Yukiko Shimizu
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| Shimizu, Yukiko ♀ | |
|---|---|
  Número Veintitrés | |
| Date of Birth | 2nd February, 1980 (32) |
| Place of Birth | 80th South District, Rukongai |
| Zanpakutō | Touchuukaku |
| Mask | Escarcha |
| Player | Yukiko |
| Visored | |
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Appearance
Standing at six feet tall, and weighing 140 lbs, Yukiko is noticeably larger than her peers. She wears a variety of different clothes due to her residence in the living world, but when fighting, she often wears a garb befitting a swordswoman. This is usually any sort of yukata/hakama combo, though she never wears a split hakama. She occasionally wears a feathered cloak to protect her from the cold. Yukiko's pale blue hair is tied in a long flowing tail that reaches down to her ankles. It is parted at the front by a blue headband. Her eyes are an icy azure, and her gaze is piercing and cold. Though tall, Yukiko is far from rugged. Her figure is well proportioned, fairly well-endowed, and her body is taut with lean muscle.
Yukiko fashioned herself a uniform similar to the ones that the Arrancar wear as a result of her new status. It consists of a white dress with ice-blue trim. The collar comes down in a V displaying her cleavage, and is adorned with the snow white feathers from her old shawl. She also wears a silver bracelet with a pendant attached in the shape of the number twenty-three. She has an ice-blue leather belt with a silver buckle that secures her zanpakutō to her waist. Her hair is tied in a tail with a white ribbon.
Personality
In one word, Yukiko could best be described as brash. She has a hair-trigger temper; she is very quick to bite your head off for saying or doing something that displeases her. At the same time, she is chipper and optimistic, always looking at the bright-side of any situation, and rarely gets depressed by anything. She has seen the worst of human behavior, and isn't much surprised by brutality or malice. Yukiko is terribly impatient, always wanting to cut to the chase.
In spite of all this, she has a duality to her behavior. Yukiko has a penchant for girlish things, more than happy to take the time to stop and adore wildflowers and cute animals. Her room is tidy and charming, filled with all things one would describe as feminine. She actually hates insects, to the point of being scared to death of them; the very sight sends her into a hapless frenzy where she might try to trash one with her sword or run the hell away.
Yukiko pulls no punches in her fights. She readily slashes at her opponents in whatever way she sees as best fit for the job. Her style usually consists of wild swings; though not amateur in the least, she doesn't cripple herself by falling into a predictable fighting style. When the situation calls for it, she is able to calm down and focus her attacks, but she rarely likes to resort to this method, preferring to overwhelm her opponent instead.
History
Rape. That's what lead to her entry into this world. Born in the 80th district of southern Rukongai, Shimizu Yukiko was a bastard child. Her parents were a helpless new plus fresh from the living world, and a nameless rat who dared to call himself anything of greater constitution than hellspawn. Her poor mother had barely come out of soul burial before being apprehended by a gang of wretches who proceeded to have their way with her. Luckily, a righteous Shinigami had been patrolling the district that day.
He was an honorable man, personally volunteering to police the 80th south Rukon district; something that was unheard of. No one cared about the denizens there! Yet, he, perhaps having originated from such an area, was all too eager to come and help. Needless to say, when he arrived, he got to work right away. The very first crime he discovered was the sin that resulted in Yukiko's conception. The valiant Shimizu Sanjuro of the Eleventh Division, as she would later learn was his name, had come to her mother's rescue just before the unruly ruffians were about to dispose of her like a used object.
Safety had graced Yukiko's mother like a godsend. Providing her shelter in a far off shack, separated from the 80th district commons, Sanjuro took it upon himself to postpone his mission and ensure this woman's safety. It wasn't long before the two fell in love. They lived peacefully, undisturbed for months. Eventually, with his lover's pregnancy to consider, Sanjuro resolved to stay with her for the long-haul.
