An unlikely love blossoms between a young dancer and a centuries-old Yuki Onna. Yuria Fuki (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Yuria Fuki (open) Yuria Fuki (close) Character Name: Yuria Fuki Gender: Female Age: 17 years old General Appearance: Waist-length livid hair, lime-green eyes, curvy build Height: 155 cm / 5'1" General Personality: Kind, a bit naive Background: A dancer and member of a travelling circus group. Yuria loves her job and the camaraderie she has with her fellow performers. Her group had been travelling all over the nations and traversed all kinds of terrain, from desert, forest, grasslands, etc. Currently, the circus is going through a mountain pass when a blizzard struck, separating her from the others... this was where her fate took an abrupt turn, for better or worse. The region of Fubuki, known for their harsh long winters and powerful blizzards. The Cirque de Elegance, the circus group which Yuria belonged, was just leaving from Kori town after performing there. They were now traversing through the only main road out of the town which involved passing through one of the most treacherous mountain pass in the region. The town mayor assured the Cirque's ringmaster that the possibility of a blizzard was low since winter wouldn't arrive until a few days. Of course, the ever-fickle hands of fate decided to descend upon Yuria's group that day. A blizzard, sudden and swift, formed on the mountain pass, throwing the caravans disarray, Yuria was one of the poor souls separated from her group during the blizzard. "Ha... ha... h-help, kuh..." Walking through the raging snowstorm, Yuria pulled her coat tighter to her body, using the other hand to keep her hood covering her head. Her footsteps were heavy, her misty breaths ragging, it was getting hard to feel anything as she felt her face, hands, and feet numbing due to the sheer cold. The dancer's green eyes winced in fear and desperation, she must get shelter immediately or else she'd perish here. She still had a long life ahead of her, a life of adventure and wonder, she couldn't die here, not now. A few more minutes passed, Yuria was this close to passing out when she saw an orange light at the corner of her eyes. Orange... as in the color of fire, "!?" She gasped, someone lived around here. The choice was clear, go there or freeze to death. Heaving the last of her energy fueled by self-preservation instinct, Yuria trudged her way to the light. Hopefully it was indeed signs of life and not her hallucination. "Ha... ha... come on, come on!" Screaming just to force her body moving, Yuria's blurring vision was gazed with the sight of a wooden hut. Praise the Gods! "E-excuse me!" She barged inside, extremely relieved the door was unlocked. The dancer immediately closed the door behind her as she slid down onto the floor, sitting on the ground, hugging her shivering body. She crawled to the hearth in the middle, which was currently cooking a warm broth. "...I... I'll apologize later..." She gulped, taking off her coat, then taking a nearby bowl, she scooped up the broth into her bowl by using the hanged cooking spoon. The young woman blew on the broth to cool it down then took a few sips, sighing in comfort from the warmth coursing through her. She must thank whoever lived here. "Hello, anyone here? I uh... I was caught in the blizzard and in dire need of help, your house was the closest shelter I could find, I'm sorry I intruded without permission, is there anything I can do to make up?"