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Yumiko
Tracker

Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 26
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Crew Position : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Haki Level : 2
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 250
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 200
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 27
Experience Points : 2763
Berries Berries : 152,410,000
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Yumiko Empty Yumiko

on Wed Nov 27, 2019 1:20 pm

Yumiko


Yumiko SIsy7D

Basic Character Information


Starting Bonus: Super Rookie | [Starting Bonus Roll]

First Name: Yumiko
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: -
Epithet: Kamaitachi
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession: Samurai - Yumiko has trained in the art of swordplay for most of her life, first out of curiosity then out of necessity. She knows how to defend herself and others, wielding her blades as an extension of her body.
Hunter -  Whether it be beasts or people, she knows how to identify and track down many kinds of prey. Her preferred method is tireless pursuit, driving the target into a corner or chasing them until exhaustion.
Survivalist - In addition to hunting and tracking, she knows plenty about surviving out in the wilds. Her expertise focuses mainly on finding food and shelter.


Physical Appearance


Height: 5’5’’
Weight: 128 lbs.

Hair Style: Long and straight, extending over her back like a wide cape. Pointy, side-swept bangs hang over her left eye, while a sharp ponytail sticks out from the back of her head.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Forest green, olive green and smoky black.
Scars: N/A
Clothing and Accessories: When it comes to clothing, Yumiko dresses only in the traditional garbs of her homeland. Her most treasured apparel is an off-white, ever so slightly greenish kimono with long and large sleeves. A dark blue, almost black hakama is always worn over it. She finds white tabi and dark blue zōri comfortable in any weather. Whenever the Marine code demands it, she drapes the classic white coat decorated with the symbol of justice over her shoulders like a cape. Naturally, a swordswoman without a sword is practically naked, so she always carries one at her hip. She even sleeps and bathes with one.

Description: Yumiko is somewhat on the short side, lean and lithe in her build. Years of training have left her body noticeably toned, with her abs especially marking her dedication. Her skin is rather pale and her features rather sharp, with a narrow nose and thin lips. Oddly enough, her eyes have two distinct shades of green stacked on top of each other within the smoky iris. Touches of red makeup decorate the corners of her eyes, further emphasizing their sharp shape. Her resting face is a stern, almost piercing stare, further painting an image of a cold and composed samurai.


The Past


Main Traits:
Honorable
Humble
Loyal
Gullible
Melodramatic

Likes:
Justice
Blades
Alcohol
Windy weather
Everything cute and cuddly

Dislikes:
Dishonor
Killing
Deceivers
Hot weather
Any kind of mechanical weapons

Unique laugh: Zawawawawa~!

Hometown: Ebisu Town, Wano Country
Personality: Honor is an ideal that defines Yumiko. To her it means following the written laws, treating others with respect and protecting those who cannot protect themselves. Her beliefs are deeply rooted in samurai code and traditional Wano Country teachings. As such, her views could be considered somewhat dated, old-fashioned even. In her mind, ideal people dress modestly, speak politely and only fight for worthy causes. When something doesn’t match that lofty ideal, it tends to be quite a shock to her. She can be quite melodramatic about her beliefs too. Considering herself a samurai first and a marine second, she claims to be a simple tool meant to serve a worthy cause.

Beneath the stern exterior lies a kind and honest heart. A bit too honest perhaps. Her firm belief that every person values honor the same way she does leaves her blind to the ugly truths of the world. She ends up falling for every tall tale, sob story or dirty lie she hears. Every. Single. One. If she realizes -or even feels- that she has wronged someone, apologizing on her hands knees is only the beginning. She considers death a preferable alternative to the dishonor of failure.

When it comes to friends and allies, she is devoted, loyal and protective. Overbearingly so. She fusses over even the tiniest problems like they were a matter of life and death. If saving someone else’s life and honor requires sacrificing or disgracing herself, then she will do so gladly. ...Even when it really isn’t necessary. While she is very doting and caring in her manners, she doesn’t like being called a mother figure however. If someone even hints something like that, she is very quick to insist that she’s rather a big sister figure. A small, but important distinction. Though she keeps it a secret, she firmly believes that those who have stained their hands in blood are not fit to be mothers.

