Name: Yukiko Matsuoka, often shortened to Yuki or Yu, and rarely to Kiko.
Age: 25
Race: Kitsune
Appearance:
Personality: Yukiko always does her best to be a font of optimism and cheer. No matter the circumstances, she’s the first to smile and the last to frown. She has a reputation for being able to bounce back from pretty severe emotional trauma. However, this isn’t entirely true. While it’s true that she doesn’t seem to be overly affected, she’s actually sensitive bordering on fragile, with a deeply-buried pool of despair.. She simply doesn’t show it. She’s a master at bottling up her emotions, so how she seems to feel and how she actually feels often have no relation whatsoever. Beneath her facade of bouncy happiness, she’s ready to cry with the slightest provocation.
History: A member of an ancient tribe of kitsune, Yuki lived the first several years of her life in relative seclusion. Even then, she was remarkably happy, though without the undercurrent of fragility and hopelessness. She spent a great deal of time in the form of a fox, revelling in the freedom it gave her to observe human beings unseen. As she observed them, she found them intriguing, and it led to her manifesting in a human form more often. Her tribe was encouraging and appreciative of this; it had been quite a long time since any members had felt a strong kinship with humans. Eventually, Yuki found herself living with humans nearly all the time. In doing so, the inevitable eventually happened: at sixteen years of age, she fell in love.
She and Kureno Nakajima, a fisherman from a nearby village, spent nearly all of their time together. After five years, they arranged to be married. She was as happy as she’d ever been in her life. On her twenty-third birthday, she began to walk towards him through a crowd of well-wishers, eyes fixed on him and the rings in his hands.
Then came the Anjou’s lieutenant.
In a blistering hail of fire, everything Yuki had lived for for the past decade and a half vanished in a blink. Her village, destroyed. Her friends, dead. And her groom, her husband-to-be, was rendered to a pile of ash for spreading sedition about Anjou. She turned into her true form of a four-tailed great fox, commanding her foxfire to emerge and leaping in a blur of bloody light for the lieutenant. He cared little; the gap in power between them was simply too much. In a blink, he flickered behind her, moving too quickly for the eye to follow, and stole a bangle containing an iridescent white gem, her hoshi no tama, the source of her power, from around her tail.
She immediately lost control of a great deal of her powers, leaving her trapped in the form of a human. Her only connection to her true form were the ears and tails, hallmarks of her people. Her command of foxfire was ruined, leaving her with only the faint seduction magic that she had never used. There, lying on the ground, her ceremonial kimono destroyed and her breaths coming in heaving gasps, the lieutenant kicked her over, forcing her to stare into his face. With a smirk, he whispered his name into her ear. Then she passed out.
When she awoke, she was still alone. Pulling herself together, she narrowed her eyes to the Anjou’s mountaintop home. She would make him pay.
Skills:
Acrobatic - Yuki is very flexible and athletic, which makes her very well-suited to infiltration and other such things.
Diplomatic - Yuki is excellent at talking to common people. While she’s too bubbly and optimistic to be much use in genuinely talking to figures of high authority, she demonstrates a remarkable ability to empathize with the working class.
Actress - As a side effect of being so good at hiding her emotions, Yuki can also fake emotions with relative ease. As such, she can very easily get close to people, or get people to drop their guards.
Powers:
Illusion - Yuki can make herself appear as an ordinary human, without the ears and tails. This takes up a surprisingly large amount of energy, however, so if she enters a combat scenario or other high-stress moment, the illusion dissipates and her true form is revealed.
Seduction - When it is called for (though she prefers to not use it), Yuki can use a combination of normal means and subtle magic to VERY quickly seduce someone of the opposite sex.
True Form, and Foxfire (SEALED) - Yuki, before her ill-fated wedding, had the ability to become either a normal fox, or her true form, a fox as large as a wolf and with four tails. She also has the ability to control Foxfire, a purplish flame that burns with intense heat, but convects very little heat, if any. However, her ability to do any of these is completely destroyed, severed away from the rest of her..
Equipment: Yuki refuses to wear armor. Instead, she wears a heavy ceremonial kimono with the obi undone, shoulders pulled slightly down her upper arms. When the situation calls for it, she can either remove it entirely to reveal a tight-fitting black dress, or pull it over her shoulders and tie the sash to fit into high-society events. She carries a set of six throwing knives in a small, unobtrusive belt worn beneath the kimono, and a pair of long, straight knives are strapped horizontally on her back, also beneath the kimono. She takes great pains to hide her weapons as best she can, because it gives her an edge in negotiations if she isn’t seen to be armed. However, she can unsheath them in a blink and use them to terrifying effect.
Anwen laughed lightly, completely unconcerned. "Oh, don't worry about it. Plenty of witches have peeked around my head before, you're hardly the first! Be careful, though," she waved a joking finger, "there's a lot of stuff packed in here! Don't get lost! But really, you're right! That's pretty much what I do!"
Returning to what was talked about before, she laughed again. "Depraved? Egotistical?" She parroted. "Oh come on, you're not that bad! You asked to come after and talk to me, nobody's ever done that since I started working here! At least, not that I can remember!" Her mind raced as much as it ever did, wondering what she should do to find out more about Alason. If I help him, he'll help me. Hmm, what do witches want? Witches want knowledge. He said he likes feeling smart, so he wants knowledge even more. Maybe if I tell him more about me, I can ask him more about himself!
