Lee Yen

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About Lee Yen

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CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Female
  • PLAY-BY
    Jolin Tsai
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Altered Human
  • JOB
    Canine trainer for NYPD/ night student NYPD Police Academy
  • RELATIONS
    None so far
  • LOCATION
    New York City, New York
  • FACTION
    Government/Law
  • APPEARANCE
    At 156 cm, or 5’ 1” and very thin, 林 燕 (Lee Yen) is not a scary figure. She is, however, a striking one. She has a doll-like beauty that is mesmerizing to the onlooker. And interestingly (maybe) she doesn’t seem overly aware of the way her looks impact others. She always possesses a certain calmness which seems to add to her doll-like presence. Her skin is quite white, her hair black, and she prefers a rose-red lipstick. She has small, graceful hands. Her bone-structure is best described as very small.

    Oh, gracious, so you really wanted these too? 32-24-32 and 40 kilos.
  • PERSONALITY
    Though she has spent most of her life NOT interacting with other humans, Lee Yen still considers herself an extrovert. She likes to listen to others talk and she can talk quite a bit herself. She also forgives easily and doesn’t easily take offense. She doesn’t throw tantrums. She doesn’t seem to have moods or get depressed. She surprisingly seems mostly a happy person—even though she has never known her parents, and has never had any brothers or sisters as far as she knows (or even many playmates) to play or interact with.

    She has the ability to both work hard when hard work is required and to relax without worry when there is time to relax. In many ways, her personality seems too good to be true.

    She is able to be both be giving and generous and yet is able and willing to accept generosity and love.

    That might seem even stranger when considered that she never knew her parents, and that her guardians kept a rather cold distance from her.

    She has absolutely no problem with killing. The reason is she spent her childhood with animals, in nature. She closely observed how larger birds eat smaller animals, and larger fish eat smaller fish, and how wild pigs eat anything, and how even smaller birds eat insects and worms. She has seen how callously the animal kingdom accepts the horrors of a brutal death. She knows that life is actually brutal and brutish and as the only child with her “adopted guardians” she was often the one to kill the meat for their meals—done most often with a sharp knife slicing the neck and letting the animals bleed out.

    Yen is not squeamish, she is does not faint at the sight of blood, and though she has never killed a human being, she could do so quite easily—and she could do so without feeling remorse.

    A distinct weakness is her naivety and gullibility (maybe because of her youth, or maybe because she grew up in the mountains, befriended by macaque monkeys rather than human beings). She would not easily notice if someone were manipulating her or lying to her.

    Possibility because of her close contact and deep understanding of other animals, Yen has begun experimenting with being a vegetarian.

    Differences from normal young woman her age:
    Loves to be with animals rather than same-age friends
    Has no interest in fashion
    Has no interest in shopping
    Can't dance
    Loves nature

    Fears:
    Small, enclosed spaces
    Earthquakes
    Drunks
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    Lee Yen has few possessions. An ornate camphor-wood box with a valuable jade figurine in it is one and a family tree as well as an old black/white photograph of her grandfather (framed).
  • ABILITIES
    *Approved*
  • SKILLS
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  • HISTORY
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  • APPROVED ABILITIES
    Yen can communicate well with animals. The communication is not human-like communication for there are no words. There are simply connections made between minds and intentions understood. But Yen must be in visual range for her to be able to communicate or calm any beast, and the closer Yen is to the animal the better her ability works.

    Yen can mimic animal sounds accurately.

    Yen can calm animals and make them trust her. Trust is faster and deeper with more complex animals. Animals like dogs, wolves and even pigs would instinctively be protective of Yen. How all this helps Yen is that Yen can train most animals with a minimum of effort. More importantly, Yen can calm a vicious or ferocious animal, including were-beasts (unless the animal or were-beast were being controlled by some other force).