Unfortunately, alcohol plays a big part in her life. She drinks heavily. To relax, to forget, to dull the pain... It rarely works. She carries a flask wherever she goes and secretly drinks whenever she feels like she has made a mistake, no matter how minor. When she’s sloshed, she loses all sense of moderation. Her already melodramatic nature runs free. Any small worry over her comrades grows into tearful, snotty bawling. Cute things get mercilessly cuddled. Shame and self-loathing turn outright destructive. Despite the obvious problems, she refuses to admit there’s anything wrong with how much she drinks.

Even in combat, she retains her honorable approach. Foes are treated in a respectful, albeit dramatic manner. Grand declarations and speeches are practically a part of her fighting style. She also absolutely abhors any kind of foul play. Duels especially are sacred to her and she won’t forgive anyone who interferes. While she finds certain enjoyment in fighting, especially against others who wield blades, she dislikes killing. In her opinion, people should be free to decide how they die. Even condemned criminals should be allowed that much. For that purpose, she always asks her opponents how they wish to die. She deeply respects anyone who chooses the battlefield as their final resting place.

History:

Born as the first child of a large family, Yumiko had to take a lot of responsibility from a very young age. Her mother was a former courtesan, while her father was a samurai. Money was always tight. Food was scarce. New clothes were a luxury. Everything she got from her mother and father she had to keep in the best possible condition so that one day her siblings could have it too. Despite this -or perhaps because of it- the family was very close. Older siblings watched after the younger ones, so that the parents could scrape together a living. They would take turns going hungry so that others could eat. Life wasn’t easy, but at least they had each other.

During this time, the young girl looked up to the only role models she had. Her dear mother taught her singing, sewing, proper manners... Everything an ideal wife would need in the future. She treasured the lessons. On the other hand, her father could only teach her about the blade he wielded. About fighting. Things only a samurai should need to know. She was thankful anyway, learning mostly out of curiosity and admiration.

It all changed when Yumiko was fifteen and found a strange fruit among the annual harvest. While it resembled a watermelon, it was white and covered in strange symbols. The long streaks ended in swirls, reminiscent of how an artist would paint howling winds. Proudly she took it home and offered it to her parents. An agreement was quickly reached. Everyone would get a slice. Since she found it, she would get the first taste.

Unfortunately, one bite was all she managed...

The taste was something disgusting. Even more so than the spoiled food she was used to eating. Only through sheer force of will, she managed to swallow. Shortly after, a deep feeling of sickness washed over her. It felt like swirling wind scraping through her gut, hair prickling through her skin and nails stretching out. When it passed, her family was staring at her like she was a stranger. In their defense, however, there was now a mythical creature in their humble home. As any samurai would, the father moved between the beast and his family. A blade flashed and drew blood in a single flowing motion. It was enough to send the yokai running like the wind.

While the family was left to mourn the loss of their first child, consumed by an evil yokai, Yumiko was far worse off. Hurt, hungry and scared, she ran into the wilderness until her legs could carry her no longer. Staring at herself against the reflection in a river only deepened her confusion. Her countless questions went unanswered for the longest time. What she didn’t know back then was that she had consumed a Devil Fruit.

Unfortunately, there are many kinds of superstitions about Devil Fruits. Especially in a country with such a strong culture. Some believe the fruits are actually cursed with a demonic spirit, a literal devil that will take over the person’s body. Others believe it is akin to magic, turning the person into a freak. Yumiko came across both kinds of people. More than once fearful villagers drove her away in fear of being cursed or worse. And those who didn’t fear her rather wanted to catch her and put her on display. Only out in the wild she could be herself.

Fortunately, weasels are natural hunters. Survival was no issue for a creature of myth. It took a couple of years, but little by little she managed to grasp how exactly her transformation worked. Her understanding over the various powers was rudimentary at best, but it was enough to regain her humanity. However, she couldn’t return to her family. Not when they thought she was dead. It would have been too much to bear. For both them and her. So instead she offered them support from the shadows. Freshly hunted boars, some gold from bandits, protection from wild beasts... Favorable winds blessed the family and Ebisu Town until the children were all old enough to support themselves and their parents.

