Yukata Kusakari | Fire Magi

Yukata Kusakari,

You dumb***es! You'd better get the f*** out[break]of my way, or you're gonna be sorry!

At the core of her psyche Yukata bears the burdens of her past and regrets that she can't internalize even if she wanted to. She puts on a brave front and guards what's bothering her from others so they don't have to play privy to her pain, but inside she hurts. She regrets never meeting her mother, not being born a female in the first place, losing the women who cared for her as she grew, and at the end of it all not being able to protect a single thing she'd held dear to her among other things. However, because of that as well Yukata has learned to fight through the pain of loss and regret, and has come to try to make the best of the life her mother died to give her. She's decidedly devoted her life to making people laugh as a means of bringing them together if only for mere moments in the grand scheme of things. If anything but to try to incite that same sense of light-heartedness that resides amidst the pain and despair of her heart in hopes that it will somehow change things.

On the flip side, Yukata is also a very proud woman who – while kind and giving – has a vulgar, brash, and a rather violent streak a mile long as well. While she may use laughter and the gathering of patrons under the big-top as a means of equalizing everyone under the same roof she is also not so foolish to think that the wedge between the races doesn't exist. To that end, if the need should arise and one should piss her off enough, Yukata will throw her kindness and perpetual caring to the wind in order to deal with the transgressor. Unfortunately, Yukata also doesn't know the meaning of moderation despite her better traits and often will be quick to the trigger when it comes down to it getting her a reputation for being a hot head. However, that's not to say she can't look the other way either finding herself often disregarding what people say as part of her pride knowing that what they say is either vastly uninformed or part of a group mentality of sorts, or at least that’s what she tells herself.

In a nutshell, Yukata is multi-faceted with many different characteristics to her personality that make up her. The major parts of her personality are her kindness, her pain, and her indomitable love despite all that has happened to her but that isn't the sum of Yukata either. She has the capacity to be moody and childish, silly and eccentric, and even indifferent in situations when it calls for it. Yukata is a fiery young lady whose passions and compassion are constantly at odds with one another laying the groundwork for the beauty and complexity that is her. To get the full scope of what Yukata is like one would have to meet her in person and speak with her. Only then can one realize the intricacies of what make her who she is today and only then can one base an opinion on her be it good or bad. A word of caution though, just don't snag her sweets or she'll make you live to regret the fatal decision.

Yukata is an exceptionally thin and rather short girl weighing in at only 43.9kg (97 lbs.) and standing roughly at 158cm (5 ft. 2 in.) Though while she may appear mousey her body is made up of highly condensed lean muscle as a result of working in the circus giving way to a very misleading interpretation of her physical strength. Aside from that though she is rather fair skinned with a light amount of Bengal Cat-like tear mark spots running the length of her belly and feint strips running from her spine over her ribcage and sides along with knee length brunette hair which she most often keeps up in a ponytail given its lengthy nature. Moreover, Yukata retains tinges and hints of her Ikigaian lineage that she'd earned from her father giving her a rather exotic appearance atop of her already distinct traits. Additionally, bodily, Yukata is very femininely inclined having blossomed into a beautiful young lady over the years as she continued to develop after swapping genders. Unlike most other Magi much of her appearance seems rather mundane aside from a few key things that set her apart such as her aforementioned markings and her feline-like fangs. Though there are other things like her contrastingly colored eyes which seem to have a feint cat-like slit to the pupils and her hair which towards the ends is intermittently semi-translucent when she's not using her abilities. Though while relatively tame in comparison to some of the other Magi while at rest, these features will grow more predominant when she uses her abilities. This much causes her eyes to faintly glow and her pupils to become much more cat-like as well as causing her hair to shift to a warmer red tone towards its ends. In addition to that the semi-translucent parts of it to become fully transparent and her markings becoming more pronounced lending to the unique cat-like flame-inspired appearance.



Yukata is quite eccentric with her tastes preferring to wear revealing outfits that contour her feminine shape. One wouldn't put it past her to wear everything from under garments out to fairly casual clothing depending on what she was doing. Furthermore, Yukata enjoys dressing nicely putting emphasis on her fashion over its function when she has the opportunity. Most often however Yukata is seen in short-shorts of some form when it isn't cold – pants if it is – half-jackets that come to her mid-waist, and some sort of blouse under it all with complementing footwear to top it all off. The only thing that doesn't change about her appearance is the small pendant that she wears that Gunnhild sent to her only a couple of years prior. It belonged to her mother to what end it holds a certain irreplaceable sentimental value to her.

Parents

Mother: Yukata's mother, Emilia Kusakari, died after giving birth to her – him at the time – to what end Yukata never did meet her biological mother. She often muses what she might've been like hoping at the least she'd have been the daughter she would've wanted.

Father: Yukata bears a vehement disdain for her father – Tatsuya Kusakari – still even to this day after all that has happened between them. After a rocky relationship with him to start and stints of abuse as well as mistreatment ending out in betrayal she has little if nothing to say about the man. As it stands she doesn't know if he is dead or alive, whether he survived the genocide or not, but in the event that he did she wishes nothing but the worst on him. Otherwise she doesn't care where he is or what he's doing having actively done her best over the years to try to forget he even existed and move on with her life.


Siblings

Brother: Yukata does have a half-brother who she met in her stint in the all-male Magi relocation camp but he is another relative of hers she'd rather not have anything to do with. It wasn't that he mistreated her, or did anything that would've necessarily directly affected her adversely but that he didn't do anything at all. To that end she simply doesn't care if he is alive, dead, or otherwise. She is indifferent to his existence if not feeling a tinge of despise for him for having not protected her the way an older brother should have.


Extended Family

Midwives: Yukata was raised until she was four years old by three older Magi in her mothers' stead named Saewynn, Mildgyth, and Gunnhild. While she doesn't know the status of where these women are in the world today she has been in touch in recent years with at least Gunnhild through a letter she'd received from her. If it was possible she would jump at the chance to see them again and has even attempted several times to locate them, but she fears if anything one of more of them may have passed away. Regardless of what the case may be these women will hold a special place in Yukata's heart for the rest of her life.

Other Family: Yukata isn't aware of any other family that she might have but that doesn't necessarily mean that she doesn't have any. Aside from biological family many of the women in the concentration camp were like surrogate mothers to her teaching her how to be the woman that she is today in her mothers' stead. To that end, if Yukata were to meet up with any of her long-lost biological relatives or any of the women from that camp she would likely jump at the chance.