    Lee Yen is sometimes able to accurately sense non-humans (fae, weres, vampires, elves) and in some cases see them for what they really are. Yen’s ability is not perfect, and certainly not perfected. A clever fae or powerful fae, for example, would probably find a way to confuse Yen or hide their true form from her (if the fae was inclined).

    Lee Yen hasn't had any opportunities to meet many of the post-Nevus types. If she has a chance to meet a werewolf in the future, she would probably know immediately that the person was a werewolf and she would also probably immediately bond with and be fond of the were. On the contrary, though she has never met a vampire, if she ever came into the presence of one, she would also probably immediately know he/she was not human/non-living and would also immediately feel danger and aversion. In the same way, a fae folk would not easily be able to glamour or hypnotize Yen and Yen would probably be able to see the fae for exactly what she was. Yen would probably see the fae as she sees other "animals" and would most likely be attracted to the fae and would not expect the fae to behave in human ways.

    Yen also, if she ever meets a mage would probably sense the power of the person and would be wary.
  • APPROVED SKILLS
    Yen's skills are limited to languages (Chinese, Taiwanese and English [her English pronunciation is not perfect and she has trouble understanding English speakers who have strong accents or who use big words or jargon]), cooking, butchering and animal care/training.

    She has no background with any kind of weapon other than a knife and no training in self-defense at all. Thus, a huge weakness, living in these times, is her lack of self-defense skills.

    Very slow runner, can't swim, not much at jumping either.
  • APPROVED HISTORY
    Important History:

    Shortly after arriving in NYC, Lee Yen was in Chinatown playing with a stray mutt (part lab and part border collie) when a group of four police officers led by one Detective Adria Nighttraveler, was searching for a drug-selling murderer with one of the K-9 Unit's narcotic-sniffing dogs--the murderer was assumed to be a member of the Shadow Ghost gang. The Shadow Ghost gang was running more narcotics into this area than ever. Unexpectedly, the K-9 narcotic dog ran to Yen, surprising the dog’s handler and Adria Nighttraveler. When questioned by Adria, Yen simply explained that she had a way with animals (that she was not a drug user or pusher) and that, in fact, she could both understand what the dog was doing and even get the mutt she was playing with to do what the trained K-9 dog was doing. She explained (as best she could with her limited English) that canines could actually communicate their tasks to her. Adria, being observant, saw the potential that Yen had to possibly help the Jersy PD or the NYPD, so Adria arranged to meet with the Yen later (maybe to see if the girl had any connection to the Shadow Ghosts or maybe simply because she found the girl interesting). After several meetings with Yen (over cups of tea), Adria was intrigued by what she had discovered so that she decided to help her get a part-time job as one of the force's canine trainers. This was how the eighteen year-old Lee Yen came to work for the NYPD. Even though Lee Yen doesn't work with Adria, she feels that they have developed a bond and Adria will occasionally visit her and share a cup of tea and ask her about her new life and even show her some martial arts moves. Yen generally is an open book, but despite being outgoing and friendly, she usually ends up with animal friends rather than human ones. In Adria Nighttraveler, Yen believes she has found someone she can confide in--maybe her first true friend in NYC.


    Back story:

    NPC: Lee Yen met an elderly Chinese lady with the same surname: Lee (shortly after arriving in NYC). The lady of 80 has been having troubles with her knees and Yen offered to help walk her dog, a mostly white and brown Shih Tzu. Of course, the dog took to Yen immediately and they both had great walks together. Yen simply assumed the elderly woman had been a housewife and was now a widow. She did not pry. The Elderly lady (surnamed Lee) did nothing to encourage Yen’s curiosity. The truth was that many, many decades earlier, she too had been an illegal immigrant and had found herself enslaved by the Chinese gang in NYC called the Shadow Ghosts. She had worked as a sex worker for a long decade before moving on to doing other tasks for them. Now, she simply watches and collects gossip. Unbeknownst to Yen, the Elderly Ms. Lee has reported on her. No, there was nothing about Yen’s abilities, only that she was extremely pretty, seemed to have no relatives and seemed to be illegal (which of course would make her the perfect victim for a Shadow Gang kidnapping).