When Yukiko was born, the Shinigami couldn't have been happier. Sanjuro quickly forgot his duties to the Gotei Thirteen, and eventually, he stopped reporting back all together. He devoted himself to raising his new daughter. When she was old enough, Yukiko was soon taught the art of combat. Her doting father saw to it that while he showered her with unconditional love, she would be able to defend herself from the horrors of reality. Yukiko gained a lot of practice with her sword, taking to it like ordinary children would to a toy. The girl developed a penchant for fighting, and, unbeknownst to her father, would venture into the 80th district proper and regularly brawl with its denizens. Needless to say, her father quickly found out about her adventures due to the injuries she would often bring home. He didn't approve openly, but inside, he was proud; though her mother was cross about it.
One day, her happiness was swiftly and brutally brought to a close. After returning home one night, when she was about fifteen, Yukiko never noticed the shapes that followed her in the shadows. She had an argument with her mother when she returned. Yukiko had once again returned bruised and battered, and her mother was noticeably upset about it. She scolded her daughter about her violent and reckless behavior, and in the end, the girl ran out the back door, sobbing and screaming about not being understood. When Sanjuro came in to see what the commotion was, he tried to calm Yukiko's mother down and reason with her. He never got the chance to sort out the mess. The door was broken down as armed assailants stormed in. Sanjuro commanded his lover to flee while he held them off, and reluctantly, she escaped unhindered.
When Yukiko was found by her mother, she was confused as she was dragged along further into the wilderness. They ran and ran until she finally forced her mother to stop and tell her what was going on. The parent then collapsed to her knees while embracing her daughter and crying her heart out, begging Yukiko not to leave her too.
After she calmed her down, Yukiko led her mother back to the house, where they discovered the mutilated corpse of her beloved father-figure. Sanjuro had been murdered by the assailants. Suddenly, she heard her mother from behind her silently crying; she was expecting this. She then told Yukiko the truth about her birth, how Sanjuro wasn't her real father. The world collapsed around her as she learned the ugly truth. She was a bastard child; the daughter of bandits. The very same bandits who she and her mother suspected were the perpetrators of her father's slaughter. They had come back for revenge.
Yukiko stormed into the hideout of the gang of thugs who allegedly killed her father. She showed no mercy. Every last one of them fell to her practiced blade; she had surpassed her father in skill and carried out her vengeance.
Having nothing left in her eyes, she bid her mother farewell and left for the Seireitei; she wanted to enroll in the Shinigami Academy and follow in Sanjuro's footsteps. In doing so, she hoped to become everything her loving father had hoped for her to be. Yukiko was a quick learner when it came to Zanjutsu; she easily placed top in the class. Though she lacked the finesse that most students displayed, she lost to no opponent short of a skilled instructor. She faired well in Hakuda, her experience from the hell that was the 80th district shining through. Yukiko was decent at the art of Hohō; her footwork left something to be desired, but she managed to pass the class. Kidō was by far her worst subject. She could barely form the most basic spell.
Time passed, and Yukiko came close to graduation. During the brief vacation that came once a year, she took the time to visit her mother back in the 80th district. Her mother, needless to say, was delighted to see her. They had a pleasant reunion, right up until the moment where the older woman collapsed on the spot. Panicked, Yukiko rushed her parent to the nearest clinic as fast as her legs could carry her. It was there she learned that her mother was very ill, and that at this stage, only the esteemed doctors of the Fourth Division would be of any help to her. Yukiko brought her mother with her on the return trip to the Seireitei, and with special permission, had her admitted to the emergency room.
There, she learned the truth. In order to obtain a usable medical history, the surgeons ran a genetics test on her mother. The results were many things: shocking, wonderful, tragic. It turned out, that her mother didn't get pregnant with Yukiko until some time after she started living with who the results said was her biological father. Shimizu Sanjuro was her dad after all. His blood flowed through her veins. Yukiko cried her heart out at this beautiful, yet bitter revelation.