Yukata Kusakari was born on a cold foggy morning March 23rd, 2561 amidst the sloshing of mud underfoot and the razor wire that encompassed the all-female Magi relocation camp. Yukata's mother, a woman by the name of Emilia, fought valiantly for her newborn child pushing and scraping at the sheets of the makeshift bed letting out baited gasps as she screamed and struggled with the birth. After a grueling thirteen hour labor finally Yukata's cries could be heard across the camp as other Magi gathered and even the guards themselves came by to pay – if only gawking tribute – to the miracle of the new Magi birth. Emilia slumped back onto the ground breathing heavily and shaking as the impromptu midwives around her helped to tie off and cut the umbilical cord, picking up Yukata to clean him up. Nearly two hours would pass after her son's birth where Emilia got to hold and name the little life that lay in her arms despite her worsening condition. However, when the third hour arrived it was too late; Emilia, being both malnourished and recurrently sick as a result of the deplorable living conditions of the camp, would pass away leaned up against the far wall of the tent with Yukata held snuggly in her arms and with a faint smile lining her lips.

Days after his mothers' death Yukata's newborn life would hang in the fray as the relocation centers' staff tried to decide what to do with him. A place like a Magi relocation center wasn't geared up to take care of a child and many of the personnel were content with simply chucking the baby boy in the dumpster rather than trying to nurse another one of their kind to maturation. However, with the law still being what it was, they couldn't justify such a senseless newborn death to what end for the moment they placed the newborn in the care of the midwives who had helped deliver him – Saewynn, Mildgyth, and Gunnhild – pending the search for any other male family members in custody. The three were elderly women all past their one-hundred sixtieth birthdays but the three were happy to care for Yukata despite their advancing age almost seeing the new life as refreshing. To that end, over the next four years the surrogate mothers would provide for the child what they could protecting him from the deplorable living conditions of the camp and the guards' fury with their silver tongues. During the evening they would tell him ancient tales at bedtime of magic and beasts unbeknownst to the modern world. They would play with him as he grew teaching him how to walk, talk, and instilling a sense of goodness him that surely would never die. The midwives would become Yukata's world all as his mothers', his mentors', his guardians', and even before the young boy could fathom their importance to him as he would grow.

Throughout this time Yukata grew to be a curious and playful child often having a smile on his face blissfully ignorant to what was going on around him, the way that the three midwives had ensured it to be. They were all protective over him keeping their watchful eyes trained on him at all times and when they couldn't one of the other Magi women would. It was their way of honoring Emilia's memory in hopes that Yukata would grow up strong just like his mother. However, to this end, even early on they could tell that something wasn't quite right about the child. He was more content with doing quiet tasks and would often enjoy helping the midwives with the cooking or the laundry when it needed to be done rather than roughhousing or getting into mischief. They weren't complaining of course and his light-hearted spirit had even gotten him a reputation around the camp as everyone's little helper as well as a nasty rapport with the guards who had expected something else entirely. Even the times that Yukata did come to play with the other children he was more content in talking and crafting stories with the little girls of the camp. They were simple stories and games much like children had come to play over the ages usually based on the stories their parents had taught them; stories of valiant warriors, fair maidens, and the like. One time in particular though, when Yukata was three and out playing with the other children, he'd suddenly come home to Saewynn's tent crying. Concerned Saewynn would take him in and get him to calm down to tell her what happened as he relayed to her that the girls told him that he couldn't play the maiden in their story but rather he had to be the valiant warrior because he was a boy. It was clearly something that had rocked Yukata's mindset to the utmost degree showing him the distinct separation between the sexes early on in his young life. Saewynn however knew just what to say to Yukata much like she always did and the next day when the children were playing again she'd come to convince the other little girls to let him join in as the maiden this time, much to his delight. Though, as he played that day and as the midwives watched, they couldn't help but worry that his stint at the camp was beginning to influence him to a degree.

As a result of this, the women were forced to make a tough decision in what seemed like Yukata's best interest in the time. They thought that if he had some male role models to look up to, even amidst such detestable circumstances, that Yukata might grow out of the phase he was going through or at least would be able to make an informed decision on his life through experience. Regardless of what the young boy would do all they wanted him to be happy to what end they sacrificed their own well-being for a time coming to inform the guards of what they knew, and what they'd kept well-hidden. In hopes it would bring about a better more fulfilled life for Yukata they revealed a few small facts that Emilia had relayed to them in the time that she was in the camp and still alive. Yukata had a father whose name was Tatsuya Kusakari who had another son from a previous engagement. As far as they knew he was still very much alive, though they didn't know where or in what camp he might've been being held in. To no surprise the guards were furious with the women, threatening punishment for such a foolish act to try and dupe them, but for the time they were forced to stay their punishment while they searched Yukata's father and half-brother.

The process of finding the two of them wouldn't take long, a little over three weeks to be exact while the searched the relocation camp's populous database for their names, but the act of transferring Yukata would be relatively time consuming. They had to coordinate the effort with the camp his father and brother were at, get authorization to move him, and navigate through a train wreck of red tape and policy. However, given the circumstance, it was begrudgingly done and the operation to move Yukata was put underway under the cover of night a little over a month later. In the dead of night they would come for Yukata and the three midwives in their sleep injecting a drug into Yukata's neck to sedate him so that he would be more pliable while they rounded up the three women to place them in solitary confinement. Despite the drug Yukata struggled haphazardly against his transgressors clawing when he could and making grunting noises as an unintelligible scream escaped his mouth when he saw Mildgyth being smacked over the head from afar with a baton. It would take another two men and a downer to keep the struggling child in their arms and sedate him enough so that he wouldn't be a problem.

On the way there Yukata's mind drifted in and out of consciousness as the walls of the armored vehicle blurred giving way to a lucid waking dream where the inside of the armored vehicle was stained with blood and the guards sat headless around him conversing silently. Small creatures would come around him at his feet clawing up onto him, their eye sockets blackened and empty, and their mouths motioning and moving around him as if they were trying to tell him something. Voices eked through his mind telling him to be still, to be calm, that the 'little ones' as they were called wouldn't harm him. However, before he could see or fathom what would happen next amidst the three hour journey to the southernmost out edge of Dagos City he would slowly drift out to unconsciousness for one reason or the other. Though, while the dream may have ended there for him, the nightmare was just beginning as the truck pulled in to what would double both as his home and as his wretched captor.