    Lee Yen has also begun working for the NYPD's K-9 Unit (a long commute to Staten Island). The NYPD's K-9 Unit has 160 dogs that work in four areas:Transit, Emergency Service Unit (ESU), bomb and narcotics. Yen presently does not work as a handler since she has not yet passed her police academy (235 E. 20th Street, Manhatten) accreditation. She does do training. In the evenings, she takes police academy night school classes and is working to obtain an associate degree. Most dogs work with one handler who they live to please. Yen is able to get any dog to work in many areas including ones not listed above. And she can achieve this in very little time (normally there is a 20-week training period). Adria Nighttraveler has high hopes for Lee Yen and as such has paid special attention to her progress.

    Background History

    Her grandfather (head of the Bamboo gang in Taiwan) had taken her to the Central Mountains in Taiwan when she was still a small child. She was placed with a trusted family who raised her as their “simbua” or adopted girl-child. She attended the Lung-an Elementary School, high in the Central Mountains, which had a student population of fewer than 40 students. Yen’s class had only four students, three boys, none of whom ever became friendly with her.

    Yen is her given name and it means “swallow”, like the bird, in Mandarin Chinese.

    Her guardians were actually an older, half-decrepit pair of tea farmers. The small, mountainside terraced plots didn’t bring in much money. Besides being poor, they were also quiet people who spent a large part of each day parked in rattan chairs and seemingly pondering the universe. They largely ignored Yen, thinking her safer the less exposure to the outside world she was given.

    But underneath all that exterior façade of indifference there was something else: the couple was watchful and they could be extremely demanding and even a bit scary to Lee Yen. They avoided other neighbors and kept unnaturally silent and aloof. And their neighbors seemed to avoid them and to have some sort of strange fear, even, of them.

    One might assume Lee Yen lived a miserably lonely life. But in fact, she was not even a bit lonely. She played with animals and insects. She developed the ability (post Nevus) to mimic their verbalizations. She could croak like a cricket, screech like a Crested-serpent Eagle, hoot like a Collared Scops owl, bark like a farm dog, meow like a cat, make the sounds of the tiger bittern, the macaque monkeys, the geckos and dozens of other animals.

    She was equally able to be friends with them and they seemingly found her unthreatening—even birds would land on her shoulder or fingers.

    Her favorite animals were the macaque monkeys, especially the young ones, who entertained her for hours daily with their antics. These same macaque monkeys would scurry fast to safety if any other human approached. Moreover, they would do what Yen wanted them to do and shared their “naughty” lives with Yen as though she were one of them.

    The elevation where Lee Yen lived was really not that high, about 1,000 meters (3,000 ft) above sea level. The house she shared with her guardians was small and rather dark inside. Luckily, Lee Yen had her own room—a small room with a moldy mattress. Everything was moldy where Lee Yen lived. It rained nearly every afternoon. Still, there were often stunning scenes too—the sea of clouds being one of them.

    Lee Yen grew up fairly carefree. It wasn’t until she reached high school age that things began to change a bit. Her guardians knew secrets about her that she didn’t know. They also had a duty to protect her.

    Before it was too late and there would be no escape from Taiwan, Lee Yen was told her family’s history, then placed on an ocean cargo ship and smuggled into NYC where she lived for a while in Chinatown. She was quite quickly observed by the Shadow Ghosts (a small Chinese gang now reporting to Bakkhos) that the girl was newly arrived from Asia and more importantly, that she was an illegal immigrant. As an illegal she would be easy fodder for one of their many illegal enterprises in NYC. Lee Yen was unaware that she was being watched. But fate intervened and Adria Nighttraveler had snatched her away to work for the NYPD. Still, the Shadow Ghosts kept an eye on her as well, hoping to possibly cultivate her as a source of information from inside the NYPD.
    Timeline:
    Born 2000
    Moved from Taipei to Central Mts. 2010
    Moved to NYC in 2019 late spring
    Began working for NYPD August 2019

