| The Girl
Yuna loves music, kids, old flannel and fluffy sweaters. If there's one word to describe this Japanese-American woman from Philly, it's wholesome. She's generally got a mellow presence, and tends to "mom" everyone around her if given the chance. But much like any Mama Bear, you don't want to be around when this fluffy nurturer is given cause to get protective.
Yuna teaches elementary school music in Queens, and plays the piano, guitar, violin, and probably most other instruments you put in front of her. But when she's not with the kids or doing a gig, she's usually with her roomie Claude Salazar, being the sole reason his posh Manhattan penthouse is full of sweets.
Yuna is petite at five foot two, slender build, dark eyes and shoulder-length dark hair with a fringe of bangs.
Liminal Aura: As warm as her smile is, it's always cold around Yuna. The wet cold, the kind that sinks into your bones and lingers for hours after you're warm again on the surface. Is that your breath fogging up in the air?
The Geist
Yuki-Onna is alarmingly beautiful, a snow-pale vision of impossible perfection that lands her squarely in the uncanny valley. She wears a kimono and obi as white as her skin and the flurries that surround her. Her glossy, raven dark hair is as long as her ankles and is constantly whipped around her by a frigid wind that never stops. She sings a haunting lullaby in a voice that's sweet, sad and pleading.
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