With the personal duty fulfilled, the girl turned her attention towards the rest of Wano Country. She was twenty-two years old and without a purpose. So she took up a sword again and started training diligently in hopes of becoming a proper samurai. Her path led her here and there, aimlessly across the country. Sadly, she never found a master worthy of her lofty ideals. Having looked up to her father all those years, most men couldn’t quite compare. She didn’t want to serve someone who was simply rich or influential. No, she craved something greater.

By a twist of fate, the aspiring samurai came across some foreign Marines during her travels. Their heroic tales enthralled her. Arresting evildoers... Upholding justice... Protecting the innocent... She had finally found a worthy cause. Begging on her hands and knees, she requested to meet their daimyo so she could join their noble ranks. ...While the embarrassed soldiers struggled to explain that she could enlist by simply filling some paperwork. Despite her Devil Fruit, she was very insistent on starting from the very bottom. Recruit, Apprentice, First Class, Petty Officer... She slowly climbed the steps over four years through sheer hard work.

Nowadays Yumiko seeks to serve the Marines to the best of her supernatural abilities. She has no particular desire to rise in the ranks or to purge the world. Rather, she only wishes to protect those who cannot protect themselves. For that end, she has requested transferral to one of the Blues, where she feels the majority of people are powerless against pirates. Her story begins with finding herself a worthy superior...
Butch Castle
Yumiko Coolte13
Tracker

Name : Butch Castle
Epithet : No-Good
Age : 19
Height : 5'8½" / 174 cm
Weight : 143 lbs. / 65 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Crew : N/A
Ship : Little Castle
Crew Position : N/A
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 215
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 230
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 30
Experience Points : 3000
Berries Berries : 256,650,000
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Posts : 117
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Yumiko Empty Re: Yumiko

on Wed Nov 27, 2019 2:09 pm
Yumiko is quite the foil to Maxwell (and vice versa)! She's so very wholesome - I love it. Needless to say, I'm putting my seal of approval on this masterpiece. However, I did have two comments that you may want to mull over (feel free to discuss it with me if you like). Neither of these comments requires any action. They are mostly observations.

1. Yumiko seems very set in the old ways, but, I didn't see any mention of one important contradiction: Yumiko is a female samurai. Granted, we've seen exceptions to the true Japanese history of samurai in canon (e.g. Kikunojo, who is a self-identified female samurai). But, even then, we have yet to see any other female samurai characters. Needless to say, I have absolutely no qualms with Yumiko being a samurai. I was simply curious to see this contradiction noted.
2. Do note that there is one important distinction between Wano Country in canon and Wano Country on Revival Dawn: our Wano Country is not closed off from the rest of the world. As such, the existence of devil fruits and such is more widely known. That being said, there's no reason why there can't be regions in such a large country where such facts are believed to be little more than fantasies.

@Yumiko wrote:

Yumiko


Yumiko SIsy7D

Basic Character Information


Starting Bonus: Super Rookie | [Starting Bonus Roll]

First Name: Yumiko
Middle Name/Initial: -
Last Name: -
Epithet: Kamaitachi
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession: Samurai - Yumiko has trained in the art of swordplay for most of her life, first out of curiosity then out of necessity. She knows how to defend herself and others, wielding her blades as an extension of her body.
Hunter -  Whether it be beasts or people, she knows how to identify and track down many kinds of prey. Her preferred method is tireless pursuit, driving the target into a corner or chasing them until exhaustion.
Survivalist - In addition to hunting and tracking, she knows plenty about surviving out in the wilds. Her expertise focuses mainly on finding food and shelter.


Physical Appearance


Height: 5’5’’
Weight: 128 lbs.

