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 |  Subject: Sy'rin Blythe the Shiny Vaporeon(Eevee)  Fri Apr 01, 2016 10:43 pm | |
| » Name: Sy'rin Blythe
» Sex: Female
» Gender: Female
» Species: Vaporeon #134, the Bubble Jet Pokemon(Evolution stone provided from my own inventory)
» Affiliation: General Outlaw
» Level: 5
» Energy: 25
» Ability: Water Absorb
» Moves:
-Fake Tears(Egg move)
-Water Pulse(TM from my inventory)(shoots a circular screen of water at high speed)
-Ice Beam(TM from my inventory)
-Toxic (TM from my inventory)(A special poison that primarily lowers heart rate)
» Natural Feats:
-Liquefying: Vaporeon has a body structure similar to water and can melt to an extent, essentially giving it free Acid Armor.
-Water Camouflage: Also due to its body structure, Vaporeon can turn invisible in water.
-Weather Sensing: Vaporeon can sense when it is going to rain soon. Her frills vibrate to signal this.
-Water Control: Vaporeon can freely manipulate liquid water.
-Water Healing: Due to the body structure of vaporeon and - more importantly - Water Absorb, she can heal herself with water. (Does not affect energy unless hit with a move.)
» Personality: Despite her nature as an outlaw, Sy'rin isn't some cold-hearted, hateful being born of evil and bloodlust. Well, that last part is debatable, but she's mostly kind toward those she knows. She's always up for making new friends, though she can be annoyed fairly easily by repetitiveness. She always wants to find something new to occupy her time and just have fun. She has a moral compass, though it often takes a back-seat if something seems fun. She adores popularity and attention, even if it's negative attention. One of her goals in life is to become "famous," and infamy is basically the same thing to her. However, despite being willing to commit crimes in order to become infamous, she does not like the idea of infamy through killing. Murder is the last thing she wants to be known for.
She dislikes killing, though she isn't extremely against it. She's willing to kill if she has to.... or needs to, though even if she does, she tries to hide it. If everyone knew her as a killer, it would be fairly hard to make friends, after all! Then she'd only be able to hang out with hardened criminals all the time. Criminals can be fun sometimes, but the more violent ones make her a bit uncomfortable, partly because they tend to act creepy and partly because she's fairly worried about dying when around someone who's shown they're willing to kill. She can be a bit inconsiderate toward those she doesn't know, but to friends, she is extremely loyal. As long as they aren't asking her to put her life on the line.
Sy'rin is very energetic and generally has a positive outlook on life. She tends not to be brought down for long by things despite having a somewhat-short temper. She can get so carried away with just having fun that she, at times, forgets entirely that others are alive and have souls of their own, that they matter, that they might deserve to live or be treated well! She tends to reaaallly have trouble keeping in mind that the lives of others matter when she hasn't fed her addiction for a while. What is her addiction? Pretty much the worst thing possible: blood and murder! She feels as if she "needs" to end someone every once in a while, and it heavily affects her personality if she can't or tries to resist it.
If she gives in to her impulsive urge to harm, she is rewarded with a feeling of euphoria. During this time, she's often either an enhanced version of her normal self or a complete emotional trainwreck, depending on how willing she was. If she struggles or is otherwise deprived, she'll be utterly miserable until she gives in, which could mean lashing out at someone she would otherwise never think of harming. She also has a disturbing interest in blood, which has resulted in her doing what a normal vaporeon wouldn't think to try and learning how to use blood like water. Simply seeing blood can also temporarily quell her.... urges. Or it can make them much worse. It all depends, really.
As an outlaw, she has broken laws and is willing to do so again. Not just that, but she wants to break the law for the sole purpose of being an outlaw, as she feels it is the quickest way to become "famous" and prove herself to her "mother." However, she prefers to stick to petty crimes such as thievery. Unless her addiction is driving her, killing innocents is very unappealing to her, even horrifying as a concept. Despite this, she's a bit sadistic, and she just adores harming those who she deems to deserve it. She is very flirty, though it feels more like a game to her than anything serious. She doesn't even care much who it's with as long as she thinks she can get away with such behavior.
This vaporeon has a tendency to be rather spiteful toward those whom she dislikes. This is heavily increased when she's feeling anxious due to her addiction, and if she is capable of it, it can easily result in someone dying without her thinking it through well. However, she is no idiot; she won't try to attack someone obviously stronger than her unless she is truly out of it. She is terrified of dying, to the point that being under the threat of death can make her act in very undignified ways.