She continued thinking, unaware that it had rapidly metamorphosed into thinking out loud. "What would be the best way to tell him more about me? Oh, I know! I could take him to my tree! That'll help him answer his questions, right? Right!" Her mumblings ceased, replaced with her leaning excitedly across the table, bringing her face uncomfortably close to his before resuming her usual speaking tone, albeit slightly louder and more excited: "Hey! You should come to my tree! I wanna show you it!"
Without looking to see whether or not he was behind her, she leapt up and ran off, making her way quickly through town. The entrance of the forest loomed before her, and so excited was she that she barely noticed the flyer caught in a few tree branches, seeming to flicker in and out of reality as though affected by an illusion. She poked the tree, taking the flyer from its outstretched branches as it leaned down to her. Her eyebrows went up as she read it:
The kids from Gringore are having a party tonight? Ooh! I want to go!
She made to dive into the forest before remembering that she was supposed to be guiding Alason to her home. Sitting at the base of the tree, she inhaled happily, content to wait for him.
It took Anwen a few moments to answer Alason's question, tapping her finger on the side of her head. After a little while of thought, she replaced her hand on the table and leaned forward, as she tended to do when engaged in a conversation.
"I'm a waitress because...well, it's fun! It's really easy and the people that run the tavern are really nice. I like doing something other than just sitting in a tree all day, y'know? That would just be boring!" Her face dropped its smile slightly. "Trust me, I would know." After a couple seconds, she perked up again. Humming softly, she considered the man across from her. Despite how much of a jerk he had been to her inside, he seemed like an alright guy. Maybe, she pondered, we really can be friends! Due to her history, she had always remained rather secluded, never bothering to come out of hiding for any reason other than to come to her job.
"And I mean," she added after a thought occurred to her, "money's really pretty!" Out of her pocket, she produced a large, heavy bag full of quarters. "It's fun to collect! Just because it's useless doesn't mean I don't like having it!" Truth be told, she found the monthly checks that she received unutterably boring and always exchanged them for coins at the soonest possible convenience. Sure, it usually took a couple of visits to do so, but she didn't mind. She never used them as money. She had no real practical use for them, so she usually just left the enormous bag of quarters one a bench somewhere for someone else to find.
"My turn to ask a question!" she laughed, clasping her hands together in front of her. "What do you do for fun?"
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Name: Sylph Nickname: Rarely called Syl Race: Pixie Age: 16 Gender: Male or Female, really just your sex. Female Appearance: Sylph looks almost exactly like she did in her previous life: mischievous face, long brown hair, dark-tanned skin. Her eyes are a typical hazel-brown. There are a few changes, however. The most noticeable is that she's about six inches tall. That is followed directly in magnitude by the wings that sprout from her shoulder blades, long enough to reach her ankles. They're an iridescent rainbow sheen, like dragonfly wings. Whenever they're open, little beads of green light flutter to the ground.
There are also a few more subtle changes. For example, her brown hair is shot through with streaks of green, and her eyes are, proportionally speaking, a bit larger. She's extremely slim, with no feminine curves even past the point where she should possess them.
Proportionality:
Weight: 4 lbs Height: .5 ft. Frame: Slender
_______________________ Personality:- Cheerful to a fault and oblivious to much of what's going on around her, Sylph exemplifies the moniker “ignorance is bliss.” She's practically always happy, and doesn't at all understand the world around her for what it is. For Sylph, everything is gumdrops and ice cream. Even during combat, she seems to not understand what's going on. Perhaps it's willingly staying behind reality, but it's just as likely that she simply isn't smart. Job: Mercenary Fighting Style: Sylph has a fighting style rooted in speed. She's small and evasive, so she darts in and out, whittling down her enemy's health until it can't stand up anymore. Weapons from strongest to weakest: Projected Light Rapier (A rapier with a frictionless, atom-thin blade made of hard light), steel dagger Gadgets: Leaf Totem - A small (5mm) silver leaf that can expand to form a full-body shield for up to thirty seconds before collapsing to recharge Armors/Outfits Sylph usually wears a tunic of pastel green fabric finer than any silk, with a brown leather belt and boots with gold buckles. When going into extended warfare, she wears a cuirass and shoulderplates formed of the same ultralight silvery metal that composes the Leaf Totem. Weight Class: Light Awakening: Luminar - Sylph’s Projected Light Rapier becomes an enormous two-handed claymore, making her strikes utterly devastating. Somehow the weight remains exactly the same, allowing her to swing this behemoth (to her) blade with impossible speed. Pros- Sylph is cheerful, always ready with a smile. She's very charismatic, avg people tend to open up to her. Cons- Sylph is...Well...kinda an idiot. She's not intelligent, and she's very naive. She has difficulty in taking hints. Racial Strengths- Very fast and dexterous, and can naturally fly. Racial Weaknesses- Extremely weak, so must rely on precision for damage, and very frail. One good hit and she's down for the count. Her wings are fragile and vulnerable. Background: Sylph was enrolled by her prestigious parents as a student at a combat training school. She never amounted to much, with subpar abilitiess and a knack for getting into trouble. One day, walking to class about an hour after it started, she found herself being pulled into an alley and beaten into unconsciousness.
She never woke up.
Until she became a pixie. Since then, she's been fluttering through life without a care.