Post by Yuki on Jul 1, 2009 0:34:34 GMT -5
Name: Yuki Oshiro
Character: Hunter
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Okinawa, Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Description:
Yuki is a slender, 5’ 4” young woman. She often changes the color and style of her hair according to what matches her outfit best. Her hobby of dressing in the likes of Japanese pop fashion leads her to wear clothes with eccentric color, detail and jewelry. She has light brown eyes and her natural hair color is jet black. Whenever she goes out, she is always sure to look her best. Because of her preppy dress style and innocent demeanor, people often misjudge her true personality.
Personality:
Blunt, prudent and clever, Yuki is a determined femme who puts logic before emotion. She never lets her personal feelings get in the way of making a decision. She tries to cooperate with others, but prefers working alone. Despite her independent attitude, Yuki despises those who prey on the weak and will put her preferences aside and work with others if her mission is to protect the innocent. Fear is not an obstacle for Yuki. She may come off as cold and distant, but she is reliable, trustworthy and has a prominent sense of honor.
Under her stoic front, however, Yuki has a warm heart and is very compassionate, especially toward children. Only her closest companions are aware of this hidden side of her personality. Secretly, Yuki enjoys singing, playing the guitar and reading manga. Her conflicting exterior and interior are often the source of much speculation, but regardless of what people say about her, Yuki has a strong sense of self and is very confident in her abilities. She does not trust others easily, but when she does, she will do anything to defend them, even if it means sacrificing her own life.
Bio/History:
Most of Yuki’s childhood days were spent at Yokohama International School, a boarding school where her mom paid for her to attend. She was one of the top students of her class, but she didn’t quite fit in with the rest of her peers. Yuki never met her dad, and her mother was often on business trips, so she grew up without a parental unit. During the summer, she would return to her home in Okinawa, where she served as a priestess for her family’s temple. Her mother would remain in Okinawa for long periods during the summer to show her the teachings of sosensuuhai, the religion which was practiced at the Oshiro temple. Her mother was said to be a yuta—-a shaman that serves as a link between the spiritual and physical world, and this position would someday by bestowed upon Yuki.
Despite the deep reverence and admiration Yuki has for her mother, she never took her duty as priestess of the temple seriously and didn’t believe in much of her mother’s teachings. However, out of respect and love, Yuki listened to her mother’s words, knowing that the time they spent together during those summers would be the only time she would see her until another school year had passed. After her graduation from Yokohoma International, she attended Okinawa International University and graduated with a degree in social welfare. Before starting work, she had decided to serve as priestess for a bit longer, knowing that once she started her career, there would be little time to help the people who sought help at the temple. It was during one of these temple days that she received a letter from her mom that requested her immediate presence. The address to the hotel her mother was staying at was enclosed with the letter, along with an airplane ticket to Keystone, South Dakota, United States.
Rp Sample:
Exiting the South Dakota airport, Yuki dragged the luggage she had hastily packed before leaving her hometown, Okinawa, Japan. She had never been to the U.S. before, but had heard stories from her peers at both Yokohoma International School and Okinawa International University, and she imagined the U.S. was very similar to Tokyo. Of course, it wouldn’t compare to the Okinawa prefecture, which was a bit of an anachronism in relation to the rest of Japan as well as the entire world. Luckily, most of her life had been spent in establishments with current technology. Language wasn’t a barrier either, as she was fluent in both Japanese and English, thanks to years of rigorous academic courses.
Breathing in the morning air, she smelled the aroma of fast food somewhere in the distance. She caught the glimmer of a taxi arriving from her right. Walking towards the curb, she waved at it. The taxi screeched to a stop. After setting her luggage in the trunk, Yuki stepped into the taxi and was hit with the scent of leather and cigar smoke.
“Keystone, please,” she told the driver as she put on her seatbelt.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, stepping on the gas pedal.
It was about an hour before she arrived at her mother’s hotel, a place by the name of Holiday Inn. After paying the taxi driver, getting her luggage and talking to the lady at the front desk who told her the direction in which her mother’s room was, she made her way to her destination. Her mother’s letter had been brief—-so brief, she had memorized it after reading over it just twice.
---Dear Yuki,
I need your help. I can’t give you any details, but you must leave Japan immediately. I will tell you everything else when we meet in person.