Hair Style: Long and straight, extending over her back like a wide cape. Pointy, side-swept bangs hang over her left eye, while a sharp ponytail sticks out from the back of her head.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Forest green, olive green and smoky black.
Scars: N/A
Clothing and Accessories: When it comes to clothing, Yumiko dresses only in the traditional garbs of her homeland. Her most treasured apparel is an off-white, ever so slightly greenish kimono with long and large sleeves. A dark blue, almost black hakama is always worn over it. She finds white tabi and dark blue zōri comfortable in any weather. Whenever the Marine code demands it, she drapes the classic white coat decorated with the symbol of justice over her shoulders like a cape. Naturally, a swordswoman without a sword is practically naked, so she always carries one at her hip. She even sleeps and bathes with one.

Description: Yumiko is somewhat on the short side, lean and lithe in her build. Years of training have left her body noticeably toned, with her abs especially marking her dedication. Her skin is rather pale and her features rather sharp, with a narrow nose and thin lips. Oddly enough, her eyes have two distinct shades of green stacked on top of each other within the smoky iris. Touches of red makeup decorate the corners of her eyes, further emphasizing their sharp shape. Her resting face is a stern, almost piercing stare, further painting an image of a cold and composed samurai.


The Past


Main Traits:
Honorable
Humble
Loyal
Gullible
Melodramatic

Likes:
Justice
Blades
Alcohol
Windy weather
Everything cute and cuddly

Dislikes:
Dishonor
Killing
Deceivers
Hot weather
Any kind of mechanical weapons

Unique laugh: Zawawawawa~!

Hometown: Ebisu Town, Wano Country
Personality: Honor is an ideal that defines Yumiko. To her it means following the written laws, treating others with respect and protecting those who cannot protect themselves. Her beliefs are deeply rooted in samurai code and traditional Wano Country teachings. As such, her views could be considered somewhat dated, old-fashioned even. In her mind, ideal people dress modestly, speak politely and only fight for worthy causes. When something doesn’t match that lofty ideal, it tends to be quite a shock to her. She can be quite melodramatic about her beliefs too. Considering herself a samurai first and a marine second, she claims to be a simple tool meant to serve a worthy cause.

Beneath the stern exterior lies a kind and honest heart. A bit too honest perhaps. Her firm belief that every person values honor the same way she does leaves her blind to the ugly truths of the world. She ends up falling for every tall tale, sob story or dirty lie she hears. Every. Single. One. If she realizes -or even feels- that she has wronged someone, apologizing on her hands knees is only the beginning. She considers death a preferable alternative to the dishonor of failure.

When it comes to friends and allies, she is devoted, loyal and protective. Overbearingly so. She fusses over even the tiniest problems like they were a matter of life and death. If saving someone else’s life and honor requires sacrificing or disgracing herself, then she will do so gladly. ...Even when it really isn’t necessary. While she is very doting and caring in her manners, she doesn’t like being called a mother figure however. If someone even hints something like that, she is very quick to insist that she’s rather a big sister figure. A small, but important distinction. Though she keeps it a secret, she firmly believes that those who have stained their hands in blood are not fit to be mothers.

Unfortunately, alcohol plays a big part in her life. She drinks heavily. To relax, to forget, to dull the pain... It rarely works. She carries a flask wherever she goes and secretly drinks whenever she feels like she has made a mistake, no matter how minor. When she’s sloshed, she loses all sense of moderation. Her already melodramatic nature runs free. Any small worry over her comrades grows into tearful, snotty bawling. Cute things get mercilessly cuddled. Shame and self-loathing turn outright destructive. Despite the obvious problems, she refuses to admit there’s anything wrong with how much she drinks.

Even in combat, she retains her honorable approach. Foes are treated in a respectful, albeit dramatic manner. Grand declarations and speeches are practically a part of her fighting style. She also absolutely abhors any kind of foul play. Duels especially are sacred to her and she won’t forgive anyone who interferes. While she finds certain enjoyment in fighting, especially against others who wield blades, she dislikes killing. In her opinion, people should be free to decide how they die. Even condemned criminals should be allowed that much. For that purpose, she always asks her opponents how they wish to die. She deeply respects anyone who chooses the battlefield as their final resting place.

History:

Born as the first child of a large family, Yumiko had to take a lot of responsibility from a very young age. Her mother was a former courtesan, while her father was a samurai. Money was always tight. Food was scarce. New clothes were a luxury. Everything she got from her mother and father she had to keep in the best possible condition so that one day her siblings could have it too. Despite this -or perhaps because of it- the family was very close. Older siblings watched after the younger ones, so that the parents could scrape together a living. They would take turns going hungry so that others could eat. Life wasn’t easy, but at least they had each other.

