<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a1/13/ad/a113adf051ecc8eb698cff287b7ea7af.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yuki Hayabusa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444709)<br/></span></span><br/>Race: Human<br/>Class: (Fighter)<br/><hr/><br/>With every ounce of strength in his being, Yuki pulled himself up above the water as he fought against it. His lungs burned, but he fought against this too. After minutes of stalling against the inevitable, he felt someone grab onto him and pull. His legs kicked out to help the effort out of instinct.<br/><br/>Soon he was out of the water and on his back. Sand covered his air, becoming deeply rooted into his scalp. But he couldn’t care about such trivial things. He was alive despite needed air. ”I lived.”