Due to absence from Week 8 (Revelation Rendezvous), tag number moved from 42 to 56. (Week 8 of 8)
Yuki-Onna Guardian
Season Arc · Legends of the Misty Links @ Creekside
14Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from an alliance between a Japanese snow spirit and Rowan Oakwood during a diplomatic mission to Hokkaido, she adapted her icy abilities to conceal Sasquatch trails in winter months, becoming essential to year-round forest defense.
Possesses cryokinetic abilities to manipulate mist and frost for camouflage, leaves no footprints in snow, can lower ambient temperatures, and temporarily freeze evidence of cryptid activity to preserve secrecy.
Serves as the Wildwood Guardians' winter protection specialist and Asian cryptid liaison, maintaining secret migratory routes and training others in snow-based concealment techniques.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Apex Approach), tag number moved from 36 to 42. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Apex Approach), tag number moved from 36 to 42. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), tag number moved from 20 to 36. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Hominid Hunt), tag number moved from 20 to 36. (Week 6 of 8)
In Week 5 (Shadowlands Showdown), improved their position with tag number changing from 47 to 20.
Origin of <em>Yuki-Onna Guardian</em> #47:
Born when a snow spirit ghosted Tinder to vibe with <strong>Rowan Oakwood</strong> on a "diplomatic mission" (read: cryptid Airbnb getaway). Now she yeets frost magic like Elsa’s edgy cousin—freezing Sasquatch evidence like it’s her ex’s texts. Yes, this lore is dumber than a Yeti in Crocs.
Question: Who let the cryptids unionize?
How <strong>Emily Yale</strong> Became the First Bearer of <em>Yuki-Onna Guardian</em> #47:
On a foggy morning at Creekside, the tag materialized from frost-laden ferns, whispering "Seek the one who throws with glacial precision." Enter <strong>Emily</strong>—PDGA #144791, 910-rated destroyer of pars—whose putts were so cold, they made the Sasquatches shiver. The tag clung to her bag like a snowflake with abandonment issues. "Finally," it hissed, "someone who understands my icy disdain for OB."
Question: Will she melt under pressure or freeze out the competition?