Y U K I ~

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Name: Yuki
Nickname: Ki, “Hey, you!”, and some others. She prefers being called by her real name, though.

Age: Sixteen-years old

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Position: Neutral. She generally sticks to her own agenda and just does whatever her whimsical nature demands her to do, but she isn’t the type who stirs up trouble. However, she can be swayed to either side.

Powers:

Synthesis~

Enchanting~

Animation~

Speed and Accuracy~

Weapon: Named Sentinel, Yuki’s weapon is a lengthy sword that is strikingly similar to a katana—aside for the point that it actually isn’t one. Actually, even Yuki isn’t really aware of what type of sword Sentinel happens to be, in spite of the point she has had it for, give or take, three years.

To put things bluntly, Sentinel is a very curious weapon forged by moogles. Physically, it is a long, sleek sword that, while not particularly heavy, is especially sharp. Its hilt is an ominous obsidian color that glistens sinisterly in even the brightest of light, though the blade fades into a neutral silver color at the edge from which the blade extends. Situated at the sides of the hilt, however, are two elegant hand guards that are contorted into graceful shapes reminiscent of swirls.

All along these two hand guards, and even the hilt itself, are slight indents evocative of feathers. Inset within the center of the hilt is a glimmering, priceless gem—the type that the particularly greedy can only hunger for within the confines of their dreams. Typically, said gem is of numerous shades of purple and blue, each possessing their own share of surface area before gently melding with the other colors in a soft gradient of colors. At times, this peculiar gem changes into one solid color, but one can never be sure, for this seemingly restless object is constantly changing. Even when the typical gradient is apparent, the colors are always shifting, much like the clouds in the sky. It is in this aspect that Sentinel often captures the attention of more than several wandering pairs of eyes.

Protruding from the edge of the hilt is the blade itself—a truly remarkable, beautiful thing. Oddly enough, it appears to be made of shimmering glass—only, it isn’t. From afar, rippling highlights and shadows frequently dance across the surface of this blade. The blade itself, however, while seemingly made of glass, is in no way transparent. In fact, it is barely even semi-transparent. Nevertheless, it extends several feet, curving in a slight arc, and is not particularly wide. Color-wise, it starts out silver near the handle before gradually fading into black, soon dissolving into a small expanse of white near the tip. It is primarily lightweight but powerful, the two traits combining together for a devastating combo.

Picture:


Appearance: They say to look out for the unassuming ones.

…Whoever “they” are is probably right.

Every bit the unassuming innocent from afar, Yuki appears to be a quiet, harmless girl—someone perfectly cut out for the “damsel-in-distress” role, if you will—upon first glance. However, that’s first glance. And what one sees from afar. Up close, well… it’s completely different.

Standing at a short height of 5’4”, Yuki possesses a lithe build that emanates charm with ease. Those who have a glance to spare can notice that her especially slender form and defined calves reveal otherwise concealed speed, and those who do so aren’t wrong. In fact, Yuki is indeed a person who specializes in speed rather than power or strength—one who can be noted to strike with quantity rather than quality for the sake of speed. In other words, her strategy is more of a “strike-more-but-with-less-power” strategy than a “strike-less-but-with-more-power” one.

With Yuki, there certainly isn’t a lack in the look’s department. If she realizes it, however, she doesn’t make a point of flaunting it. Though she was all clumsy angles as a child, curves and poise have replaced the awkwardness and points of her youth. She has slender shoulders, a narrow waist, slim arms, exquisitely-formed hands, broad hips, and dainty feet, all of which seem to emphasize and accentuate her beauty. Much to her chagrin, however, with these traits comes the appearance of fragility. A heavy dose of it. While she isn’t one to stumble often, get hurt extremely easily, or look as if she is spun entirely of delicate glass, Yuki does have her periodical moments of awkwardness and lack of coordination. The point that her skin is a soft, creamy color that seems to denote fragility does little to change this ongoing plight.

