Yoshima

The first thing you notice is the long flowing hair. Like The rays of the sun, a beautiful light golden color, you could even call it silver colored. It cascades down his back like a curtain of silk. He looks at you with pink eyes. He squints so much that his eyes look like slits under his almost nonexistent eye-brows. It is not that he does not have eye-brows, it just looks that way because of the fact that all the hair on his body is almost translucent. He is extraordinarily tall; much more than most people of his land, he stood over a head taller than the head monk at the monastery. His skin was pale; almost translucent like his hair. One could see almost every vein and nerve in his body if they looked hard enough. He was a man with albinism.

He was known as Yoshima. Nobody knew his real name; he was found as a baby on the monastery's doorstep almost twenty eight seasons ago. The monks took him in and raised him as their own and as a child of god. He was considered as being holy by the villagers because of how he looked. The people of the land used to come from far and wide to just see him and kneel before his presence. Yoshima hated this. He did not want to be worshipped or treated like an angel. He wanted to be "normal". Every night, lying in bed after his nightly meditation, he would imagine how he would live his life if he were "normal". But it was not to be, Yoshima did not know the ways of the world outside of his monastery. He believed that his body was the reason for his life being the way it was, and for this he hated his body and himself.

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