𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

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𝕌tility

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Skills:

• Baking
• Cooking in general
• Great palate
• Insulting people
• Good stamina
• Chess
• Speed reading
• Memorizing

Equipment:

𝕄iscellaneous

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Favorite Foods: Bread, macarons, salads, pies (sweet or savory)

Disliked Foods: Hard candies, gamey meats

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name: Meeka Halsey

Race: Greater Beastfolk

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Occupation: Hunter

Repuation:
Many don't seem to want to take too much time getting to know the girl, being a greater beastfolk. She is often seen looking at things in shops, but never buying, although she seems well dressed considering what she is. Only few know her as Morton's adopted daughter, and they were the ones unlucky enough to be caught talking bad about her while he was around them. If you were to ask her father, he would say she is one of the smartest and strongest young women he knew. Passing him in booksmarts on her own accord years ago, and had the personality to persevere even the worst of of what people could throw at her. He wouldn't ever talk to others of the nights when she would hit rock bottom, the pain she felt from the ones that despised her kind the most just for existing in their presence. He knew she felt alone in this world despite him doing all he could to provide for her and strengthen her spirit by being there when she was at her worst. TO others she seemed to always have a brave face, never backing down from a challenge and not allowing herself to be hurt by their words or actions in public, and nobody could refute her skill with a bow, no matter ow much they disliked her.

Affiliation: Belle's traveling kitchen

Backstory:
Meeka never knew her real parents. She was chosen to be the vessel of a great spirit, a living shikigami, or a 'bunrei' type shikigami, so that a new shrine could be made for that great spirit when she grew older, however this plan failed as she was orphaned as a baby, never to know what she was, and this the shrine was never built. She was too young when she had lost her parents and she was told that she was found alone after a battle had taken place. Morton had taken her in and raised her as his own, having lost his wife and young child a few months prior. When Morton retired from his military career, he had made a restaurant that served mainly home cooked style meals. Meeka grew up hanging around the restaurant instead of going to school. Morton thought that this would be bad for her development so he took it upon himself to teach her basic reading, writing, and arithmetic. She took to it quickly and enjoyed it so much that she started reading and learning on her own, eager to share everything she learned with her father after the restaurant closed. As she got older, she found that she was teaching her father what she learned as well, their nightly talks a part of their little family tradition. One strange occurrence Meeka noticed was that as she read anything about onmyoji talisman magic, something resonated within her as if she has known this before, the great spirit link inside her seeming to relearn spells once lost to her. She would practice this in secret, not wanting her father to know or maybe even worry. This same link aslo seemed to make her archery come naturally to her, becoming an expert within a very short period of time.

With her becoming older, Morton taught her how to hunt and prepare game for use in the restaurant. With this new skill now available to er, she took to practicing it just as well as her studies, becoming a very skilled archer even among the best in their region. With age however, came the realization that people treated her much differently than other people, especially now that she was older and more accountable for her decisions, and often ran errands alone. Being a greater beastfolk, she was looked down upon by the generally population. She was seen as an animal not fit for their society, and constantly reminded it by the insults and rougher treatment. This led Meeka to learn to depend on herself to leave and gather any ingredients that she was able to around the wilds when she hunted, otherwise she would have to tell Morton what ingredients still needed to be bought so he could get them, as they wouldn't sell to a greater beastfolk, or would try to overcharge for selling to her. Meeka would usually hold her head high, holding onto her pride and often snapping back at the hatred they showed, because despite their disdain for her, they knew of her skills with her bow, and would never push it to conflict. Unfortunately, this was a brave face she put on. When she is by herself is when it all comes back to her, a veil of depression seeping into her heart. They would never accept her, no matter her accomplishments, and she figured she would always be treated this way as long she she was a beastfolk.

Morton would try comforting her in these times, but he knew he could only do so much, since he couldn't follow her around and beat down everyone that spoke ill towards her. When he found a book reviewing the magic process of transformation that she accidentally left out in her room, a page dog eared on a section specifically describing transforming into a human form, it nearly broke his heart as much as it filled him with rage that someone would make his daughter feel this way. When Morton learned of an opportunity elsewhere, a guild job that had to do with food and hunting, he thought it would be the perfect thing to get them away from the town they currently lived in and off to something they could both enjoy. With this, both Meeka and Morton put together a traveling kitchen cart with the same name as the old restaurant, and made their way out to see what the offer entailed.

