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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Hana Sato
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Rikuto and Kasumi Tachibana (father and mother) – both unavailable due to the Time Warp
Residence: England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Yes, the Hogsmeade Children’s Home.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:L Azuriah, et al.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)31 December 1974/1 January 1937
Youko had just turned six when she wished that everyone would disappear. And it came true.
Her parents had been going through a rough divorce for a while now. Her mother had moved out of the house ages ago and still didn’t visit. Her father had thrown himself at his work and Youko rarely, if ever, saw him. Her older sister picked on her and Youko just bit her lip.
They all became civil to each other when New Year’s came along, which was also coincidentally her birthday.
She looked at her family looking at her with cold dark brown eyes and impatient curves of the lips.
She closed her eyes and wished everyone would disappear.
When she opened them, she was sitting in the middle of a cornfield.
She cried.
~*~
8 January 1937
She had been six years old for three days now. Her family was gone and she had cried, scared out of her mind.
She had some sort of magical ability and she was scared of what else it could do. Because on the one hand, her family was gone, which was great! But on the other hand, she didn’t have food or clothes or a comfortable bed! And Kuma-chan disappeared too, which was not part of the plan at all.
Half of her problems were saved when a farmer had found her. He must have had heard her crying.
“What’s your name, little girl?”
She’d sniffed and wiped her eyes with her tiny fist. “You- Yuuki.”
The farmer had smiled and invited her in to his and his wife’s house at the edge of the cornfield. She’d tearily agreed.
“M-My parents left me. I don’t know why. I’m scared,” she’d told them, crying into the tea they’d given her.
The farmer’s wife had asked her if she knew where her parents went and she’d shaken her head sadly. “We were going on a trip. I forgot where.” Another bout of tears sprung had from her eyes and she’d sobbed, rubbing them away with a shaky hand.
“Yuuki-chan,” the farmer’s wife had said, after a pause.
Youko Yuuki had looked up at them through tear-stained eyes. “I’m sure you’re tired. Would you like to stay and rest for a while?” The woman had offered her a soft smile, “Maybe after a good sleep, you can remember?”
She’d sniffed and, after a pause of hesitation, nodded once.
She’d been staying with them for three days, when they asked her again.
“Yuuki-chan, do you remember where your family was going?”
She’d shaken her head sadly, eyes downcast. “No.” Tears had brimmed in her eyes.
The farmer had patted her on the head. “It’s alright. You can stay another day.”
She had been staying with them for a week now. The farmer and his wife had been whispering to each other when they thought she was in the room they’d let her stay in.
They asked her later if she would like to stay with them for a bit longer.
Tears sprung in her eyes and she sniffed. “I- I would like that. You are both very kind to me. But I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”
The couple smiled at her. “It’s no trouble at all.”
She smiled and bowed to them. “Please take care of me.”
~*~
2 January 1938
She had just turned seven the day before. She’d been living with the farmer and his wife for a year now. The field was big enough to run in for hours. The neighbors were friendly. The neighboring kids loved to chase each other in the fields. But there was so much work to do. And the only other fun thing she could actually do was climb trees. She was dissatisfied and unsatisfied.
“I found a card from my little sister,” she said, eyes wide. She presented the hand-made pink card to them. Crudely drawn figures of what seemed to be a mother, a father, and their daughter stared up at them on the front with sad faces. The inside read in a shaky child’s handwriting,
“ONEECHAN.
GOOD BIRTHDAY.
I MISS YOU.
PLEAS COME HOME.
MAMA AND PAPA WOORIED.
HAV HOPE.
I NO YOU ALIVE.
CAR BROKKEN NO YEN.
WE SAVE YOU SOON.”
She presented the opened letter envelope to them. It had the name AYA TAKAHASHI and an address scrawled. “Hokkaido,” she said.
“Hokkaido?” The farmer and his wife looked at each other, eyes sad.
