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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: YUFFIE KISARAGI
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Summary of Original History: Yuffie hails from the village of Wutai, a seriously backwater little burb that has a classical Japanese aesthetic instead of the cyberpunk of the rest of their planet. Also ninjas. About a decade before the start of the original game, the ninja village had its ass kicked by the dominant world power (which in this case happens to be an electric power company). Now, instead of being an awesome hidden place full of ninjas and natural beauty, it is a vacation destination of choice for many of the very douches who bankrupted the place to begin with.
So she left home at a very young age and decided that she would be a "materia hunter" to raise the money to restore her hometown to its former glory. I put "materia hunter" in quotes because actually it means "petty thief." Materia is her favorite game, but she'll filch anything she can get her little ninja mitts on. Yes, she joins up with the main party not to save the world, but to save their stuff. Which she does, right in the middle of their quest to save the world. They have to chase her down to get their stuff back. She then helps them save the world and gets to keep their stuff for realises this time, and it's not quite a happy ending because this is FFVII and everything sucks forever, but y'know, shit sucks less.
AU History: Wutai-mura is a teeny tiny little village up in the mountain of Japan that not many people have ever heard of, and that was how the people of Wutai liked it. For hundreds of years it served at the home to the practitioners of a nearly dead magic- ninjutsu. The Kisaragi line had ruled Wutai since its inception, they were chosen by the guardian god of the village- Da Cho. With the death of her mother in childbirth, Yuffie became the last of her line and the sole heir to the chiefdom.
The first few years of her life looked as promising as any. Even from a young age, she took her duty as heir and therefor her ninjutsu training very seriously. That isn't to say she was the ideal child. She was a brat and maybe even a bit of a bully, having no patience for other children who couldn't keep up with her. Nonetheless, as the (very promising) future chief of the village, she was well-liked and respected by most of the village.
Theeeeen everything went to shit. It's hard to say why getting that contract with Wutai was such a big deal to the power company. It was such a little village and they were just as happy without. Maybe it had to do with some kind of corporate mumbo-jumbo about essential market coherency, or dynamic geographic synergy. Maybe it was that the idea of being rejected was one such a powerful force simply could not tolerate, but whatever the reason, when her father turned down their offer, things got real nasty real fast. Out came the lawyers, out came the obscure zoning laws, out came the men in trashy suits and expensive sunglasses and toothy, insincere smiles. And, as it turns out, all the ninjutsu in the world can't save you from corporate lawyers. Before you could say Poor Public Relations it was no longer the Kisaragis in charge of Wutai.
The legal battles alone more-or-less bankrupted the place, to say nothing of all the fees its residents were now required to pay to their benevolent corporate overlords. Some couldn't even afford to keep their homes. The suicide rate was five times that of the national average. There was no longer anything hidden or peaceful about Wutai. It wasn't long at all until Yuffie's home had become a complete and total shit-hole.
So Yuffie did what any good ninja-master-in-training would do: left home and set out to kick the fucking ass of the world that had screwed them over. If the people wanted Wutai, oh, they would get Wutai. She was going to make it big! Doing what? How would she do it, no idea, but Yuffie swore not to return home until she could bring with her the funds needed to restore their village.
It was less than a week before she was living in a cardboard box, eating mostly out of dumpsters and picking a whole lot of pockets. Because the thing is? It doesn't matter how great a ninja you are, if you've never set foot in a real classroom your whole life you aren't going to get a job. Not that her stellar personality did her many favors either.
So when she caught wind of the chance to enter the Grail War, of course she was all over that. She could win it! She deserved to win it! She had to win it.
And that's that.
Personality: At first glance, Yuffie seems like just another Genki Gal. And in some ways, she is basically that type. Yuffie has a lot of energy. In fact, Yuffie probably has too much energy. She's constantly on the move, be it running, pacing, randomly punching the air, or deciding that she wants to spend a while as a costumed hero. She has a short attention span: she's prone to announcing that she's bored in the middle of exposition, and basically just does whatever seems like a good idea at the time.
