Lei Yan & SandMan.EXE

Sorry, Hex (and Aim), but FXP and coop shenanigans wait for no horrorbeast. Shelving Hex for these two goofs.

Name: Lei Yan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Short and slight as they come, Yan sits at the tail-end of puberty with not a whole lot to show for herself. Her hair is black and straight, with enough volume to maintain a quantum state somewhere between bob and birdsnest, depending on the last time brushing was attempted. Her eyes, monolid and eternally on the verge of closing, are the same deep black. Deep bags under her eyes mar what is otherwise a smooth, unmarked face, finally losing its baby fat and sharpening into adulthood...or starting to, at least. While she's finished growing vertically, her utter lack of development elsewhere had left her feeling a bit cheated about the whole arrangement.

Yan's style tends towards frumpy, alternating through an endless laundry cycle of school uniforms, jeans, and T-shirts, all thoroughly swaddled in thick, cushy sweaters and cardigans. She shuffles rather than walks, has a tendency to mumble, and generally does a bang-up job of embodying the awkward late adolescent. Her only adornments are a tiny gold moon that sparkles against her right earlobe, and SandMan's PET, which she does her best to take everywhere with her but often misplaces. The panicked, half-comatose scrambles searching for it with SandMan, often enough to just be called Yan's flails, are the stuff of legends.

Narcoleptic by neurology and a general human disaster otherwise, Yan can roughly be summed up as 'trying her best'. With her life skills mostly stuck in the phase of 'high school student', most of her problem solving is thus lackadaisical and not wholly rooted in logic. Much of her worldview is a little arms-distance from reality; her condition keeping her in a state of near-permanent sleep deprivation doesn't tend to help. Cataplexic attacks can occasionally trigger on extreme emotional reactions, leaving her largely debilitated with weakness; as a result, her grasp on her emotions is tightly-kept and tetchy at best.

Despite her condition, Yan is the farthest thing from anxious. She loves to nap, and keeps a wide variety of potential sleeping surfaces and aids on hand for whenever her brain decides it's time for lights out. In lieu of getting worked up over any old thing and risking an attack, her reaction to a large percentage of the world is a goofy smile and a slightly unhinged joke. She's prone to giving voice to her imagination, often at the most inappropriate of times, and her occasional hallucinations just add a bit of head-tilting flavour to her stream of consciousness. And when it's 4 AM and there's school the next day and nighttime insomnia is just not letting up, there will always be her favourite, most blessed of activities: messing with SandMan.

PET Modifications: A gift from her brother, now missing. The exterior is deep purple, liberally patterned with gold stars and moons. A tiny Yumlandian inscription on the back reads, 'to mèi mei, from gē ge'. A little modding has been done under the hood to set it apart from a factory standard, including a planetarium projector, a tuned-up speaker, and an industrial-strength alarm clock.

Name: SandMan.EXE
Gender: Male
Element: Elec
Subtype: Wind

Caught in that indeterminate not-age that could be a very mature twelve-year-old or a very tiny young man, SandMan stands barely over five feet Netopian standard, a pipsqueak in every sense of the word. Every inch of him has been painstakingly crafted to be a soft, fuzzy invitation to dreamland, from his warm brown eyes to his unabashedly bunny-eared slippers. His hair is white-blond and suffering a perpetual case of bad hat-hair, understandable given the enormous floppy nightcap he dons. Both it and his robe are a rich dark purple, complemented with gold accents on the hems and stars and moons spangled across the hat. Simple cream flannel pajamas cover everything else, each button going down the top a tiny iteration of his emblem, a smiling moon ringed with stars.

Image (cloud sold separately)

SandMan's cognition runs diametrically opposed to Yan's so flawlessly as to seem engineered; considering his creator, Yan's elder brother Xinzhe, it probably was. Excitable where she's deadpan, the boke to her tsukkomi, SandMan has as much difficulty catching a break as his Operator, but processes it differently - which is to say, with much more anxiety and anguished yelling. He's something of a scaredy-cat, but the oddly brave sort of scaredy-cat who whines about how freaky something is even as he walks up to poke it with a stick. Years of helping Yan with her narcolepsy have instilled in him, among other things, a deep well of pessimism, an endless spring of patience, and a knack for flailing.

Custom Weapon: Sandbag
A tremendously large drawstring bag filled to the brim with howling winds and swirling gold sand. Black as night and decorated only with SandMan's emblem, it just barely fits over his diminutive shoulders. His own imagination can conjure only flurries from the bag, but with Yan providing Battlechips and inspiration, he can pull out tremendous creations of technicolour glass.

Signature Attacks

Name: Spillage [20 pts; 1tcd]
Effect: Medium Sand Terrain
Description: The Sandbag is a very large load for such a small lad. With so much time spent teetering and managing its bulk, a little spillage becomes inevitable. The swirling filaments SandMan generates tend to have a mind of their own...

Name: Billow [60 pts; 2tcd]
Effect: 50 Elec {A}, Knockback
Description: With a couple simple twists, SandMan can trap a little of the Sandbag right at its mouth, venting it out as a small gold thunderstorm.

Chip: AirShot1
NCP: HP +50
Nothing looks out of place. Shelving approved.