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Yukiko Abe
Kitsune | Shichibi
Kitsune | Shichibi
Basic Information
| Name |
Yukiko no Abe. Goes by Yukiko Abe due to time changes now. Yuki most commonly.
| Date of Birth |
1122, April 24th
| Gender |
Female.
| Sexuality |
Lesbian
| Occupation |
Tattoo Artist
| In-Depth Appearance |
Yuki takes a more Korean appearance when she is shapeshifting. Even in her true form she uses a Korean body in order to dissuade would-be hunters from her true origins and tricks. Even if she were to be discovered by someone who wishes her ill-will they may go barking up the wrong den this way.
Yuki’s voice is rather soft and barely contains a trace of an accent – though she finds it rather simple to perform one. Typically she mimics the accent of those around her, and thusly has a small British accent for the time being.
Yuki typically wears her glasses – though they are purely for fashion’s sake. When it’s warm she’ll wear jeans and a tank top, when it’s cool she wears a jacket over top – but it’s largely the same outfit no matter the weather. If she is unsure of the weather she may tie a plaid shirt around her waist – putting it on as her comfort level dictates. Her shoes range about as much as her outfits. She has a couple pairs of the same shoes that she likes and in the colder rainier days she has a pair of rain boots that she has taken a liking to.
Yuki’s hair falls down to around her upper back and rarely has anything done to it – though on some sunnier days Yuki can be seen wearing an old ball cap.
Yuki has a few tattoos, one of a fox on the back of her right thigh, on her back she has a depiction of the Great Wave off Kanagawa. She also sports a sleeve on her left arm of assorted works.
Yuki’s voice is rather soft and barely contains a trace of an accent – though she finds it rather simple to perform one. Typically she mimics the accent of those around her, and thusly has a small British accent for the time being.
Yuki typically wears her glasses – though they are purely for fashion’s sake. When it’s warm she’ll wear jeans and a tank top, when it’s cool she wears a jacket over top – but it’s largely the same outfit no matter the weather. If she is unsure of the weather she may tie a plaid shirt around her waist – putting it on as her comfort level dictates. Her shoes range about as much as her outfits. She has a couple pairs of the same shoes that she likes and in the colder rainier days she has a pair of rain boots that she has taken a liking to.
Yuki’s hair falls down to around her upper back and rarely has anything done to it – though on some sunnier days Yuki can be seen wearing an old ball cap.
Yuki has a few tattoos, one of a fox on the back of her right thigh, on her back she has a depiction of the Great Wave off Kanagawa. She also sports a sleeve on her left arm of assorted works.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Artistic ♦ Intelligent ♦ Consuming ♦ Sexual ♦
Yuki is typically rather polite and focused in on her own artistic goals and realizing them. Her identity as a Kitsune comes second to her identity as an artist. As such she enjoys the company of those who also appreciate art, especially tattoos as that has quickly overtaken watercolours for her favourite form of artistic expression. She is rather consumed by art, bringing it into most conversations or thinking about it whenever she has off time. When she isn’t tattooing she is photographing. She runs a Pinterest page that she is much too proud of.
Yuki likes wine as much as any girl who appears to be in her late twenties but is much closer to being twenty centuries old does. She tends to drink it a bottle a day, she heavily dislikes red wine however only drinking white wine. She tends to imagine herself eventually settling down with someone, though she has no idea who or what. That being said, she hasn’t slowed down just yet and is consistently waking up beside other women. When Yuki isn’t drinking, sleeping, drawing or taking photos she can typically be found going for walks or finding somewhere nice and secluded to spend some time, like rooftops and creeks.
On an off day Yuki typically just refuses to speak. Communicating with unclear hand gestures and grunts. Unsurprisingly, this is also how she acts whilst hungover.
Yuki likes wine as much as any girl who appears to be in her late twenties but is much closer to being twenty centuries old does. She tends to drink it a bottle a day, she heavily dislikes red wine however only drinking white wine. She tends to imagine herself eventually settling down with someone, though she has no idea who or what. That being said, she hasn’t slowed down just yet and is consistently waking up beside other women. When Yuki isn’t drinking, sleeping, drawing or taking photos she can typically be found going for walks or finding somewhere nice and secluded to spend some time, like rooftops and creeks.
On an off day Yuki typically just refuses to speak. Communicating with unclear hand gestures and grunts. Unsurprisingly, this is also how she acts whilst hungover.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ White Wine
✔ Art
✔ Greasy Food
✔ Seclusion
✔ Old movies
✔ Culture
✔ Attention (One person at a time though)
✔ Fuzzy clothing
✔ Fireplaces
✔ Poorly Written/Acted Soap Operas (as a comedy)
✘ Bravado
✘ Crowds
✘ Small Portions
✘ Intolerance
✘ Electronic Music
✘ The Russian Language (It sounds ‘gross’)
✘ Eisenstein Films
✘ Bears (Irrational fear)
✔ Art
✔ Greasy Food
✔ Seclusion
✔ Old movies
✔ Culture
✔ Attention (One person at a time though)
✔ Fuzzy clothing
✔ Fireplaces
✔ Poorly Written/Acted Soap Operas (as a comedy)
✘ Bravado
✘ Crowds
✘ Small Portions
✘ Intolerance
✘ Electronic Music
✘ The Russian Language (It sounds ‘gross’)
✘ Eisenstein Films
✘ Bears (Irrational fear)
| History |
Yuki stumbled in on a rainy day into a home already housing five children. They adopted her without question. After all, it was the thirteenth century how could one not adopt a poor young girl. She barely spoke English after all and while she seemed rather beautiful – she was in rough shape. “Mama too mean.” They remembered her saying when she had first entered the house. The Young’s assumed she was a refugee of some sorts. A war in the East, the poor thing. They cleaned her, taught her English.