But there's a lot more to her than that. The destruction of her village has left her angry. She's angry at the world that spat on her home. She's angry at her home that couldn't defend itself. She's angry at herself who was too young to protect her home. For all her bubbly demeanor, Yuffie has a pretty sizable chip on her shoulder and it can make her mean. She's not even slightly reluctant to share exactly what's on her mind, especially if what's on her mind is to insult whatever and whoever is near her.
As one may expect from a thief, Yuffie is quite selfish. She feels that the world that screwed over her people very personally owes her, and that includes every man, woman and child that's not from Wutai. What's theirs is her and what's hers is hers and if you have a problem with it you can tell it to her fist. She'll steal food when she's hungry, money when she's broke and basically anything she can get her hands on. Hell, she'll steal what she doesn't need. Yuffie is an absolute pack-rat and has never met a shiny object she doesn't like.
She's also extremely proud, a trait that rarely serves in her interest. She's fiercely independent, and while she believes the world owes her something, she's emphatically unwilling to have it ever look like she ever needs help. Demand help? That's fine. Sucker someone in with a sob story and take 'em for all they're worth? Absolutely! But pity is to be avoided at all costs, and should it occur, swiftly punished. Her ego is overinflated, and almost certainly some of it is due to a need to compensate for her deep shame over the state of her home. You can barely get through a conversation with her without her needing to point out that she is prettier, smarter, stronger and just generally more awesome than you.
FOR MASTERS
Powers/Specialties: Yuffie is no slouch at all as far as fighting goes. Though she hasn't yet, she is at a power levels where she could face the strongest fighters of her village and come away victorious. Her ninja training focused mainly on speed, projectile use, minor illusions, that kind of thing. She is naturally fast and can use ninjutsu to push this to the human limits. The same can be said with her projectile use. If it can be thrown, Yuffie can throw it with deadly accuracy. There are also nifty tricks like replacing herself with a shiny rock, minor teleporty, NINJA SKILLS. SO FORTH. JUST THROW THE CAKE UP HERE, PLEASE. That last category, of course, is magic and takes a bit of chanting and some hand-signs to pull off.
She's definitely no brawler, though; she avoids close-range fighting and she can't take too much punishment, but actually getting in to hit her? Well that's the challenge.
Any preferences for Servant personality?: Yuffie works best with blond swordsmen that look good cross-dressing
Player Availability: Weekends and 8-11 PST
Apping with a Servant? I am apping with uncreativity and wish to have her Gourry as my Servant
SAMPLES
First-person:
Whoops, bad luck, kiddo! Guess you thought you'd just go for a little walksie-poo, stroll in the moonlight, maybe buy yourself some delicious soda from yonder mini-mart. THINK AGAIN, FOOL! You've run into none other than the infamous White Rose of Wutai. Do you have any idea how boned you are right now? Omega boned. We're going to beat you up, take your stuff and then beat you up again if your stuff's not good enough. Then we will be the ones strolling in the moonlight, drinking soda, and possibly sleeping indoors. Enjoy your last moments of having a wallet, sucker . . . for they shall be your last . . . last moments . . . of having a wallet . . . yeah.
Servant, attack!
Third-person: Ah, lunchtime. A fine time of day for anyone but particularly for a hungry ninja. It was a time for eating. A time to take food and put it in her mouth and chew it and then it would be in her stomach and her stomach would have food in it and maybe stop growling. A time, once more, when being broke sucked the big one. She wondered why eating took money. That was stupid. Yuffie decided that after lunch she would go back in time and punch whoever invented paying for food.
She put her hands behind her head and let out a big, dejected sigh, hoping that maybe some poor sap on the street would notice and be good for a free meal. But everyone around her was bustling back to work, heedless of the fact that they were missing a rare opportunity- no, a great honor! The chance to treat a ninja to lunch was RIGHT HERE and they were just passing it by. They should be so lucky. Most people go their whole lives without buying a ninja lunch.
