(FULL NAME)GENERAL
Name: Chiyo Yū
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Sexuality: She won't say
Birthday: December 3rd
Japanese star Sign: Horse
Height: 164 cm 5'4
Weight: 88 pounds
Hometown: A dark cold place
Region: She dosen't know
Goal: Prove she's strong enough
Quote: "Determination does not equal strength...."
Other: Chiyo hates cold weatherAPPEARANCE
Hair: Black w/ Crimson highlights
Eyes:Blood
Skin:Beach Sand
Piercing(s): Ear
Scars: alot on her ankles
Distinctive Marking(s): A Mole above her right eyebrow
Casual Clothing: What she's wearing
Accessory(ies): Hair accessories/Clothing Accessories.
Equipment: 2 Kitana's and other weapons.
Clothing Example: ^^
Other: Her swords are named Lotus and PeonyPERSONALITY/TRAITS
Personality Overview: Shy but tough
Personality Traits: Quiet, timid, nervous, bold.
Voice:
Talent(s): She can speak 4 different languages, she can fit through tight spaces, she wouldn't pass out from a Tanjiro's headbutt, her reflexes are faster than Inosuke's, She's faster than Zenitsu.
Habits: She has none.
Hobby(ies): Fishing, training her pets.
Humor: She dosen't have a sense of humor
Likes: Snakes, Mitsuri, Shinobu, Animals, her caretakers, food.
Dislikes: Inosuke, Nezuko, Being hurt, being builled, aggressiveness, hurting, drowning.
Common Mood(s): Neutral
Pet Peeves: Being looked down on
Fears/Phobias: She is scared of crying and being seen as weak.
Strengths: Mentality.
Weaknesses: She dosen't do Snow, her bones are weak, she's accident prone.
Idol(s): None.
Mental disorders: Depression, trauma.
Sexuality: Unknown.
Favorite Color(s): Red, white, black.
Favorite Food/Drink(s): Matcha and wagashi
Favorite Music Genre(s): Relaxing music, played by instruments.
Other:RELATIONSHIPS
Mother: Unknown (Ino Yū)
Father: Unknown
Sibling(s): (Unknown)
Other Important Family: Kashi the swordsman.
Significant Other(s): None
Best Friend(s): Aiko, Gen.
Friend(s): Aiko the Fox, Gen the Owl
Rival(s): None
Enemy(ies): People who punished her mother, and tormented her.
Other:BACKSTORY
Current Life: A lone traveler who butts into situations that she thinks could use her
Backstory Overview:One day on a cold Winter night In a poor town...
Chiyo was found by a old woman, barely alive the poor child barely had any strength to cry. The baby was froze and extremely cold, outside the woman's hut, she brought the crying child in warming her up and feeding her with all the food she had to spare,, she was very malnutritioned and weak, but the woman did her best to keep the baby alive. Growing up was hard for her, the girl had developed a bone condition Osteoporosis because of what she went through as a kid...Food was also though Chiyo was always hungry and was never filled...Not only that but she was constantly bullied for her small size and fragile bones, they would often force her to do things she didn't want to do like eat living animals, swim in a lake full of dangerous things...This was the tip of the iceberg...Soon they started to waterborne her, hit her with sticks and rocks, break her bones, and hurt her in more graphic ways...
This all continued until one day her mother found out and spent all her money on medicine for the girl, soon tax collectors came and killed her mother for not having her money...That's how cold life was...Emotionally unstable Chiyo hid inside of a closet and held back her crying, she knew she she were to shead a tear she'd be next. Soon the man left, and Chiyo ran out of the house and away from the village running as fast as she could, it started to rain but that didn't stop her from trying to get away from the horror she saw, she still didn't cry...She was afraid to...She remembered everytime she cried something bad would happen. The girl ran down a hill and slipped by the mud, she wasn't barely wearing anything so she knew she would catch a cold, her immune system was weak, she was weak, weak weak weak weak weak-
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