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  1. March 22nd “ Hey…get the hell off my sister asshole” Yen heard the lady say that and felt a flush of pride and a sense of belonging. Having a sister here in NYC would be really such a wonderful thing. And having one that was a "bad ass" who could take on burly men would be just amazing. “Don know where ya all from but its not polite to grab a woman without buying a drink first. Damn your momma taught ya all no manners” Yen heard her "sister" again and just wondered where she got her strength and confidence from. Yen was then airborne. Wow! Her dark hair was hanging straight downward--gravity had that effect. The man with the tattoos had actually picked her up faster than she could blink, and had lifted her like she weighed no more than bamboo basket filled with nothing but confetti. Then, the whirlwind experience ended with her finding herself placed a safe distance from her table and from the 3 men. Catching her breath, she just watched. And what a show. Between the two of them--yes, it was two against three, with one being her new "sister", and she was as incredible as he was--they were simply destroying the annoying drunks. Yen winced as she heard and felt one most obnoxious drunk's jaw get busted. She watched the man and the woman do what she had previously only seen on a Hollywood movie set. It was actually pretty amazing. Then, she wondered if instead of just standing there and watching, she should maybe do what she was trained to do--call for help. So, that is what she was going to do, but quickly discovered she couldn't because her phone was inside her bag which was still on the table. A quick glance at the barkeep reassured her that he had already done that--called the "cops". Yen wondered what would happen if any of these people were enhanced, or had the use of magic. Yes, those old Warner movies from decades ago were today real life n this new world. The man (her hero with the tattoos) looked like he might have once been one of those super-heroes. He was quite an amazing man. Yen stopped and thought about just what she was thinking--and feeling--as she watched him.
  2. "So shoot me . . . cause I hit a wall." Well, I am not sure I can shoot you as a upstanding, law-abiding citizen.
  3. March 22nd Yen was deeper into Neighborhood Policing and quite happy that she was making through paragraph after paragraph without having to use a dictionary. She was not paying much attention to the couple at the bar or to the barista. But then the bar's door opened and a cold breeze blew in (it was still March after all) and three men staggered in--and stagger was the term (a term Yen had just recently learned) that really did best describe the way the men moved. Yen's best guess was that they had gotten tossed out of the last bar that they had been in. One even had a bloody nose and was still holding a bloody hanky to it. Had they been into a fight? They looked like it. They looked like unsavory guys—the very last type that would attract Yen. The three men scanned the bar and saw Yen first. Now, what happened next was nothing really new for Yen. Yen was good looking, cute, and small--just the kind of girl some guys took for someone they could take advantage of. The table Yen was sitting at had four chairs--three empty. Yen could smell the of reek of alcohol on the men from quite a distance. It rolled over her like a wave of heat off of asphalt on a very hot summer day--not really a pleasant sensation. The men smiled absurd, lopping smiles at her, waved (as though they knew her which was not the case) and started staggering towards her table. They each took a chair and sat down. Yen immediately started packing up her books and was going to leave--fast. She was thinking they wouldn't be so forward or bold if her two dogs were here with her. It didn't take Yen long to pack up her academy textbooks, take out some bills to pay for her drink and stand. Much to her surprise, four hands grabbed her--two grabbed her right wrist and two her left wrist and she was unceremoniously slammed back down on her chair. The one guy on her right was literally drooling and Yen wanted to puke over his stained suit. Clearly, they thought that they were laying some sort of drunken claim to her—testosterone mixed with alcohol made some men idiots (or so Yen was thinking). With the one man still holding her left wrist, (harder than he needed to hold it), hard enough that he was hurting her, she calmly said, “Please let go of my wrist. I am leaving now. And I am New York City Police,” which Yen thought had a nice ring to it and would knock a bit of sense into the drunken trio. But instead, they laughed, and the man holding her wrist yanked her to him, pulling her right out of her chair and almost onto his lap, and then he slobbered a disgustingly gross kiss on her lips. Yen started to panic. She tried hard to recall self-defense tactics, and was going to scream if her first attempt at self-defense failed. But she was being held so far off-balance and by such a strong man that she was unable to execute any self-defense move (she really needed to study that class harder).