Love, Mom---
Her mother had never been wordy, but the brevity of her letter was strange. Enclosed with the letter had been the address of the hotel, along with her mother’s room number, and an airplane ticket to South Dakota, United States. Yuki was eager to see her mother and desired to know why she needed her help. Approaching room 56, she looked at the number her mother had written on the piece of paper. After double checking to make sure it was the right one, she lifted her hand to knock on the door.
“Mom?” she said, softly, listening for noise within the room. Nothing. “Mom, it’s me, Yuki,” she said, knocking and speaking a little louder. Still nothing. She waited a couple more minutes. Maybe she was out? But her mother knew when to expect her-—she had bought her flight ticket, after all. She wrapped her hand around the doorknob. It was unlocked. “Mom, I’m coming in," she said, slowly opening the door.
Inside, it seemed as if the room had been vacant. Everything was in perfect order, except a letter that was placed conspicuously out of place on the nightstand. Bringing her luggage in and closing the door behind her, Yuki approached the letter with curiosity. Her eyes scanned the paper quickly.
---Attention: Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well. There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey---
Yuki wasn’t quite sure what to make of the letter. Her first thoughts were that perhaps this Dean and Sam Winchester were missing children, but the word “allies” suggested that they were adults, involved with official work, such as police matters. But why would her mother, a businesswoman, be involved with the police? Unnoticed to her before, another letter rested under the first. Lifting the one on top, she read over the second one.
---Dear Yuki,
I love you so much, my dear daughter, and it is my hope that we may see each other again soon, but for the time being, I cannot be with you. I had hoped to reveal everything to you myself, but it seems fate desires that it not be my task. Go to The Wesson, a bar of sorts here in town. Find and speak to Jefferson. He should tell you everything. Tell him that you are the daughter of Natsumi. Also, look in the second drawer. I am aware of how the situation may appear after you see what lies inside, but you must protect this keepsake, as it will protect you in the future. And remember, whatever happens, do not be afraid.
Love, Mom---
Following her mother's directions, Yuki opened the second drawer and saw a package wrapped carefully in white cloth. She gently took it in her hands and removed its cover, revealing a knife underneath. She felt her eyes widen at what she was holding and wondered what sort of mess her mother had gotten into. Placing the cloth back over the knife, she tucked it in her purse and went outside to find a taxi. She wasn’t sure what to assess of the situation, but she had a feeling she was in for a wild ride.
Character: Hunter
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Okinawa, Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Description:
Yuki is a slender, 5’ 4” young woman. She often changes the color and style of her hair according to what matches her outfit best. Her hobby of dressing in the likes of Japanese pop fashion leads her to wear clothes with eccentric color, detail and jewelry. She has light brown eyes and her natural hair color is jet black. Whenever she goes out, she is always sure to look her best. Because of her preppy dress style and innocent demeanor, people often misjudge her true personality.
Personality:
Blunt, prudent and clever, Yuki is a determined femme who puts logic before emotion. She never lets her personal feelings get in the way of making a decision. She tries to cooperate with others, but prefers working alone. Despite her independent attitude, Yuki despises those who prey on the weak and will put her preferences aside and work with others if her mission is to protect the innocent. Fear is not an obstacle for Yuki. She may come off as cold and distant, but she is reliable, trustworthy and has a prominent sense of honor.
Under her stoic front, however, Yuki has a warm heart and is very compassionate, especially toward children. Only her closest companions are aware of this hidden side of her personality. Secretly, Yuki enjoys singing, playing the guitar and reading manga. Her conflicting exterior and interior are often the source of much speculation, but regardless of what people say about her, Yuki has a strong sense of self and is very confident in her abilities. She does not trust others easily, but when she does, she will do anything to defend them, even if it means sacrificing her own life.
Bio/History:
Most of Yuki’s childhood days were spent at Yokohama International School, a boarding school where her mom paid for her to attend. She was one of the top students of her class, but she didn’t quite fit in with the rest of her peers. Yuki never met her dad, and her mother was often on business trips, so she grew up without a parental unit. During the summer, she would return to her home in Okinawa, where she served as a priestess for her family’s temple. Her mother would remain in Okinawa for long periods during the summer to show her the teachings of sosensuuhai, the religion which was practiced at the Oshiro temple. Her mother was said to be a yuta—-a shaman that serves as a link between the spiritual and physical world, and this position would someday by bestowed upon Yuki.