The addiction to killing is more than just an urge or desire. It is truly mentally debilitating, and it just gets worse the longer she tries to resist, with no signs of ever letting up unless she caves. Eventually, she nearly completely loses conscious choice in the matter if she tries to struggle for long enough. However, if she keeps the desire fed, she's perfectly normal otherwise.
Oh yeah, and she's more than willing to swing both ways, if you catch my drift.
» Likes:
Blood - She doesn't know why, but blood exhilarates her. In reality, it is her mind's way of coping with deep-seeded trauma due to being present for the death of her parents as well as being forced to take lives, all at a very young age. Eevee ain't made for that.
Cute things - Anything adorable has an odd appeal to her, though she tends to consider "cute things" as objects rather than living things until called out for it.
"Love" - She's never really been in love, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like it, even if it's all pretend. Granted, if she's pretending to like someone, that probably means they're about to be land-drowned, but still.
Killing - Killing gives her somewhat of a rush, especially if it involves blood. It's an addiction to her.
Painting.... with blood - There is something very wrong with her. Let's paint a happy little tree. (On a more serious note, she enjoys painting, especially since she can control water-based paint to an extent. If she's in a particularly good mood after recently aquiring some blood, using it as paint gives her both the exhilaration of blood and the fun of painting.)
» Dislikes:
Blood - Seeing blood makes her feel great, and it can even help her control her urges. However, it can also make the urges harder to control. Which way it goes depends on a lot of variables, such as how long she's gone without killing anything and what her current mood is, so she tends to dislike taking the risk.
Failure - She feels bad things will happen if she fails at anything remotely important. This is because in her past, whenever she failed to live up to her foster mother's standards - which was pretty much always - she was punished.
Death - Like hardcore throw best friend under the bus type of dislike "Here hold this impending death for me kthx"
Killing - Despite how it makes her feel, she dislikes killing at the same time. She feels like she "has" to, and she doesn't like feeling so helpless. Plus, she doesn't like the idea of hurting innocents.
Buzzkills - Being more of a partier by nature, she dislikes Debbie Downers. They just ruin the fun!
Anyone Uptight - Anyone who acts like an uptight "I'm better than you" snob is just awful to her. Such attitudes remind her of her foster mother.
» History:
- Reader Discretion is Advised:
There once was a luxray by the name of Fa'rin. He lived in a far-off land, as a member of a peaceful tribe most known for their odd names. Fa'rin was kind and compassionate, though this wasn't out of the ordinary where he lived. Explorers in the area often passed through the tribe, as they were known for their hospitality toward visitors. One day, an umbreon by the name of Itris came through bearing severe injuries. She initially refused help, but after persuasion from a few tribe members including Fa'rin, she finally agreed to stop temporarily. Her wounds were severe, but she refused to tell anyone what they were from. In fact, she refused to tell them a lot of things. It was a chore just to get her name, and even then, she claimed to have no last name.
The umbreon wanted to leave the very next day, but after a long talk with Fa'rin, she was convinced to stay a bit longer. The luxray took an interest in the newcomer and stayed with her the entire day, tending her wounds and getting to know her. Over time, she became more comfortable with the idea of staying, and when it came time to leave.... she just didn't. She first warned the tribe that she was being hunted, and when they responded by still welcoming her, she decided to stay with the them for as long as the luxray was there with her. It was customary among the tribe to take up a shared last name, and so she did. The name, "Blythe," meant cheerful and happy. She felt like Itris Blythe had a nice ring to it.
Over time, the two continued to grow closer to each other until finally.... an eevee was born. The eevee had an odd, silvery-grey coloration, but no one was too worried about it. Itris was more than happy to allow the child to take up the naming customs of the tribe, and so she was named Sy'rin Blythe. The eevee was an energetic and sweet child right from the start. There weren't many children in the tribe, but she easily befriended all whom she could. Her simple life was one she liked, though she was too young to fully appreciate it.... and the tribe wouldn't make it long enough for that to change.
When Sy'rin was still very young, her tribe was attacked. Rather than an army, there were only two attackers: a gardevoir and a meowstic. However, the gardevoir did not fight and instead just followed the meowstic around as it wreaked havoc. The meowstic was devastatingly strong, able to easily crush the entirety of the civilization single-handedly. Granted, they were never a tribe of fighters and thus weren't very skilled in combat, but that didn't mean all of them were completely helpless. Itris was instructed to run with her child, and after some convincing by Fa'rin, they said their goodbyes.