  4. Yen's hearing was good enough to catch what the couple by the bar were saying: "did I accidentally walk into a cop bar?" Yen's first thought was, "heavens", is this really a cop bar? Wouldn't that be funny? Well, on second thought, Yen decided it wouldn't be funny. Next Yen closed her textbook and looked long and hard at the guy's tattoos (the one talking about this place being a cop bar) and mostly his tattoos on his arms. Where she came from tattoos were a sign that one belonged to a criminal gang. Yes, she knew she was no longer back home, and she knew tattoos were rather popular. But she had always felt this: tattoos were funny things. For example, had Yen gotten a tattoo when she was 9, she would probably have gotten a Pokemon tattoo. At 15 she would have gotten a Jay Chou tattoo. At 18 she might have gotten a laced, ivy tattoo. But by that age, her Pokemon tattoo would have been embarrassing her. And she was now quite sure that at 30, her Jay Chou tattoo would really be inappropriate. Yet the guy didn't have any Mickey Mouse tattoos, nor any Joe Loves Grace tattoos with a silly cupid. The guy really had his tattoos, though. They were quite intricate. Yen also noticed the quick glances that the man's "partner" had given her. They were professional, quickly assessing her. Yen didn't mind. Especially since it was now clear the woman was a cop. Yen sort of liked that. However, she wasn't stupid enough nor lonely enough to go running over and blurting out something like, "Hey, want to help me prepare for tomorrow's quiz on Neighborhood Policing. Yen wondered what kind of cop the woman was. But she did need to study. So, she took a sip of her beverage and re-opened her textbook.
  5. April 25th Yen had gone on her first raid the previous day. She had been in charge of two canines. Surprisingly, Yen really hadn't been frightened. She had focused all her energy on her charges. She had stayed in constant mental connect with both dogs. The dogs were aware that this wasn't just a training exercise. She had found it interesting to see how they had figured that out. And of course, it had to do with smell. They could smell the humans who were reeking with anxiety and adrenaline. Yen, had stroked both dogs and noticed that they were ready to get out of the van and get down to "real work". The target area had been seedy, and had more vacant lots and houses than most communities. There were not many viable businesses around the area either. The target had been both illegal drugs and weapons. Normally, a more experienced handler would be accompanying the dogs. But one had been killed the previous day in a raid, and two others were down with super bad colds (one other trainer said it was more likely they had severe hangovers). Yen felt ready. She wanted to get this experience. Once they had arrived at the location, Yen remained in the back until the armed and trained unit cleared the area, or took down any potential perps. More than one of the unit had gone over to Yen and had offered their support and told her it was normal to be scared. Yen hadn't told them that she wasn't really scared at all--or if she were scared, it was for her two charges. The raid had been a classic success. Both guns and drugs had been found. The canines were heroes and Yen also had felt a sense of accomplishment.
  6. April 16th Second semester at the Police Academy was much like the first semester, only Yen was putting more pressure on herself. Her English had improved fast. Now, she felt she didn't have any excuses to be middle of the class. Her goal was something rather modest--top of the class (which came with a nice scholarship). Her favorite part of each day was still working with the canines. Of course, the word "working" might not be apt. She had fun with them. They had fun with Yen. Her mind could connect with theirs in ways she couldn't explain. But since she had been able to do this for so long, it seemed to her, quite natural. In fact, she wondered why the other handlers weren't able to understand their dogs. Sometimes it was quite funny what the canines were feeling: "This handler stinks," was common and often Yen agreed with the canines. For dogs, smell was almost everything and Yen could sense what they sensed. It was also interesting how bad humans were with that sense. They hardly seemed to be able to use it at all. Humans were mostly visual creatures. Yen was at home at the present moment and cooking rice the hard way: she didn't have a real rice cooker. So, she had to pay attention or she would end up burning the rice. The stove wasn't officially a stove, just a one burner gas thingy. Once the rice was done, she planned to make something really simple: fried rice with various greens (some of which she got for free from the local marketplace).
