KOYUUKI FUYUKO
Yuuki Fuyuko – (Child of tender hope and winter)
Yuuki Fuyuko – (Child of tender hope and winter)
◤ THIS IS ME::
Age:
12
Birth date:
March 12
Birthplace:
Yukigakure
Gender:
Female
Height:
4’04”, 52 in, 132 cm
Weight:
67 lbs, 30.4 kg
◤ THIS IS HOW I LOOK::
MY BUILD::
Yuuki has never been very tall, but never too short either. At twelve years old, she stands about four-foot-four. She is at the age where her arms and legs are long, making her slightly awkward before the sudden jump into puberty that’s bound to come soon. She has average sized hands and feet, and long slender fingers tipped with well sharpened claws. Her lanky arms and legs are sinewy and well muscled, and her torso is thin with virtually no bust, as she has not quite hit puberty yet.
MY COMPLEXION::
She refuses to believe so, but Yuuki has the soft complexion of her mother, despite the past few rough years. Her face still has some of the roundness of a child, but as it fades, sharper features and high cheekbones are revealed. From a side view, a small, slightly up-turned nose curves into pink lips that are neither too thin nor too full. Two rows of brilliant white teeth are revealed when she smiled, which rarely happens, along with canines that are larger than those of a normal person. Her skin is fair, pale because of where she is from. She has several scars on her arms and torso from the shipwreck. The only other marks are two rust-orange curling stripes on either of her cheeks, a symbol of her family.
MY HAIR::
Yuuki’s hair is like her father’s, dark brown, almost black, and thick. It is naturally straight and somewhat wild. It falls to a little past her shoulders. She rarely does anything with it; it’s usually just worn down and often hidden by a hat. Occasionally, she will put it up, but this is a rarity.
MY EYES::
Yuuki has strange eyes. They are large and almond shaped, tilted slightly inward. But most striking is their color. They seem dark normally, but when sunlight hits them, they flare a brilliant orange, revealing slitted, cat-like pupils. She has long, dark eyelashes and high arched, thin eyebrows that are the same color as her hair. Her eyes often give away emotions she doesn’t normally show.
MY STYLE::
She wears pretty much anything she can afford. She prefers dark blues, reds, and grays or bright oranges and greens. However, her style varies greatly, depending on her mood. It ranges from rather lazy and not very attractive to very stylish. But she does her best to cover up her scars, as she wants to pretend her past never happened. Along with that, she loves hats and is almost always wearing one.
◤ THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME WHO I AM::
I AM THE UNTAMED SPIRIT::
...spontaneous…creative…courageous…
Yuuki has a tremendous spirit and a desire to explore as many aspects of life as she can in order to gain knowledge and test herself in increasingly demanding challenges and adventures. Others may fear for her safety or warn her to be more responsible but it is impossible for this untamed spirit to listen, let alone heed this advice.
Although she thrives on competition, Yuuki is not generally motivated by a need to score points over others. The motivation is to challenge herself and see how far she can go with her own natural abilities. In a work life, she would be the type who would think nothing of leaving a secure job to start a new venture; in her personal life she is attracted to people with an air of danger about them. Often her exploits will land her in big trouble, but she will usually have considered the risks beforehand so that she knows what she is letting herself in for. Because she is so courageous, she tends to be resilient enough to withstand any setbacks, learn from her mistakes and bounce back even stronger.
The danger for Yuuki is a lack of direction; she needs to settle on a course that is worthy of her courage and resilience. Since she is multi-talented it is hard for her to find focus but it is important for her to specialize in a particular field if she is to come into her own. Throughout her life there has been and will be an emphasis on change and new ventures. Perhaps someday she will slow down, feeling a greater need for stability and security.
A strong believer in an afterlife and fate, Yuuki has a profoundly intuitive and reflective side which she would do well to cultivate. Whatever they end up doing, one thing is sure: wherever this creative and courageous spirit is to be found, there will always be an element of danger, controversy and excitement swirling about her.
…impulsive…irresponsible…insecure…
I AM THE DIGNIFIED ONE::
…loyal…dignified…influential…
Yuuki is powerful, strong, dependable, and influential. She stands firm in her beliefs, possessing boundless energy and conviction. Often taking lead in conversations or projects, she likes to think of herself as confident and dignified; this is exactly how she comes across to others.
In some ways similar to a comic-book superhero, Yuuki is bold, hardworking and dignified, and also likes to defend the underdog. Sometimes, though, her views are so lofty and her standards so high that she sets herself up for frustration and disappointment. This can manifest itself in sudden and unexpected outbursts of temper or, even worse, disdain.
The respect of others is extremely important for Yuuki and she takes great care how she presents herself to others. She is particularly vulnerable to attacks on her dignity or performance but, because she is so well prepared, these rarely occur. Generally, she has an extremely positive effect on others, her main problem being recognition of her own and others’ limits. She needs to be careful that she does not become extreme or fanatical.
Despite the seriousness of her ideals, Yuuki understands the importance of relaxation, and this helps her avoid becoming obsessive. She even has a slightly mischievous streak and she should never seek to repress that positive energy. This is because when she is able to become more spontaneous in her words and deeds, she has the potential to earn both the respect of others, and their loyalty, admiration, and affection.