Yuki is a trickster. There is no two ways about it.
But, the Young’s were different. They were kind, they taught her perspective. They taught her art. They did not deserve their fate, she believed that above all else. Their daughters treated her like a sister and their sons defended her honour as if she was one of them.
One day, in a market she stole a loaf of bread, she intended to use it to cook her ‘mother’ and ‘father’ a meal that night. A nice stew that she had been given on her first night with the Young’s. They were innocent really, Yuki was already older than the seven of them combined. Yet, somehow she was so unrefined, so immature. She didn’t think of consequences, of implications when she lay her hands on the loaf. She didn’t think about the Young’s in the way they surely thought of her every day.
She gripped the loaf and a balding man around the age of forty grabbed her shoulder. Before she could open her mouth he spun her around and his meaty fist found her jaw.
She’d later admit that while he wasn’t the most powerful man she had ever come across he simply had the best right hook. The thing about a Kitsune is that when put unconscious they typically do not maintain their illusions. At first, men shouted at the merchant. ‘How dare you lay a hand on a woman’, they would cry. At first, perhaps, they were right. But Yukiko was no woman. Her form quickly betrayed the trust of the small town and the Young’s.
By the time she regained consciousness she was being tied to a boulder. “The witch would drown or she’d be a witch, one way ta be sure.” They’d rationalize. It was already too late for the Young’s. A young Asian girl staying in a home at this time period simply did not go unnoticed. Before they’d get Yuki she was a fox. And then she was gone. She escaped that night, but the Young’s most certainly did not. She had warned them when they first met but perhaps even if she hadn’t been speaking in riddles they wouldn’t have heeded her warning.
She had another name once upon a time. Tamamo-no-Mae. Named after the Kitsune of legend. While she isn't quite up to her standards she seemed to be living up the her namesake. Destruction followed where she tread.
As she ran she spoke between breaths. “Mama too mean.” She said, as if to embarrass herself. She was no legend, she was a poor mimicry of one. It was the last time she’d use an anagram. The last time she’d stop and wait in a place like that. The last time she’d allow herself to get close. The last time the Young’s would see their children. The last time… Yukiko ran, and she hasn’t truly stopped yet.
Yuki is a trickster. There is no two ways about it.
But, the Young’s were different. They were kind, they taught her perspective. They taught her art. They did not deserve their fate, she believed that above all else. Their daughters treated her like a sister and their sons defended her honour as if she was one of them.
One day, in a market she stole a loaf of bread, she intended to use it to cook her ‘mother’ and ‘father’ a meal that night. A nice stew that she had been given on her first night with the Young’s. They were innocent really, Yuki was already older than the seven of them combined. Yet, somehow she was so unrefined, so immature. She didn’t think of consequences, of implications when she lay her hands on the loaf. She didn’t think about the Young’s in the way they surely thought of her every day.
She gripped the loaf and a balding man around the age of forty grabbed her shoulder. Before she could open her mouth he spun her around and his meaty fist found her jaw.
She’d later admit that while he wasn’t the most powerful man she had ever come across he simply had the best right hook. The thing about a Kitsune is that when put unconscious they typically do not maintain their illusions. At first, men shouted at the merchant. ‘How dare you lay a hand on a woman’, they would cry. At first, perhaps, they were right. But Yukiko was no woman. Her form quickly betrayed the trust of the small town and the Young’s.
By the time she regained consciousness she was being tied to a boulder. “The witch would drown or she’d be a witch, one way ta be sure.” They’d rationalize. It was already too late for the Young’s. A young Asian girl staying in a home at this time period simply did not go unnoticed. Before they’d get Yuki she was a fox. And then she was gone. She escaped that night, but the Young’s most certainly did not. She had warned them when they first met but perhaps even if she hadn’t been speaking in riddles they wouldn’t have heeded her warning.
She had another name once upon a time. Tamamo-no-Mae. Named after the Kitsune of legend. While she isn't quite up to her standards she seemed to be living up the her namesake. Destruction followed where she tread.
As she ran she spoke between breaths. “Mama too mean.” She said, as if to embarrass herself. She was no legend, she was a poor mimicry of one. It was the last time she’d use an anagram. The last time she’d stop and wait in a place like that. The last time she’d allow herself to get close. The last time the Young’s would see their children. The last time… Yukiko ran, and she hasn’t truly stopped yet.
| Family |
No one notable.
| Strengths |
- Yuki can Shift her form into that of a fox or hide her tails, appearing as a regular human
- Yuki is a very gifted artist
- Yuki can drain the life force of someone through sexual contact – be that kissing or otherwise. This transfer can also be reversed, healing rather than hurting.
| Weaknesses |
- A devout induvial can see through Yuki’s illusions
- Yuki is typically rather careless
- She is physically weak compared to most occult
The Other
| Theme Song |
Hand in Hand – Beatsteaks Covered by AnnenMayKantereit
”She follows me down to where I go
Not pulling a chain not feeling low
Don't wake me up
I can't relate to any other song today”
”She follows me down to where I go
Not pulling a chain not feeling low
Don't wake me up
I can't relate to any other song today”
| House Number |
Faraday Court 30B
| Extra Information |
Art lover, anagram hater. The name of Yukiko no Abe was taken from someone in her past and has since been changed to simply Yukiko Abe in order to confrom to modern Japanese naming standards.
Okay. That should be finished but if I missed something please let me know @McHaggis. Also if anyone knows about Kitsune lore I'd love to see if you can pick out the references to some of it's smaller details in the CS ^^
Anyway I'm always open to feedback!