Yukiko spent the remainder of her time in her dormitory while she awaited her mother's recovery. She was soon approached by the Second Division. They wanted to know about her father? How did they even know-
The results. They had gotten word of the family connection! But why did that matter to them? Unless... Yukiko's heart began to beat rapidly as a sinking feeling came upon her. Sure enough, the messengers were well aware of Sanjuro's demise. They were the ones who ordered it! His negligence in reporting had led to the command of his execution! Sanjuro had been declared AWOL, and hunting parties had been sent to track him down. The assailants that slaughtered her center of happiness, her dear, beloved father, were the very Shinigami she was about to join.
She was then informed of the situation of her mother. She was dead. They had pulled the plug. They hadn't even bothered to treat her! She had been labelled an accomplice just because of her relation to a criminal of the Gotei Thirteen!
Her mouth dried at their next words; everything suddenly became clear to her.
"So you see, Shimizu-san, we have orders to take you into custody. With force, if necessary." The two Shinigami shifted uncomfortably as she stared them down. They could feel the malice radiating off of her. It occurred to them that, yes, force would indeed be necessary.
"Godless bastards!" Yukiko reached for the Asauchi rested beside her door frame, and before the two messengers could blink, their lives faded. Blood splattered onto her Academy shihakusho as her blade ripped through their torsos. Yukiko could only stare for minutes as the two Shinigami's lifeless bodies fell limply to the wooden walkway.
Breath returned to her, as the reality of what she had just done struck. At first, she panicked. But then, she realized what she had to do. Yukiko packed the old clothes she had worn from her days in the 80th District, a worn yukata and hakama. She dragged the two bodies into her dorm room, thanking her luck that it was late and she was in a relatively lifeless section of the Seireitei. She made short work of the freshly spilled blood, erasing any immediately noticeable evidence of the crime she had just committed. She stole the shihakusho of one of the Shinigami, the one closest to her size, and exchanged her garb for it.
As subtly as possible, she made her way to the Senkaimon. There, she camped out, waiting for an opportunity to make her move. Luckily, today was the day that a large expedition was to depart to the living world and go on patrol. Yukiko traversed down to the street, nonchalantly slipping into the crowd of Shinigami. On the other side, the defected Shinigami split from the group with the same stealth she displayed before; she soon vanished from the radar of the Gotei Thirteen.
Yukiko now prepares herself to enter the world, alone.
After escaping from the Seireitei into Okumichi City, Yukiko encountered a number of Arrancar. Among them, Hydriatus, Kovou, and the Hollow Nexus Tempest were forming a dark pact. Having been on the run from the Onmitsukidō, Yukiko saw no other option but to align herselves with them and offer her services. To her surprise, she was readily accepted into the fold and granted a method of entering Hueco Mundo to meet with them at their base of operations, Ocasa. After settling in to her new home, and fashioning a garment suitable for her new position, the Conquistador III set out to discover what it was about the realm of Hollows that rang to her so much like home.
Combat
Strengths
Regular Brawler - Yukiko's childhood was filled with regular skirmishes. She is well versed in close-range combat, and prefers it over any other style.
Cunning Vagabond - Yukiko is a fugitive on the run. As such, she must be wary at all times. She is a clever girl, prepared to use her wits avoid potentially overwhelming dangers.
Sturdy Build - She is very used to taking a beating. Yukiko will not go down easily, and she uses her endurance and high stamina to outlast and conquer her foes.
Weaknesses
Magictarded - Yukiko can't use kidō worth a damn. Her reiatsu control is laughable at best, and her spells, were she ever to take the time to learn them, would be terribly ineffective.
Lone Wolf - Yukiko is unable to take much shelter in the Soul Society, much less the Seireitei, without having to really watch her back. She is a wanted criminal. At least for the time being, she is alone.
Overconfidence - Though cognizant of the dangers of fighting foes far beyond her in skill, Yukiko can't help but love a good fight. Her eagerness for combat may be the death of her.