The umbreon ran into the depths of a nearby forest, holding Sy'rin by the scruff. She kept running for as long as she could until finally, she had to stop. The rest was only a few minutes, just long enough for her to catch her breath. Sy'rin was still very young, so she didn't entirely understand what was going on, but she was too afraid to speak and question it. All she knew was that her mother was running scared and her father was not with her. Her mind could piece together that this probably meant something bad. Just as her mother seemed ready to get going again, a flurry of leaves shot down from the trees above, glowing with psychic energy. She managed to toss her child out of the way of the attack just in time. The leaves struck the umbreon like needles, leaving a flurry of scratches before she managed to get away from the attack.
"You really can run.... I suppose you always were good at that," a bored, feminine voice spoke.
It was the meowstic, leaning against a tree and looking relaxed and unamused. "Now, would you like to continue our little game, or are you ready to give up?" it questioned.
The umbreon could barely stand from just one hit, but she persisted. "W-where's Fa'rin!?" the demanded to know.
The meowstic look back in the direction of the tribe before looking back to the umbreon, as if pondering the answer. "Which one is that? Oh, not like it matters.... I'm pretty sure I got all of them."
The umbreon didn't answer. Her teeth gritted, her fur bristled, and a black aura surrounded her. She slowly approached the meowstic who didn't seem to care at all about the display, but nonetheless, reciprocated with an approach of her own. "Still as fun as ever," the feline chuckled.
The umbreon was boosting her strength and defenses with a Curse at the cost of her speed. Her tail took on a metallic sheen as it hardened in preparation for Iron Tail, and her paws began to glow especially dark for Payback. The meowstic's body glowed a dark pink color as she calmed its mind and channeled psychic energy. "Come on, darli-" the cat began, but was interrupted by her opponent attempting to rush her.
The umbreon swung her tail, but the meowstic simply stepped out of the way. She tried to hit the cat with her paws and tail over and over again, but each time, the enemy simply avoided and made it look easy. "How rude," the meowstic spoke.
Then, just as the umbreon charged for another attack, the meowstic calmly raised her hand, as if to say "stop." The two were only inches apart when a small light enveloped the hand of the feline.... then created a massive beam of bright light. The beam completely enveloped the vixen, but when it ceased, she was gone. "Wha-" the cat began, when a sudden pain in her back made her drop to her knees. The umbreon had used Double Team to avoid the Hyper Beam and get behind her foe, then delivered a combination of Iron Tail and Payback with her tail.
"You.... you k-k...." she stuttered between breaths.
"Killed? I believe that's the word you're looking for." the cat growled.
She pulled herself up to her feet as she spoke once more: "Come, now. It is an embarrassment to see a former associate so hesitant. Do what you-"
Itris slammed her tail into the meowstic once more, sending her flying into the trunk of a tree. The cat fell to the ground with her back against the tree and her eyes barely open, motionless. The umbreon slowly approached what seemed to be a defeated foe, but the meowstic giving a confident smirk made her freeze. Leaves suddenly began falling from the trees, surrounding the battlefield and obscuring vision.
"Well, at least you made it interesting. But alas, I'm afraid you hit a bit too hard for me to risk extending this further," the meowstic spoke while the umbreon stood frozen in shock.
Then the leaves all swarmed the vixen, each one sharp as a razor. She couldn't get out of the way of it this time and was forced to take every bit of the attack, leaving her covered in bleeding wounds despite her heavy defensive boosts. Just as the rain of leaves ended, her legs gave out on her and she began be pulled down by gravity. Then the meowstic raised her arm and pointed it at the umbreon, firing another Hyper Beam before she could even touch the ground.
The umbreon flew back from the beam and tumbled to the ground ungracefully. The meowstic then pulled herself up against the tree and started up walking toward her. "I do hope you've made your peace," the feline spoke.
The umbreon tried to get up, but a spike suddenly flew into her chest, causing her to fall back to the ground. The gardevoir was now in the area, watching up until the point where it threw the spoke.
Since being tossed out of the way of the first attack, Sy'rin had hidden in a bush out of fear. She watched the fight in horrified confusion, wishing only for her mother to be alright. When she saw that her wish wasn't going to be granted, she jumped out of her hiding place and ran over to her mother, screaming and crying: "Stop, stop, don't hurt her!"