Nevertheless, the most notable features Yuki has are her eyes, which are framed by long, thick eyelashes. In appearance, they are very much like a pair of gems—a pair of gems that are a cross between amethysts and sapphires, to be specific—ones that shine with a sense of unquenchable curiosity. While the predominant color of her eyes is royal purple, blue is also present, both noticeably and vaguely. For one, the blue has blended into the royal purple, making Yuki’s eyes a shade of royal purple-blue. There are also flecks of a deep blue color in her eyes that are more visible when one stands close-up. Accompanying these brilliant eyes are Yuki’s other facial features, namely slender eyebrows, a slim, delicate nose, high cheekbones, and soft, rosy lips, all of which are set within the contours of a heart-shaped face.

Framing Yuki’s face are long locks of auburn hair with a natural color akin to a mixture of rose and brown, though it is one without a true coined name. A soft layer of fringe adorns her forehead, splaying gracefully over her elegant eyebrows at areas, occasionally brushing lightly against her cheeks in the cases of longer strands. Her hair descends down the length of her back in a fall of silk, ending at around the vicinity of her calves, constantly billowing around her slim form in a fluttering cascade of auburn. Given its length and splendor, it’s no wonder Yuki is, suffice to say, a bit too overprotective of her hair. Many would do well to keep their hands off it—and to refrain from cutting off any fraction of it in combat, whether it’s during a mere friendly spar or a showdown to the death—because it would do them little good. If anything, damage sustained to her hair would only to serve to make Yuki more ruthless and unforgiving—and a tad pissed off, too.

Yuki typically dons sandals and a pink kimono (see Picture for visual details) adorned with faint white swirls and red fish (which appear to be leaves from afar) for designs from her old world. The kimono is tied closed with a long, red obi that is considerably lighter than the usual just underneath her breasts. Said obi is also tied in a bow at her back with dangling ends that nearly reach her knees. The kimono itself is fairly long in length, and nearly reaches Yuki’s ankles, whilst accentuating her gentle curves. The sleeves are noticeably long as well, though they remain lightweight so that they do not hinder movement during combat. In spite of the point the kimono, in and of itself, appears quite a bit formal and elegant, it is combat-friendly due to some “tweaking” done so it could be worn at nearly all times, making the material flexible and easy to move in.

To allow a greater amount of movement, the kimono is open from the mid-thigh-down. Thus, Yuki wears a pair of black shorts underneath. When she is stationary, the kimono flutters into a resting position, obscuring her legs from view, and appears as any regular kimono should. Yuki actually continues to wear the kimono more for sentimental value than anything else, really, particularly because it was given to her as a gift by her moogle “family.”

Personality: First glance shows Yuki to be a coldhearted, quiet girl who dislikes company. Second glance shows no difference. A more extensive personality analysis, however, reveals Yuki for who she truly is. And she certainly isn’t the unfeeling, coldhearted person some may perceive her as. In fact, she can be very much the opposite—as well as rather eccentric and… odd.

Yuki is very much an introvert who keeps to herself, making her a secretive person who tends to be the asker, not the askee—and so, when anyone’s questions stray too close for her liking, she will remain stubbornly silent about herself. However, contrary to the common misconception, being introverted and secretive doesn’t mean the same as being shy. She simply keeps to herself very often, shying away from crowds and large groups in favor of relaxing in more quiet areas, because she prefers to do other things. Calmer days will find her sitting under a tree, reading a book in silence. Rainier days may find her walking through empty streets by her lonesome rather than retreating to shelter, as her love for rain and overpowers her hate for getting soaked. On the other hand, when she has no choice but to stick around others, she will do so silently, occasionally adding her own tidbit to a conversation. In spite of her introversion, she is not incapable of striking up conversation with others. Deep down, she’s just a softie who enjoys interaction, so long as it isn’t composed completely of idiotic statements. That does not mean, however, that she isn’t aloof, cool-headed, and cold at times.