𝕌tility

Skills:
-Highly skilled with a bow and a variety of arrows
-Heightened senses: sight, smell, hearing, night vision
-Silent movement
-Agile
-Bushcraft
-Calligraphy and painting
-Onmyoji (talisman magic) - requires talismans to be in place for spells to be activated

Magic:
-Divination
-Bunrei Shikigami of a great spirit of change, Henka
> Transmutation
> Illusion
> Enchantment

Equipment:
-Longbow
-quiver of arrows including a few specialty heads
-Heavy bushcrafting knife

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods:
-Peanut butter (especially as cookies)
-Steak
-Biscuits

Disliked Foods:
-Lettuce
-Citrus
-Bitter Apples

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name: Morton Halsey

Race: Human

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Occupation: Chef

Repuation:
A hearty man that none would dare to cross, and the few who have had quite the lasting impression once they returned to consciousness. He can be easy to anger but also seen being quite charitable, though he doesn't like to talk about it or receive recognition for what he does, he just does it. There have been a small number of times when some patrons would be caught speaking insultingly about a certain greater beastfolk that seems to hang around his restaurant have been cast out with a few lumps on their head and or face. Sometimes, people would think it would be a good idea to try to slander his name by saying there was beast hair in his food, to which he would personally come out of the kitchen to check the meal and 'adjust the customer's eyes' if they were spreading falsehoods.

From Meeka's perspective, his adopted daughter, she would say that he was kind and gentle with her, always pushing her to strive to do her best and achieve things far beyond what he had been able to. He was always the only one to cheer her on and provide any comfort or counseling a father should provide. He was strict, but never unreasonably so. He could be overprotective of her given the way greater beastfolk were generally treated. Even to this day his pride in her was evident even to those around him, though they dared not say anything ill around them should they face his wrath, not within earshot anyway. Morton's driving motivation is to provide for his daughter, after all, she is all he has, and the only thing to him important enough to work for.

Affiliation: Belle's traveling kitchen

Backstory:
Morton had a family honestly a little younger than what most would consider normal for today's standards, but that seemed to be the norm for enlisted people his age at the time. He already had a wife with a bun in the oven when he was deployed for combat, always talking to the other soldiers about his wife and his future plans with all the children he wanted to have. It was quickly found out that Morton liked to cook, good home style cooking too, as it reminded them all of home. He was quickly labeled the 'combat chef' by his peers. He was even known on one occasion to be fighting while cooking, swearing to the enemy that was attacking the camp that if they made him overcook his roast he would put them all into the oven for coals.

While Morton was in service, however, his wife had passed away due to complications of her pregnancy, losing both her and the baby. Morton was crushed as it seemed his lively spirit within him died. He served the rest of his enlistment, the only time he seemed to come alive was in battle, as if he was using the fighting as an outlet for his rage and sorrow. One day, after trying to respond to a towns distress message, Morton's company rushed to intercept an attacking force, only to arrive to the town too late. it had already been destroyed, everything looted for the enemy's war effort. Morton was scouring the town for any survivors when he heard a light whimpering. Something got into Morton that his peers hadn't seen in a while, it was a drive to save a life. How he heard the whimpering sound, nobody tot his day knows, as it belonged to a greater beastfolk pup buried deep under the ruble of a collapsed building. Morton's hands were bloodied and scarred by the time he reached her, having lifted insanely large pieces of wreckage to get to her, seeing a crushed crib and a furred arm lifelessly poking out from rubble next to it. "Don't worry... she will be safe with me." He said to what he guessed was the body of the parent crused beneath the stones. He wrapped his hands in rags and gently picked her up, crawling out from under the building, the others finally saw what he was so hellbent to retrieve. A baby wolf girl, still whimpering, so young that she hadn't even opened her eyes. His comrades cheered him as they saw what he did, not having a care for what the child's race was, but happy to see a life that escaped this tragedy.

