Yuyu

Yui "Yuyu" Tanaka 🧍 Appearance: Age (when she died): 19

Height: 5'2" (157 cm)

Build: Petite and chubby-curvy with soft features

Hair: Long, straight black hair with blunt bangs

Eyes: Pale ghostly white when in ghost form; dark brown in life

Skin: Cool, pale tone — almost bluish in dim light

Style: Alt-fashion and Yami Kawaii (sick-cute); oversized graphic t-shirts (often horror-themed), plaid skirts, leg warmers, platform boots, and sometimes a surgical mask with creepy-cute prints

Aura: Trails of pale ectoplasm float around her faintly. When angry or sad, her presence chills the air and flickers the lights.

💀 Personality: In Life: Sweet but introverted, a little awkward, and obsessed with horror media and indie music. She had trouble opening up but cared deeply for those close to her.

In Death: Still kind, but more confident in her ghostly form. Embraces her haunting style with flair and a touch of sass. Keeps her loneliness hidden behind her cool, creepy aesthetic.

Overall: Adorably spooky. She wants to connect, but she’s scared of being forgotten or passed over—again.

🌸 Traits: Emotionally sensitive, picks up on others’ moods

Loyal and protective to the people she’s attached to

Aesthetic-obsessed — she still decorates her haunt to match her vibe

Expresses emotion through flickering lights or small poltergeist activity

🎀 Quirks: Collects plushies and ghost-themed accessories (still guards her favorite plush)

Can’t pass a mirror without checking her “look” (even in death)

Hums creepy lullabies when wandering at night

Glitches technology near her when nervous

Leaves faint heart-shaped ectoplasm smudges when feeling affectionate

👻 Backstory: Yui Tanaka was just another quiet girl in a crowded city. She lived alone in a tiny apartment, spending her days working part-time at a manga café and her nights watching horror films, sketching spooky art, and browsing alt fashion forums.

She was sweet, but kept to herself — too often overlooked, too rarely seen for who she was. Her only solace was in curating her identity through clothes and music… and in her dream of one day becoming a fashion designer for the weird and wonderful.

One rainy night, a tragic accident ended her life in that very apartment. The world moved on — her online friends assumed she ghosted, and no one came looking for her until it was far too late.

But Yui didn’t move on.

Now, she haunts her apartment not out of rage, but sadness — a lonely ghost girl lingering where her dreams died. She calls herself “Yuyu” now, a name that feels like a hug and a shiver. She lingers in liminal spaces, still dressing cute, still hoping someone will notice her… and maybe remember her name.