  7. March 22nd Yen opened the door, pushed it hard, because the door was heavy and Yen wasn't. She did not EVER go to bars. But as her police training had progressed, she had learned that she needed to be something more than just a "couch potato" (which wasn't really a very apt metaphor since her small, one-room flat didn't even have a couch [and if she had had one, Salty and Coal would surely have claimed it]). This was simply "research", or that was the way Yen explained it to herself. So, using her textbook learning, she looked carefully at the occupants of the bar, including the bartender. Now, she really wasn't good at this and it was not like she was some kind of crafty, insightful person. All she saw was this big guy staring at a pretty woman, and the bartender staring at the pretty woman, and the pretty woman seemingly happy with that state of affairs. Yen walked past them all, saw the sign on the wall for the "Ladies Room" and went inside. It was clean, which was sort of a surprise. Yen used the toilet, cleaned her hands and went back out. She got the bartender to get her a tomato juice (which she really didn't much care for but she couldn't think of anything else to order). She paid for it, and that was shock number two: it was way too expensive. She took her drink to an empty chair with a table and sat down to drink--and to practice "police craft." The big guy was a bit old and obviously strong. But was he something more than that? Criminal? Enhanced human? Maybe even some kind of conjurer? Since staring was impolite she concentrated on her very thick and red drink. It had ice cubes in it and those were cold (obviously), which didn't really please Yen either--it was cold outside too. Yen wasn't sure yet how she felt about NYC but she was very certain about how she felt about NYC weather--she hated it. Because Yen wasn't a drinker, wasn't a bar person, she really couldn't even guess what the pretty lady was drinking, nor the guy. Having done her "observations", Yen pulled out her police academy textbook and began to study. She would have been happier studying almost anywhere else, but one thing about Yen was she was disciplined. The English text was hard, but slowly getting easier. She didn't even have to stop to use a dictionary for words in every line now. Every once in a while she looked up and those two were still there. There was one other thought Yen had: it was sort of related to the price of the tomato juice. The price of her police academy textbook was also way, way too expensive. Yen was hoping some nice man would walk up to her and give her a paper bag (big one hopefully) filled with money.
  8. Jan. 24 Well, it had happened. On one of the coldest days of the winter, and on a day in which the temperature was colder than Yen had ever thought possible, she had been propositioned. Yen had gotten used to the daily flirtations of her fellow cadets, some of them not even male, but until now, none had come straight out and propositioned her. Well, not like this time at least. This case involved a muscular cadet who had invited her to his bed. No, not to a restaurant or even a movie, but to bed. Yen gave him credit for being direct. But, Yen had two dogs to care for. One might have thought that being the center of so much male attention, she wouldn't feel much of anything at such behavior. But, Yen admitted to herself that she enjoyed the attention more than was healthy for herself. Yen was also learning a great deal about the new world she was living in and the challenges that faced the NYPD. People weren't normal people any more--not even Yen, for that matter. So, how was she to combat crime and threats if people could do the kinds of things she had been learning about? Well, being able to communicate with animals didn't seem all that great or even valuable of an ability. So, dealing with flirtations, that very direct one and those less direct ones, were sort of a distraction from Yen's worries about her own inadequacies. She suspected the other cadets doubted she had any self doubts. But the truth was she had a great many self doubts. Yen, had discovered that she was very popular. That had its good and bad sides. For example, despite the cold, and despite Yen's claims she needed to get home to take care of her dogs, she had let herself be dragged to a karaoke club where she proved that just because she looked great didn't mean she could sing great. Yen seemed to win points for being a good sport. But the undeniable truth was that Yen knew a lot of her popularity was really because of her looks, not because of her accomplishments. She hoped someday to prove that she was more than just a pretty girl.
