• Appearance: 
• Name: Hanako Yamamoto
• Title: Toire no Hanako
• Age: 15 at death, has existed for ~90 years
• Class/Species: Ghost/Rumor
• Abilities: Hanako has basic ghost abilities, such as intangibility, minor flight, precise kinetic manipulation, and the ability to become invisible. Some creatures, such as Hanako, become so ubiquitous that they gain more power based on the belief of Humans. Because Hanako is so widely known and associated with bathrooms, she has gained the ability to teleport instantly to any bathroom that she knows of. That same belief makes it impossible to exorcise her for good. As long as someone believes in Hanako, she must return.
• Personality: You’d think that Hanako was some sort of evil spirit because she’s bound to the earth through a seething hatred of Humanity, but she’s mellowed out a bit since her death. More than anything, Hanako likes having fun. She enjoys scaring people, though her reasons are more for amusement than anything malicious. When she isn’t spooking some middle school girls in the bathroom, she’s usually at her base playing games or watching videos on her phone. Even ghosts need to get with the times! She also has an interest in observing people, especially DHA members, because she inevitably ends up getting into scuffles with them when her pranks go too far. She’s capable of cruelty, especially if she’s being antagonized, but she generally avoids hurting anyone.
• Background: Those bitches locked me in the bathroom. Can you believe that? Just because I was popular with guys. It’s not like I wanted it anyways… they could take all the guys they wanted and I wouldn’t care. It was dad that pushed that stuff on me. I wonder how he felt when he heard the news? I went to my own funeral and watched them. Dad didn’t cry.
All of it was for nothing, is what I’m getting at. The cooking lessons, the knitting lessons, obsessing over my looks, insisting on a beneficial marriage… all of it useless. My entire life futile. My fate was sealed when a bunch of old farts decided something in a room halfway across the world. It had nothing to do with me, nothing to do with
them, and we were the ones that got shafted.
The last thing I really remember is the air raid sirens. After a life of submissive servitude, doing everything you were told because that’s how things had to be, being the perfect little princess… and then to come to an end in a middle school bathroom because some jealous bitches thought it was funny to lock you up? What a riot. Who
wouldn’t become a grudge-riddled earthbound spirit after something like that?
I’ve been playing this game for over 70 years. You’ve heard of me, right? Toire no Hanako… what a crappy title. Hah. Pardon the pun. It started out just me being angry and wanting people to suffer, and soon enough, I made a name for myself. The rumors became widespread in like… the ‘50s or something? I must’ve worked fast, because I had only just died in ’45. Yeah, I calmed down after that, and it became more about the art of the scare. It’s art, you know? You have to do it juuust right, and if you’re
really good, you can even get them to wet themselves. That’s the standard I hold myself to. Eh? Other Youkai? Who cares about them? Most are assholes. Very few of them have been Human before. They don’t understand people like I do. If they did, they’d find a different freaking snack.
• Inventory: Hanako makes her base in a dilapidated old bathroom in an abandoned old school building. She keeps all sorts of trinkets and odds and ends there.
Fish of Oblivion
Fetzen
The Otter
VitaVitaAR
HereComesTheSnow
Chronic
Izurich
Raineh Daze
Tim the Yeti
Noctis