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Character Name: Utsuho “Okuu” Reiuji
Character Series: Touhou Project
Character Age: No idea and canon is not helpful at all. Seems to be in the Adult Phase of Development, though.
Background: Utsuho’s Touhou Wiki page
Personality: Utsuho is, in actuality, quite intelligent!
…for a bird. She is a subspecies of raven, after all.
But what is moderately impressive for an animal is not so impressive for a sentient thing. Most people will recognize themselves in a mirror, for instance. Combined with the attention span of a goldfish and a scatterbrained and easily distracted demeanor, Utsuho is definitely not the person you want to ask to do your homework, unless it’s somehow relevant to nuclear physics (whereupon she will probably correct your teacher). She probably can’t even write. Whatever does make it to her long term memory does stay there, but it either takes a small truckload of repetition or a larger truckload of time. Preferably both; this is why she seems to speak robotically at times when reciting reactor protocols, but not at other times. In canon, specifically in Unthinkable Natural Law, she apparently forgets that she was fighting Sanae to the death about five minutes after being knocked out. In fact, Utsuho completely forgot what she was doing in the first place and accepted the idea that she was helping Sanae instead of throwing cars suns at her head without question.
While Utsuho is not the brightest crayon in the box in general, the one notable exception is her knowledge of nuclear reactors and the physics related to such. So yes, she does know how those fucking particles work. And she is very proud of this. In a “LOOK LOOK MOM LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO” way.
In addition to this…lack of cleverness, there are a few other things rather worryingly missing from Utsuho’s psyche. A proper moral compass, for instance. The hell raven talked rather cheerfully about eating Reimu and didn’t seem to care in the slightest that she was very much alive at the time. Watching the torment of however many thousands of condemned souls as they burned away to nothing has deadened what little empathy she had into a morbid amusement. Oh, Utsuho’s undyingly devoted to her master Satori, her master’s little sister Koishi, and her best friend Orin, certainly, but everything and everyone else can just burn. For no other reason than because Utsuho Said So and she can, theoretically, make that happen. Even though she got her face punched in by the protagonists of the game before she really got anywhere, she still doesn’t have a firm grasp of why exactly turning the aboveground into another hell (complete with flames and dead people) is bad. Except that she’ll get punched in the face again, and Utsuho does not want that. That hurt.
While not automatically hostile or violent towards others, and can even be friendly towards strangers, she often finds it difficult to…care. Rather than automatically helping a stranger, Utsuho will tend to hang back and watch-she is a scavenger, after all.
She will answer to both Utsuho and the nickname Okuu, though calling her anything else will probably be ignored. Not because she’s particularly prideful, but because she’s dumb. She is, however, proud of her perceived status as Satori’s “favorite” hell raven. Trying to undermine this perception will result in Utsuho actually becoming hostile and angry and you might not want to piss off the walking nuclear bomb. She’s rather sensitive about that.
Oh, and she rather likes boiled eggs. Or any eggs, but boiled eggs are her favorite.
Abilities: As a hell raven, Utsuho is resistant to absurdly high temperatures that would probably result in less-infernal creatures bursting into flame. After all, managing the fires of Hell used to be her job!
She is also mildly radioactive and sets off Geiger counters wherever she goes, though she herself shows no symptoms of radiation poisoning.
Utsuho’s power and precise control over flame is innate, given her species, though they require an existing source of flame (not hard when your native habitat is on fire). Taming the intensely hot nuclear fires of the yatagarasu god, however, requires the use of a massive, octagonal control rod which occupies the vast majority of Utsuho’s lower right arm and deprives her of the use of her right hand when it’s in place. Which is pretty much all the time nowadays, with a few exceptions. It can be taken off, but the giant red eye…thing on her chest cannot. It’s welded on. The control rod can also be used to generate these nuclear flames, though they aren’t precisely “flames” in the traditional sense anyway.
While the eye isn’t exactly dangerous (though it may creep you out by staring at you), the control rod is. It shoots SUNS. And LASERS. But mostly suns. They burn. You don’t wanna graze those.
Utsuho can also use (nonlethal) danmaku like every Touhou since the existence of Windows, but she also has a tendency to take this a liiiittle bit too far.
She can change from humanoid to raven form at will, though assuming her animal shape will deny her access to human language (except mimicry). As a raven, Utsuho is a bit larger than a typical aboveground specimen and retains her red eyes, but is little different otherwise.
Oh, and she can fly, even in said humanoid form. She has twenty-foot wingspan! …which should still not be enough to carry a humanoid aloft, according to physics and logic, but Utsuho’s very existence defies reality anyway. Seriously, nuclear hell raven. When was the last time you saw one of those at the bus stop?
Sample Entry: (Human…oid form)
http://community.livejournal.com/gensokyo_dr/81891.html?thread=7744995#t7744995
(Raven form)
[Utsuho is currently unable to use the phone, as she is both lacking in opposable thumbs and is currently outside and perched on a fence. Probably not “her” house’s fence. The big raven isn’t up to any great mischief at the moment, though; just pacing and hopping back and forth on said fence. Those who speak critter may hear her muttering something about reactor protocols to herself; she’s saying the same thing, over and over-as she learned this to begin with entirely by rote. Reading her mind will reveal her thoughts perfectly match what the raven is talking about. Not a very complex creature, here.
If none of these apply, there is still a very large black bird with red eyes croaking away on a very white picket fence and possibly scaring drone children. What do?]