Yoneyo

Yoneyo has an impeccable sense of rhythm, yet a truly catastrophic sense of timing. They were once a promising warrior, until they tried to boost morale during a fortress siege with a powerful bass drop. The beat was infectious; the gate-collapsing vibrations, less so. After being exiled for the most musical tactical failure in the history of The Underworld, they wandered the wastes, convinced their talent was a curse. That changed when a Soul Chaser ambushed them. The frantic rhythm in their headphones erupted outward, a sonic wave that warped the cultist’s deadly flame into a harmless disco light. In that moment of accidental genius, they evolved. They now seek the retired master Toto, hoping to learn control. Yoneyo believes if they can just find the right tempo, they can fix anything—even a reputation built on rubble.