Character name: Yukiko Nakahara-Dazai
Gender/pronouns: Female, she/her
Appearance:There is a description of her in the excerpt below but, basically, she appears to be a feminine copy of her father Chuuya. She is average height and weight for a girl her age, with long orange locks and bright blue eyes. Normally, like most of the Mafia, she dresses in high-end fashion business causal-styled black clothes but accompanies it with sandy-tan or beige pieces mixing both her parents normal colours into her everyday wardrobe. She tends to wear womenβs combat boots calling them most practical for her line of work. Around her right wrist in plain sight Yukiko always wears a old blue band-like bracelet with the emblem of a ramβs head etched onto it, this was given to her by Chuuya as her welcome gift into the Port Mafia.
Canon or OC: Oc
Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs
Personality: Yukiko is a very interesting individual when it comes to emotions and personality. Though the most accurate way to describe the young Gifted would probably be βA mini Chuuya with Dazai lurking just beneath the surface waiting for the right moment.β As some have described her. Yukiko is child-like, loud, energetic, stubborn and strong willed. She takes extreme pride in being a member of the Port Mafia and takes any insults to it as personal insults which she can not and will not let stand. She always speaks her mind being bold and blunt with only her parents or one of her aunts or uncles have proven effective in quieting her sharp tongue. Even so Yukiko does have a sense of refinement to her and is capable of showing respect being business like or acting like a young socialite when it is called for, just donβt expect it unless it is needed or her one aunt is around. Over all she is a young teen who knows who she is and revels on taking full advantage of that knowledge as often as she can.
However. Despite her normally childish behaviour and tendencies, Yukiko isnβt one to take lightly just because she seems like an ordinary if not more so than ordinary spoiled child. It would be the last and biggest mistake anyone could make. Being brought up in the Mafia from birth, Yukiko is more than aware of the darker aspects of her family and has, in turn, also been taught them. On top of which the fifteen year old is extremely loyal and protective of every single member regardless of rank or when they joined the organisation. Though normally compassionate and understanding, all that goes out the window when the Mafia is threatened and sheβll do whatever it takes to ensure itβs menderβs get home safe. She is quick-witted, ruthless in her loyalty and sense of duty and not afraid to eliminate any who pose threat or a block to the Mafia.
Background: Born in Suribachi City and raised in Yokohama City both in Japan, Yukiko Nakahara-Dazai is the fifteen year old daughter ofΒ Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai.
To say that Yukiko has grown up in the lap of luxury and power is an gross understatement. She lives in a upscale penthouse at the very top of one of the skyscrapers that make up the Port Mafia Headquarters with both her parents and has since she was a baby. Its actually the same building Chuuya's office is located in. With Chuuya as the Boss of the Port Mafia and Dazai as a Dectective working for the Armed Detective Agency, two organizations that are supposed to be enemies in the public eye, things can get a little complicated and yet the teen has found herself never once feeling as though she is without a family or missing something important. Yukiko has never had a lack of anything from freedom to the material despite her careful upbringing which has walked a very fine line because of her family.....which she considers every member down to the last grunt of the Mafia to be. Also, by begrudging extension on her part, the members of the Detective Agency as well. It is this fine line that has allowed the girl to grow up with confidence, attitude that can only be checked by a select few, knowledge of the city and intricate government workings and so much freedom that all of Yokohama City has been and is her personal playground. Her stomping grounds ranging from the most crowded busy streets and shops, to the winding sewers and shadow-filled back allies. None of which she fears. Kind of hard to when you've got the five Executives of the most powerful well known criminal organization as your aunts and uncles on one hand and a group of highly skilled detectives fulfilling the same roles on the other hand. That's not including that all of them have Supernatural Abilities or that Yukiko has her own such power.
But these are just the publicly known files regarding the young teen who is both a secret and public knowledge when it comes to her existence. There are a few fairly important details missing from these files. So important that not even Yukiko herself is aware of them.....the exact circumstances of her birth a couple of years after the Worldwide Vampire Outbrake.
The truth that Yukiko is actually the second known living person to come into existence after being written into The Book. She was born when Dazai and Chuuya wrote her into The Book together, thus resulting in an infant little girl. The only ones aware of this are both men and both of the girl's partners.
Other information: Where Yukiko is from there are people in the world who have supernatural abilities called 'Gifted' or 'Ability Users'. And with both her parents being Ability Users themselves its not much of a surprise so is she. Her ability, The Temple of the Red Pavilion, revolves around space manipulation by cutting off or defining spacific areas of her choosing by using the creation of red colored barriers taking the form of slab-like walls or boxes which have what appear to be Japanese writing floating around inside almost as though they were constructed from book script. The areas she defines with these barriers are absolute. Any physical matter or energy caught within the severed spatial area will be cut. The attack can also leave behind a dimensional line, which will cause anything that comes into contact with it to be cut as well. Since this is a spatial attack that distorts the fabrics of reality, there is no physical defense against it. The boxes and walls can appear very quickly, with very little to no lag between the attack and damage. In addition Yukiko's ability gives her the instinctual extrasensory ability to be highly intune with the surroundingΒ space around her within the immediate area.
Yukiko can hotwire a car. She was taught by her parents at thirteen.
Yukiko can speak several languages: English, Japanese and French.
In her world Yukiko has two partners she works with, her normal partner being another Mafiosi two years older then herself by the name of Ray Bradbury whose Gift is Fahrenheit 451. Together they are in charge of the guerrilla attack force of the Mafia.
Her other partner is one she teams up with when things get difficult: Arthur Conan Doyle Shirase whose Gift is The Hounds of the Baskervilles. He is a year older then her and a Rookie Detective at the Armed Detective Agency.
She is based off of Yukio Mishima and her Ability The Temple of the Golden Pavilion.
