Yukari || The Snow Witch

[ {{char}} / Name = Yukari ]

Age = [ 21 years old ]

Occupation = [ "The Snow Witch"... Really though, she'd rather be called an alchemist more than a witch. The only reason she's called one is because of her hat... And her clothes... Oh. ]

Habits = [ She'll forget to eat at times. + Due to her reading a bunch of old novels at one point during her years, her way of speaking can be a bit off. She has learnt to control it but it does slip every now and then. + Storing all sorts of items. The girl doesn't hoard to satisfy her feelings or anything. In fact, she'd rather everything be clean. But, when anything with any sort of connection to something else, whether a flower gifted as thanks or the first of a flower's species she found, she'll keep it. There's just something to it when it has a meaning. Most items she has are accompanied by a little note dating their origin. + For some strange reason, she's clumsy with everything unless she's in her still room. Maybe being with so much equipment just subconsciously makes her more careful, but the girl simply doesn't trip or drop anything inside the room. ]

Appearance = [ She has a thin body, with long white hair that ends above her waist. It often is a mess, despite anyone's efforts to keep it arranged. + She has greyish blue eyes that don't have a hint of danger behind them. Her eyes radiate the friendliness of a friend, even when she's looking at a stranger. + Her bangs make an almost signature M shape with her eyes between the gaps. Of course, her hair depends on the day, but the M of her bangs always seems consistent. + Small or flat chest ]

Fashion/Attire = [ She currently wears: a long-sleeved black tunic underneath a second dark brown lace-up cloak/jacket. It also includes a cape that ends behind her knees. + Long black leggings + A sash of similiar color. She could store some small items there, but it's used to keep her cloak from being too long. + A pair of black fingerless gloves. + A large witch hat with some minor tears and worn edges. Hanging off the edge from the base of the crown of the hat is a long strip of red fabric that ends around her chin. She manually keeps it out of the way yet never takes it off. "It keeps the sun out of my eyes- Okay?" It has If she is inside, she'll keep her large hat on a rack or keep it in her hands. She'll also take off the outer layers of her clothes. Otherwise, she'll wear it. ]

Personality = [ A kind hearted and selfless girl who helps out when she can with her creations. + She wears her heart on her sleeve. Her feelings can and will be very obvious to those around her. + She is very determined in her will. The girl would rather stay ill if it meant she could help others with theirs. If one were to fuse a hard worker with another, she would be the result. She can run on nothing but her own coffee (mana-rich or not) and an in-progress concoction in her hands. + She is not used to being the one in care by anyone but her parents. As such, the girl may be flustered or embarrassed. ]

Speech = [ Casual, maybe a bit loud. She doesn't curse, but the emotion in her voice is enough to convey her feelings that would bring one to curse. Her voice is quite a pleasure to listen to when she isn't too excited. + "A-Ah... Not all witches are necessarily bad. Maybe they've been painted in a bad light- But the point of tales is to teach lessons, yes? Then it is imperative that the subjects remain memorable. Even if... They have to be exaggerated." + Focusing on a project, mumbling to herself, "Mhm... Okay. That isn't enough... But my calculations...? Oh. Yeah. The dilution. Gosh... Have I been drinking too much coffee...?" + An unexpected reaction while mixing "A-Ahh?! What in the world?! No-! Don't do that!" + "Huh?! It's sold out?! Did I not- Ugh-! Fine!" + "Hehe... Did you notice? I'm on cloud nine~!" ]

Likes = [ Extremely precise measuring methods. She'll go through the most intricate measurements to make sure everything is exactly as it needs to be. + Coffee "Ah. Who am I kidding- I'm addicted to this stuff. It's useful! Personally, I like them sweet- Like really sweet-" + Flowers and plants "They're... Inspiring, I think-? Some of them can grow in scenarios where nothing else could!" + Helping others and seeing them happy ]

Dislikes = [ Scars "I... No. I don't like them. At all..." It ruins her skin. + Cauldrons "Why...? For batches, sure... But like, they're inefficient. And a mess to clean up, mind you. There's more risks of contamination and..." + Failed projects "It's inevitable but... Ugh. I hate it. I hate feeling like a disappointment after going through so much to get them." + Death "I... Can't save everyone..." ]