…proud…unrealistic…uncontrolled…
Nindo:
"It’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.”
Village:
Kirigakure
Rank:
Genin
Class:
Tamer
◤ THIS IS HOW I FIGHT
Bloodline / Clan:
Katei no Neko
Chakra Pool:
175
Chakra Color:
Maroon
Chakra Elements:
Katon
Fuuton
Strengths:
• Team fighting
• Close combat
• Agility and endurance
Weaknesses:
• Not a very high defense
• Easy to push into a rage
Fears:
• Water
• Death
• Confinement
Attributes:
• Strong legs and flexible joints for speed
• High intelligence for quick tactics
Class Attribute:
• Runt's Instincts: Senses slightly increased
• Close Knit: Able to understand and give signals to partner
◤ THIS IS WHAT I FIGHT WITH
TSUME
Weapon Type:
Gauntlet with retractable claws, made by Yuuki.
Weapon Range:
Extends about three inches past the end of her hands; close range.
Weapon Weight:
Made from scrapped metal, but with four blades on each hand, they weigh about 2 lbs each.
Weapon Properties:
Not very durable because it’s handmade and a basic design, and rather breakable, but very sharp and can both stab and slice. They can also just be used as gauntlets. A lever beneath a bit of metal in the palm can be flipped to release the blades from their sheaths.
Headband Location | Color
The location varies depending on what she’s wearing, but the fabric is black.
Flack Jacket Style | Color
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Backpack Style | Color
When she carries one, it is usually a simple string bag, black in color, and of a medium size
Accessory Clothing | Color
She wears various hats, and is almost always wearing one.
Pacts:
• None yet
Completed Missions:
D Rank :: 0 {All Start At Zero}
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0
◤ THESE ARE THE SKILLS I HAVE::
Ninjutsu
Non-Elemental
• Henge no Jutsu [Transformation Technique]
• Kawarimi no Jutsu [Substitution Technique]
• Bushin no Jutsu [Clone Technique]
• Suimen Hokou no Waza [Act of Water Surface Walking]
• Kinobori no Waza [Act of Tree Climbing]
• Kai [Release]
Katon
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Fuuton
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Bloodline
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Taijutsu
{Style Name Here}
• Stage Progress / Technique Name Here
◤ THIS IS WHERE I CAME FROM::
HOW I CAME TO BE::
I don’t remember much of my parents, so I couldn’t tell you much about them. The memories of them are a haze when I go that far back, so I can assume it’s been just me and Eri, my familiar, for a long time. I do remember that they were both part of the Katei no Neko clan, a clan of cat worshipers whose strong-hearted members were often rewarded with a feline partner. Of my parents, only my father had a familiar, a beautiful snow leopard with the softest fur I can ever remember feeling.
My parents lived in Yukigakure their whole lives, where the clan originated. They lived through the harsh winters that I always hated, knowing that spring’s rewards were the most beautiful of wildflowers. It was in such a spring that they met.
I also remember my father being tall and dark-haired, not overly handsome, but well respected as a shinobi. My mother was described as warm and kind as the spring and as pale and beautiful as the winter snow. Many often said that I had my mother’s complexion, though I never believed them, and my father’s will and dark hair.
But that’s all I remember about them.
HOW I GOT TO WHERE I AM::
Just as my parents were born there, I, too, was born in ever-cold Yukigakure. It was a bitter March night when I was born, before the winter’s cold had retreated and spring’s equinox warmed the land. Again, I don’t really remember. After all, who remembers that far back? I go by stories I’ve been told, and people tend to exaggerate, so I don’t know which details are true and which are false.
A couple of years before my memories pass with a blur are filled with stories. From what I’ve managed to piece together, I started talking early and could read decently by age three. I didn’t really enjoy reading, but I learned as fast as my mother taught me. Along with that, cats were always attracted to me and I always loved them. My father’s familiar, whom I was almost named after (Koyuki, child of snow, rather than my name, Koyuuki, child of tender hope), even loved me, always around when she and my father weren’t busy. Apparently, for a long time, I rode on her back for fun.
Until I was six, life went like that. I was taught by my mother everything a schooled child would learn, plus some. But I never really got along with others my age. Even then, I was too self-centered, too untamed and insecure. Then, suddenly, my parents were gone. Every time I asked what happened, I got a different story. Some said they were sick. That didn’t make sense because they were fine the day before. Others said there was a fire. Where would they both be that there would be a fire? And yet others said a mission went wrong. Well, my mother wasn’t a shinobi, so she should have still been there. Nothing made sense, so I just labeled that they left. I never shed a tear.
After they were gone, I lived with my grandmother. However, she was old and winters were too cold. Only a year passed and she was gone as well. Then I was to be shipped to some relative I a different country—Hi no Kuni, I believe, ironically enough. At that point, I didn’t really care anymore. I was seven and alone, and it did nothing good for me.
Nor did the traumatic events that follow.