Since then, Morton retired and started his own restaurant to get the bills paid, building it out of half of his house, and naming it after his wife. He spent his life providing for and teaching Meeka everything he knew from reading, writing, arithmetic, hunting, and some cooking, but she seemed to soak it all in and eventually even surpassed him s far as booksmarts went. He was proud of her and everything she had accomplished, but even then, when Meeka got old enough to start going out and doing things on her own, he noticed a change in her behavior. She grew more bitter, having resentment to others and had bouts of depression. She never directed any of it towards him, but she normally didn't tell him what was wrong. He wasn't stupid however, he always knew that at some point she would discover the hatred people seemed to have for greater beastfolk. He tried his best to do what he could to comfort her, but one could only do so much. One day when Morton was bringing her some laundry to her room while she was out hunting late at night, he noticed an unfamiliar book. When he picked it up, he noticed it was a book on magic, which he thought was interesting that she may want to mes with magic and decided to flip through it. He came to a page that had a folded corner and his heart sunk when he saw what it was. It was covering the ability to transform into a human. He saw it as her hating her own body so much that she seemed desperate to change herself to please the wicked hearts of those around her. He first felt a wave of rage, wanting to find the person responsible for making her feel this way, but it quickly subsided to an aching in his heart. Something had to change. He couldn't keep Meeka here in this place with the way she was being treated, they should find some place new.

So, Morton went to work on creating his own mobile kitchen, so they could travel and find their own place to be, even if it was just the road itself. However, he found a notice about some sort of opportunity out west, promising fine cuisine and thrilling hunts. It sounded splendid to him, maybe something that they could both enjoy! So, once able, they loaded up their essentials into their new mobile kitchen carriage, which was considerably sized, and headed out into a new life.

𝕌tility

Skills:
-Homestyle cooking
-heavy weapon specialized combat (two handed hammers, polearms)
-brawler (good with general fighting with fists and whatever weapon is handy)
-hunting
-bushcraft

Equipment:
-Heavy two handed meat tenderizer
-heavy armored gauntlets

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods:
-Chicken and dressing casserole
-bread pudding
-Steak
-Chili
-BBQ Ribs

Disliked Foods:
-Tofu
-fake sweeteners
-bugs as food

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

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Name: Shuyi Zheng

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance Short for her age and pale-looking, but not neccessarily sickly. Almost always seen carrying a large bamboo basket on her back, with various tools inside.

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Occupation: Cook/Researcher

Reputation:


Affiliation: Imperial kitchens of Xin Lu

Backstory:

𝕌tility

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Skills:

• Harvesting, identifying/studying wild plants
• Handling fruits and vegetables (including pairing with meats)
• Making steamed, stirfried, and simmered foods
• Fancy knifework

Magic: Simple healing magic (mostly used for food poisoning) casted via pendant magitech that's usually hidden inside her clothes

Equipment:

• Harvesting tools: hand shovel, gardening scissors, gloves, hand rake, and a large bamboo basket
• Cooking utenstils: pots, iron wok, steamer, chopsticks, knives and cleavers, ladel
• Research tools: research journal and writing utensils, vials and cases with refrigeration magic, antitoxin

𝕄iscellaneous

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Favorite Foods:

• Vegetables
• Fruits
• Soups

Disliked Foods:

• Candies
• Baked desserts
• Spicy foods

Name:
Eshima "Eshi" Ashikaga

Race:
Half-Orc, Half-Blue Oni

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

She is 8'3" and essentially made of lean muscles. She goes for strength, not tone.

Occupation:
Monster Hunting Artificer

Reputation:
A merchant often trading with her: "You want me to talk about that half-breed? Well damn, well she is great at hunting and making things, but we don't talk to her much. She keeps to herself for some reason. Sure, lots of people hate halfies here, but she could find a place. I think. On second thought, probably good she isn't around HERE, specifically. Maybe if she lived in the southern parts?"

Her mother: "I still love my baby girl of course and visit when I am not busy. She doesn't feel like she belongs, so she lives alone and hunts monsters and makes magitech for trade. I miss her gardens and that smile. And her eyes had such a fire in them. It must have been that Orc blood. She is passionate but still has that Blue Oni spirit. If you go see her, give her this Er Kuai. I know it's her favorite."

Guard Captain of her home town: "That wench better not come back. We don't need a halfie here to make people angry and nervous. Good riddance, I say."

Innkeeper of the town: "Lots of people were scared of her, you know? Orcs are supposed to be violent and angry. She was a sweet girl overall, but she spoke her mind and wouldn't back down from anything she felt was important. It made her a lot of enemies in the guard. She used to sell us the freshest vegetables and meats. Those years were some of the best times to cook for people. Now, no one here seems to be able or want to take up her mantle. I miss her, to be honest. She would have made a good friend if she stayed."

