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Ruka Ya'ir nee Tenbriss is a father figure, older brother, and Adept loyal to both Clans Arcona and Odan-Urr, studying the Dark Side of the Force and fighting for the Lotus Resistance as part of the Brotherhood. He is the apprentice of former Consul Satsi Tameike, master to many apprentices, and partner and husband to Corazon Ya-ir of the noble houses of the Sephi empire of the Kiast System, with whom he shares fatherhood of their children. Currently, he is the Proconsul of Clan Arcona.
Physical Description
Ruka is a broad-shouldered man of average height, his body lined in ropy muscle with ribs and hipbones jutting sharp under his tight skin. Formerly a back-alley fighter now trained among proud Jedi and Sith, his arms, chest, and shoulders are particularly well-defined, a chiseled upper body dropping to a narrow waist, spine straight and confident. Ruka's vibrant green skin and dark, malachite hair, nearly black in low light, make him a spot of color against almost any backdrop. His youthful face, curled in a shy grin as often as a grumpy scowl, is set with eyes even brighter in hue, their royal violet shade sparkling with hints of paradise blue underneath thick, squared brows, the left of which is broken by a faint scar glancing from cheekbone to forehead and just missing his sharp nose. Ruka's long, thick hair, falling below his waist when free, is bundled in dreadlocks and kept held loosely back from his face.
Much of Ruka's body, particularly his left side and particularly his face and skull, are covered in deep shrapnel scars from a grenade. The thin and thick lines spray in pale, minty white slashes over his features, disrupting his lips and brow and cutting grooves into his cheeks, jaw, and neck, a large starburst dominating his rigid abdomen and sharp lines slicing over his left arm and left hand where the limb and several digits had to be reattached; his left ear is gone, only a ragged edge remaining. Two additional scars on his torso include a jagged, straight line across his abdomen, running horizontally from hip to hip and disappearing into the older starburst, and a spider-webbing reddish burn scar on his left pectoral, darkest right over his heart, from a lightning strike. His right arm and left leg have ribbon-like slashes curling around them left by bestial claws, while barely-there, straight surgical scars run up his lower legs from where crushed bones were reset. Several piercings decorate what they still can of his ears, notably the black gauge in the lobe and hoops in the shell, in addition to piercings in his tongue and chest, and his nails are naturally black in color in hands that are covered in rough callouses and small worker's scars.
Most notable of the Mirialan's appearance, however, are his geometric tattoos classic to his people. Ruka has several more than just the typical facial tattoos, with patterns also wrapping around his wrists and ankles and over the backs of his hands and up his forearms in sleeves. The man's black-ink markings predominantly consist of triangles and small squares, sweeping under his eyes and marching up along his jaw from his chin. Additionally, a pair of solid black ink wings stretch across his entire back, his largest tattoo, the feathers sweeping wide in simple shapes that make up a coherent angelic pattern. Ruka's facial markings were also expanded after marrying into his husband's noble family, the dots and curves of House Ya-ir over his brow and framing his eyes. The second largest of his tattoos is an enormous, bold black flower emblazoned across his right bicep for anyone to see, the Lotus symbol shouting proudly. Lastly, a simple dagger shape, its hilt a sun rising of dunes, the symbol of the Zabraki Tribe Lod, sits directly over his sternum, tip pointing down between pectorals and terminating at the hollow of his ribcage.
These obvious and, to some, exotic designs compliment his first generation accent, not so thick in his mouth that his tongue can't fall flat enough to form Basic, but still very much there, richly spicing every word.
Biographical History
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Relationships
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