You find yourself wondering around the base of Terror Mountain. The day had broken cold and grey, and the gloom persisted into the evening. The main hiking trail in which you were traveling lead you further up the mountain, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. The sights may have been beautiful to some, but it always appeared to be a cold and hostile place, no matter the season.

Up ahead in the distance, a lupe was sitting silently in the snow. If you hadn't known any better, the lupe seemed restless; his tail was wagging nervously behind him and his eyes were fixated on the sky. He didn't seem to notice you at first, but as you continued up the path, the lupe turned towards you. His eyes sharp and inquisitive, and yet calm, pertaining a mature expression far beyond his years.

Hello ... It's not often I get visitors, he welcomed softly. His eyes smiled. My name is Yinnyang. Please, stay awhile if you can. I would love to have some company -- You decide to have a sit down with this lupe as he encouraged you to approach. While his appearance was somewhat startling, he was open and friendly; very eager to converse.

Profile: I'm a pretty average guy . . . Yinn is generally easy-going in his outlook. He's one of the few personalities who manages to keep all four paws on the ground and his head together at the same time. Nothing that enters his mind gets out the other side without being carefully recorded. Yinn likes to know things. Yinn wants to keep everything. The combination results in a redoubtably saavy character who, although he may seem eccentric and just a smidgen too easy-going, is really keeping score while you're watching the grass grow.

You could say, all in all, that Yinn is a very serious person. There may be something lighthearted in his manner, a certain jauntiness in his walk, but don't be fooled. Yinn never really lets down his guard. He's wily and he's wary. He doesn't like to be the center of attention, yet he gets a kick out of watching others without feeling threatened.

He tends to excessive individuality -- largely because he feels lost. His obsessiveness can be unnerving. Again, he's a little on the odd side. People like Yinnyang are the kind who prefer some cheap but exotic tea drink from Lisbon, where they were once stranded overnight, to the best champagne money can buy. He may show up at your house for lunch with a quart of ice cream, which he will insist on eating instead of your soup and salad.

Physique: Yinn maintains a healthy weight, but he's rather large for both a hound and a wolf. Although he might not look it, Yinn is very strong. After years of living in the mountains, Yinn has developed considerable endurance. Most of his strength comes from his long, muscular legs, granting him great speed and stamina. He can outrun many other lupes. From what can be seen, his coat is pure white; thick and mildly long -- especially around his ankles. No one's sure what Yinnyang truly looks like because he dons a heavy, black skull over his face. He never takes it off, even as he sleeps.

In anthro form, Yinnyang is equally tall, standing at 6'2", but to Yinn, it was a burden. There are not many people who are above six feet like he is. Because of this, he has a bad habit of leaning forward. Although he's pretty muscular, he's not what you'd call an imposing character. In terms of fashion, Yinn's certainly not part of the dandy circle. His closet certainly fit his social class, as it mostly consisted of dirtied white shirts that were often beneath his many winter coats. Each of his coats shares a similar shade of light brown or black. While Yinn did choose his clothing for easier mobility and to save him some currency, he certainly did not skimp out on his shoes, as they were high quality go-hills boots. While his cotton low collared shirts can be stained with materials he experimented within his home, his shoes were always kept clean.

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Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose, but what if you wake up at a different time, in a different place; could you wake up the same person? Yinn has been trying to answer this question for all his life, but he has a hard time remembering his past. He only has impressions -- feelings of where he came from -- vague memories constantly bubbling and conflicting and colliding into one another. His story is a long and arduous one, but it started much like any other's.

Yinnyang was his mother's mirror, and his father's pride. 'Born a chilly March morning in the sleepy city of [insert city here, mwahaha]. Things were pretty standard for him at birth; family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either. His status would ensure many things. He was going to have an excellent education, a comfortable life, and perhaps the best gifts on Christmas Morning. He had an older brother named [bobby], who was a very confident, athletic character. Although they were totally different, Yinn idolized [bobby] and developed a strong attachment to him. As [bobby] grew older, he became more detached from his younger brother. He obviously wasn't keen on his geeky little brother following him around all day, but Yinn was determined to earn his respect.

It happened on a December day when [bobby] and Yinn were playing with the neighborhood kids. In a last-minute attempt to ditch him, [bobby] ran ahead. Yinn tailed him. He ran fast, but [bobby] was running faster still. Only, he was too distracted to realize where the ground ended and where the frozen lake began. Before he realized it, it happened. It was Yinn's own fault or, rather, his mistake, and by the time he felt the ice give under his feet, it was too late. Before Yinnyang knew it, he was in the water, and he was sinking. He let out a cry in surprise before he'd fallen in, but it was cut short as his wet fur dragged him down. Frantically, he swam, but he was growing tired fast. The cold paralyzed him, and he began feel heavy . . .

