Yuki Yakamura

**Name:**Yuki Yakamura

**Gender/Pronouns:** She/ her

**Age:**20 **Height:** 5’4

**Birthday:** December 16th

**Appearance:** Yuki is always seen wearing a dark, purple gothic like dress that is quite similar to those from the Victorian Era. Her skin is as pale as a full moon on a dark night and often wears a bit of makeup to add a little color. She has long, dark hair that has both types of bangs and usually ties a bit of her hair into a small bun.

**Personality:** Not much is known about Yuki’s personality. On the outside and as most view her, she is a very quiet, independent person with high intelligence. She’s serious and often doesn’t kid around when it comes to academics or most tasks in general, even snapping at peers sometimes if they mess up or simply ends up doing the task herself. This serves as a perfect barrier for her against people from socializing with her. After all they’re all mere distractions to her perfection, why bother? However if one is stubborn enough, they can peel away some personality from the girl. For example, Yuki surprisingly does know how to joke. They’re subtle, but they do hit the punch line. She enjoys shopping and can be playful at times with those she’s grown close to. The cold demeanor around her just drops once she’s grown close enough with someone, but that’s rare for her.(edited)

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**Backstory/Bio:** The girl was not a planned birth. She was born on December 16 and into the home of Yua and Eiichi Yakamura, becoming the younger sister of the Yuki Yakamura. She would be named Jijo, a name that held only the meaning of second daughter. And that was all she was to them. A backup. Not that they planned on needing one anyways. Yuki was ten years older than her and far more skilled in all the areas the small girl could not do. Piano playing, high grades, any standards for rich folk. Being the perfect doll for the rich family’s dream heir. Everything. This meant that Jijo was often ignored by her parents and left for the servants and her own lonely self to be her own company. Being shy at school didn’t help either… nor did being picked up by her older sister help. Everyday Jijo walked home, she would be forced to endulge in the endless happy babbling of Yuki. She often spoke about how she was with her friends or academics or parents, something Jijo wanted. No, craved. And her stupid sister was always just dangling it over her face, like holding a piece of meat over a starved dog. She hated Yuki and honestly wished she was dead. A few years later, Yuki Yakamara, age 16, was found dead, brutally murdered. Left hand was reported missing.(edited)

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The once organized, dignified home of the Yakamuras had fallen into shambles of pure grief. Parents turned to alcohol and locked themselves away in their room to either weep or work. Seemed like everyone was in pain over Yuki’s death. Except for the younger sister. Unlike her parents who viewed this as a loss, Jijo simply saw this as an opportunity. Everyday after school, she would come home to study how to write and read properly. She prepared for higher levels of academics with the help of the servants and learned of hobbies Yuki had liked. Not only that, but she also studied her sister. Or well, whatever was left behind on her. She watched old footage and studied photos of her sibling. And practiced copying them. Eventually she was able to present to her parents and slowly, they seemed to warm up. No more crying. No more drinking. Just fake smiles and fake laughs. They warmed up to this new version of Jijo, no, Yuki. Yuki grew up to be the near spitting image of, well, the old Yuki. She wore her clothes and carried out school activities her sister once did. But there was one thing she couldn’t copy, and that was personality. The original Yuki was social and easy to get along with, being able to to chat and be friends with almost anyone. New Yuki? Ehhhh- not so much. There were just things she couldn’t leave behind. Like the people at her school was just...incompetent. They couldn’t do anything right like her nor did they even deserve attention. So why do they always get it? It baffles Yuki that they had such close relations with others and families, despite having nothing special or good in them. They never worked hard to achieve in school or to please anyone. So why? Why was it so easy for them? Perhaps she was a bit jealous. Perhaps she knew that the attention she was receiving from her parents wasn’t... genuine.

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Maybe she was only now realizing that all those empty praises and smiles from her parents wasn’t filling that hungering emptiness in her chest at all. (This part is extremely rushed due to me being lazy) Neither did compliments or the warmth of others either. Nothing was filling her. Until she grew infatuated with a boy named Kaito. Unknown to her, she had also been recently struck my a stand arrow. After a few months of stalking, deep research into the boy, a few chats here and there as well as some disposals of rivals with the use of her stand, she was able to bring herself to confess her love to him. However when rejected, she threw into a fit of rage and nearly killed him when she slammed the back of his head onto the nearby ledge of a window. Horrified at the bloody scene, Yuki rushed home, assuming he was dead. But due to panic, she would be caught red handed by her parents right when she opened the door. This led to an angry dispute between them and the parents spatting that she was a disgrace to the family name for dare staining their reputation. In the end, her enraged pain got the best of the girl and she ended up killing them too with her stand. Yuki now resides in England, hoping for a chance of a new life.

**How did they get their stand:** Pierced by the arrow.

**Other:** Has a fondness for animals, specifically cats.