Ungrateful pricks.
But screw 'em! Not like she needed those douche-bags anyway. The city and all its culinary delights spread out before her, like a golden sea of opportunity. A thousand dumpsters there were before her! A thousand dumpsters and any one of them may contain the sustenance she so craved. Yes-sir-ee, all you needed was a little creativity, a resistance to trichinosis, and a well-trampled pride and the world was your oyster.
"Hmm," she mused to herself, "maybe bento? Bento doesn't suck nuts." But then she remembered that the owner of the nearest fine bento-consumption establishment was a total dillweed and would call the cops on her the minute he saw her fine ninja patootie. Geez! You dip into the tip jar one time. Some people.
OK, so bento was out. That was fine because bento sucked nuts. She hung a Louie down an alley she hadn't been to in a while. What was back here? She knew the restraint to the North was a sushi bar, and while as a ninja her digestive track was vastly superior to the average human being's, it wasn't quite that superior. Maybe the place next door? Yes, her ninja senses said excellent things about the big green bin before her. She lifted the lid carefully to reveal . . .
"Leaves!? What the crap!" In a rare, never-ever happens fluke, her ninja senses had deceived her. She stuck her arms, then her head, then even her whole upper-body into the refuse of what was clearly a maximum-lameocity florist in search of something, anything. There had to be half a sandwich! An apple core! "Oh come on."
"Hey!" came the call from the back door to the sushi restaurant she had decided she didn't want to eat at because they probably sucked and she wouldn't eat there even if they paid her to, "get the hell out of her garbage!"
"You get the hell out of her garbage!" Yuffie shot back, beating a hasty retreat anyway.
Man, screw this town. She'd totally be ruling it in a week, tops. She just needed to find some frickin' lunch, that's all. Yeah, she'd totally rule this place and then wouldn't they be sorry that they didn't have sandwiches in their garbage bins. Ha!
Name: YUFFIE KISARAGI
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Summary of Original History: Yuffie hails from the village of Wutai, a seriously backwater little burb that has a classical Japanese aesthetic instead of the cyberpunk of the rest of their planet. Also ninjas. About a decade before the start of the original game, the ninja village had its ass kicked by the dominant world power (which in this case happens to be an electric power company). Now, instead of being an awesome hidden place full of ninjas and natural beauty, it is a vacation destination of choice for many of the very douches who bankrupted the place to begin with.
So she left home at a very young age and decided that she would be a "materia hunter" to raise the money to restore her hometown to its former glory. I put "materia hunter" in quotes because actually it means "petty thief." Materia is her favorite game, but she'll filch anything she can get her little ninja mitts on. Yes, she joins up with the main party not to save the world, but to save their stuff. Which she does, right in the middle of their quest to save the world. They have to chase her down to get their stuff back. She then helps them save the world and gets to keep their stuff for realises this time, and it's not quite a happy ending because this is FFVII and everything sucks forever, but y'know, shit sucks less.
AU History: Wutai-mura is a teeny tiny little village up in the mountain of Japan that not many people have ever heard of, and that was how the people of Wutai liked it. For hundreds of years it served at the home to the practitioners of a nearly dead magic- ninjutsu. The Kisaragi line had ruled Wutai since its inception, they were chosen by the guardian god of the village- Da Cho. With the death of her mother in childbirth, Yuffie became the last of her line and the sole heir to the chiefdom.
The first few years of her life looked as promising as any. Even from a young age, she took her duty as heir and therefor her ninjutsu training very seriously. That isn't to say she was the ideal child. She was a brat and maybe even a bit of a bully, having no patience for other children who couldn't keep up with her. Nonetheless, as the (very promising) future chief of the village, she was well-liked and respected by most of the village.
