Select a [ dropdown option ] in the menu below!
MYO-1119: YOBA < The Final Projection >
Owned By: SPOOKYTOWN
Designed By: Farukon
Rarity: Uncommon
Subspecies: Standard (Common)

Gift Art: OK
Guardian Requests Okay: Not open for requests
MYO: Cannot be sold/ traded for other species
Traits:

[ Figments cannot be transferred ] 

ABOUT MYO-1119: YOBA
Reference Art


Character Sheet:

Name:
YOBA

Nightmare of:
Yoba is a nightmare created by astral projection. When a person astral projects; Yoba does his best to take the victims mind as far away from the body as possible posing as a light-hearted helpful guide. Yoba leads them to a dream-like world with no beginning nor end where they will become trapped. The body of the victim falling into an everlasting coma while their mind tries to find a way out of a new infinite world full of trepidation, dread, and horror.

Title:
The Final Projection

Pronouns:
He/They

Theme Song:
Green is the Color of Death - Akuma Kira

Personality Traits:
Manipulative, controlling, antisocial, sadistic, and narcissistic, Yoba moves through the world like a shadow that knows exactly where it wants to fall. His actions are driven by desire, hunger, and a cold instinct for advantage over others. Whatever he wants, he takes methodically, unapologetically, and without a concern in the world for the people he dissects and discards along the way. There is a particular delight he savors in the reactions he provokes. The tension that tightens someone’s jaw when they meet his gaze, the awkward silence that creeps into the room after he speaks, the anxious flicker in their eyes as they try to understand him. These small details (??) in others bring him a twisted satisfaction. To Yoba, discomfort is currency; fear is confirmation that he is in control. Remorse and empathy are emotions he recognizes only in theory. He has seen the way it shapes others, heard people speak of it, watched how they soften behaviour due to it, but he has never felt it himself. His own emotional world is stark and empty, stripped clean of warmth. What fills that void instead is a practiced ease with lying, a talent so deeply ingrained that deception feels as natural to him as breathing. Every word from him is a tool, a lure, or a blade. Yet beneath his composure lies a mystery he’s never been able to fully unravel (heh): himself. Yoba doesn’t truly understand the origins of his impulses, nor why his mind operates with such a ruthless detachment. There are moments; brief flashes, when he wonders what he is made of, why he lacks what others seem to possess so effortlessly. But he never lingers on these questions. Introspection is pointless to him unless it serves a purpose.

Alignment:
Neutral Evil

Relationships: