The Witch of Space And Time

Nickname: Feel free to call me Morgan, Mor-Kame, Morgan-Kame, or Q. I don't go by Axel anymore sooo please don't call me that. People tend to do that alot, even though I do have a name.

RP Experience: I've been roleplaying for about two and a half years, give or take a few.

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Name: Yuuko Ichihara

Age: She appears to be about......twenty-five, or so? She looks very young, very pretty. In truth her age is unknown, but the readers do have the knowledge that she is old, really old, and in fact has close ties with many spirits, old men and women, and has a vast amount of old 'treasure' she keeps in her 'storehouse'.

Anime/Game/OC: The anime, or rather the manga, xxxHOLiC. No matter how you spell it or look at it, it's always pronounced 'Holic'.

Personality: Yuuko has different personalities for different situations. When her part-timer Kimihiro Watanuki first arrived at her shop, she seemed beautiful and mysterious, languidly stretched across her couch like a goddess in a kimono half-off. This image had quickly changed as the reader, and Watanuki for that matter, found out about her devilish ways. As he started working for her, he encountered the lazy side, the hyper side, and the excessively drunk or hungover side of this Witch. When sending the boy on missions, she always offers advice in the form of a riddle, or she never elaborates on the reason for him to be cautious. She seems to always know something that you don't, which gives her the appearance of being older than freakin' dirt. She rarely uses very intricate magic in her profession of wish-granting, but she does live by the need for fair compensation, and her own personal quote: "Nothing in this world is coincidental, everything is controlled by hitsuzen. (Hitsuzen translates into the inevitable, or fate.)

History: SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOOOIIILLEEERRRRRSSSS!

Back in the days of xxxHOLiC's and Tsubasa R. Chronicles' Clow Reed, Yuuko was still a livin' breathin' young lady. Clow Reed was a highly appraised magician, mage, or whatever you want to call him that pertains to the definition of "GUY WITH ALOT OF MAGIC POWER". Yuuko, in an unfortunate accident, unfortunately not released to the fans, was falling dead one day when Clow wished for her survival, therefore killing himself, and granting her eternal youth and magical powers. She was to stay this way until she granted the wish of Clow Reed's descendants, Sakura Clow, Syaoran Li, and Kimihiro Watanuki. Watanuki was alone in the world with exception to the spirits that plagued and abused all of his senses on a daily basis, his parents having died in an accident when he was young. One day he stumbled upon the shop of Yuuko, where she said she could get rid of his 'sight', in return for fair compensation, which came to be a part-time job working in her shop: cooking, cleaning, and whatever chores to be thought of. In the following week, she has him perform a 'kyouchou', or a ceremony practiced by the Japanese on a rainy moment in which it is still sunny. He soon hears an omen of arrival, and Yuuko comes out, dressed to kill. Syaoran soon arrives with an unconscious Sakura, who has lost her memories. Two travelers also show up along with Syaoran and Sakura. Yuuko takes the fair compensation in order for them to travel dimensions to revive Sakura, and gives them the white Mokona named Soel. She keeps the black one, named Larg, so that the groups may keep in touch along their journey. The troop suffers many hardships, Yuuko alongside them from her shop in Japan the whole time. In the end, she grants a wish to Syaoran, Sakura, and their clones, so that they may live outside of the space Fei Wong Reed put them in so he could grant his own wish. Yuuko also granted Watanuki's wish, but in return it caused her own death. Watanuki preceded the shop despite the fact that he could no longer see the spirits, and gained her eternal youth, shop and treasure, Larg, and her two soul-less servants of a sort, Marudashi and Morodashi. Watanuki intends to remain in the shop, despite the lack of magic he has, to wait until Yuuko's inevitable turn. By doing this he is granting her wish, for Watanuki to live.


Role: Counselor. I may go through the teachers an check for a more fitting role, but the main two suitable for her would be History or Drama.

Weaknesses: She has a weakness to liquor. She love any kind of alcohol out there. She has a weakness to good food...cleaning makes her weak (that may be because she is lazy.) Watanuki has always been a main weakness of her's, so she is careful not to hurt him in any way.

Strengths: She is knowledgeable. She is strong, and she rarely lets herself get knocked down or upset over something. She can always pick herself up and get things done no matter how she feels, or if she has a hangover.

Weapons/Magic: Just the basic magic she uses to grant wishes and help the kids travel through dimensions.

How did you come to be at the academy?: Following Watanuki on his "mission"

Custom Title: Dimensionally Wicked

RP Sample: Maybe she shouldn't have gotten the ginjo-shu. But it was the thrill of the burning alcohol on her throat that she lived for, the feeling of her head reeling, that just made her out of control, drinking straight from the bottle into the late hours of the night. She knew she would regret that, she would regret wasting a whole bottle...she would regret not heating, or rather, she would regret not making Watanuki heat it. But with the flowing soumen for dinner Osaka-style cream puffs for dessert, it just deserved alcohol. It was a good night. She opened her eyes to find she had a blistering headache, and a bedsore for having slept on the small, thin couch instead of moving to her big comfy bed in her drunken stupor.

Whispers echoed next to her, and it wasn't that they were echoing, it was the twin echoing a phrase, "Master is asleep, Master is asleep." What time was it? It was only seven in the morning and Watanuki wasn't due until ten...since she hadn't pressured him to make breakfast the next morning.

"Do we have any eki-kyabe?" She croaked, her crimson eyes blinking and squinting at the harsh light. She closed her eyes again.

There were footsteps outside in the hall and the shouji doors slid open to reveal the slim black-clad hero of her hangover dreams, holding a bottle of S Type eki-kyabe in one hand and a glass of water in the other, a white apron sling over his shoulder. "And before you ask, there is a rice omlette waiting for you to not be hungover, and no, I'm not making fried chicken or croquettes or something, we are having nabe today an that's final."

"Aggh...Watanuki, must you talk so loudly. And give me the medicine." She grinned a little with blood-red lips, ready for a new day and new customers.

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