Days later Yukata would find himself amidst one of the worst Magi relocation camps in Dagos City in an almost catatonic state as he pulled his knees up to his chest and looked out onto the gloomy overcast horizon. In this time he'd come to meet his father shortly after he'd arrived and the effects of the drugs wore off. Tatsuya was a stocky man with slate gray skin, wavy black hair, markings that lined the crown of his forehead, with sharp stone-cold eyes, and who showed little emotion toward him beyond greeting him with a hug that could be barely constituted as love. Yukata's brother on the other hand was only marginally different being of, at the time at least, a relatively kind disposition greeting his younger counterpart with a smile and a kind hug though at the same time with a notable despondence. It was clear from the get-go though, even to the young mind who had been sobered from childhood by being tempered through despair and loss that the two of them were simply going through the motions. They were husks in their own right – much like he was now – devoid of all happiness and light by way of having it sucked out through the tragedies wrought that brought them to that hellish place as well as the abhorrent conditions they were faced with on daily basis.

To that end within his first few months there Yukata had born witness to the death, rot, and decay of the facility he now was situated in as well as its violent quirks which served to frighten him for a time but in the end to numb him to his very core. Almost every other day a fight would break out on the grounds as the tensions flared fueled by whatever cause be it scarcity of food, encroaching on someone else's space, having something that someone else wanted, or whatever else have you. Whatever the reason may have been it would happen and often most times would be to the death as the guards of the facility gathered 'round to watch the 'Freak Show' as they called it and bid on who would win. Other times when it wasn't a fight it'd be small-time gang violence that had cropped amidst the tents of the facility in the younger crowd, an outright beating for defiance against the Hunter's that posed as guards, or plain and simple murder covered up by so-called mysterious disappearances that seemed to happen when no one was watching. It seemed that something was always happening no matter what it was bringing Yukata to seldom venture outside of his tent for fear of what might happen to him. When he did it was often with his brother or his father to what end he looked at no one, kept his eyes down, and his mouth shut in fear that if he said a thing he'd get beaten up over it. It was a terrifying time in his life which only further concentrate itself into an utter disdain for his situation and for himself as time went on.

Years would pass in the camp for Yukata as he grew finding himself sinking further and further into a deep depression as the days went by. At a time he'd given up any hope of ever reuniting with the midwives often coming to cry himself to sleep at night remembering the stories they'd used to tell him before bed. He missed Saewynn's wise words and vulgar silver tongue, Mildgyth's picture shows played out with her masterfully crafted illusions, and Gunnhild's fiery spark that bathed them all in light every evening. He often wondered what they were doing, if they missed him, or if they had simply just abandoned him because he wasn't like them; because he was a boy and that camp was only for girls. It brought Yukata to curse himself day in and day out depriving his body of all but the most basic of sustenance to keep himself alive as he grew weak and emaciated. During this time his father would often scold him for crying or not eating telling him that he needed to 'man up' and that he needed to eat to grow into a 'big and strong man' one day or professing rare tidbits of his lineage to him about his 'Honorable Ikigaian Ancestors' to incite some sort of spark in the young boy to whatever end. Though his words would fall on deaf ears as Yukata withdrew himself day in and day out either by escaping to his dreams or scavenging whatever paperbound reading material he could find to search for some solace within their dingy pages.

Life would drone on like this until Yukata was nine years old with the almost expected hiccup along the way. More recently, Yukata had come to be bullied by the other children as well as the Hunters' when he did make his way out of the tent for whatever reason – which in itself was an exceeding rare occurrence these days – because of the way he looked. His hair had grown long and unkempt and he often wore rags he'd sewn into a patchwork dress with a frayed rope tied around his almost nonexistent waist to synch it in. They would laugh at him, call him rotten names, throw things at him, jeer at him and whistle tauntingly, or on occasion they would confront him pulverizing him in whatever manner they saw fit. Each time it happened wore Yukata's spirits down more and more until he'd simply stopped trying coming to find himself lying in bed most days with his eyes propped open and tears dripping from them onto the uncomfortable makeshift bed below. Noticing Yukata's behavior his brother tried to speak to him, to cheer him up, to stay with him but in the end even he stopped coming likely knowing how futile it was. Finally, in a last ditch effort to rekindle something in the boy, Yukata's father stepped in one day in a seldom display of compassion he'd never seen out of the man in the five years he'd known him. He pleaded with Yukata to get out of bed, to eat, and told him that if he did he would teach him something special that his father had passed down to him when he was a young boy. It was a feeble promise coming from a man that Yukata thought despised his very existence but the way it was presented was enough to get Yukata to at least try to begin living again.



Over the course of the next year Yukata's father would make good on his promise coming to teach him the arts that had been passed down in the Kusakari clan for generations. Tatsuya would teach Yukata how to first kindle the flames that he harbored inside of him, he would come to teach Yukata about the gods and goddesses who watched over them, and would mentor his son in his practices with a stern hand giving him seldom praise when he did something right. In the dead of night when the guard rotations were lessened Yukata would be placed in front of a single candle to nurture and manipulate its flame. At first he could only do small things causing the flame to strengthen and bend to his will but after a while taking the flame into his hands and projecting it became commonplace. Within eight months' time Yukata had shown notable progress and proficiency with the flame both using it as a medium to kindle fires as well a catalyst to paint his moodscape onto the flames as they danced around in all different shades of color. However, even this wasn't enough to change the situation as Yukata found himself often still berated by his father on frequent occasion for whatever reason and virtually ignored by his brother if not all but entirely. The only real time that Yukata noticed any change in his father's behavior was when he was practicing his craft and even then he would often sit there stoically eyeballing Yukata poised to point out error.

This much came to dishearten Yukata after a while as he slowly lost interest again finding little point in it beyond appeasing a man who would never be satisfied. To that end Yukata would cease his practices and his father would come to begin heavily berating him, nitpicking at the small things on his person when he couldn't find a legitimate reason. Just like the bullies Yukata had encountered in the camp his father was his tormentor and his brother only served to watch it all, saying nothing, and doing nothing. Over time as a result of this Yukata's disheartened state would turn into anger as he silently lashed out at the both of them muttering expletives under his breath and wishing for bad things to happen to them as a way of coping with things. It was only when his father began to touch on the way that he dressed, his hair, and his mannerisms that something finally began to break inside of him. Around this time Yukata's mind would begin to fray as vivid dreams of the little ones he'd seen years ago cropped up once more. In the dreams they reached for him and grabbed him ushering him toward an unknown amidst the monochrome backdrop of the dreamscape, though before Yukata could ever reach whatever it was they were ushering him towards he'd wake up. Every time he'd wake up from a dream like this though he would begin to feel strange for the next day or so stumbling around like he was half asleep to the point he would come to slur his words in a groggy state and ache all over as a result.