Man her age: "You would never get a better beatdown than from her. If you tried to hurt her or someone she liked, she would put you in the dirt. It was a great view, though, so I sometimes did it just to get a good look at her. What? Wouldn't you want to be around a pretty girl? It was worth a few bruises and bloody noses. I don't know much about her other than that."

Gravedigger of the town: "She could always be relied on to help out. If you asked her for a hand, she would get right on it. She wasn't afraid of getting dirt under her nails. And then, after that, we would have a good drink and some of the spiciest supper I have ever had. Death scares most folks, but she wasn't even fazed by it. It made her a unique and nice girl. She was one of the only people to talk to me outside of funerals. She never judged me for anything. I think how much people hated her blood made her happy to let people come as they are. But wow was she able to pack away the heat. I can still feel the burn from those meals. It was a good burn, mind you, but it would kick you in the face. Ah, I miss those days. Now, I am just an old, lonely gravedigger, picking at the ground. Give her this ring when you see her and say hi."

Poor girl: "She gave Mommy tons of food! We never went hungry with her around, but the guard made her leave. It wasn't fair. She was really nice and made me a bunch of toys, too! She even played with me when all the other kids wouldn't let me play."

Disgruntled woman: "She was unladylike. She would never make a good wife to anyone. It was that Orc blood. Her mother was a drunken whore to get knocked up by some sweaty Orc. I'm glad she is gone. She was an eyesore on our community and brought dishonor to us all."

Town guard at the gate: "If you ask most people, she was some demon because of her Orc blood. I think it made her better. She could see both sides and helped everyone. If you had an argument, she could get you to a compromise. If you needed a sparring partner, she would work you till you dropped. I even asked if she could pretend to be my date to a couple family gatherings. She was happy to help keep my family off my back about getting married. There were a few times with bandits that she just appeared and help me out. You could rely on her to watch your back if you needed it. Everyone else could run away and she would still keep fighting by you. She saved my sorry skin so many times that I named my daughter after her."

Lorekeeper of the town: "She was always quiet if she didn't have anything to say. There was always something going on in her head. She would take to me at least every other day about something she wanted to try and make or a new thing to do to help people. She was a problem solver and a thinker. She was a dreamer, too. It rubbed a lot of people the wrong way since she was trying to take tradition head-on and make changes she thought could help us be better. I liked that about her. You don't find many gems like that here. She was a warrior with a head and a hunter with a heart. You are going to meet her later? Give this gourd to her. It's full of my homemade sake that she liked so much. My old bones keep me from visiting her much, so she is probably out by now."

Affiliation:
Hiyuki (formerly)

Backstory:
"Alright, so you want to know about me? Gotcha. Well, it all started when Mom got smashed with some Orc guy. They decided that a night of bed breaking was a good idea. She told me the chief was not happy when she and his son destroyed his tent. Anyway, she got pregnant with me and came back home. A while later, I pop out. She was a good mom. She took care of me and loved me. I didn't feel weird around her. Home was safe. The people around us were some weird mix of pity, admiration, or hatred. People either loved or hated me. The ones that hated me always talked about how my Orc side is ruining my prim and proper Blue Oni lady side. It bothered me. I couldn't just be me around a lot of the town. There sure were a few people that liked me, so I stayed and tried to make it work. Eventually, I couldn't take it. I felt so bad and out of place. I left and went to the Southern edge of Hiyuki. I found a temperate forest with good soil and set up."

She sighs and takes a sip of the sake we gave her.

"Ohhhh, that's the good stuff. I don't know what that man does to make it so good, but he has a gift. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, I set up camp, eventually made a house, and then made my way selling off things I made, hunted, or the stuff I grew. It is cozy out here. I am usually pretty alone, which gets to me a lot, but it is better than feeling like at any moment someone might snap and try to kill you for something you can't change. Mom visits a lot. Wait, I smell her cooking. Gimme! Yes, Er Kuai! Uh, back on subject, that is basically my life. I got into a lot of fights over stuff I thought was important. I helped a few guards out when bandits came along and the spineless guards ran away. The gravedigger sure got his job done when I was around. He always got done early. There was this one really cute little girl that I played with. I felt a kinship with her. The other kids were mean to her since she was poor. Her mom worked her ass off at two jobs but got paid almost nothing. I gave them a bunch of stuff I got from my garden and hunts. The mom was so grateful and always said she would make it up to me. I did it for free. I expected nothing from it, but she gave the best hugs each time I brought a box of food. It felt warm when she did."

