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IMPORTANT: Due to the candidate's refusal to speak, all following quotes have been extracted from interviews with the inhabitants of the candidate's building of residence regarding their opinion of Miss Misora.
Real Name:
”Umm, I don't know. Does he have one?" - Mikey Woods, resident drug dealer
Miyuki Misora
Stage Name:
”He's pretty chilly." - Kat, prostitute
Snow
Nicknames:
”We call him the Phantom. Makes music, stays invisible, is probably a horrendously disfigured man... Phantom of the Opera." - Jody Landragan, unemployed
Yuki || Yuki-hime (Her mother's pet name for her, meaning "snow princess") || Phantom (By the inhabitants of the building)
Band:
”I wish they'd just shut up." - AJ, resident
Hoodrats
Role:
”To be fodder for nightmares?" - Mikey Woods, dealer
Songwriter
Age:
”Approximately 561." - Jody Landragan, unemployed resident
17
Ethnicity:
”Demon." - Lady Crystalfire, fortune teller
Japanese
Gender:
”...nipples?" - Kat, prostitute
Female
Sexuality:
”I guess it doesn't matter as long as they bleed." - Adam Lake, self-proclaimed vampire
Unknown
Love Interest:
”I'd shit my pants if he looked at me." - Mikey Woods, dealer
None
Height:
”12'9" and growing." - Jody Landragan, resident
5'1" ||156cm
Weight:
”He's a ghost, man. What the fuck." - Adam Lake, vampire resident
88lbs || 40kg
Eye Colour:
”The crimson river flows in its depths..." - Lady Crystalfire, fortune teller
Dark brown, nearly black
Hair Colour:
”Do ghosts wax?" - Kat, prostitute
Dark brown, nearly black
Distinctive Markings
”A horribly scarred face and a tattooed scalp. Lady Crystalfire says he has twelve arms but I was like, naw man. He don't have arms." - Adam Lake, vampire
An earring in each ear.
”I'd guess about 15 inches in length and 6 inches in diameter." - Kat, prostitute
He kept his head down and his hair tucked beneath a nondescript cap. His shoulder was pressed against the wall as he glided towards the staircase that led to the Basement. Not an eye so much as glanced in his direction. He was furniture. In the rare occasions that someone did notice his existence, they saw only a malnourished boy, small and hunched beneath a black cap with faded pink lettering stating "I l v isneyl nd" or something or rather. Even the hat was partially hidden from prying eyes. A hoodie - if that was what the worn and torn flap of material could be called - tucked the figure safely in its baggy grasp. Sweatpants threatened to fall and run from the scrawny boy as he shuffled forward one fraying sneaker at a time.
He was likely the only mortal who could creep down the disintegrating steps of the basement without falling to his death or initiating a symphony of creaks and moans. At the bottom of the steps, he shuffled the door aside, its hinges refined to grains of rust long ago. He closed the door behind him and was immediately submerged in darkness. He tugged at the pull chain light fixture in the centre of the room and the lightbulb flickered to life after a few long moments. By then he'd shimmied out of the old sweatshirt and removed his cap to free his locks. It seemed he was not a scrawny young boy after all. Only scrawny.
Dark hair cascaded down Yuki's back, curling softly at the ends where her hair brushed her tailbone. The warm golden light caught the soft gleam of her locks and cast a glow across her doll-like features. Natural eyebrows other women would have had to endure daily discomfort framed warm brown eyes that arched ever so slightly. If noses could be perfect, the one that sat between her eyes was it, curving gently towards an upturned tip that sculptors and plastic surgeons alike would fawn over. Plump lips led the eye to a small chin and slim neck. Yuki hunched her narrow shoulders as if her 5'1" frame were not already small enough. From her slender frame to her fragile wrists, she looked like a twig to be snapped over a knee. Yuki clutched the old cap to her chest and in her mind, she was wielding her shield and armour.
Likes:
”Virgins and babies." - AJ, resident
Sweets || Music || Theme parks || Fairy tales || Art || Reading || Writing || Makeup || Ferris wheels || Bed canopies || Order || Disney movies
Dislikes:
”Garlic." - Mikey Woods, dealer
Harry Potter || Horror movies || Supernatural entities (demons, ghosts, wizards etc.) || Olives || Lemon steamed pudding || Mess || Corpses
Quirks:
”Everything about him is weird." - Kat, prostitute
Extremely superstitious || Pretends to be a boy || Doesn't talk || Lives in a basement not even the drunk, drugged, poor and reckless would inherit }} Keeps the basement incredibly neat and clean despite having no visitors
Fears:
”Fire, stakes, garlic..." - Adam Lake, vampire
The supernatural (Harry Potter, demons, ghosts etc.) || Attachment/Commitment || Death of a loved one
”Creepy?" - Kat, prostitute
Yuki's nickname being "Phantom" and the fact that nobody has seen her face in four years is quite telling of what sort of person she is. She's incredibly antisocial and lives life as a hermit in a basement not even a stoned drunken fool would brave. The entire structure of the building is crumbling and the basement bears the worst of it. It is not that she has a death wish, she's merely reluctant - although "reluctant" might be understating it - to interact with others. She fears that so much as a glance at another human being will lead her to become hopelessly attached and vulnerable to loss. There's not enough of her heart left to bear another piece being stolen. Besides, what's left of it is wholly devoted to two people - her mother who raised her, and the sister in soul who pulled her up when she'd fallen.