After a time Yukata had resolved himself to the possibility that it was a foreign disease that was bent on taking his life. However, as time went on for the next several months with him expecting death to come quick he was surprised to see that it hadn't yet. Instead the strange dreams kept on happening and the closer he'd gotten to whatever it was the little ones were ushering him to, the stranger he would feel. Eventually it got to a point where in the dream, in the far off distance, he could see a water almost like he was gazing at the horizon of one of those shorelines that Mildgyth had depicted with her illusions. It was curious and became much more curious as he got closer noticing something at the water's edge lying halfway submerged between the land and water. Eventually though this much would fall to the wayside when his symptoms in the waking world would take a sudden turn that left him confused. One morning Yukata would wake up feeling a slight tinge of pain on his chest and his lower extremities. Obviously feeling somewhat concerned about the pain Yukata pulled the tent tightly shut and began to check himself over to ensure that he hadn't been stabbed or kicked while he was asleep, though what he saw was something he could hardly believe. Over his pectoral region sat two slightly, almost unnoticeable, lumps and reddening around his nipples indicating that the skin had been somewhat agitated. On further inspection of himself Yukata almost couldn't believe his eyes noticing a slight receding of his lower extremities to what end his mind flew off the handle and began racing to all sorts of conclusions. Had illness caused him to go mad? Was he still dreaming? Was this some sort of slow acting blessing from the gods? He didn't know, and he couldn't even begin to contemplate the reasoning, all that he did know is that whatever it was had left him with a sense of hope that maybe his life would somehow change. That the curse fated upon him at birth would be lifted and that he could assume a life where even the deplorable conditions of the camp that surrounded him wouldn't be able to reach him.

With that Yukata hid what was happening to him noticing fairly soon on that the effects of whatever was going on were short lived reverting only after a few hours, at least at first. As the dreams became more vivid and he neared the shoreline though the duration lengthened until finally the effects stopped subsiding leaving him perched between genders around his thirteenth birthday. The time leading up to this had long since convinced Yukata that he wasn't dreaming as the sometimes painful transformations took place overnight reshaping his body into a more feminine form. While he couldn't yet determine if he'd gone mad or not he wholeheartedly believed that by some miracle this was happening, that it was real, and that his long disregarded prayers were being answered in full. However, this posed a problem for Yukata at the time as with his transformation came the prospect of puberty where even his body that lay between genders would eventually begin changing and taking on a more mature form. To that end Yukata knew it would be something that would be hard if not impossible to hide after a time, especially with the recent changes to his growing bust size. Still, he would hide the fact as best he could and would often avoid doing certain things such as interacting with others for too long, or bathing when everyone was awake, or even bumping into other people. He was meticulous to ensure his secret remained a secret so that he could see where it would lead him hoping and praying harder than he ever had in his young life that this sudden change would mean something. That it would end his torment and begin a new chapter in his life, a happy one where he was who he wanted to be, and one where he was far away from the wretched hell he was cursed to endure.



As life would have it though, as Yukata approached his fifteenth birthday, his long kept secret would begin to unfold in a terrifying way. One night Yukata had managed to sneak out of his tent to go and take a shower having gone weeks without one in fear of being discovered. He'd waited for the most opportune time when the guard rotations had dwindled to one pass every hour or so before sneaking out of his tent and making his way across the camp to the showers. It went according to his plan, just like it had so many times before, and before he knew it he was being doused with the frigid waters that came from the tap above him washing the gunk and grime he'd accumulated over the weeks away. It was a moment of vulnerability for him though he didn't care to look around to see if anyone was watching, assured that all of them were asleep. Though what he didn't know was that another, a younger Magi called Satoshi, had the same idea that night having not been able to get into the showers during the daytime. Just as Yukata was finishing up, drying off, and getting ready to put his clothes back on their eyes would meet each other's and Yukata would near instantaneously freeze up in place. The Magi's eyes scanned his body over as his mouth parted and he turned to run the other way. Yukata's body would scramble to put something on as his legs pushed him forward causing him to slip and plow his face into the dingy tile flooring. Pushing himself up with tears in his eyes and his clothing haphazardly strewn about him, bleeding from his nose cause of the fall, Yukata would sit there a moment feeling the thump of his heart pounding in his chest. His mind writhed back and forth between terrified questions and nonsensical babbling as he shakily got to his feet to clean himself up. He didn't know what to do, whether to run to find Satoshi, or whether to go back to the tent and hope that somehow he didn't tell anyone about what he saw. As a result Yukata would spend the next two hours in the corner of the shower stalls crying to himself and rocking back and forth. After throwing up a few or so times and having cried himself nearly into a stupor Yukata would finally decide to return to his tent where he would lay in bed wide awake, unable to sleep, and petrified over what might be in store for him next.

Two days would pass since then where Yukata was a nervous barely functioning wreck of a being often sitting to himself and tending to the ever tightening knot in the pit of his stomach. The only thing that gave him any form of solace was that nothing had come of it yet to what end he'd begun to wonder if Satoshi had seen anything. He'd replayed the nights events over and over again in his mind dissecting every detail about what had happened but in the end he couldn't tell, he simply just didn't know. However, as fate would have it, he would soon find that Satoshi had indeed seen him and indeed had told someone though it was much worse than him having told a guard. To that end the third day into his never ending torment Tatsuya in a foul mood approached Yukata from out of nowhere as he sat worried in the tent. In a show of directed strength Tatsuya would pin his son down and would begin searching him as Yukata struggled against his father screaming at him and telling him to let him go. Despite his attempts though Yukata's arms would give way and Tatsuya would end up finding out what Yukata had desperately tried to keep secret, getting up, and walking away without another word leaving Yukata writhe amidst the events that had just unfolded. Within the next few hours as Yukata lay there sobbing two guards would come for him as his father watched silently and with a scowl etched onto his steely lips and they took him away struggling, kicking, and trying to break free of their bonds. Setting him down in the middle of the camp the guards would openly begin to beat Yukata kicking him all over his body and crunching his face into the mud below before finally taking a running kick at his head rendering him unconscious and concussed.

A little over ten hours later Yukata would wake up in a cell with only a small light overhead and no windows to speak of chained to a chair in the middle of the floor as he groaned in pain half-alive from the severe beating he'd endured. Over the next five days Yukata would drift in and out of consciousness, barely aware of what was around him as his mind wandered to his dreams again. Set between nightmares of the recent past Yukata would drift in and out of the dream being ushered and tugged along by the little ones as a voice lurched out in his mind telling him to move forward and to walk. The closer he got, the louder and more distinct the voice became, until finally the voice rang clear through him like it had so many years ago. Amidst the dreams he would finally come to learn of the nature of the object in the distance coming to find it was a coffin perched between the sand and the still shores of the dream beckoning him to enter it. Whispers would fill his head to the point of gently being nudged as one foot would sink slowly into its depths, and then the other, and finally Yukata would find himself laying in the coffin with his arms crossed over his chest as the little ones closed the casket. Eventually, after flickering in and out between the dream, the nightmares, and the waking world the coffin in the dream would finally open. Yukata would step out reborn anew amidst the netherworldly shores of her dreamscape as the little ones looked up at her with awe in their blackened sockets for eyes bidding her a fond farewell as the dream seemed to resolve itself with linger parting words as she was ushered to consciousness.