Despite the deep reverence and admiration Yuki has for her mother, she never took her duty as priestess of the temple seriously and didn’t believe in much of her mother’s teachings. However, out of respect and love, Yuki listened to her mother’s words, knowing that the time they spent together during those summers would be the only time she would see her until another school year had passed. After her graduation from Yokohoma International, she attended Okinawa International University and graduated with a degree in social welfare. Before starting work, she had decided to serve as priestess for a bit longer, knowing that once she started her career, there would be little time to help the people who sought help at the temple. It was during one of these temple days that she received a letter from her mom that requested her immediate presence. The address to the hotel her mother was staying at was enclosed with the letter, along with an airplane ticket to Keystone, South Dakota, United States.
Rp Sample:
Exiting the South Dakota airport, Yuki dragged the luggage she had hastily packed before leaving her hometown, Okinawa, Japan. She had never been to the U.S. before, but had heard stories from her peers at both Yokohoma International School and Okinawa International University, and she imagined the U.S. was very similar to Tokyo. Of course, it wouldn’t compare to the Okinawa prefecture, which was a bit of an anachronism in relation to the rest of Japan as well as the entire world. Luckily, most of her life had been spent in establishments with current technology. Language wasn’t a barrier either, as she was fluent in both Japanese and English, thanks to years of rigorous academic courses.
Breathing in the morning air, she smelled the aroma of fast food somewhere in the distance. She caught the glimmer of a taxi arriving from her right. Walking towards the curb, she waved at it. The taxi screeched to a stop. After setting her luggage in the trunk, Yuki stepped into the taxi and was hit with the scent of leather and cigar smoke.
“Keystone, please,” she told the driver as she put on her seatbelt.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, stepping on the gas pedal.
It was about an hour before she arrived at her mother’s hotel, a place by the name of Holiday Inn. After paying the taxi driver, getting her luggage and talking to the lady at the front desk who told her the direction in which her mother’s room was, she made her way to her destination. Her mother’s letter had been brief—-so brief, she had memorized it after reading over it just twice.
---Dear Yuki,
I need your help. I can’t give you any details, but you must leave Japan immediately. I will tell you everything else when we meet in person.
Love, Mom---
Her mother had never been wordy, but the brevity of her letter was strange. Enclosed with the letter had been the address of the hotel, along with her mother’s room number, and an airplane ticket to South Dakota, United States. Yuki was eager to see her mother and desired to know why she needed her help. Approaching room 56, she looked at the number her mother had written on the piece of paper. After double checking to make sure it was the right one, she lifted her hand to knock on the door.
“Mom?” she said, softly, listening for noise within the room. Nothing. “Mom, it’s me, Yuki,” she said, knocking and speaking a little louder. Still nothing. She waited a couple more minutes. Maybe she was out? But her mother knew when to expect her-—she had bought her flight ticket, after all. She wrapped her hand around the doorknob. It was unlocked. “Mom, I’m coming in," she said, slowly opening the door.
Inside, it seemed as if the room had been vacant. Everything was in perfect order, except a letter that was placed conspicuously out of place on the nightstand. Bringing her luggage in and closing the door behind her, Yuki approached the letter with curiosity. Her eyes scanned the paper quickly.
---Attention: Dean and Sam Winchester have gone missing. A number of their allies have fallen off the map as well. There are only two things you need to know.
1. We have no idea where they could have gone.
2. We must find them.
Signed, Casey---
Yuki wasn’t quite sure what to make of the letter. Her first thoughts were that perhaps this Dean and Sam Winchester were missing children, but the word “allies” suggested that they were adults, involved with official work, such as police matters. But why would her mother, a businesswoman, be involved with the police? Unnoticed to her before, another letter rested under the first. Lifting the one on top, she read over the second one.
---Dear Yuki,
I love you so much, my dear daughter, and it is my hope that we may see each other again soon, but for the time being, I cannot be with you. I had hoped to reveal everything to you myself, but it seems fate desires that it not be my task. Go to The Wesson, a bar of sorts here in town. Find and speak to Jefferson. He should tell you everything. Tell him that you are the daughter of Natsumi. Also, look in the second drawer. I am aware of how the situation may appear after you see what lies inside, but you must protect this keepsake, as it will protect you in the future. And remember, whatever happens, do not be afraid.
Love, Mom---
Following her mother's directions, Yuki opened the second drawer and saw a package wrapped carefully in white cloth. She gently took it in her hands and removed its cover, revealing a knife underneath. She felt her eyes widen at what she was holding and wondered what sort of mess her mother had gotten into. Placing the cloth back over the knife, she tucked it in her purse and went outside to find a taxi. She wasn’t sure what to assess of the situation, but she had a feeling she was in for a wild ride.
