VERSES IN THE WIND
⟡ Míng (Civil name)
夜雨, Yè Yǔ, Evening Rain
⟡ Hào (Artist name)
游云, Yóu Yún, Drifting Cloud
⟡ Birthday
April 5th
⟡ Heart inclination
Polyamourous, bisexual
Her sharpest blade? Her tongue, quick to tease or mock everything and everyone. even quicker to get her into bad situations.
Used to get into troubles, she honed her escape skills. When it comes to fighting, Ye Yu resorts on tricks and concealed weapons: a dagger beneath her clothes, a sword in a hidden trapdoor built in her Guqin, another in her umbrella's guard, small blades in her fan...
Many cards in her sleeve to make her way to the closest exit... if she hasn't got herself into too big troubles! Fortunately, she can also count on friends and allies of the moment in her adventures.
A romantic at heart, she loves moving stories that fuel her inspiration. Poignant novels, tragic romances and inspiring wrondoers are her favorite genres.
She never travels without her painting kit, her loyal instruments -a Konghou and a Guqin- and her diary, in which she records all the wonders the world reveals to her.
Another passion? Food and sweets! A sweet-tooth, she melts for candied fruits and a sip of fresh Parting Tears, reminding her of the joyful Festival's nights.
Stories are not only found in books: They live and breathe in every passing soul.
Having known loss too deeply, she now walks the world with an open heart, attuned to fleeting lives and fragile bonds. A quiet guardian of fading names, she listens to the unheard, from forgotten villages to distant roads, carrying their dreams, their joys and their sorrows beyond the reach of time.
For she is a keeper of stories and the voice of lost memories.
Like an actress performing on the grand stage of life, Ye Yu assumes different roles and aliases depending on her intentions, adventures, and life stages.
Only the most observant of onlookers might notice the similarities between her various costumes and identities, or the personality and physical traits that emerge with each outfit. For the general public, she is just a fleeting encounter, unless she wants to be remembered... but under which name?
"Lost? How the Hell could I be?
If no trail I follow?
From all maps, I am free!
Isn't it more fun
To see where your feet
Take you for a run
After stealing a treat?"
"It's time for a purge!
Hand over your purse
Or my next verse
Will be 'Reaper's Dirge'!"
"Offer me some moonshine,
To hear notes of my strings.
For a cup of wine?
A love song I shall sing.
Invite me to dine,
With a Parting Tears sling,
And until Sun shines,
I might be your plaything."
"I'm not your usual girl,
Life with me will be a whirl,
Imperious, powerful and dizzy!
An experience to live, trust me!
It's not for the fainted heart!
We will explore worlds off chart,
During thousands sleepless nights
I shall keep your secrets tight,
From sweet love to hidden desires,
For some gold, my passion is for hire."