She fell pathetically on her mom in the hopes of using herself as a shield, though she was just a tiny eevee and didn't take up enough space to even do that much.
The meowstic just watched with its bored and unamused demeanor. "This.... is yours, I presume?" she questioned.
With the strength she had left, the umbreon pleaded: "Do whatever you want with me, but.... don't hurt my daughter. She's done nothing to you."
The meowstic chuckled and gave a questioning grin, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm surprised you.... Well, nevermind that. I'll make you a deal; if she can do the honors of ending you, I'll let her go free. If not, well.... she wouldn't be likely to survive on her own anyway, then," she offered.
The eevee's sobbing stopped and she looked up to the scary cat-lady. "L-leave us alone!"
"Tsk," the meowstic crossed her arms, "Kill your mother if you wish to live."
"What!? N-no, I- no!" the eevee who was now thoroughly horrified responded.
Despite still being a child, she knew what was being asked of her. She just didn't know how to respond to such a thing.
"It's okay.... it's.... just do what she says...." the defeated umbreon reassured.
"I said it's okay...."
This reassurance only made the eevee start bawling. "No.... no.... no, no...." she muttered through the tears.
It was clear the child was incapable of doing such a thing.
The meowstic sighed in disappointment. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to kill a child. Especially not with her.... fascinating color. I'll just take her with me and teach her how to be like her mother. Perhaps she'll turn out better than you," she responded.
Leaves then began to fall from the trees above. The little eevee was sobbing, not paying much attention to what was going on, when she heard the sound. The brutal noise of the leaves all coming down and stabbing into the ground around her, and more importantly.... her mother. Sy'rin stepped back a bit and looked at Itris, whose body was now pierced with leaves that'd been sharpened into blades by psychic energy. Her crying stopped as she stared in wide-eyed horror.
Her mother's eyes were closed. The body was motionless. There was blood, so much blood. Little leaves causing so much damage.... Some of the leaves had gone so deep before being released from the psychic hold. Once they were softened, they didn't do much to stop blood from pouring out. However, the blood-flow was beginning to stop as Itris' body shut down. There was so much red, the eevee's mind couldn't comprehend anything else at that moment. She felt herself be picked up by the scruff of her neck and saw the ground and her mother get further away, but she just remained motionless and mentally frozen.
The meowstic took Sy'rin with her and revealed her name to be Weaval, but she wasn't listening. For the first few days, she paid no mind to where she was taken. She didn't speak at all, nor did she eat or drink. She barely even slept, as she would simply wake up from nightmares of the bloody scene whenever she tried to. For days, the eevee just did nothing but lay motionless, staring at whatever she was put in front of as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. She couldn't think about anything but the blood, no matter how hard she tried.
After some time, though, the pain began to numb and her survival instincts took over her mentally hollowed self, giving her an urge to eat. This allowed her to live, but she still didn't talk for weeks, no matter what her kidnapper tried to say. She was absolutely traumatized. Weaval tried to bring her outside, tried keeping her inside, tried threatening her life, bringing up her mother, being nice, but nothing got a reaction. The meowstic stated to be impressed with such resilience, although unsure if it was really a conscious choice on the part of the eevee. Over time, Sy'rin began to function more and more, but speaking still didn't happen for a few months. Still, her captor was determined enough to put up with the silence until it finally ended.
On the night of a full moon, Weaval was sitting out in a clearing, having dropped the eevee whom she'd taken to calling "Deadweight" off by a nearby tree. She was enjoying the sight. When she was finally ready to leave, she approached the eevee and spoke up with a sarcastic question: "Ready to go, Deadweight?"
She'd asked many times what the eevee's name was, but after receiving no answer every time, this was the solution she'd come up with. She expected no response just like every other time she'd spoken to the little critter, but to her surprise, that wasn't the case.
"Sy'rin," the eevee spoke quietly as she sat against the tree.
She'd also been looking at the moon, but flashes of red just ran through her mind every time she tried to focus on it, and so she just gave up. After that night, she didn't speak again for a few more weeks, though the meowstic began calling her by her name. With time, she suppressed the horrifying memory of her mother's death and diluded herself into believing the life she currently had was normal. Slowly, she began speaking more, though she always kept a somewhat depressed air about her. The horrifying memory of her mother's death was slowly suppressed, allowing her to become almost normal again after enough time.