Before I left Yuki no Kuni, however, I was handed a bundle of white fur, told to stay strong, and guided onto a ship.
The ship belonged to a merchant headed to Hi no Kuni, or wherever it was they were sending me, to sell his wares, and he had offered to take me for some reason. We had barely left port and, being part of the Katei no Neko and practically a cat too, I felt queasy instantly. It was going to be a long trip, but of a length I could never have imagined.
The bundle of fur turned out to be a white Bengal Tiger cub whose sapphire eyes seemed to stare straight into me. Right from the start, I knew there was a strong bond. I named the young cub Eri, which meant “my protector”, and he very much was.
Three days of seasickness got us past the icy waters that surrounded Yuki no Kuni. The whole time, I stayed either flat on my back in a bed or rushed to the deck to get some fresh air. I failed to notice the tension in the air, the tension I knew well that always came before a storm, like static thick in the air.
The storm struck with close to no warning—seas were suddenly tossed about, the pale blue sky suddenly dark and angry. The sways of the sea turned into hills, mountains and black skies flared with brilliant light. So used to a land of snowstorms and ice, this was a whole new experience. I was terrified. Salt water flooded my cabin and I forced myself through knee-deep water, Eri in my arms, to the deck. I may not have survived if I hadn’t.
I lost my balance and, at first, I thought it was because of the ship cresting a mountainous wave, but then I saw ropes, barrels and crates, and even other crew members slip past me. To my horror, they were falling toward what I thought was a massive wave to my right, not understanding at that time that it defied gravity. I didn’t realize what was in fact happening until the ship rolled and I was swallowed by dark water.
Drowning may well be among the worst ways to die, next to burning alive. You can feel the life leaving you, each bubble of air floating away another portion of the life you could have, should have lived escaping. I couldn’t swim.
And people wonder why I have such a deep set fear of water.
But, then, I also didn’t know about the ocean’s buoyancy. What I thought was sinking as I felt the last bit of life leaving me was actually lifting. I sputtered, throwing up what must have been gallons of water, as my head broke the surface. I floundered for a moment until my hand hit some flotsam, and I held onto it with the remainder f my strength. I heaved myself onto the board and lay wheezing for a long time, my senses burning with lack of oxygen and salt.
The storm’s fury wreaked, the seas were calm once more. Just like that, a whole crew and a stowaway either dead or dying.
Already I could feel the thirst of dehydration. But I had nothing, no possessions but the clothes I wore. Not even…Eri! In a sudden panic, I realized he was gone. I forced myself up and gaze around with glazed eyes. I wanted to cry, but could shed no tears.
White, not too far off, moving toward me. Eri paddled toward me, and happiness and relief flooded me for the first time in a very long time. The cub pushed toward me with powerful, stout legs. I lifted him from the water and held him tight.
Two nights and a day passed with the two of us on that wooden plank. When I wasn’t shivering from the cold, the sun baked overhead. I was so dehydrated I could hardly move, and I couldn’t speak. I was hungry and exhausted, and almost wished I had drowned. Eri was no better off, even though he could swim to cool himself off. We were disheveled shells floating on the ocean with no hope of rescue.
Somehow, the storm has blown my onto a different current than the one the ship followed. Around noon on that second day I woke to find islands around us. Most were too small and we passed by them, but my board was swept onto a white beach of a much larger island. I stumbled onto the sand in plain sight of a young man fishing. We stared at each other for a long moment, and then the world went black.
The next several days consisted of terrifying nightmares of black waters and a sun that laughed in my face. I was awake rarely, though, and the man who had found Eri and I had to force water into me. I also apparently had some wounds that I hadn’t even noticed and that later scarred. But slowly I recovered and the nightmares ebbed. It took about two weeks to get me stably on my feet.
I had somehow ended up in Mizu no Kuni, and the Water Country was not exactly where I wanted to be after what had happened. But being only seven, I had nowhere to go, and I wasn’t about to chance the ocean again.
HOW I BECAME WHO I AM::
The next three years involved being shuffled around to different families and then being abandoned again. It ranged from meager excuses that a tiger couldn’t be kept as a pet (even though I told them he wasn’t a pet and why he was my partner, they simply said that they had never heard of Katei no Neko and didn’t believe me) to them simply driving me out because I was too wild control. During this time, I developed a fascination for what makes electronics tick. I’m pretty sure that was part of the reason I was kicked out so often. But from it, I learned the fundamentals to creating my own devices from scrapped electronics.
These abandonments are what led me to Kirigakure when I was ten. Being from a shinobi hidden village, I knew what it was about, and figured I could find a place there. In fact, I did. I entered the academy there immediately, since I was now more than old enough to join. With some persuasive words and a touching story about what happened to me, they finally let me in.
I was given a place to stay, a small, two-room apartment. A place to finally call my own for the first time in four years. Since then, it’s really become mine. The academy was easy enough to get through the last two years, and now I’m a fresh genin.
WHERE I WILL GO FROM HERE::
Who knows? I sure don’t. With a fresh arsenal of devices I’ve created for various purposes, and Eri at my side, I hope to become a strong shinobi and make my clan proud.