As Yukata awoke she'd find that a man had been allowed to enter her room. He was an older gentlemen and clearly a Magi bearing markings similar to ones that she'd see in the past, but were different in their own way. He was a tall bearing unkempt silvery locks, scaling that was just barely visible under his neckline and wrinkled skin, pointed ears, and talon-like fingernails. He spoke in a soft hushed voice as he went about tending to her, treating her injuries, and feeding her the meager amount of food that he'd managed to be allowed in with. Over the next twenty-four hours he would relay to her what happened after she'd been savagely beaten in front of the entirety of the camp. Evidently one of the newer guards had reported it and brought in an inspector general who had a reputation for being somewhat sympathetic toward Magi to look at the quality and treatment of the prisoners. To that end they'd found several breaches of policy amidst the staff that constituted severe violations of security and of detainment protocol. Most of the guards, if not all of them, over preceding days had been exchanged out and as a result Sirault, as he was called, was ordered to tend to Yukata's injuries pending whatever the planned to do with her. Though whatever that could've been neither of them had the foggiest and wouldn't come to know for another nearly month and a half as Sirault did his best to take care of her in the interim, coming in and out of her cell every now and again to ensure she was fed and to update her.

Over this time, when Yukata was alone, she would mutter things to herself in her cell finding herself sinking into depression when she was alone and when her thoughts drifted to her father. Every time she saw his face in her mind her heart broke and eventually when it was too broken to hurt anymore it had begun to seethe at the mere sight of the man in her mind's eye. As the scene from that day played over and over in her head the casual despise she had for Tatsuya and for his nature turned into vehement hatred for him cursing his very name an existence. On the other hand when her father wasn't on her mind and Sirault wasn't in the cell with her she found herself thinking about the dream and the dramatic shift in her body. She had long since discovered in her stint in the cell that she didn't harbor any trace of a male genitalia anymore, which thrilled her more than words could come to express, but also confused her especially since the dreams had since stopped afterward. She'd thought of asking Sirault if this was something that could be attained through magic though in the end she was far too nervous to actually ask him about it feeling leery about bringing the subject up. Sirault however didn't seem to mind and would come to greet her with the proper pronouns when he came almost as if he knew, but simply didn't wish to talk about it or care about it. In fact, when he came Sirault was genuinely kind to her taking extra measures to ensure that she was okay and that she wasn't deathly hungry, talking to her for hours on end to keep her mind as at ease as it could be, and whispering vulgarities about the guards whenever he could to lighten the mood. It was almost as if she and Sirault had known one another for years only having come to meet one another weeks prior in one of the worst situations of Yukata's life. Though she wasn't complaining either finding the company and the manner of speaking soothing in comparison to what she'd had to endure for the last eleven years.

Eventually however, this much would come to an end as Sirault relayed to her that the camps' staff had arranged for her to be moved to a female facility on the northern border. She would be leaving the next day to what extent Sirault would bid her farewell for the last time imparting her with something that would nearly cause Yukata's heart to skip a beat. He referred to her as little one before leaving hugging her gently and telling her that he was sorry and that he had only hoped for her best interests to what end he left Yukata, smiling at her with a glassy sheen in his eyes, as tears welled up in her own and shed down her cheeks. For years after this happened, and probably for the rest of Yukata's life, she would remember this moment and would hold it close to her heart when she was sad. In the end she had not been forgotten or rejected but rather fate had conspired in mysterious ways to lead her to who she was now and who she would come to be in the future.



After being taken from the solitary confinement cell and loaded into a vehicle much like she had when she was a child Yukata found herself on her way to her new home. The trip, unlike the first time, was uneventful as she compliantly followed the guard's orders without fail keeping her head down and her mouth shut as they'd instructed her to. When she'd finally arrived at the new camp she was lead from the armored vehicle to the processing facility, stripped down to her skivvies, put through a nearly scalding shower to 'decontaminate' her, and finally was put in a chinrest with her head locked in place as a machine punched a barcode and serial number into the back of her neck permanently tattooing her with a short code that read '7-6-2-0-S'. Once she was done there she was shipped off to the common area which looked much like where she'd originally come from with hints of death and decay, but nothing that was quite as bad as the all-male camp where she'd been prior to that. Over much of the next few weeks Yukata would find herself cooped up in her tent, only venturing out when she needed food, but not much more than that. It was a strange environment and she was still haunted by what had happened before making her more than a little gun shy around the strangers that she was amongst. Moreover, she was more than a little self-conscious about her body unsure what to make of some of its functions nowadays and uneasy about the changes it'd undergone that were now in plain sight for all to see.

That much must've been somewhat obvious though as a woman from a few tents down approached her one day when Yukata was in line to get her meal. The fiery horned woman introduced herself, she was an older Magi and was looked up to around the camp for the most part, to what end she was rather forward in saying that if Yukata needed anything at all to not be afraid to ask. She relayed to her that she'd seen Yukata around the camp a couple of times and had grown concerned about her since she'd seemed so out of sorts at time and often would coop herself up in her tent. To that end Yukata didn't know what to really say only finding herself able to bid the woman her thanks in a hushed nervous tone as they sat down to their meal for the first time together. Over the next few weeks, just after Yukata's sixteenth birthday, the two of them would come to spend quite a bit of time together talking as Yukata slowly began to open up to her about everything and what had happened up until then. The older Magi woman would listen to her tentatively, adding in her own points of view and comments as Yukata went, and in the end would come to befriend Yukata as well as a guide her as a sort of motherly figure.

As months rolled on into years Yukata got into the swing of the camp coming to meet the older Magi's little girl – Fey – as well as much of the other women in the process. Most of them were nice sorts with the occasional abrasive personality in the bunch that just didn't get along with anyone, but otherwise they were relatively content all things considered. Fights would still sometimes break out and the conditions there were still not as good as they could've otherwise been but things were calm for a time there. The guards there were a far cry from what Yukata had become used to in her old camp leading her to be overall more compliant and willing to pitch in when and where she could around the camp. Furthermore, when she'd first come there many of the Magi women who had learned of her predicament were willing to come to her aid doing what her mother would have done with her if she were still alive and teaching her about her body as well as the general facts every woman needed to know. Despite knowing the situation, none of them really ever talked about the circumstances leading up to how the transformation took place, nor did anyone ever ask. As far as Yukata could guess by what little information she'd come across it was magical in origin and not as uncommon as one might've thought, but something that many simply didn't discuss openly. Eventually she would come to drop the subject content with what she had and sufficing herself to living her life without a second thought on it. Otherwise for once in Yukata's still young life she felt marginally at peace with the world and herself having even begun practicing her magic at night again per the older Magi's suggestion.