Weaval could now ask her questions, and she now gave simple aswers. She didn't have the will nor the desire to run, as she no longer knew what she was even upset over. Life before she'd met the feline was just a blur. She paid no mind to what Weaval did, though the meowstic tended to tell her anyway. One day, she was being carried somewhere by her scruff when she was told something odd by the meowstic: "I am a criminal. I steal and kill for a living. Your mother was a criminal. She stole and killed for a living. I am going to teach you how to do this."
She'd heard most of it before, though her mind always had trouble understanding what it meant. However, she last part.... she had no clue what that was supposed to be about.
Until she watched Weaval find some random riolu and take them down for absolutely no reason. "Kill," the meowstic ordered, but only got a head tilt and a confused look in response.
"I said kill them...." she repeated herself.
The riolu was unconscious, unable to say anything in their own defense. Sy'rin looked at the body before backing away in recoil and shaking her head. "N-no," she stated.
A silver-colored spike was tossed to the ground in front of her. She was told once again to kill, and she shook her head once more. However, on the inside, she was getting an odd feeling.... almost like a desire to. She began to see red as she stared at the riolu. It felt familiar, but she didn't know why. It felt like she wanted to see what would happen if she did as she was told, but she resisted.
After seeing that the Sy'rin wasn't going to do anything, Weaval disposed of the riolu. She then took the eevee back to the cave they were staying in and delivered a punishment for disobediance. The punishment? She cut the eevee with magical leaves until she heard the words "I'll do better next time."
That night, Sy'rin tried to run away. Tried, and failed. She ended up just getting herself caught in a bramble bush. Weaval had followed her to observe, and was disappointed at seeing her get stuck so pathetically. As punishment for trying to run away, she received more wounds from the leaves.
After about a week, she was then taught how to steal. Unlike with her prior lesson, stealing was something she was willing to do. However, she was very bad at it, constantly getting caught and forcing Weaval to help.... fix the situation. She did get better with time, but she was still unsatisfactory no matter how hard she tried. Every time she failed - in other words, every time in general - she would receive more cuts from the leaves. Sometimes, she would try to run away, but she failed every time and just received more cuts as a punishment. Her fur did a good job of covering the injuries, so she could be taken out in public without anyone questioning the meowstic, and under the threat of more punishment, she didn't dare speak a word to anyone about it.
Weaval occasionally tried to get her to kill, but every time was the same. The stealing and "killing" sessions were always failures, and so she always administered the same punishment. Eventually, Sy'rin stopped trying to run, as she usually failed to get far on her own, and even when she didn't, the meowstic just showed up to stop her. However, every time she was asked to kill, it became more.... tempting to feed her curiosity. She always felt something horrible inside of her, but every time she thought about hurting something, it seemed to get a bit better.
Eventually, she gave in. Weaval had picked out a random chimchar who'd happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she was pinning him to the ground with her foot. The little monkey was begging for release, but it wasn't going to come. "You know the drill. He'll die no matter what, so you may as well just-" Weaval started up as she tossed the same old spike over to Sy'rin, but she silenced herself as the pattern broke itself. The eevee picked the spike up off the ground with her mouth and slowly approached the innocent chimchar.
"The neck's easiest," Weaval spoke in disbelief with slightly wide eyes.
Sy'rin approached the chimchar who was begging and struggling, then stabbed the spike into his neck. However, due to the difficulties with holding and putting force behind it, it didn't go far enough to kill right away. But the wound she'd made began to bleed, and it made her feel.... almost absent from her own mind. For a moment, she just stared with ever-widening eyes, before suddenly pushing herself forward and slamming her front paws into the spike to push it deeper. She couldn't decide how it felt at first, but after a minute of just staring silently at what she'd done, she registered it as ecstasy. She hadn't felt happy in such a long time, anything positive was foreign.
After the silence, she looked up to the meowstic and spoke with a smile: "I did it, mom!"
She was suddenly so happy, behaving identically to how she'd been before her mother had passed. And now, her poor, warped mind had become convinced Weaval was her mother. The meowstic, of course, just rolled with this development. For the first time in such a very long time, Sy'rin felt happy, and she even felt accomplished! This was the first time she'd done anything right, the first time she'd been asked to do something and hadn't received a punishment the same night!
