--Statistics--
| Speed | **** |
| Strength | **** |
| Technique | ***** |
| Vitality | ** |
| Endurance | *** |
Name Pronounced: You-key-na
Age: 2 (but looks 24)
"Birthday": December 21
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 80 lb (Before you panic, let me explain that ice sprites tend to be lighter than most other beings)
Nationality: ???
What?: Ice Sprite
Pocket Monster Representative: Graceful Altaria
Instrument: Harp
Weapon: Icicles, blizzards, whatsoever she can conjure including an ice sword
Favorite Color: Olive green
Likes: Snow; the sound of wind blowing freely
Hates: Heat; Madame Boss
Dreads Above All: The Legendary Sword falling into Madam Boss' hands
Most Valuable: ???
Friends: Musashi, Jessie, Kojirou, Daemon, Samanoske (?)
General Outlook: ???
Dreams: To be free of her confusion and free of Madame Boss; to discover her purpose
Phobia: Crowded places
Favorite Food: ???
Nitpicky Nitpicks:
—Battle Outfit: Light silver\blue “bathing suit;” long gloves; thigh-high boots
Appearance: Narrow, cloudy, always-sad, red eyes; short, shiny, wavy blond hair; very pale, light skin
Had Not the Things that Happened Happened: Yukina would have died of unhappiness and worthlessness under Madame Boss
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History: One of the many bio-engineered sprites created by Madame Boss of the Rocket Gang, she had no name but was called only by a number and was, with all the others, trained and treated as a machine and not an individual with feelings. Brainwashed into believing she had no worth and no soul, everyday life was a joyless drudgery that she emotionlessly put up with.
Upon her first “birthday,” ICE-347 was assigned to be under the tutelage of FIRE-923 and WATER-874, two older more experienced sprites. She was to join them on their mission to acquire the legendary Dragon Sword. They had been traveling with a group of humans and other creatures and a boy in the group gave her the name “Yukina.”
She felt in this group a strange…happiness that she neither knew nor understood: a strange air of freedom. She observed the people’s habits and the way they interacted with each other finding it all a new mysterious business. But she decided she liked them, being with them, she felt needed.
In the unfortunate event of FIRE-923 dying to her dark side, Yukina wished to have little to do with. Silently mourning, she preferred to help the others who had been so kind to her and see the Sword destroyed rather than in the hands of Madame Boss.
“You just can't trust people. When you met her, I bet you didn’t want to believe it when Musashi confessed to you she half dark type, did you?”
Daemon shook his head. “I’m just the type of person who doesn’t want to see the truth…” he stood up, walking over to the edge of the cliff, sitting down. He put his head down. “One stupid weapon… It was all for a sword… But why is it in this world? I just cannot believe that any of this is happening.”
“I…I could tell you why Musashi was first interested in it…”
Daemon felt some pain and flinched a bit. He put his head up, but kept facing forward. “Please, tell me. What made her interested? Maybe we can figure something out.”
“It was a mission...our mission. She sent Musashi and Kojirou out to get the Sword and bring it back to Her. I was sent out later to join them.”
“Who is She?” Daemon wanted to know and understand what was happening.
I stood up slowly and emotionlessly said, “She is the one who created us.” I looked at him with my sad, empty eyes, “We are not like other sprites.”
Daemon looked back to me. He got up and his instincts took over. He embraced me. Having never been hugged before, I didn’t know how to react so I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him too. Mmmm…I decided I liked being hugged; it felt nice even he was too warm. “Madam Boss would kill me for telling you all this.”
“She doesn’t have to know, and if she did know, I won’t hesitate to die for you.”
“…But why would you do that for me? A mindless ice type with no soul?”
“It’s not what you are made of. It’s how you spend your time with what you have. You helped me and the others, you cared for me when I was injured, you have feelings. That’s enough of a soul for me.” he smiled.
“Madam Boss is awful.” I looked down, “I want to be free...”
“Then, we will not only try to save the earth, we will set you and the other sprites free…”
“Not possible. I was simply not meant to be happy.”
“Well, I want to change that. I want to make everyone happy.”
I withdrew from the hug and turned away, “Not everyone was meant to be happy.” And I said no more.
Daemon simply put his arms to his sides and turned around, sitting back down on the cliff. “Sometimes, those who are happy, give up their own happiness for others.”
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