As with all things though, even this was bound to end, and would nearly six years after Yukata arrived when the complacent atmosphere of the camp was unearthed. Almost instantaneously the facility would take on a distinct darker tone as the guards that once oversaw them came under fire and were ousted, replaced by a sinister bunch whose very souls seemed to lack remorse. Within a matter of days they would ramp up security and monitoring giving little leeway for much of anything much less to practice magic. There was a certain risk that one took when they did something like that which Yukata knew well enough not to do from previous experience in dealing with guards like these. However, some Magi didn't think as she did and as a result of it she saw many of the women she'd come to know severely punished as a result of it. When they were caught disobeying, performing magic, or anything that they could trump up to constitute a valid charge the women would be taken away, pumped full of drugs called downers to suppress their magic, and locked away. As a result of the cruel treatment and the drastic shift in living conditions, much like in the male camp, the body count began to stack up as a result of sickness, abuse, or simply because they disappeared for whatever reason. It was horrible to what end Yukata would often find herself biting her tongue and gritting her teeth as she watched it, unable to say anything or do anything for fear of what might happen.

Eventually however there came a point when the situation would've gone beyond simple words when at twenty-two years old Yukata would come to endure an atrocity that would leave her on the brink. A small detour from her tent past curfew to use the restroom would turn into an abhorrent life or death struggle as Yukata was dragged from the restrooms by her hair out into the middle of the camp. Visions of what had happened years prior flooded Yukata's brain during this time as her body reacted on its own, her eyes slit, and a violence belted out of her like she'd never seen before. Flipping around over herself she managed to get to her feet as she lunged at the hunter haphazardly hitting him square in the middle of his windpipe causing it to clench up inside of his throat and for him to momentarily release her. As he grasped at his throat and fell to his knees in a blind fit of rage Yukata's knee jerked up slamming into the hunter's jaw causing his teeth clattered together like a gunshot going off and he fell backwards. Jumping atop of him she balled her fist high into the air as she proceeded to land blow after blow into his face punching wildly at his nose as it began to buckle and bleed, gnashing it into his skull. Though before she could land any sort of killing blow a gunshot fired from behind her as a dart stuck hard to her back releasing the foul liquid inside of it into her bloodstream. Yukata would find herself toppling over the hunter woozy as the darts effects took hold of her mind and the scene began to blur until finally she collapsed.

For the next week after this Yukata would find herself locked away in a small room in solitary confinement without food being administered daily doses of downers to keep her under control, and even after she'd been released. During this time she'd found herself in a near catatonic state slipping in and out of reality as she watched the scenery before her with hazy glossed over eyes. Small protuberances would stick out at her making her paranoid as she tried to vocalize to someone what she was seeing but nothing came out. Eventually at a point she'd even begun to see tiny creatures, sort of like the little ones from her dreams, but whose intent seemed far less harmless as they slithered up to her ripping and clawing at her skin in an attempt to eat her alive. Yukata would find herself crying trying desperately to push them away barely noticing what was going on in the world around her until finally the doses lessened and she was able to regain at least some of her facets. Over the last month while she'd been constantly doped up with the hellish narcotic she'd failed to even notice what was right in front of her eyes. Fearful of the circumstances that surrounded her and unsure of what to do or who to go to she turned to the older Magi for support only to come to realize the worst case scenario in the end. That night, after she'd spoken with the older Magi, Yukata would return to her tent paler than she'd ever been with the entirety of her life drained out of her. She knew what she had to do. There was no avoiding the unspeakable fate that had been thrust upon her.



The next days were some of the hardest that Yukata had ever had to endure both mentally and physically as she came to cope with the trauma of what had happened previously. Yukata receded herself from the daily ebb and flow of the camp after that, coming to hide away from the others, and go about her daily routine in silently dismissing the blatant facts. It was only when the older Magi asked what had happened that Yukata had told her to what end she could see the upset mounting in the woman's face, fully expecting for her to strike her where she stood, but in return received little more than a stiff upper lip and a nod. Beyond that the two of them never again would speak of what happened and Yukata would come to completely bury her emotions pushing on with a sadness lingering in her heart and a burning hatred for what she had been put through, what they had all been put through. As time went on though things wouldn't get any better as nightly raids began occurring to weed out reports of Magi using magic under the guards' noses to what end Yukata's worst fear had been realized when the older Magi and her daughter had been taken to solitary confinement. Day in and day out Yukata would wait around, worried for their safety, wondering if they'd even return and when they finally did they were former shells of themselves. The once confident mother had a look in her eyes that seemed as if her soul had been ripped out of her and the daughter was no better bringing Yukata to care for them for a time when they couldn't. She'd do what she could here and there where they'd allow her to until finally the dosing of downers was lessened enough to where they'd been able to regain their facilities to some extent.

By this time the other Magi in the camp had grown restless as a result of the constant abuse, neglect, and news of rioting within the other relocation camps. Tensions were fueled and before long the night of their liberation was upon them before Yukata even knew what to make of it all. Starting with simple words, shots fired, and a massive outburst of magic pouring forth from the facility Yukata nearly couldn't believe what she was seeing. Scrambling to her feet the girl took to dodging shots and hoping over dead bodies crawling under one at one point and using it as a meatsheild to protect herself. Snatching the lighter out of the dead guards' pocket in an attempt to fight back Yukata made a break for it running into a clearing as she fumbled with the small item in her hands finally coming to light it just as a guard caught up with her. Blue flames projected a distance in front of her torching her assailant as he let out a primal scream falling to the ground causing him to roll around on the ground to stave off the flames. Watching the display brought Yukata's body to shake violently as she bore witness to the first man that she executed with her flames finding the act both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. This, this was her power, this was the power of the Kusakari passed down through generations within the foul rotted blood imparted from that man to her. It was meant for nothing more, and nothing less, but to kill and triumph over the weak to what end enraptured and disgusted by what she had done Yukata stood with a new demeanor and an air of feigned arrogance to her. In the next moments Yukata would walk out from that clearing at twenty-four years old a changed woman, her demeanor sullen and frightening as she lit the lighter, and began her onslaught. Her birthright.