  9. Dec. 24th Christmas. This would be Yen's first Christmas. A lot of people, post Event, no longer believed in Christianity while others were even more zealous in their beliefs. Yen was not a Christian and in fact, was not very knowledgeable on this topic. She wondered at all the decorations. And since her first semester was over, she was free (sort of). She had more time to walk the streets, but it was so incredibly cold that she would often slink back to her chilly and dark room to huddle with Coal and Salty to keep warm. Coal and Salty are dogs and quite happy to have Yen close to them. They are also very protective of Yen. Old Auntie Lee wasn't very religious either. In fact, she was looking under-the-weather. Yen was not expecting any presents and hadn't bought any either--money was a big problem. Yen did hope that maybe she could visit the zoo in Central Park. At least that was a plan.
  10. You know, I bet if they catch the Central Park killer, he will turn out to be mentally ill. In fact, I would bet his name is Jason and he is the type that says, "Hi, I came to see you." He would be the type to walk into someone's office, sit down, and then say, "I have to go." He would then stand up and walk out, taking something of minor value with him, not out greed or malice, but simply because he would think it of some importance to the balance of Gaia.
  11. Has anyone caught the Central Park murderer yet?
  12. NOVEMBER 24 Yen had this problem: she was aware, in a rather vague and indistinct way, when beings of power were nearby. Back in her home country, that never happened, not up in the mountains where she had been hidden away by her grandfather. But here in NYC, those feelings happened way, way too often. It made her overly alert. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. That is one reason she liked Stuyvesant Park. It wasn't a place where many people were and even fewer of those with supernatural powers. Thus, the park seemed like a good place. Stuyvesant was dog-friendly. Both her dogs could run off their pent up energy at being cooped up all day in her tiny room. Neither dog was a bird dog, so they sort of left the birds alone. But dogs are really, really good with scents. Both Coal and Salty did pick up a new scent. It wasn't one that could be classified. Yen sensed their momentary unease, but the dogs soon resumed their play. Yen, as usual, relaxed and tried to regain some modicum of energy because she still had to hit the police academy books later. Coal and Salty were protective of Yen. They would never roam far and would often come back unbidden, just to check up on her safety. Yen sort of laughed at that since she figured she was the one taking care of them. Yen looked upward. It was relaxing. Sitting on a park bench was never the most comfortable place to sit, especially in the November cold. But it beat just standing with her hands in her pockets. Looking up and out at the vastness helped ease the strain in her eyes. Had yen had the eyesight that hawks have, she might have seen more than just dark sky. Had Yen been focusing her powers, she might have noticed some distress from some of the more distant birds. But Yen was much better with mammals. If there were beings watching her, she wasn't aware of them. She really wasn't all that worried either: Coal and Salty had already scared off the one attacker she had faced so far in NYC. Yen was ready to go back to her "dump" of a room. She did not have to verbally call Coal and Salty. She could communicate mentally with them. It was time to go home and they were there in a flash (though not literally). Yen pondered a moment what strange creatures inhabited NYC. Were they all dangerous? Could two stray mutts really protect her from beings with amazing powers? Might not making friends with someone other than old Auntie Lee and Adria Nighttraveler be an advantage? Yen simply was too busy to make friends--or so she told herself. And she had two friends, both now heeling like highly trained dogs--but they weren't highly trained, they were being commanded mentally by Yen herself.