She is a mix of a logical analyst and a nonsensical dreamer, creating an odd and, at times, clashing combination. However, neither side truly wins over the other. In the midst of combat, her purple-blue eyes carry a calculating glint to them as they dance across her surroundings, shrewdly looking for openings in her foe’s defense and anything that’ll grant her the upper hand. Other times, creativity and abstract thinking (in other words, completely illogical thinking combined with intense randomness) take over, prompting her to say the most ridiculous, albeit amusing, things—“Impossible! How the heck could that girl’ve won the match in that condition!?” … “Uhh… I dunno. Because she was a duck?”—usually to sate her boredom. She can be rather philosophical and deep at times, as well as purposely ambiguous and cryptic, making her a rather enigmatic person enshrouded by mystery.

Sometimes, it appears that she is zoning out and daydreaming, but that is typically far from the case, as Yuki is never one to let her guard down, even if her dreamy side is demanding to be indulged. If she appears to be zoning out and daydreaming, her inner actress is coming into play—and it’s doing what it’s doing (namely making her appear to be completely out-of-it) for the sake of letting others underestimate her. With Yuki, there’s almost never a moment of weakness, as she absolutely detests vulnerability. In spite of the point she is so cautious, Yuki’s overwhelming sense of curiosity offsets her carefulness, tipping the scales a bit too much in her curiosity’s favor. Whenever her curiosity is piqued… well, whenever that happens, Yuki can be surprisingly reckless. Unfortunately, it turns out that said curiosity is very easily piqued.

Furthermore, Yuki loves nature and the outdoors, often going out of her way to be outside to appreciate wildlife. If she’s feeling particularly lazy—which can actually be rather often—she may lounge around outdoors, preferably in grass, taking in the fresh air and staring at the sky, counting clouds or trying to make shapes out of them.

Contrary to the popular belief, Yuki has a sense of humor. Particularly, she is equipped with dry humor, but that’s besides the point. In any case, Yuki does indeed have a sense of humor. She adores jokes, humor, comedy, and even pranks—granted that the aforementioned things aren’t circulating around her—and, at times, even finds enough mischievousness in her to pull off a prank herself.

All in all, Yuki isn’t a bad person at heart—just a bit more silent, aloof, and weird than most.

History/Background: Yuki was never one who knew her parents very well. The two were both blurred blots of something in her memory, two people she never truly knew because they were gone before she had the chance the truly know them. Thus, she became an orphan who knew only her name—one of the many who knew not of what occurred to their parents, but only that they were stuck by themselves and had to do something.

She was a child in Shiroi, another nameless world among the many that existed in the universe. Towns—large and small alike—dotted its lush, forested expanse, but she grew to know one the best—the one she was born in, the one she was stuck in for years: the largest city in Shiroi. It was a relatively happy, cheerful place adorned with a chipper atmosphere, but Yuki was an orphan. That factor offset the supposed happiness.

She lived along the streets, nothing more than another dirt-streaked face among the painfully large number of orphans that were there, but there was something different about her. She worked alone, and worked, at that. Unlike others, who banded together to steal what they needed to survive, Yuki picked up odd jobs to afford what she needed for survival, though that isn’t to say there weren’t others like her. In any case, trusting no one, Yuki lived in solitude, only interacting where it was necessary, earning herself a fairly reputable status for being one of the few orphans in the town that worked to afford things. People pitied her; that was for sure. It was a fact in her life, but one she ignored. Actions spoke more than words, and they spoke of how they wanted to help her when they never lifted a finger to do so. But Yuki was self-sufficient and independent—and she knew it.

Thus, her life moved along, with Yuki struggling to catch up to it. Time passed. However, one day, when she was searching for a job, Yuki came across a moogle for the first time—one of the many in the town. Fascinated by it, she followed it along in silence, trying to find out more about it. However, she was soon discovered by the moogle himself, who took pity on her and actually lifted a finger—or paw, to be literal—to help. He introduced himself as Mog, the owner of a highly regarded synthesis shop, and offered to take her in as an apprentice. Glad for the offer, Yuki accepted it easily, and thus became the moogle’s apprentice. In exchange for working for him, rather than being paid with money, she was supplied with room and board.