She takes another sip and a bite of the food.

"I heard from a couple merchants about some big job looking for hunters. I figure I will check it out and see if it might give me a good adventure. I could use a change of scenery for a while. Mom talked to my aunt. So, my aunt is sending my cousin here to live in while I'm gone. Said she needed to have a quiet place to get away to. I figured there are worse things than letting your cousin keep your house tidy. So, I'm gonna head out in the morning for that. Any more questions? No? Alright then, how about that mandrake root you were talking about earlier? I have a bunch of fresh ones I got yesterday."

𝕌tility

Skills:
Carving
Gardening
Playing Shamisen, Erhu, and Taiko
Metallurgy
Smithing
Engineering
Tinkering

Magic:

None. All her magical aptitude is tied to making gadgets and items.

Equipment:

Furēmusherukirā (Flame Shell Killer): A large caliber rifle with simple sights able to account for ballistics up to 150m, this weapon is designed and usable by only her. Anyone else attempting to work its mechanisms and fire properly will at best be confused and at worst harmed by the lack of training. The projectiles it fires are large armor piercing bullets, and the rifle has a 4 round internal magazine. (equivalent to a 23.3 mm for caliber, a 6 gauge for shotguns as a reference) The method of firing involves a crystal of an explosive element firing from behind the bullet, causing it to fly down the rifled barrel and into the chosen target.

Nyūbō meisu (Pestle Mace): Wielded as a simple heavy club, she uses this to crack armor and deal heavy internal damage. Its weight is huge, so anyone not of orc or oni strength would be unable to wield it well if at all.

Janggeom: Single-edged sword reminiscent of a katana but with a straight blade. The blade is 4 feet long with a foot long hilt and can be used both one and two-handed for both stabbing and slashing.

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods: Gan guo, Saliva Chicken, Er Kuai, Chongqing hotpot, Hot and Sour Fish Soup

Disliked Foods: Chocolate, Marshmellows, Radishes, Rabbit, Lamb, Ice Cream

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name:
Yuuris Ishii

Race:
Human

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Yuuris is thin and lanky, 5'11" with a slender but slightly athletic build. He has midnight hued hair that he keeps up in a long ponytail. He has some hair that frames his face, but it's usually dirty and dingy since he doesn't take much care of himself. His skin is pale, and littered with scars from the many fights he's been in. He has dull grey eyes that are lined with bags from sleepless nights. Typically his demeanor is aloof and standoffish, which often shows on his face.

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Occupation:
Mercenary

Repuation:
For the general public, and those who have good ears, Yuuris is...not very well liked. He has a very strange air about him, a cold wind and stare that shoots down most people's attempt at conversation. He's known as a merciless stonehearted mercenary, who gets the job almost no matter what. He is seen as silent, as dangerous, and no one really wants to get close to him because of it. Word travels fast when he's in town, and in some places he has been refused service due to the cold bitterness about him.

However, to those who actually do try to get close to him, and succeed, can say he's loyal, and despite his cold stubborn nature....surprisingly soft. He'll go out of his way to help, though he doesn't like it to be known and will often brush things off. He's sarcastic, blunt, but once the ice and stone around him is broken, it's a teasing sort of sarcasm. A few people say he's damaged goods, but a good person underneath the chill that surrounds him.

Affiliation:
A small village or town between Xin Lu, the Middle Kingdoms, and the western side of the continent is where he's born, but he holds no affiliation to any one place.

Backstory:
Yuuris' birthplace is a small town called Luteris that was nestled near the blurred territory lines of the two main areas of the continent. To the northeast was the large country of Xin Lu, and it's cultural influences were heavy in the town, as it was a main path that trade caravans went through. To the south was the Middle Kingdoms. The Middle Kingdoms claimed the town as their own, and often times....factions fought over it for the trade route that Luteris held.

Yuuris was born to simple parents, though he no longer remembers their names. He was a part of a small merchant family, and for the most part he had an uneventful childhood. He was a rebellious little one, and always energetic. He had a foul mouth at times, but he strove to protect the younger kids.

This all changed when two factions of the Middle Kingdom decided to fight over Luteris' trade routes again. The resulting battle was bloody and unexpected, as neither faction warned the unsuspecting town. People fled in terror as projectiles flew and destruction reigned. By the time the fighting had subsided, most of the residents had either been killed, captured, or had escaped.

