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[sup]Normal Vibes[/sup][/center]
[b]Name:[/b] Sandy Samejima
[b]Age:[/b] 15
[b]Grade:[/b] 10
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Normal Appearance:[/b] Sandy’s 5'2 and has difficulty deciding whether she should be angling her head upwards or downwards when shooting menacing glares.

[b]Medium Appearance:[/b] Sandy’s still 5'2, but now that she can fly, she’s a whole lot more inclined to not care about her height. Her face becomes softer too, which, oddly enough, makes her expressions even creepier when she bares her gaping maw full of razor sharp incisors.

[b]Personality:[/b] Sandy has straight As and zero fudge. After a relatively dormant Grade 8, she has finally hit her rebellious puberty years, and dang has she hit it hard. The only time she pulls down her surgical mask is to eat or to snarl/frown/sneer at people, and her eyes are fixed to a permanent glare as she stalks aggressively around everywhere. She doesn’t [i]do[/i] teamwork, and like heck she’s gonna give a rat’s arse about whatever saccharine sophistry those seniors spout about society and solidarity. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, and there’s no way Sandy’s gonna be a chump any longer, going with the flow and all that jazz. Nuh-uh, she’s a lone wolf now, and though they don’t make tombstones for stray dogs, she won’t have to beg and do tricks for treats either. A solitary predator in a world of thieves and backstabbers, that’s what Sandy is.

[b]Background[/b]
The Samejimas were first generation immigrants, hardy folk who moved to America in anticipation of future trouble from the East Asian mainland. Though a Masters in Engineering back in Japan, Mr. Samejima’s credentials weren’t accepted or put on the same standard as degrees earned from domestic institutions, and he worked as a labourer in construction sites. Mrs. Samejima’s fortune was greater though. As laws around gambling loosened up and casinos began to boom, she wormed her way up the professional ladder of one of the larger casino franchises, until she received a management position at the Ocean Spray Casino in Lakewood City.

Which was great, because it meant a big boost in income and gave Mr. Samejima the chance to turn into a full-time housedad. But it was also terrible, because Sandy was seven years old, had just gotten her first all-American friend AND NOW THEY’LL NEVER BE FRIENDS AGAIN, SINCE LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIPS NEVER WORK.

For a while, she was bitter about it. But fiber optic Internet, an IPad, a room to herself, and daily meat dishes bought her acceptance of the situation soon enough. With that, Sandy lived, studied, played, and enjoyed herself. Her dad really was stupidly smart, and his tutoring made her smart as well. They had a nice house in the suburbs, a mini-garden where they grew cherry tomatoes, and went on a vacation every two years to somewhere safe and historic, usually European. All in all, Sandy lived a privileged, happy life.

That didn’t even change when this ghost shark tackled her when she was 12 and made a contract with her. Sharkie was cool, after all, and being able to swim how she wanted was cool too. Of course, her parents were overly concerned with the whole idea of their child making a contract right under their noses with no supervision, probably having her soul sold in some way in the process, but Sandy was just happy for a chance to do some cool things.

What changed then, to twist her so?

Her image, really. Just her image.

[b]Other: [/b][i][url=https://i.imgur.com/0qLj97e.jpg]“Yer talking pretty big fer someone in biting range, aren’tcha.”[/url][/i]
While one may be deceived into thinking that the shark plushie Sandy has is the sealed form of Sharkie, it’s really just a plushie of a Pokemon she thought was cool.[/hider][hider=Spirit]
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[sup]Channeled and True Form[/sup][/center]
[b]Spirit Name:[/b] Shequerasomuiezhruk, simplified as Sharkie
[b]Spirit Classification:[/b] Broodling
[b]Sealed Appearance:[/b] Shequerasomuiezhruk’s sealed form is a set of dentures, emulating rows of pointy teeth. Chomp chomp indeed. It’s actually a bit of a pain to wear them all the time, so Sandy keeps them in her pockets and has a neat sleight-of-hand trick to pop them in her mouth when she pulls her mask down to aggressively gnash at people.