Theeeeen everything went to shit. It's hard to say why getting that contract with Wutai was such a big deal to the power company. It was such a little village and they were just as happy without. Maybe it had to do with some kind of corporate mumbo-jumbo about essential market coherency, or dynamic geographic synergy. Maybe it was that the idea of being rejected was one such a powerful force simply could not tolerate, but whatever the reason, when her father turned down their offer, things got real nasty real fast. Out came the lawyers, out came the obscure zoning laws, out came the men in trashy suits and expensive sunglasses and toothy, insincere smiles. And, as it turns out, all the ninjutsu in the world can't save you from corporate lawyers. Before you could say Poor Public Relations it was no longer the Kisaragis in charge of Wutai.
The legal battles alone more-or-less bankrupted the place, to say nothing of all the fees its residents were now required to pay to their benevolent corporate overlords. Some couldn't even afford to keep their homes. The suicide rate was five times that of the national average. There was no longer anything hidden or peaceful about Wutai. It wasn't long at all until Yuffie's home had become a complete and total shit-hole.
So Yuffie did what any good ninja-master-in-training would do: left home and set out to kick the fucking ass of the world that had screwed them over. If the people wanted Wutai, oh, they would get Wutai. She was going to make it big! Doing what? How would she do it, no idea, but Yuffie swore not to return home until she could bring with her the funds needed to restore their village.
It was less than a week before she was living in a cardboard box, eating mostly out of dumpsters and picking a whole lot of pockets. Because the thing is? It doesn't matter how great a ninja you are, if you've never set foot in a real classroom your whole life you aren't going to get a job. Not that her stellar personality did her many favors either.
So when she caught wind of the chance to enter the Grail War, of course she was all over that. She could win it! She deserved to win it! She had to win it.
And that's that.
Personality: At first glance, Yuffie seems like just another Genki Gal. And in some ways, she is basically that type. Yuffie has a lot of energy. In fact, Yuffie probably has too much energy. She's constantly on the move, be it running, pacing, randomly punching the air, or deciding that she wants to spend a while as a costumed hero. She has a short attention span: she's prone to announcing that she's bored in the middle of exposition, and basically just does whatever seems like a good idea at the time.
But there's a lot more to her than that. The destruction of her village has left her angry. She's angry at the world that spat on her home. She's angry at her home that couldn't defend itself. She's angry at herself who was too young to protect her home. For all her bubbly demeanor, Yuffie has a pretty sizable chip on her shoulder and it can make her mean. She's not even slightly reluctant to share exactly what's on her mind, especially if what's on her mind is to insult whatever and whoever is near her.
As one may expect from a thief, Yuffie is quite selfish. She feels that the world that screwed over her people very personally owes her, and that includes every man, woman and child that's not from Wutai. What's theirs is her and what's hers is hers and if you have a problem with it you can tell it to her fist. She'll steal food when she's hungry, money when she's broke and basically anything she can get her hands on. Hell, she'll steal what she doesn't need. Yuffie is an absolute pack-rat and has never met a shiny object she doesn't like.
She's also extremely proud, a trait that rarely serves in her interest. She's fiercely independent, and while she believes the world owes her something, she's emphatically unwilling to have it ever look like she ever needs help. Demand help? That's fine. Sucker someone in with a sob story and take 'em for all they're worth? Absolutely! But pity is to be avoided at all costs, and should it occur, swiftly punished. Her ego is overinflated, and almost certainly some of it is due to a need to compensate for her deep shame over the state of her home. You can barely get through a conversation with her without her needing to point out that she is prettier, smarter, stronger and just generally more awesome than you.
FOR MASTERS
Powers/Specialties: Yuffie is no slouch at all as far as fighting goes. Though she hasn't yet, she is at a power levels where she could face the strongest fighters of her village and come away victorious. Her ninja training focused mainly on speed, projectile use, minor illusions, that kind of thing. She is naturally fast and can use ninjutsu to push this to the human limits. The same can be said with her projectile use. If it can be thrown, Yuffie can throw it with deadly accuracy. There are also nifty tricks like replacing herself with a shiny rock, minor teleporty, NINJA SKILLS. SO FORTH. JUST THROW THE CAKE UP HERE, PLEASE. That last category, of course, is magic and takes a bit of chanting and some hand-signs to pull off.
