BlizzFor the past four years, Umiko had been at sea swimming. This may seem odd, except that Umiko was in fact, a fish. Her life was peaceful and free of worry. The ocean was a vast place, so she was always able to find food, and always had something to do. Such a life was great- but why did she leave? Her fish instincts told her to follow her nose, and with a bunch of other fish, she swam to her ancestral homeland to lay her eggs and finally rest. Or so she thought.
"So, do you want to fertilize my-", "You know, I'm avail-", "U-um!" Umiko frantically searched around, the other salmon in her school only caring to get inland. Then suddenly, a shadow was cast above- no, several. A terrifying noise could be heard from up above, a terrifying "SCAW!" It was the birds, and it was their feeding time. A yellow beak poked into the water, grabbing a fish before flying off. It happened again, and again, until Umiko was the last one left. "Okay, maybe I can find someone from anothe-" before she could finish her thought, Umiko herself was scooped up, held in the gull's mouth.
"Let me go!" she flailed about desperately trying to relinquish herself from the gull's beaky grasp. "Let me go dammit!" she struggled again, before finally slipping form the bird's mouth and falling straight down onto the ground- several feet down. With a plop accompanied by a splash, Umiko's dead body fell into the river and floated downstream, a man urinating on part of her corpse before the water finally carried her to the side of the river.
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" a ghostly figure shouted, thrashing around like a child throwing a tantrum. She stopped and looked in the water, seeing her reflection before realizing that she had in fact taken the form of a little girl. Her eyes were wide and glazed over. Umiko got down to the floor, went into a fetal position, and began to cry.
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TestingFor some reason the site seems to have some issues right now. Just making sure I can post.
Probably an influx of new people?
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Name: Umiko Gyorui
Age: 7
Class: Youkai
Power(s): Umiko's powers consist of the normal spiritual kind that normal spirits would possess. They are primarily weak in nature, none of her magic actually able to do any direct harm to anything. Most notably, she can control water in its liquid form, and can use water to heal others.
Weakness: Though she is a spirit, she is not at all a powerful spirit. In fact, she is the spirit of a dead fish. She must carry the physical body she represents in the form of fish bones. Umiko also constantly smells like a dead fish.
Background: Umiko is a cherry trout, specifically, she is among the masu salmon native to Japan. Salmon, which die not long after mating, Umiko was left without parents. Like all salmon, she raised herself in the fresh water lakes and rivers of Japan, swimming along the banks. She lived a mostly sedentary lifestyle with a diet consisting mainly of fly larva. Umiko stayed in fresh water for a little less than three years, eventually swimming into the ocean. She made herself welcome into a modest sized school of other salmon. They swam around the pacific ocean for another four years, before finally returning to the spawning ground to reproduce. However, before they could reach the rivers, wild birds picked them out. Among those unfortunate was Umiko, who was caught eventually by a gull. Struggling for a good hour, Umiko eventualy slipped free from the gull's grasp, to her ire, falling onto the hot dry sands of a beach so close yet so far away from water.
Name: Umiko Gyorui
Age: 7
Class: Youkai
Power(s): Umiko's powers consist of the normal spiritual kind that normal spirits would possess. They are primarily weak in nature, none of her magic actually able to do any direct harm to anything. Most notably, she can control water in its liquid form, and can use water to heal others.
Weakness: Though she is a spirit, she is not at all a powerful spirit. In fact, she is the spirit of a dead fish. She must carry the physical body she represents in the form of fish bones. Umiko also constantly smells like a dead fish.
Background: Umiko is a cherry trout, specifically, she is among the masu salmon native to Japan. Salmon, which die not long after mating, Umiko was left without parents. Like all salmon, she raised herself in the fresh water lakes and rivers of Japan, swimming along the banks. She lived a mostly sedentary lifestyle with a diet consisting mainly of fly larva. Umiko stayed in fresh water for a little less than three years, eventually swimming into the ocean. She made herself welcome into a modest sized school of other salmon. They swam around the pacific ocean for another four years, before finally returning to the spawning ground to reproduce. However, before they could reach the rivers, wild birds picked them out. Among those unfortunate was Umiko, who was caught eventually by a gull. Struggling for a good hour, Umiko eventualy slipped free from the gull's grasp, to her ire, falling onto the hot dry sands of a beach so close yet so far away from water.
Sorry for the trouble. I edited in a new response.
2 every 3 minutes, I'm not actually sure how much time has gone by though.
There we go.
He can fly?
The sky seemed like home for the president. There he felt free and could move in as many directions as he could perceive. Of course, the only numbers he needed to know were 50 stars and 13 stripes. Andrew Jackson dropped his gun. He felt no need for it being as high up as he was. The president simply moved his hand up to his forehead to give a salute to the sky, a salute to his bright blue American sky. His gun stayed slightly upwards in relation to Jackson himself who was in fact falling. Fuchsia, on the other hand, was in fact rising, having jumped up to meet the president midair. He swung his hammer, and Jackson didn't care. He was too free to care.
The president put his arms foreword, grabbing the spikes with his bare hands and gripping them tightly. The dirty towel head zombie had a similar tactic. Jackson didn't like using terrorist tactics, but he had no choice but to. Maybe he'd give the zombie citizenship for teaching such a move. No, he wasn't nearly American enough. Andrew Jackson held the spike tightly. Using the spikes, the president attempted to climb to the other side, and clinging with one arm. Both of Andrew Jackson's hands were American, and therefore they were both free- however, one was actually free. As in, free to grab at whatever it wanted. Using said hand, Jackson decided he wanted to smack the boy. He reared his arm and attempted to smack Fuchsia right on the arm.
"Your name was Fuchsia right? That's a purplish color? Well the only colors I need to know are red, white, and blue!"
The president put his arms foreword, grabbing the spikes with his bare hands and gripping them tightly. The dirty towel head zombie had a similar tactic. Jackson didn't like using terrorist tactics, but he had no choice but to. Maybe he'd give the zombie citizenship for teaching such a move. No, he wasn't nearly American enough. Andrew Jackson held the spike tightly. Using the spikes, the president attempted to climb to the other side, and clinging with one arm. Both of Andrew Jackson's hands were American, and therefore they were both free- however, one was actually free. As in, free to grab at whatever it wanted. Using said hand, Jackson decided he wanted to smack the boy. He reared his arm and attempted to smack Fuchsia right on the arm.
"Your name was Fuchsia right? That's a purplish color? Well the only colors I need to know are red, white, and blue!"
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