[b]Spirit Appearance:[/b] Shequerasomeuizhruk’s true form is not that of a shark, it’s that of a manta ray with a tentacle face. Big difference. Though to Sandy’s credit, it IS as big as a tiger shark. Sorta weird that it has four eyes though, two glassy, telescopic ones at the front, and two normal, beady ones at the sides.

[b]Spirit Personality:[/b] Shequerasomeuizhruk sorta just drifts about doing whatever it wants to. Most of the time, it adopts a subtle bemusement towards Sandy’s existence, but otherwise, it just lazily floats in the air, indolent and passive. Occasionally though, it’ll have a sudden burst of activity, and nag the ever loving crud out of Sandy until she does what it wants. Usually, that involves trespassing.

[b]Other Information:[/b] Shequerasomeuizhruk has six tentacles. The two longest ones are its limbs, while the four smaller ones are its mouths. More specifically, each one is a mouth. That makes Sharkie a one shark Barbershop quartet, which is honestly quite pleasant. It also beatboxes though, and Sandy likes that vibe more.[/hider][hider=Contract]
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[sup]Unlimited Power[/sup][/center]
[b]Contract Background[/b]
When the Yggdrasil Contract happened a millennia ago, it wasn’t just all the Spirits on Earth that was affect, but all the Spirits that were simply passing by as well. The original Shequerasomeuizhruk was one such creature, a space-faring Spirit ripped apart by the effects of the calamitous contract and tossed down unto the blasted Earth by the consequence of a power it could not understand. Diminished as it was, it would never gain the might to scrape the starscape once more, never drink the vapours of nebula, never dive into the vortex of a meteor strike, never rejoin its space-faring brethren.

It did not understand, so it [i]will[/i] understand.

Centuries passed, and it continued to expand its understanding, contracting with Mediums before splitting itself off to widen the search for knowledge, widen the search for oddity. One day it will learn. One day they will learn. And once they do, they will transmit that knowledge to the rest of the universe by whatever means necessary, to prevent such calamity from befalling any other kin upon those far-off star systems.

A thousand years have passed, and the 112nd broodling of the original Shequerasomeuizhruk was not so picky with what Medium it chose, what terms it needed to serve. So it offered its service to a child, and the child accepted.

That was all, and that is all.

[b]Channeling Abilities[/b]
Though still bound to the planet that imprisoned its original, when Channeled, Shequerasomeuizhruk enables Sandy to move in any direction she likes, regardless of gravity or any other force and obstacle. She can phase through non-magical objects, move with no concern for inertia, and do all sorts of wonky things when freed from any law of motion. While this doesn’t allow her to cheat her way into superstrength, as any object she’s incapable of moving will be automatically phased through, this does allow Sandy to move without physically moving.

Beyond that, however, Sandy is also able to select a portion of space to transport into her stomach, a stomach that, in her Channeled form, is a hammerspace sphere with a fifty meter radius. While this is great for keeping all sorts of handy dandy stuff, such as extra snacks, bandaids, and batteries, this is even better for swallowing people whole and just casually transporting them with her as she swims through the sky. Of course, she could swallow angry, unfriendly people too, converting her stomach space into a time-out zone, but if they were to attack the boundaries of the hammerspace sphere, she would feel that. Attack enough times and she’ll throw up, spewing the contents of her stomachspace right in front of her before actually vomiting too.

Not fun, definitely.

Also she can bite very hard. Like, shark-hard. It’s the only real badass thing she can do.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Sandy’s main offensive tool is biting hard. Biting is a very close-range thing to do, and she needs to be tangible to do it too. With no durability to speak of, that’s usually not smart.

While Channeled!Sandy can phase through physical objects just fine, her maximum limit for intangibility is set by her lungs, which is currently two minutes, and she's incapable of phasing through magically-generated/enhanced physical matter, including the flesh of Mediums.[/hider]