A blacksmith by the name of Fredrick happened to pass through the trade route shortly after the battle had ended, and found the young Yuuris sitting infront of a destroyed house, clutching a black scarf in his little hands as he stared at the rubble. It didn't take much for Fredrick to understand what had happened, and he scooped the child up, taking him away from the destruction.

Fredrick decided to raise the boy, trying to steer him towards his own profession; blacksmithing, while also trying to heal the trauma that the boy had gone through....but both were a lost cause. Yuuris showed no talent for blacksmithing, though he could memorize the basics. As for his mental state, Fredrick wasn't sure what the boy had seen...but it wasn't good that much was certain. The man had also never known Yuuris before this event, so he could only assume that the boy's quiet and reserved cold indifference to the world was natural.

Instead of blacksmithing, Yuuris seemed to gravitate towards the blades themselves. He'd seen fighting, he'd seen bloodshed at such a young age, and that was what stuck with him. it wasn't a lust for revenge, or a want to kill....but a much more basic need that Yuuris took up a sword at a young age, shortly after his life was ripped apart. It was the need to survive. With a sword, Yuuris could make it, he could defend himself, and others.....save them when he'd been unable to do so. Fredrick understood this, even without Yuuris having to tell him; it was a natural reaction in the older man's eyes. And as it turned out, Yuuris had a definite skill for swordplay. Yuuris trained day in and day out, lost himself in training, pushing everything and everyone away.

Once he felt comfortable enough, and was old enough, Yuuris set out from under Fredrick's care and slowly started making a name for himself. Unfortunately it was the wrong name. His fear of getting too close to people made him cold and distant. The distance made him even more broken and blunt, which turned people away from him. He was good at his job, and able to compartmentalize to the point where he could do just about any job. A mercenary for hire fit him perfectly.

𝕌tility

Skills:
Swordplay, simple blacksmithing, weapon care, good memory when it comes to learning things but not so much remembering faces, agility, thinking on his feet. Once he starts opening up, he finds he has a talent in stringed instruments.

Magic: none

Equipment: Yuuris uses a magitec sword that has interchangable canisters, allowing him to add different elemental attributes to his blade such as fire and lightning. He calls this blade 'Nihosh' and he cares for this blade far more than anything else currently.

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods: Sweets when he can taste again

Disliked Foods: He doesn't particularly like overly spicy foods but he doesn't outright dislike food in general.

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name:
'Ice Spirit'

Race:
Spirit

Age:
250

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

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Occupation:
Contract Spirit / Wannabee 'Cook' / Seeker of Romance

Repuation:
"You know, That spirit of mine... she sure is a gem isn't she, always trying hard... you'd think otherwise when you look at her, too many people just judge her by her looks" ??? to her most beloved contractors, "That girl... that Cat... horrible... she's a sore sight to all of us, It just feels like she is just gonna turn everything to ice one day. I already distrust spirits but a spirit like her. it just looks like she will only bring trouble to all of us" - Everyone else

Affiliation:
Spirit lands

Backstory:
This Spirit had a history of being misunderstood by most people, maybe its the ice spirit aspect of her, perhaps its her beast-like appearance. as a spirit she always needed a contractor to stay in the world she grew to love, most wouldn't accept it, almost every single master that took her in either broke contract within a month or acted distant to her, never trying to learn who she was...

As years went by she was always desperate to find a partner she could call a friend. she could only remember 3, however, all of them had passed away in battle trying to foolishly protect her and her memories being told good or bad they were important to remember, her latest one being the only who actually called her something other than, 'Spirit' or 'you'

Today she is still looking for a new contractor... and time appears to be running out

𝕌tility

Skills:
Candy making (despite her sensitivity to heat), Stir fried dishes, cooling things down, Navigating

Magic:
Ice Manipulation, Advanced Ice Conjuration, Freezing (up to a bucket of water only), Cold Body Temperature (Side Effect) Weapon forging (from any material, up to a dagger in size only if not ice)

Equipment:
Old Broken Sword

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods:
Candy, Cold food, Ice Cream, Fruits, Anything that has been cooled down, Mana, P-Peanut butter snacks, Rice dishes, Anything she makes
Disliked Foods:
Hot Food, Peanut butter snacks?, otherwise nothing

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name:
Yumi Umami

Race:
Human

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
A girl of average height, average weight, and overall average appearance. Not particularly beautiful but also not ugly, she tends to go unnoticed and can be fairly nondescript. She has dark green hair and blue eyes. Will always wear long sleeves due to the intricate tribal tattoos that decorate her back and upper arms, as they mark her rank and relation to her clan.

