[SPIRIT] harumi

In their human form, Harumi is purposely androgynous, with long green hair and matching green eyes. They prefer to wear lighter, pastel colored clothes with either plain or simple patterns, and they're not really one to focus on fashion despite their adoration for beauty (fashion brands at least, although they do tend to flip through magazines every so often...)

In their spirit form, Harumi is not just a mound of dirt thankfully. Or rather, they are except they look more like a human made of soil and earth, their figure grainy if one looks closely enough. Their separation from the ground is questionable, since they have a tendency to sink into it in their spirit form, but generally they can maintain color as well if they please. Becoming literal dirt buried under trees and plants is also an option if they really want to.

+Energetic +Personable +Friendly +Confident +Thoughtful +Compassionate
-Childish -Impatient -Fickle -Gullible -Dramatic -Forgetful

Harumi is someone who never stays in one place. They're always bouncing from one foot to another or one place to another, and energy is behind every syllable that bubbles out of them. They like to think it's infectious but maybe that's just their optimism at work. They're always looking to talk and make friends, and especially comment on the beauty they see in mostly anything. Their favorite things in the world involve flowers and springtime, for obvious reasons, although they can get a bit carried away gushing when they get going.

Even if they have their own perception of beauty however, they like to think anything and anyone can be pretty if looked at the right way. Their confidence and positive self-image is, they think, one of their selling points, and Harumi hopes that they can spread beauty everywhere and not just in spring!

However they do tend to make a bigger deal out of things than is really necessary, and sometimes it seems their flower shop and spring blossoms are the only things they keep up with. Harumi is awfully fickle and also forgetful, and arranging meetings and times with them is a disaster waiting to happen because they're always about fifteen minutes late with Starbucks. Despite their age they've also got a tendency to fall for obvious tricks and jokes (within reason) and you know one day they really will spot that UFO in the air! But for now they're gazing at empty skies and leaving some poor sap alone in a cafe meetup that slipped their mind.

They have no attachment to a particular gender, and instead find themselves comfortable with either feminine or masculine pronouns or none at all. They leave it up to whoever is in their company, and have little preference for one or the other. If anyone were to ask, their usual response is, "What do you think?"

Harumi doesn't remember being dirt. They remember the word dirty and the disgust that humans showed when it was uttered. It was always exasperation, unhappiness, or even frustration on others' faces when they, a part of them, was merely looked at. Uncleanliness with nothing to do with them was scorned as dirty and then their existence became something equivalent to ugly.

For awhile they were jealous of the beautiful flowers that sprung from their nutrients. Flowers were loved by all but the very thing that makes them possible is ignored and trampled on, holding instead the connotation of taint as its only trophy. Yet they never stopped flowers from growing, because their jealousy came hand in hand with admiration.

It would be centuries before they finally realized that beauty, something they longed for, didn't have to rely on the opinion of others. The harder they worked to ensure that gorgeous blossoms sprouted in spring, the more satisfaction they felt from the humans and other spirits alike gazing in awe at what they realized were the fruits of their labor. They never became flowers, and soil was never regarded as flowers, but soil could be beautiful too.

Their work to make spring the most colorful, pastel-dotted season made Harumi a figure heavily associated with the season, and while they'd lived as an unemployed, whimsical resident of Seaside for a long while, the influx of newcomers has coaxed them out of their aimless life and into the working world. They've started by opening a flower shop, and hand-growing all their merchandise (quite literally).