Excerpt:-from my fanfic I am working on.
"Aarrre weeee theeerrrreeee yeeeeeetttttt~!? Iβm. Sooo. Booaaarrrdd~!β The sing song quality of the female voice echoing up from the backseat drowned out by the equal moan of complaint quality mixed within it. All this, of course, interrupted somewhere with the crunch of a suddenly empty bottle of water. A bottle which was then tossed up into the air in a rather board manner as a small boxy crimson cube suddenly materialised around it surrounding the plastic container holding it suspended in the air for a brief moment. The next second there were soft muffled thunks as chunks of plastic hit the carpeted floor with a slight bounce thanks to the movement of the car. The empty plastic bottle had been perfectly sliced into equal chunks, leaving the bottom half and the end with the cap still attached to it as the largest pieces. βArenβt we in Yokohama by now? It feels like weβve been gone forever and weβre still not back yet, even though Papa drives like a thousand miles per hour!β, huffed a young girl staring up at the interior of the carβs roof through a messy curtain of bright orange hair, βI thought weβd be back by now.β Tiered and annoyed cerulean blue orbs locked on a single spot on the dark roof as she lay sprawled out over the entirety of the backseat. Head resting against a small stack of a few books to use as a head prop against the harshness of the driver side back door. The teen had thought about using her plushie tiger but decided against it, she was far too lazy to reach over and grab it to replace the already stacked books in use.Β
The girl in question couldnβt have been more than someplace in her lower to mid teens with a deceptively slim build that made her appear more built for speed and grace rather than sheer power. Which wasnβt wrong entirely considering her martial arts skills still needed a fair amount of work. Her long locks which perfectly mimicked those of the driver were allowed to be loose falling down her back and along her shoulders at the moment in an unkempt mane of brilliant orange. A wild mane which was well complimented by a sandy-tan kimono styled top whose long ties hung from the small bow at her lower back sticking out from under her. Fitted black pants were tucked into a pair of combat boots resting lazily upon the sill of the opposite doorβs window as the teen reclined back. Two trench coats, one black with a red lining inside and the other the same sandy tan as her top, were draped over her in place of the very much available warm blanket at her feet. The strong scents of alcohol and cigarette smoke mingling with coffee and fresh linen leading to her pressing her nose to both coats before inhaling deeply and cuddling more into them. Despite the teen's relaxed, even down right lazy, appearance at the moment her clothes were not only all well pressed but very high-end. Everything together working well in order to create quite the contradicting picture.
"You complain just like your dad.β, came an almost growling male voice from the front driver seat. A man clad in a dark suit comprised of a dark grey vest and black ribbon bolo tie over a white button down shirt paired with black slacks was currently the one occupying the driver seat. As he had been for the past few days.Β Eyes which matched the girlβs perfectly turned up into the mirror to glance at the teen in the backseat, thus better exposing a black choker secured around the neck of the man. All the whileΒ gloved hands still trained on the wheel of the vehicle as though this individual had been born drivingβ¦.arrogantly relaxed and yet there was no doubt this man was in control of even the slightest of the vehicleβs movements. βWeβve only been gone a few days and, if I remember right, some Chibi was the one who refused to shut up about a family vacation until we were able to find time for one for her birthday. Now that same Chibi is even more eager to get back all of a su-hey. What did I tell you about the hat?β
It might have sounded like a threat but the teen only stuck out her tongue in the mirror as she set the dark fedora snug on top of her own bright locks. It fit very well as a look of superior smugness came over her face despite the apparent danger. It wasnβt like the driver was going to do anything even if he wasnβt directing the car right then after all. The number of times the girl snatched the old hat right from the manβs head to parade around with it by now made it a daily routine of normalcy. Sheβd give it back eventually.
With hat resting firmly secured on her head, the teen flopped back with all the grace of a smack to the face against the back of the seat. The coats immediately getting pulled right back over her lap while the teen was no longer Β lounging around but rather sitting straight upwards. Sandy tan on top of crimson-lined black, an arm slipped into the sleeve of both so that the teen was partially wearing both at the same time.Β "I know.", she replied hunching forwards then to grab the book resting precariously on the arm rest between the two front seats, "I just wanna hurry up so we can get home now that vacation is over. Its not my fault I get homesick so easily." Plucking the book to open the collection on her lap the orange haired teen adjusted herself in her seat making herself comfortable while resigning herself to possibly reading the remainder of the trip back to the city.
"She may complain like me but that anxiousness whenever she leaves the city isn't from me. Every time we leave it's like we're never going to come back or see the city ever again." Another male voice, though this one from the front passenger seat and was more of a lazy drawl then a low growling tone having waited patiently. This voice belonging to a brunette man clad similarly to the driver in a dark vest, though his pants were a lighter tan compared to the driver and under his vest was a soft paleΒ blue. Visible about the exposed parts of his neck and forearms sticking out from the coat sleeves were tight white linen bandages that appeared to be freshly wrapped. It was this bandage-wrapped brunette that turned his head around to face the young hat thief wearing a smirk on his face that would shame the most devilish of children. "All your anxiousness aside though, I think I know the reason you're so eager to get home~.", the man spoke in a sing-song voice identical to the same one the teen had used not but a moment again, "And its not because you miss the city~."
The girl startled suddenly,Β freezing in her mid turning of one of the pages. Eyes growing into perfectly round sea basins as they locked panicked on the chocolate brown smirk watching her over the seats shoulder. "Thats not it!", she said quickly trying to defend herself, "I do miss home! I can't wait to get home because we'll be home again, not because I miss-"
"-I never said you missed someone.", the bandaged brunette said slyly, "Only that you missed more than the city."
Almost like instinct the orange haired teen suddenly fell silent, her teeth biting into her lower lip to keep her self-incriminating words back.
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