𝔾et to 𝕂now 𝕐ou

Occupation:
Butcher, Baker, and Brewer

Repuation:
By pure appearance alone, Yumi just seems like a fairly normal young girl, albeit one who seems to act a bit too girlish for an adult woman. Those who know her but don't know her well will tell you that she's kind and generally quite hospitable, always willing to lend a hand when asked and gives her best effort to do whatever you need her to do. She has a bit of a tendency to get involved in other peoples business without their consent however, often interfering whenever she hears about trouble and going to wherever that trouble is without anyone explicitly asking her to help.

Those who know her better though will tell you that Yumi is something of a gossip and sneak. Information, whether about people, politics, or just general bits of news, are all valuable to her so Yumi makes it a point to always be in the know. And this isn't limited to just Yumi; apparently she's "in the know" with a wide range of informants and contacts who she often trades information with, whether it's just gossip about her friends or words of a coming calamity. This web of connections is so vast and has their thumbs into so many pies, Yumi herself had to do some questionable things just to be part of the group, things that make people wonder if her general demeanor as a normal girl trying to be special is just an act, or a genuine attempt of a relative nobody to be part of something bigger.

Affiliation:
Yozakura-kai

Backstory:
Yumi's childhood was much like anyone else: she was the only child of a fairly happy couple, and by the age of six she started to learn how to help her family's business. Her father was a baker and brewer, buying grains from the local miller and making it into bread to sell to the townsfolk. Anything that wasn't sold was turned into beer, which would be drank by the many hard working adults later that night. Her mother was a butcher and hunter, using her skill with a blade to kill, skin, and carve up a corpse into a delicious platter to sell to both peasants and nobles alike. Her parents were well liked for their utility to the community, and they made sure to socialize and get to know their community.

All of course, because they served a powerful organization known as the Yozakura-kai. A criminal organization of which both Yumi's parents are members of. Her father was a laundered money and acted as an information broker. Her mother cleaned up corpses and would often sell the butchered meat as "wild game" sausage or fodder. For Yumi, she was introduced to the organization at the ripe age of ten, after she had already learned a good bit of basics from her parents. From there she went to a school of sorts with other children of Yozakura-Kai parents, and taught more practical skills when it comes to things such as combat, subterfuge, and history. Yumi had a knack for swordplay but like any other girl was one of the many chatterboxes and gossip mongers in class, and quickly formed a persona of a naive girl who just wanted to play with the boys. From there she used her position to learn a lot about her fellow school mates and used that information to stay ahead of the curve, and if need be, take out competition before they got too unruly.

Yumi graduated from her school at seventeen and immediately started to work for her parents, specifically taking on contracts for the Yozakura-Kai. She had already been conditioned to kill, often going on jobs to assassinate others and remove any witnesses. Just as well she could easily infiltrate an organization to steal valuable information that feeds the Yozakura-Kai's ability to maintain power. Even now Yumi is on such a job, to join a new guild focused on hunting and cooking monsters of all things. But the Yozakura-Kai know that there's an upcoming famine, and it would benefit them greatly if they could get their hands on any valuable recipes and cooking techniques to further spread their influence. And so Yumi would once more go forth into the unknown with nothing more than a smile and her sword, looking for the next big thing.

𝕌tility

Skills:
Battling with giant swords and large knives
Butchering and skinning animals, monsters, and people
Baking, including things like bread, pasta, and other oven-based forms of cooking
Brewing, but mostly just beer
Being sneaky and generally agile

Magic:
Alchemy - Yumi incorporates magical alchemy into her brewing, making booze with magic powers that can do anything from toughen you up, give you a burst of stamina, or even heal your wounds. She can also brew offensive aids that can be used to set monsters on fire or poison your blades, though Yumi generally doesn't most those things into her beer. Yumi relies on a water elemental spirit, Umi, for her magical concoctions as well as making beer more efficiently, though Yumi can do conventional alchemy without Umi's help.

Equipment:
Big Sword
Arm-Mounted Crossbow w/Grappling Hook
Small Net
Large hunting knife
A canteen filled with helpful booze

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods:
Good old fashion flame broiled meat on a bone, a hearty and stout beer, and scones

Disliked Foods:
Sour things, lemon/lime flavors, tofu, cilantro