“I can go on my own,” she said, straightening her shoulders and raising her chin, trying to look mature.
“Yuuki-chan, it’s not safe.”
“I can go on my own. I want... I want to be a big girl.” Her eyes were steely, determined.
The farmer and his wife looked at each other again, brows drawn with worry. They seemed to be having a silent conversation with their eyes.
Finally, the farmer’s wife sighed and smiled down at her. There were tears in her eyes. “I will pack you some food for the journey.”
Yuuki grinned up at them and they both smiled at her, eyes fond. “Pack your things,” the farmer said, patting her head.
She nodded, “Yes,” and bowed to them before dashing up the stairs. She could have sworn she heard the farmer’s wife sniffle.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said at the train station, bowing low to the farmer and his wife.
“Have a safe trip, Yuuki-chan.” The farmer patted her head.
~*~
6 January 1938
She had been seven years old for two days when she arrived in Hokkaido. She’d wandered around the station, eyes sad. When she’d spotted what looked to be a middle-class woman, her eyes had filled with tears. As she’d passed the woman, she’d sniffled and rubbed her eye. The woman had noticed and asked her where her parents were.
“Dead,” she said, and promptly burst into tears.
The woman had taken her in. She had a small apartment and a puppy. She worked all day and came back at six in the evening to cook dinner. She had rolled out an extra bed for her new guest and the blankets were warm and soft.
Youko patted herself on the back; she had chosen well.
“I’m home,” the woman’s voice came from the door.
Youko Ayako looked up from playing with the puppy and grinned. “Welcome back!”
The woman smiled at her, eyes sad. “I’m making stew for dinner.”
“Do you need help?”
The woman chuckled, fond. “Okay, why not?”
She petted the puppy before following the woman to the small kitchen.
She could get used to this.
~*~
3 January 1939
She had turned eight years old two days before the woman announced that she was going to Germany.
She had a moment of internal panic as she watched, wide-eyed, the woman hurriedly packing her bags.
This was not supposed to happen.
“Take me with you,” she’d pleaded, clinging to the woman’s skirt.
The woman looked down at her, emotions running through her face in quick succession before settling on firm resignation. “No,” she said. Ayako froze. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“But- But why?” She clutched the woman’s skirt tightly.
“My brother had gone to Germany years ago. I received a letter from him just now, saying he was going to be a soldier, that he was going to fight in the war.” The woman pursed her lips. “I don’t want that to happen. I can’t let him die.”
“Take me with you,” she repeated, hugging the woman’s legs desperately.
The woman paused, and sighed, petting her hair gently. Ayako sniffled.
“I don’t want to be alone again,” she murmured, tears streaking down her cheeks.
The woman pursed her lips. After a long, tense silence, except for Ayako’s sniffling, the woman finally sighed.
“Alright. Pack your bags.”
Ayako sobbed into the woman’s skirt, thanking her over and over as she clung on.
~*~
7 January 1939
She had been eight years old for a week now, and she didn’t like Germany all that much.
It was frightening and there were soldiers everywhere and the woman had gone to see her brother and she still hadn’t come back.
She fled. She grimaced at the garbage around her, but the back alleys and dark corners were the only places she could hide from the scary soldiers. She hoped she could find a new family soon.
She was curled up in an alleyway, crying silently in fear. She wished someone from a good family would come and find her soon.
She heard footsteps in the mouth of the alley and looked up, hoping it wasn’t a scary soldier. Blue eyes stared at her curled up form. It was a girl about her age and she had dark hair and blue, blue eyes. The girl stared at her, surprised. She looked back at her girl, her cheeks stained with tears.
The girl said something in German and she frowned and answered confusedly in Japanese.
The girl shifted from foot to foot, before pointing to herself. “Ava,” she said.
She sniffled and pointed to herself too. “A- Aoi.”
The girl giggled. “‘Owwie’?” The girl, Ava, had a bright smile, all teeth and girlish delight.