Yinn's breathing was rapid and shallow, but it was there.

The frozen moisture of his breathing had settled onto his fur in a fine powder of frost; especially around his jowls, his muzzle, and his eyelashes, which were whitened by its crystalled breath. He didn't feel ... cold, exactly. Once in a while, the thought reiterated itself that it was very chilly, but he didn't feel cold. In fact, he convinced himself that it was very warm ... hot even. It was around that time Yinn felt a pair of hands grab hold and pull. Then he felt solid ground again. Did he always feel this heavy?

When he came to, the lupe realized ...

I'm almost done writing this story, keep yer pants on! I just need to be able to finish this space, and all I have to write about is what happened to Yinn after he fell and how he ended up in the mountains. Not to spoil anything, but Yinn went up there on his own accord. It's a long story. A long story I shall make short; as in, 300-600 words short. I'm just too bored and tired with his page to continue right now. That's all. I'm almost done writing this story, keep yer pants on! I just need to be able to finish this space, and all I have to write about is what happened to Yinn after he fell and how he ended up in the mountains. Not to spoil anything, but Yinn went up there on his own accord. It's a long story. A long story I shall make short; as in, 300-600 words short. I'm just too bored and tired with his page to continue right now. That's all. I'm almost done writing this story, keep yer pants on! I just need to be able to finish this space, and all I have to write about is what happened to Yinn after he fell and how he ended up in the mountains. Not to spoil anything, but Yinn went up there on his own accord. It's a long story. A long story I shall make short; as in, 300-600 words short. I'm just too bored and tired with his page to continue right now. That's all. I'm almost done writing this story, keep yer pants on! I just need to be able to finish this space, and all I have to write about is what happened to Yinn after he fell and how he ended up in the mountains.

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After a childhood accident, Yinn suffered extensive brain damage. It took weeks for him to heal, but even afterwards, his doctors were baffled by his condition. The scar tissue that developed from his injury complicated with the healing process. To bypass the wound, Yinnyang's brain rewired itself around the damage and tapped into a region of the brain that normal people cannot reach. It is an unknown, ancient part of the brain that handles sensory perception -- known to others as the sixth sense. By touching various people or objects, Yinn can touch into lives. He has the power to see the past, the future, and the terrible fates of men. It doesn't always trigger a reaction, but when it does, he sees things -- often times they are blurred, unclear, and difficult to analyze, but it is still an invaluable talent. Because Yinn doesn't remember how to control this power, often times he doesn't get a vision, or if he does, they're overwhelming. He can't control what he sees, and is at the mercy of its terrible visions and predictions.

Yinn's forgetfulness and amnesia could be blamed on his power. It's gotten to an extend where Yinn has confused the past to the future and the present to either of the two. He stays in Terror Mountain to avoid contact with the outside world, but perhaps he can harness his talents and perform something truly remarkable ...

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It happened by total chance. I met Zaseri one day in the mountains. Yeah, she doesn't look much like a climber. But you see, Zas' an artist. She ventured up the mountains in order to draw inspiration for her artwork, but again, she's not an experienced adventurer. She ignored all the facts that indicated her danger -- she underestimates the cold, and she traveled alone on a deserted trail. When I found Zaseri, she was wet and unconscious by a frozen lake bed. I decided to take her in. Thankfully, she wasn't seriously hurt, but as soon as she got better, a blizzard set in! Talk about rotten luck ... Well, actually, I didn't care. I didn't mind her company at all. In fact, I'm glad that she got hurt. We wouldn't've met otherwise, right? I like her a lot. She's my best and only true friend right now.

We got to know each other really well that night the blizzard hit. Really ... really well. Hehe. She spoke with me about her life in the city. Las Vegas. The word just tickles my tongue! La-a-as Veg-a-a-s. She's offered to take me site-seeing, but I'm not so sure about leaving just yet. We are planning something, though! I'm looking forward to the arrangement.

I've only knownAkira for a short time, but I guess she's my friend. Like me, she lives in the mountains; in fact, she lives a walking distance from me. But when we first met, I don't think she particularly cared for it. Instead, she began to interrogate me and ask prodding, unnecessary questions. Obscure questions. Questions about my history, my purpose in life. It was very odd. Don't get me wrong; Akira is a spirited, independent, and well-meaning person, but she is also shallow, ignorant, and . . . as she puts it . . . very, very haughty; almost laughably so. I laugh at it now, but at the time, I was very frustrated and offended by her attitude.

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