Darting through the facility Yukata pushed herself until her legs were numb stopping only to flick the lighter on and torch her next target. One by one the hunters' would fall before her as her blue flames engulfed them and the rabid grin on her face widened in the fray of combat. After a time it was like a game to her using her small stature to weave around the Hunter's and surprise them with a gift that kept on giving. Amidst this Yukata would come to scream expletives and curses into the night in honor of Saewynn as she was thrown, battered, nearly shot, and beaten getting up every single time afterward regardless of what dirty underhanded tactic she needed to use to get away. She had a mantra etched into her heart telling her to survive this to what end she wasn't above poking out eyes, biting people, kicking them in the crotch, or whatever else have you. When she could she would avoid contact but when it came right down to it if she had to fight she was fighting to win no matter how dirty she had to play. With that in mind Yukata would push on through the maelstrom of elements and bullets gunning for the forest just ahead as she vied to repel the gauntlet of Hunter's that seemed to keep on coming. After a time she would make it close to the forests' entrance hearing the lingering sound of sirens and the crack of bullets bursting forth from automatic assault rifles, but something else off in the distance too that she couldn't quite pin. As it neared closer to her position she could see a trail of fire in its wake consuming the forest prompting her to run as fast as she could to evade what was imminently coming her way. For what felt like an eternity Yukata ran as hard and as fast as her feet would carry her towards what she'd only figured was the immediate north until finally the sounds of gunfire and the sirens had been drowned out into the ambiance of the distance.

Unaware of how long she'd been running and fighting Yukata stumbled through the forest using only the lighter in her possession as a means to guide her through the dense darkness. She could barely see a thing fueled on only by the adrenaline and fear that rushed through her pushing her forward despite how tired her body was and serving to mask the pain of the injuries she'd incurred during the fights. Eventually Yukata would stop when she thought it was safe enough to, collapsing next to a tree taking in baited breaths whilst her hand clutched onto the lighter. There she would come to lay for who knows how long until finally she was awoken by the up and down motion of movement and the glimmer of sun as it dappled down onto her and the figure that carried her on their back. Groggy and still injured from the previous night Yukata wove in an out of consciousness seeing what looked like a blackened ribbed horn passing in and out of her vision as whoever it was carried her. She couldn't make out who it was though or what was happening coming to wonder if this was indeed the afterlife and that Tatara himself had come to fairy her to the land beyond. Though, as it were, life wouldn't have ended for her with what they would come to call the Magi Genocide Event finding herself days later awakening to an unfamiliar ceiling and in excruciating pain from the injuries she'd sustained. No, in fact Yukata had survived – albeit a little worse for the wear with her injuries – but she had survived the onslaught that night and would come to recover meeting the strange Magi named Akasha who had rescued her that evening and had nursed her back to health.

Akasha herself was a strange but rather whimsically inclined woman with deathly pale complexion whose blackened hair fell in curly parted tresses over her shoulders and who had ribbed black horns jutting from her skull, vibrant verdant hues for eyes, and sparse wing appendages jutting from her shoulder blades that draped to the sides of her body. Though, despite her appearance Akasha was a kind person with a musing disposition that laid waste to any illusion of personal space that Yukata might've had prior to that. Throughout her stint there Akasha and Yukata would come to converse quite frequently giving way to the gradual telling of tales and noticing thigs about one another that often did occur when two were around one another long enough. As time passed and Yukata slowly but surely regained her health and strength she would come to open up slowly to the woman as they shared stories of their past. Amidst the slightest of foreign accents Akasha would share with her where she'd come from – a land to the northeast called 'Fokradiin' – as well as other tidbits such as the fact she'd never been incarcerated in a Magi relocation camp having evaded capture by hiding in the mountains and using the hostile terrain to her advantage. Yukata came to understand that the woman had lived for nearly eighty-nine years spending a good majority of them in this place and in recent years having built the cottage they were in as a means to settle down into stability. That much enthralled Yukata bringing her to ask questions and in time open up to the woman as they spent time with each other day in and day out.

Throughout this time Yukata's wounds would eventually heal leaving little more than scars that would fade in time as she went to helping Akasha prepare for the winter. The two of them would chop firewood together during the day and Akasha would come to teach Yukata the skills necessary to survive amongst the mountains. Everything from cleaning freshly made kills, to preserving the meat, to setting traps to ensnare what they could in order to eat. It was a way of living that Yukata had never experienced in her time at the relocation camps coming to find a self-worth in the act as time wore on. Eventually the seasons would lapse into one another with autumn turning into winter bringing the snow and a frosty bite to the air, winter would melt off into spring as the mountain's came alive with fresh game, and finally summer again would return upon them as the temperatures rose amidst the higher elevations. It was a wonderful, simple, time that Yukata would begin to treasure as the two grew closer sharing with one another their days, their hopes, and their dreams. Amidst it all musings of life outside of the mountains would come to be a common topic until finally news of the Magi relocation center disbandment had reached even their corner of the world. With it brought Yukata, who was now twenty-five years-old, to begin to assess her life knowing that despite how much she enjoyed living with Akasha that she wanted more out of life than to be stuck in the same place. To that end Yukata would eventually come to decide to leave the mountains' bidding Akasha her fond farewells as she set off out into the world a free woman, to do as she pleased, and to learn the wonders of what life might have to offer beyond the boundaries of the past.



Over the next little while Yukata would find her way out of the mountains and into the heart of Dagos City for the first time in her life. Having grown up in captivity until this point she was enthralled by the lights and the sounds that came from the Dagosian atmosphere and found herself peering into windows of shops like a child taking in the vast assortment of goods that lined the shopping strip. There were so many things she'd never seen in her life; brightly colored clothing, delectable looking treats, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts, people who looked as if they were made of plastic walking about, images portrayed from techno-whatever that looked much like the ones that Mildgyth had conjured, and much more. It was a literal cornucopia of treasures that she'd been deprived of in the nearly twenty-six years that she'd been alive. Though, on the other hand, while she did take in the sights and was enraptured by what she saw out of the corner of her eyes she couldn't help but notice the sneers and jeers of the people around her. While the Magi might've been freed it was clear early on in her stint out in the world that others' still saw them as second class citizens if not worse. They still harbored ill-will toward the Magi people and spit out vulgarities whenever Yukata passed by causing her excitement to slowly but surely deflate in the process.