Youko Aoi wiped her eyes and smiled, uncharacteristically shy.
Ava made a series of gestures that Aoi could barely decipher, and she told the other girl as much. When the two girls realized they couldn’t understand each other, they giggled. Ava reached out her hand to her and Aoi accepted with a smile.
Ava’s family were nice enough to take her under their wing.
~*~
4 January 1940
She had turned nine years old a few days ago, and had been living with Ava’s family for almost a year.
Aoi pointed at the table. “
Tisch?”
Ava giggled and clapped. She pointed at the table too. “
Teburu?”
Aoi grinned and clapped.
The two girls had been trying to learn each other’s language for the past year. Though, the language barrier didn’t prevent them from becoming close friends.
Ava’s father was a soldier and she hardly saw him, and Aoi comforted the girl to the best of her ability. Ava’s mother was a kindly woman who cooked delicious meals, even with the rationing. The household was a very good place in the midst of a war.
She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, which was a rare thing for her. She wasn’t sure if she liked it. At that moment, as she watched Ava’s eyes light up every time she got something right, she liked it very much.
~*~
9 January 1941
She had just turned ten years old more than a week ago, which was also when she’d been driven out of Ava’s house. Ava’s father had come to visit and he was furious that they’d taken in some Asian girl. As far as Ava’s father was concerned, anyone who wasn’t German was the opposition.
While Ava’s mother had tried to calm him down, Ava hugged her goodbye, slipping a note in her pocket, a map towards the port, and whispered to her. Go to England. She would be safe there.
Aoi had given her a quick kiss on the lips, for good luck, she’d said to Ava’s surprised expression.
Aoi fled.
~*~
5 February 1941
She had been ten years old for a little more than a month, and in that time she’d found a refugee to take her under his wing and together they fled to England. It was a nice enough country. Too much rain for her taste, though, but all the rain meant that she could snuggle up under warm blankets all she wanted.
“Hinata,” the man called to her, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. She grinned from her cocoon of blankets. There wasn’t much they could have, which frustrated her. She was still planning out a good enough excuse to leave.
The German man knew a bit of English, which he taught to her as best as he could. Thanks to Ava, she could communicate a little more effectively with him, but she needed to learn the English language for when she finally left.
She thanked him politely in German and he smiled and petted her hair. “
Gern geschehen,” he said, his hand wandering down to rub her back.
It made her uncomfortable and she said so, but he just smiled and said, “
Macht euch keine Sorgen. Es ist in Ordnung.” Don’t worry. It’s alright.
She bit her lip, frowning, and shrugged off his hand. “
Nein,” she repeated, firm.
The man just laughed, with a tinge of fondness, but his eyes were steely.
She wished she could form a good reason to leave, soon.
~*~
10 March 1941
She had been ten years old for two months and a little more than a week. She had left the German man’s care (she shuddered at the memory) a month and a half after she’d first met him. It was her briefest stay with a family to date, and she was both incensed that she’d made a wrong choice and grateful it was over.
She didn’t expect him to be like that. He didn’t look like it when she’d picked him out. She would have to be more cautious.
She decided to seek out an orphanage instead of another family.
With tears in her eyes, she said in broken English, “M-My family is dead.”
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:It was a rare sunny day in England, and she intended to bask in it for as long as possible.
She strolled through the park, a skip in her step as she let the sunlight warm her. She mentally patted herself on the back; she made a great choice with the orphanage. It was near the park, and the adults didn't look suspicious at all. So far.
She shuddered and shook her head. Happy thoughts, only happy thoughts. Sunlight, warmth, warm sunlight, strolling, running, yes, good. The smile slipped back onto her face.
"You!"She blinked, startled, and glanced wide-eyed at the sound of the voice.
"...Do you want to play?" the voice said, in a much gentler tone.
Hana blinked at the girl thoughtfully. She smiled.
"Depends on the game."
OTHERHow did you find us?
I followed the Disney gif’d road.