She's definitely no brawler, though; she avoids close-range fighting and she can't take too much punishment, but actually getting in to hit her? Well that's the challenge.
Any preferences for Servant personality?: Yuffie works best with blond swordsmen that look good cross-dressing
Player Availability: Weekends and 8-11 PST
Apping with a Servant? I am apping with uncreativity and wish to have her Gourry as my Servant
SAMPLES
First-person:
Whoops, bad luck, kiddo! Guess you thought you'd just go for a little walksie-poo, stroll in the moonlight, maybe buy yourself some delicious soda from yonder mini-mart. THINK AGAIN, FOOL! You've run into none other than the infamous White Rose of Wutai. Do you have any idea how boned you are right now? Omega boned. We're going to beat you up, take your stuff and then beat you up again if your stuff's not good enough. Then we will be the ones strolling in the moonlight, drinking soda, and possibly sleeping indoors. Enjoy your last moments of having a wallet, sucker . . . for they shall be your last . . . last moments . . . of having a wallet . . . yeah.
Servant, attack!
Third-person: Ah, lunchtime. A fine time of day for anyone but particularly for a hungry ninja. It was a time for eating. A time to take food and put it in her mouth and chew it and then it would be in her stomach and her stomach would have food in it and maybe stop growling. A time, once more, when being broke sucked the big one. She wondered why eating took money. That was stupid. Yuffie decided that after lunch she would go back in time and punch whoever invented paying for food.
She put her hands behind her head and let out a big, dejected sigh, hoping that maybe some poor sap on the street would notice and be good for a free meal. But everyone around her was bustling back to work, heedless of the fact that they were missing a rare opportunity- no, a great honor! The chance to treat a ninja to lunch was RIGHT HERE and they were just passing it by. They should be so lucky. Most people go their whole lives without buying a ninja lunch.
Ungrateful pricks.
But screw 'em! Not like she needed those douche-bags anyway. The city and all its culinary delights spread out before her, like a golden sea of opportunity. A thousand dumpsters there were before her! A thousand dumpsters and any one of them may contain the sustenance she so craved. Yes-sir-ee, all you needed was a little creativity, a resistance to trichinosis, and a well-trampled pride and the world was your oyster.
"Hmm," she mused to herself, "maybe bento? Bento doesn't suck nuts." But then she remembered that the owner of the nearest fine bento-consumption establishment was a total dillweed and would call the cops on her the minute he saw her fine ninja patootie. Geez! You dip into the tip jar one time. Some people.
OK, so bento was out. That was fine because bento sucked nuts. She hung a Louie down an alley she hadn't been to in a while. What was back here? She knew the restraint to the North was a sushi bar, and while as a ninja her digestive track was vastly superior to the average human being's, it wasn't quite that superior. Maybe the place next door? Yes, her ninja senses said excellent things about the big green bin before her. She lifted the lid carefully to reveal . . .
"Leaves!? What the crap!" In a rare, never-ever happens fluke, her ninja senses had deceived her. She stuck her arms, then her head, then even her whole upper-body into the refuse of what was clearly a maximum-lameocity florist in search of something, anything. There had to be half a sandwich! An apple core! "Oh come on."
"Hey!" came the call from the back door to the sushi restaurant she had decided she didn't want to eat at because they probably sucked and she wouldn't eat there even if they paid her to, "get the hell out of her garbage!"
"You get the hell out of her garbage!" Yuffie shot back, beating a hasty retreat anyway.
Man, screw this town. She'd totally be ruling it in a week, tops. She just needed to find some frickin' lunch, that's all. Yeah, she'd totally rule this place and then wouldn't they be sorry that they didn't have sandwiches in their garbage bins. Ha!