Despite being aloof, Yuki is an incredibly kind person. Her compassion is ingrained to her personality and she has always be soft and gently spoken. Although she's always tried to be honest, she's not the sort to blurt something cruel even if it's true. She believes in staying silent if you have nothing nice to say. Her kindness extends from human beings to animals. Unlike many people, she doesn't hate anyone. In fact, she's only strongly disliked one person in all her life, and that was not without cause.
Whilst she isn't the sort to be aggressive or even defensive where her own wellbeing is concerned, she is extremely protective of those she cares for. She doesn't form attachments easily, but once she loves, she loves with her whole being. She is more selfless than she is selfish and thinks of others before herself. The only pity is that she doesn't exit the basement long enough for her to share her empathy with the world.
Skills:
”Transubstantiation." - Mikey Woods, dealer
Proficient in multiple instruments || Remarkably good at art || Can write backwards || Reads music || Highly empathetic and good at reading people || Highly organised || Is proficient in all household chores like cooking, cleaning and sewing
Known languages:
”I am the medium through which he communicates with the living." - Lady Crystalfire, fortune teller
Japanese and English
Family:
”Uh, Jesus?" - AJ, resident
Mother || Kyoko Misora || Deceased
”I hear he was disfigured but has an incredible voice so he lives beneath the opera house." - AJ, resident
Yuki's childhood was a happy one. Although the only family she's ever had was her mother, that had always been enough. They weren't wealthy by any means and she learned to work not long after learning to walk. Her mother never completed high school, making getting a well-paying and long-standing occupation rather impossible. She worked odd jobs here and there, from a hotel cleaner to a waitress and shoe maker to laundromat operator. Her mother was an incredibly talented musician and artist, however, two things which she passed on to her only child. Her mother had a handful of loyal violin and piano students and she sold a few artworks here and there. Yuki helped her mother make shoes in primary school and ran small errands for the people in their neighbourhood. They spent a year homeless but Yuki was happy so long as she had her mother by her side. She was also given an education at a local public school and her mother taught her Japanese at home.
She only ever asked once who her father was but her mother broke down in tears. Yuki never asked again. She knew from what little she'd been told that her mother was given away by her parents to a family who was abusive towards her. Her mother was never able to completely recover from her past. Yuki was her greatest pride and joy, she said, and nothing else mattered besides Yuki's happiness.
One of Yuki's fondest memories is of going to Disneyland. Growing up, she'd always been fascinated by the stories of princes and princesses and she watched every Disney movie available on cable television. Her mum had been saving and took Yuki to Disneyland for her 12th birthday. They couldn't afford any of the food at the stalls but they did manage to get one photo with Bucks Bunny.
Not long after their trip to Disneyland, Yuki's mother fell ill and was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was in the last stage and it was an aggressive strain. The doctors said she would only have three months left with her daughter. She survived for seven instead, and Yuki cared for her every month and every day. Her mother passed away on Yuki's 13th birthday to the sound of her daughter's voice as she read the story of The Elves and the Shoemaker.
There was not much for Yuki's mother to leave behind after her death, and being underage without any known family members, she realised she would be placed in foster care. Having heard all her life her mother's stories of how cruelly people treated children who weren't their own, Yuki refused to allow herself to be put into foster care. Somehow it felt like a betrayal to her mother to call someone else her mama and to love someone else.
With only one backpack, a violin, a cap from Disneyland and one photograph of her and her mother, Yuki left. She slept on the streets and earned most of her money using her remarkable gift with the violin. Pimps and madams approached her to lure her into earning money in other ways, saying "with that pretty face of yours, you'll be rich in no time," but she refused. Her mother had always warned her to remain pure in soul and body. To be kind, gentle and honest, pure like the snow that was her namesake.
During her time on the streets, she met another runaway who called herself "Angel." They became close companions and together, they found a rundown building occupied by bits and pieces of people from all backgrounds. In order to avoid the vulnerability of being pretty young girls, they disguised themselves as boys. To avoid suspicion, they chose to live in the basement where there was hardly anyone else. There they found relative happiness in their routine lives. That was until Angel met Wolf.
Perhaps she fell in love with Wolf, perhaps she grew bored, desperate or unhappy, but Angel became the youngest member of the gang, Red Eclipse. She came back bloodied and bruised, and then the holes started appearing in her skin. They fed her drugs and Yuki watched helpless as her friend wasted away. The light faded from her eyes until she was little more than a moving body to be used and battered. Hope appeared when Angel met Dan. At least, Yuki hopes it was hope and not just another abusive relationship.
Angel left one night, like every other night, except this time, she didn't come back the next afternoon, or the one after that. Yuki does not know what happened to her friend and sister, but she likes to think Dan whisked her away like a prince on a white horse to some place far away where Angel is living her happily ever after.
Yuki lives in the basement, removed from the rest of civilisation. Years have passed but she hasn't left even though she could if she wanted to because she's afraid if she does leave, Angel might never find her again. The two made a promise to each other all those years ago that they would always come back for the other.
Despite knowing better than to interact with the building's inhabitants or anyone for that matter, when a few of the kids began playing music, Yuki could not help but be captivated by it. She found herself itching to be a part of something bigger than herself again. To be able to make music that spoke to a person's inner soul. Every day she played her worn violin in the streets, and every night she played her violin in the basement, but one violin could never express the full capacity of the human soul. She began drawing neat staves on scrap paper, and in one night she'd written 8 songs. Years of silence accumulated in her heart and finally it found its escape. She slid the music quietly under the doors of the band members, hoping one of them at least could read music. This continued indefinitely. The band would simply wake up and find music so carefully composed of blood, sweat and tears.
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