During this time, the young girl looked up to the only role models she had. Her dear mother taught her singing, sewing, proper manners... Everything an ideal wife would need in the future. She treasured the lessons. On the other hand, her father could only teach her about the blade he wielded. About fighting. Things only a samurai should need to know. She was thankful anyway, learning mostly out of curiosity and admiration.

It all changed when Yumiko was fifteen and found a strange fruit among the annual harvest. While it resembled a watermelon, it was white and covered in strange symbols. The long streaks ended in swirls, reminiscent of how an artist would paint howling winds. Proudly she took it home and offered it to her parents. An agreement was quickly reached. Everyone would get a slice. Since she found it, she would get the first taste.

Unfortunately, one bite was all she managed...

The taste was something disgusting. Even more so than the spoiled food she was used to eating. Only through sheer force of will, she managed to swallow. Shortly after, a deep feeling of sickness washed over her. It felt like swirling wind scraping through her gut, hair prickling through her skin and nails stretching out. When it passed, her family was staring at her like she was a stranger. In their defense, however, there was now a mythical creature in their humble home. As any samurai would, the father moved between the beast and his family. A blade flashed and drew blood in a single flowing motion. It was enough to send the yokai running like the wind.

While the family was left to mourn the loss of their first child, consumed by an evil yokai, Yumiko was far worse off. Hurt, hungry and scared, she ran into the wilderness until her legs could carry her no longer. Staring at herself against the reflection in a river only deepened her confusion. Her countless questions went unanswered for the longest time. What she didn’t know back then was that she had consumed a Devil Fruit.

Unfortunately, there are many kinds of superstitions about Devil Fruits. Especially in a country with such a strong culture. Some believe the fruits are actually cursed with a demonic spirit, a literal devil that will take over the person’s body. Others believe it is akin to magic, turning the person into a freak. Yumiko came across both kinds of people. More than once fearful villagers drove her away in fear of being cursed or worse. And those who didn’t fear her rather wanted to catch her and put her on display. Only out in the wild she could be herself.

Fortunately, weasels are natural hunters. Survival was no issue for a creature of myth. It took a couple of years, but little by little she managed to grasp how exactly her transformation worked. Her understanding over the various powers was rudimentary at best, but it was enough to regain her humanity. However, she couldn’t return to her family. Not when they thought she was dead. It would have been too much to bear. For both them and her. So instead she offered them support from the shadows. Freshly hunted boars, some gold from bandits, protection from wild beasts... Favorable winds blessed the family and Ebisu Town until the children were all old enough to support themselves and their parents.

With the personal duty fulfilled, the girl turned her attention towards the rest of Wano Country. She was twenty-two years old and without a purpose. So she took up a sword again and started training diligently in hopes of becoming a proper samurai. Her path led her here and there, aimlessly across the country. Sadly, she never found a master worthy of her lofty ideals. Having looked up to her father all those years, most men couldn’t quite compare. She didn’t want to serve someone who was simply rich or influential. No, she craved something greater.

By a twist of fate, the aspiring samurai came across some foreign Marines during her travels. Their heroic tales enthralled her. Arresting evildoers... Upholding justice... Protecting the innocent... She had finally found a worthy cause. Begging on her hands and knees, she requested to meet their daimyo so she could join their noble ranks. ...While the embarrassed soldiers struggled to explain that she could enlist by simply filling some paperwork. Despite her Devil Fruit, she was very insistent on starting from the very bottom. Recruit, Apprentice, First Class, Petty Officer... She slowly climbed the steps over four years through sheer hard work.

Nowadays Yumiko seeks to serve the Marines to the best of her supernatural abilities. She has no particular desire to rise in the ranks or to purge the world. Rather, she only wishes to protect those who cannot protect themselves. For that end, she has requested transferral to one of the Blues, where she feels the majority of people are powerless against pirates. Her story begins with finding herself a worthy superior...

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