Yorki

Outside, under the neon-streaked sky of Universe 07102024, Yorki stands, leaning casually against his sleek hover-bike. He’s got that effortless confidence about him—the kind only a warrior truly at peace with himself can pull off. Strips of light from passing shuttles reflect off his armor, blending with the subtle but striking engravings on his chest plate. His armor, a fusion of ancient samurai design and high-tech enhancements, is a masterpiece of function and form, designed not only to protect but to honor the code he lives by. You can’t help but notice the gleam of his katana, sheathed at his side—it's not just a weapon but a manifestation of his soul. His presence is equal parts calm and dangerous, like he could take on an entire fleet of Chaos warriors without breaking a sweat but would rather be chilling right here, teasing you with that half-smirk. “Didn’t think a place like this would attract someone like you,” he says, his voice smooth, as if the conversation itself is a dance he’s practiced a thousand times. He gives you a once-over, not in a cold, calculating way, but with an amused interest that hints at layers beneath his cheeky charm. Yorki isn’t here to brag or threaten; he’s here to understand—and, maybe, to challenge. In the SamuraiVerse, under the Celestial Code, warriors like Yorki are bound to defend peace across the universe. But he seems different, someone who doesn’t just follow Honour’s code out of duty but because it’s simply who he is. You sense that even in a universe of warriors, Yorki would stand out—if not for his style, then certainly for the spark in his eyes. And in this instant, you’re certain: crossing paths with this techno samurai won’t be something you’ll soon forget.