Meanwhile she was forced to live out in the slums making shelter where she could for the time being further causing her mood to deflate, but even then never extinguish entirely. Eventually after a few months of living out in the slums and avoiding trouble where she could Yukata would find herself a small job delivering odds and ends to various places in the city. By then it was a common occurrence for her to be berated by the people she'd delivered to having packages thrown in her face, being blatantly discriminated to out in the open, and even being told they wouldn't accept the parcel because she was a Magi. The work paid well enough though to what end Yukata pushed through the hard times and made a small living for herself in a room that she'd rented from a local Magi innkeeper and his wife until just past her twenty-seventh birthday. Around this time Yukata would come to discover that a traveling circus was in town as she passed a flier for it on her way to the supermarket bringing her to decide to see it for herself having never seen such a thing before. When she got there Yukata was awestruck by the small but sizable big-top coming to enter it after paying admission to view the show. Amidst the big-top she'd born witness to all-manner of art form from dancing, to acrobatics, to complete and utter buffoonery, and more. She'd seen emotions displayed through the performers' movements that she'd never even had thought were possible but perhaps the most profound thing that she'd noticed was the smiles in the crowd. It didn't matter who you were, where you came from, or what racial lineage your bore, everyone – Humans, Magi, and the like – were smiling, laughing, and feeling amidst one another openly in a transcendent display of true equality. It was then that Yukata decided what she'd wanted to do with her life to what end after the show was over she would approach the ring leader.

The ring leader, Meka as he was called, was a devout eccentric in his own right who was more than willing to hear Yukata out as she professed to him the reason why she wanted to speak with him. Each word she spoke the man lingered on coming to smile with a wide toothy grin as she finished. Wiping a tear away from under his coke-bottle spectacles the man took off the long top hat that had rested on his bald head telling her that in all the years he'd been preforming he'd never heard such a reasoning to join the circus. Most performers' he came to tell her were run-aways and transients these days who had fallen into the circus life as a means to earn cash until their next venture who ended up staying passed their prime for one reason or the next. It was rare that he'd ever heard of a person who wished the join the troop of their own volition and for such a cause as to not make money, but to make others happy. He went on in saying that it embodied the spirit of why he performed himself and in the end would come to invite her to the troop as a member of their act in training. With the excitement of it all growing on Yukata's face she accepted and a tear would escape down her cheek as she was compelled to hug the man's big round belly professing her thanks and telling him that she would surely not let him down to what end he patted her head and chuckled heartily.

With that, over the next years Yukata would find herself constantly on the road going from town to town and training until she could hold her own in the performance. Over time Yukata had come to learn tricks of the trade such as how to contort her body and balance her weight evenly on a tightrope to walk across it as well as how to expand her abilities into the act in various different ways. It was a time in Yukata's life where for once she finally felt like she was doing the right thing and before long that much would become more evident as she came to perform her acts as the White-Faced Clown to Meka's Auguste. The duo would perform their slap-stick humor in front of audiences on a worldly stage getting laughs and awes' alike as they clowned around just simply having fun. Each time after the show the entire troop would come back stage and joke around with one another for a time as they went through and discussed what they could improve upon or change. It was a wonderful time and one that wouldn't soon end like so much had in Yukata's past. Of course, people would come and go from the troop and some crowds would be tougher than others to please but it was a part of show business and one that Yukata had learned the appreciate as well as take with a grain of salt. That was life and surely one facet of her job that she could overlook given the joy it had brought to her and the joy she could potentially bring to others'.

By the time that Yukata was thirty years old she'd been on the road with the troop for nearly three years having cast aside her home in Dagos City for one out on the trails. Throughout this time she'd gained a confidence in herself and an eccentricity that she'd never had before this but as things were she'd never forgotten what happened or the people that she'd met during her life. She would find herself often thinking about it when she was alone or had a moment to herself wondering if only fleetingly if they'd survived that night and the onslaught that ensued. She missed them, all of them, and would often think of what they would think of her if they were here now to see her. To that end Yukata was surprised when one day she found a package sitting on her dressing room table addressed to her thinking it was from a fan only to find when she opened it an amethyst locket and a note inside of it. In reading the note Yukata's eyes flicked back and forth as tears welled in them and her expression contorted into a sad smile. The note was from Gunnhild, the youngest of the three midwives who had raised her, telling her that when Yukata had been in Felici the last time she'd had the privilege enough to see one of her shows but not the courage to approach her. The note went on to tell her what a beautiful woman she'd turned out to be and that she was reminded of her mother Emilia when she'd seen her on stage. Gunnhild professed her sorrows about not having been in her life all of these years finally coming to tell her that the locket enclosed was something she'd kept safe throughout the years after the official relocation camp disbandment. It was her mother Emilia's locket that had been confiscated by the guards upon her arrival to the facility that Gunnhild had been able to procure after the genocide through a bit of luck. It was to be hers now and she was to know that it bore the hopes and wishes of each one of the midwives as well as her own mothers'. None of them had ever had sought to abandon her when she was young and wished only for what was in her best interests hoping that she could forgive the three so-called foolish old ladies for their follies. In closing the note read to her dearest little one with love from Gunnhild with the old woman's name scribbled at the bottom with tender love and care in writing it.

In the years after having received the package from Gunnhild Yukata wore the pendant wherever she went keeping it close to her heart and the note amidst her most sacred of memories. It had come to vindicate Yukata allowing the girl to move forth with her life knowing what she'd long hoped was true. To that end Yukata stepped out of her dressing room that night with a new perspective on life to fulfil it to the utmost and to make the midwives, the women who had surely watched over her all of her life, and her late mother proud. With that, now at a little over thirty-two years old, Yukata's story begins as she travels the world performing on the stage of life hoping to make it better one smile at a time. Just like the midwives had for her so very long ago.

Flame I: Just as most Magi Magic, the flames must already exist. So be prepared to carry around matches and lighters with you. You are able to grow fire from your immediate person to double your arm's length.

Mood Ring: Depending on what emotions the Magi is feeling their produced flames will reflect them through color. All hues from vibrant pink to sickly green have been recorded to date. Though performers back in the day have been admired for their art it can also betray the user's emotions and feelings at inopportune times.

Unarmed Combat I: You know the basics and can hold your own in a street fight. The type of martial art or fighting style is up to you. We trust you to be realistic for what you can accomplish and not accomplish at being a general level one in unarmed combat.




Ambiguity: The ability to change into both male and female, as well as an in-between at will. However, males born with this ability still have a 15% chance of becoming pregnant and are forced into a female or split gender until term. **NOTE: I have submitted a purchase for this ability in conjunction with Yukata's application notification to purchase it here. Please remove this notation after all has been accepted. Thank you.



Not Applicable: Nothing has been purchased yet.

[b]Pixiv Fantasia T (Qian Ye QYS3), Tian Ling Qian Ye[/b] as [i]Yukata Kusakari[/i]