under stress.Spiritual Senses: Aether Sight, Spiritual Sight, Sensing Aether, 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 Draconic type 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.Spiritual BeliefThe Flow: A belief made up entirely by Timori himself. The belief that all things flow like water in the ocean. No matter how dangerous, no matter how unstable. No matter the unpredictability, it is all apart of "The Flow." Everything in life has a place, be we accept that place or not. The food, the bad, the strong and the weak as well as the Pain and Healing of all things. It is all apart of the Flow, much like the still calm and the chaotic storms the Sea also experiences. But if something disrupts the flow, then it must be.... Removed....

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.New Life Comes New SurprisesThe tides remember every name. When I reached out across the currents to those who once called me brother, friend, lover, guardian, the water carried back many voices… and many silences.The first was His.
My Giant Spider Lily.I found him not through scent or sight, but through the faint pulse left in the aether where his presence once bloomed around me. When his voice finally met mine, it carried the softness of petals that had already fallen. He had moved on. He had lived, healed, grown, and stepped into a life where my absence no longer ached.My heart cracked, but it did not break open into sorrow as Yurimaru once would have done. He once belonged to the Fox after all... not the serpent. It opened into acceptance. Into something quieter, heavier, and strangely warm. I wished him well, wished him radiant, wished him whole. Then I let him drift from my coils like a lantern released into night.Others answered the call more eagerly.
The Tanuki I once drank the world dry with. One I called Sister.
The half breed Xaela who taught me to have a watchful eye of what lays within.
The Raen whose hands once helped me heal in mind and soul. Another I called Sister.They welcomed me back knowing soon the details of my death and my rebirth. They were far from happy to hear them, but they accepted me none the less. Their laughter was familiar. Their touch was grounding. It stitched me into this new life with threads that no longer carried guilt.And then came the new faces.
The Keeper of the Sun with hair like an inferno and a grin sharpened by criminal enterprise. A smuggler, an artifact hunter, a negotiator of shadows and favors. Dangerous, clever, hungry for the world. I liked him immediately.His shadow, however, unsettles the waters.A Voidsent, once an Elezen woman, still clinging to sanity like a pearl in the dark. She follows him like a ghost tied to its lantern. I watch her carefully. My instincts whisper caution even while my curiosity urges me closer.Two more Keepers orbit him, each a different wavelength of the same sun. One dark haired with quiet eyes, the other pink haired and bright as dawn. Their presence shifts the air in subtle ways, like ripples against the hull of a ship. I find myself studying them, learning them, letting their existence add new textures to my world.Every day I pick up knowledge that Yurimaru never had the chance to touch. Contracts, smuggling routes, ancient relics traded for favors. The undercurrent of a city’s true life. It is all new water, and I drink deeply.When the Tanuki suggested I retrieve the power Yurimaru once held, which was sealed away, the idea hit me like a turning tide. I followed the thread of that old, forgotten strength deep into myself. I pulled. The world shifted.The dice fell in my favor.My aether uncoiled. My form changed. The sea hummed in recognition. I rose beyond the limits of an Uwabami and stepped into the mantle of a Suijin Dragon, clothed in my own light of divinity. It was not borrowed. It was not inherited. It was mine.But ascension has its cost.My presence disrupts the flow of aether around mortals now. The currents bend toward me whether I will it or not. It is difficult for them to breathe near me. Difficult for me to shrink myself small enough to remain harmless. Divinity is not a garment I can take off when I visit the market.So I built a domain for myself at the bottom of the Ruby Sea, a palace of pressure and stillness where mortal lungs cannot follow. It is quiet, vast, and wholly mine. Here the water knows me. Here my power settles into the stones without shaking the world apart.When I wish to walk among the living, I do so through avatars shaped from water and intention. They wear my face, my voice, my scent, but they weigh nothing. They leave no divine wake in their passing. They let me laugh with friends, spar with old rivals, bargain with smugglers, and flirt with the curious without bending reality around my presence.I am Timori.
I am the tide given thought.
I am the serpent who shed the fox’s sorrow and rose wearing scales of my own making.And the world has only begun to feel the waves I intend to send through it.