  13. NOVEMBER 17 Yen is pretty. That is not always a good thing. This evening Yen had taken Coal and Salty to Stuyvesant Park to run and exercise. While they were off sniffing scents, two heavily tattooed men had approached Yen. Yen sensed immediately that these men both had some unnatural abilities--maybe they could manifest mana. Yen wasn't sure. But, Yen felt a moment of fear. She signaled mentally to Coal and Salty and both had come bounding back and as they saw the men, they had assumed a protective attitude. The snarling was welcome to Yen. She even smiled at her guardians. The sense of being protected by two loyal canines with canine incisors gave Yen a great sense of pride. The two men might have had talents or abilities but neither seemed quite sure they wanted to take on two canines--not two snarling ones who clearly were Yen's body guards. Yen had later wondered just what those men had really had in mind. Were they simply approaching her to flirt or to mug? Back in her tiny room, Yen gave both Coal and Salty extra long belly rubs and groomed them with her hair brush. Yen wondered just how Coal and Salty would react if an actual werewolf ever visited her.
  14. NOVEMBER 16 Five days ago had been a very scary day. People all over had panicked. Yen sensed the presence of werewolves and other animals in an extremely agitated state. Yen had spent the evening behind locked doors with Coal and Salty, two strays she had adopted. Since Yen had the weekend off, she hadn't really talked to anyone and since she had no TV either, she didn't get any news. All she had to go on were the sense of unease from the nearby animals. Since then, Yen had taken extra precautions but had continued her simple lifestyle. One of the biggest dangers Yen noticed were not from werewolves, who though Yen had not met any yet, she did not fear, but bad drivers on the roads. Yen had grown up with no traffic. NYCs traffic was chaos. Luckily Yen didn't drive but used public transport. Had someone offered her a car for free, Yen would not have accepted the offer. She still knew that someday she would be patrolling the streets in a squad car along with some canine. But those days were still far off.
  15. NOVEMBER 13 Yen means swallow (the bird) in Chinese. Yen sort of wondered about that. It now seemed interesting that her altered human powers were all about animals, connecting with them. and then to have a name that was an animal, it all seemed so much like destiny. But like all animals, Yen was a young woman, some might even say a girl, and she was feeling desires she didn't really know how to deal with. Coal and Salty were so different. They went into heat and when they weren't in heat, they didn't have any problems at all. And it wasn't like Yen was necessarily attracted to any of the guys at the Policy Academy. They just all seemed so focused on all the wrong things--but Yen could sort of understand that too. So, Yen was wondering what to do about this "tickle" and not having any friends other than old Auntie Lee and Adria, who she seldom saw, Yen was sort of on her own with this one. Was food the answer? Yen considered splurging on something she couldn't afford. The Hawa sold a lot of things--none really tasted like the Taiwanese cooking she liked, but it at least had soy sauce and ginger and garlic. The problem next was that there were only three vegetarian entries on their menu and the vegetarian dumplings were too expensive and a serving included only 8. The fried noodles were a bit more filling but also oily. In the end, Yen had what she had every night: homemade noodles boiled, some greens from the throw-away bin at the Whole Food Mart in the Bowery, and a steamed bun (split into three part and shared with Coal and Salty). Yen always also brought home bones from Ping's Dried Beef next to the Mulberry Hotel on Mulberry Street. From those, Yen made a poor dog's meal for Coal and Salty. After eating, Yen retired to her cot and her books, but she felt restless. Coal and Salty wouldn't understand this but Yen suspected she needed a boyfriend (or a girlfriend). This celibate lifestyle wasn't what she was made for. Yen rolled on her back and stared at the mottled ceiling that badly needed painting. There were ugly splotches on it that reminded Yen of cockroaches and there were no shortages of those either in her room. Yen sighed and wondered if she was really meant for life in NYC and a life as a cop--law enforcement. That too seemed utterly ironic considering her grandfather had been a gangster. She rolled over again and closed her eyes tightly and imagined she were being romanced. There wouldn't be much studying this evening.

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