Weaval then treated her well for a while, but the feline's standards grew with the progress. She was now expected to take down and kill someone all on her own, which she failed miserably at as she was a pathetic fighter. At that, without the experience of killing, she grew more and more anxious. She rarely succeeded, so she rarely felt happy for too long. This also meant she had to put up with near-constant injuries from the leaves. However, after a few times successfully killing with help from the meowstic, her urge began turning violent. When deprived, she would become so violent that she actually started managing to take down weaklings like herself on her own. The more she fed the urge, the more she wanted to, and the worse she got.
Yet she was still unsatisfactory. She couldn't fight anything that wasn't equally pathetic to a child eevee, and her ability to steal was.... mediocre at best. Not to mention she was an emotional trainwreck, only staying happy if she kept her growing desire fed. Eventually, the meowstic whom she'd convinced herself was her "mother" just got sick of it and ditched her, stating she was too much work. And that was it. No long goodbyes, nothing. She was just left alone in the world, after being with Weaval for years. All she understood about the situation was that her mother was disappointed in her because she couldn't be a good outlaw. So, of course, she made it her goal to become a good outlaw.
However, with her being the one making the decisions, picking someone to hurt became.... harder. She tried to pick jerks to steal from, and killing.... well, she was an eevee, and there was something about having no protection and having to make the choice herself that made it unappealing. She decided to hold off on the whole "outlaw" thing for a while and focus on getting stronger. She stayed at the Grima outpost in order to learn how to do it right, though she knew from what her mother told her that it was a dangerous place. This made her play it very safely while at the outpost, and she learned very quickly that she hated being around the average outlaw. They were so.... violent, so scary, so mean!
She picked up useful things about being an outlaw when she could, but the most common advice she got from the nicer outlaws she chose to speak to was usually about the same. "You're an eevee, you're just a ball of fluff, how can you possibly be a criminal?" This lead her to decide she needed to evolve. After learning a bit about her options, she decided on vaporeon for the ability to control water and - more importantly - potential ability to heal. She didn't want to die. Plus, deep in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if a vaporeon would be able to treat other liquids like water.... Like, for instance, blood.
Sy'rin managed to steal a Water stone from someone at the Grima Outpost soon after, and then she evolved. She immediately tried out her new powers, only to find she couldn't really use them. However, time and practice slowly changed that, and eventually, she figured the water control and melting out. After that, she stole a few TMs to give herself proper fighting capabilities, and she soon became a capable fighter. Stealing was so much easier, plus apparently looking a bit more grown up now that she had evolved made her more.... appealing? Whatever it was, it helped fool stupid males, and sometimes females. She never thought too hard on it, though it was fun.
And since she was now able to feed her urges more easily with new-found power, she found herself to actually be consistently happy. Though she began to dislike how she felt like she "needed" to, especially since she sometimes ended up lashing out at those who'd done nothing wrong. Despite how good it made her feel, she made a habit of trying not to do it too much, and limiting it to jerks whom she felt deserved it. But still, even having to manage this.... issue, she was generally happy. Maybe even the same as when she was little.... not that she could even remember that. Actually, her entire past had been warped in her mind, being recalled as fairly happy. Weaval was her loving mother who'd given her a push into the world to become a famous outlaw. She didn't know her father.
She has since learned that she can indeed control some liquids like water, and that blood is one of them. However, she has yet to learn the full extent of what she can do with this.
» Other: Sy'rin can control blood to an extent, since it is about 50% water, but it is heavier than water and thus harder to control. A foe must have at least average physical defense (or be extremely weak in comparison to her) and have their pulse slowed drastically in order to manipulate blood within their body. However, if these conditions are met, Sy'rin can simply rip the blood from the body of a foe. It is also possible for her to control someone's body, but either the body has to be light or she would have to be absurdly stronger than them, and there would be no way for her to control someone extremely heavy under any circumstance. (Note: an opponent needs to essentially already be beaten in order to do any of this, and thus, it doesn't really affect fights. It's just a flashy Fatality finisher.)
If someone is bleeding, she can freely control any blood outside of their body just like normal water, albeit with a bit more difficulty. However, as it is heavier than normal water, she can also use it for more powerful attacks. She can also absorb blood to heal herself just like water, although the non-water parts of it will be filtered out and stuck to her skin.
Note: Sy'rin does not yet know how to tear the blood out of her foes or control their movements, though she does have a bit of experience using blood like water.
Oh yeah, and she's shiny.
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