Over the years, Yuki befriended numerous moogles, namely those of Mog’s family. She was unofficially “adopted” into the moogle family, something she was only too glad for, and learned how to synthesize items. In her spare time, she read books (ones that were translated from the ancient moogle language to human language, of course) from Mog’s library. Overtime, she built up knowledge about many things, learning about animation and enchanting, two things she later employed in combat. However, despite her learning how to synthesize under Mog, she found that synthesis was not her passion. Focusing her attention on other things in her spare time, such as swordsmanship and martial arts, Yuki learned how to fight well, and began participating in the town tournaments (namely sword and martial arts duels) for extra change. In time, she started dominating the competitions, slowly becoming known as an exceptional martial artist and famous for her skill with swords in practical combat. All the while, she remained active in the synthesis shop, readily assisting Mog, but never conducting synthesis on her own or truly doing things wholeheartedly.

When she reached the age of thirteen, Yuki, still living with her moogle “family,” encountered Heartless for the first time. She found that her regular wooden sword did not so much as scratch the shadowy invaders. For protection, she was given “Sentinel,” a sword created through a collaboration by Mog and his fellow moogle family members. She later became a Heartless hunter after she dropped her apprenticeship with Mog’s consent, and was paid by the town council to keep Heartless from overrunning the town. Mog still provided her with room and board for her Heartless hunting, and she still visited Mog each day whenever possible. It was during this time that she grew curious about the world and universe, wondering what lay beyond the confines of the town she resided in. She yearned to know—and she wished for it.

But as they say, be careful what you wish for.

Two years later, one fateful night, a more powerful breed of Heartless made an appearance instead of the usual weak Shadows. To put things bluntly, they completely decimated the town—and then they proceeded to eat away at the heart of Shiroi after discovering the keyhole to the world. Yuki survived, miraculously, and winded up on another world, her wish granted in a most twisted way.

Role Playing Sample:

“My name is Yuki. Yu-ki.”

As adorable as it was, the moogle hovering before her was beginning to get on her nerves. Very. Much.

Petite wings fluttered repeatedly to keep the plump, albeit tiny, creature suspended in air. Its red pom-pom bounced with all the chipper cheerfulness of a puppy as it held out its stubby arms while it spoke, demanding her to hold it. It did all of this with a stare so cute it should have been downright illegal to look so huggable and adorable. Her inner fangirl squee-ed at the prospect of holding the adorable moogle—and then her resolve was no more. It crumbled before her, dissolving into pieces before her mind’s eye.

And so, she held out her arms, let the squeaking moogle attach itself to them, and she cradled it against her chest.

“Yu-kupo?” it inquired, squeaking happily as it was cuddled.

Yuki heaved a heavy sigh, blowing a lock of silken auburn hair out of her eyes the best she could. As she spoke, the irritation was clear in her tone. “No. Yu-ki. It’s Yu-ki. Not Yu-kupo or any other strange moogle name you decide to throw at me.”

“Yu-ki… po?”

Dropping the moogle in all her exasperation, Yuki breathed another loud sigh and rubbed her temples with a slender, pale finger. Gawd. The creature was so endearingly cute that she couldn’t find it in her to fault it for mangling her name. Ignoring its strident squeak of protest as it was dropped, she watched it with soft eyes as its wings caught onto the air before it struck the cement floor, beating themselves senseless to lift the moogle back up.

“…Fine. That’s right,” she muttered grudgingly. She had a feeling she’d regret her words, though.

Oddly enough, she didn’t, as the moogle breezed forward and latched onto her head with a happy chirp, yanking on her hair with its chubby paws.

That thing was too darned cute for her to protest against the harsh treatment against her hair, even though her inner narcissist bristled at what was happening to the auburn strands.

Questions? Nope. XD