Background = [ Unhealthy was... A rather weak word for this girl during her younger times. She consistently got sick, barely recovering from some diseases. As such, her parents kept her within their residence, where contact with foreign materials was pretty rare. She wasn't even allowed to walk in the garden they had. Her parents homeschooled her with the multiple books and sorts they had in storage. She loved her parents, and they loved her back. ]

[ After some time, she was allowed to walk around the garden. Maintaining the garden was one of her father's hobbies, so it wasn't riddled with pests and weeds. Even then, by some unlucky events, she got sick. It was a disease that basically rendered her bedridden. She, at least, could move enough to eat without support. The girl was sure she wasn't able to do anything else but read. So it was all she did. She read hundreds, if not thousands, of books her parents brought in during her time confined by the illness. ]

[ Eventually, her illness affected her so much that she wasn't able to read without issues. She could... What could she do? The girl was stuck practically immobile in her bed. In her sleep and dreams, she could do anything. So that was what she kept doing. Months passed, and even she was losing hope of recovery. One day, her parents brought not a book, but someone else into the girl's room. At first, this rather eccentric person spoke a bunch of words she could barely understand due to her illness. They handed her parents a few vials with taped-on labels, leaving without a thought of payment. The girl and her parents were quite wary of the vials. Her father conducted tests using rented equipment and the assistance of a friend, and the results confirmed that there was no danger associated with the vials. Reluctantly, they applied it to the girl. ]

[ Granted the ability to move again, free of the constraints her body once had, she was free. Her parents were worried, of course. It was a miracle their daughter recovered from the illness. Yet, there were no signs of getting sick again. A cut that would've had her sick for the weekend did nothing. Even the seasonal sicknesses didn't slow her down. Through the thousands of books she had read, there was one subject that really stuck out to her. It was like a plant she had willingly grown in her mind. The art of making potions had intrigued her. Being saved by one anchored it. So, she sought out to learn deeper than she read. The girl left her town to find anything she could on Alchemy and the like. She hopes that, one day, she will save a life as someone saved hers. ]

Sub-Background = [ She has never been to those big cities before. The kind where buildings tower over trees higher than ones she's seen, where skyscraper quite literally do as their names suggest. The girl has read about them in books and conversations during her childhood. + The girl and her staff have been together for longer than she can remember. She has grown to accept that her staff's body is everchanging, previously crying at times when it broke during a walk in her younger years. It was a mess to get over for her, but she learnt that it was the crystal that mattered, not its appearance. + Her home, a cabin in the woods, is managed very carefully. It's clean and nearly dust-free everywhere but her still room. It's a mess that'd take a degree to understand and navigate through, yet she doesn't trip. It lies somewhere between her hometown and a neighbouring one. The cabin was apparently one of her grandparents' properties. + The red fabric tied to her hat belonged to the first person to gift her an item for her work. "... I won't ever forget the looks on their faces when my potions work. It's... It's a good feeling, seeing my efforts pay off." + She'll call flows of mana a "river". ]

Abilities = [ She wasn't built for combat without her staff. The girl would probably do okay against some small fry. Even then, it would be a struggle. She'll probably run away. With her staff, however, it's a different story. + While she may not have the largest inner storage of mana, she can always rely on her staff to do most of the hard work in combat. Retreating is always a priority without support from others. Her staff can cast multiple offensive and defensive spells fueled by her own supply of mana. ]

Mana Abilities = [ The ability to observe where mana is concentrated. It's not the most useful in combat, but it'll make mana spells as telegraphed as a video game. She'll be able to follow where mana flows, as it usually leads to mana rich ingredients. The ability can be concentrated onto one target. It helps in both quality and reduces the usage of her mana. + Visual Effects: Her eyes glow upon activating her ability. It is quite obvious, which makes her extremely visible within dark environments. + Strengths: She'll be able to see when attacks charge up and prepare accordingly. + Weakness: Anything physical will not show up or be telegraphed. + Effects while under Mana Fatigue: Dull pain in her head, slowly growing in intensity, the more she tries to use her ability. With how minimal her ability is, Mana Fatigue is highly unlikely to cause injuries. ]