asilavyel

[asilavyel]

Bleach Anime

Asil Avyel’s Journey has just begun. Surrounded by death She is a survivor. Hoping to reach her full potential as a new member healer of Ichigo’s Team. She can purified some soul with practice as well. Trained in archery she is an asset to the team. Derailed with hopelessness considering she couldn’t save her brother from the soul societies wrath she questioned everything. That is why she left. To grieve and heal. Filled with hope for this new journey she will train and excel as she has done before. She never expected to be attending school. A new experience nonetheless. Wishing for her brother back she will stop at nothing to prove him proud of her. She will fight and always give her all.   I wanted this character to have a background to story. Her survival of her parents death in her brothers death is her a storyline. You will experience her history with her as well as her new hope for life. She sees the way that team fights. She was inspired to be a part of a new journey. You will see her engage in new things. Her arrows can purify a soul for a time begging to let a soul reaper pass. This is only so many chances she has although. You will see her train and become stronger. Overcoming conflict and producing productive results. She wants to prove her worth for her family memory. Make a name for herself. Is her reasoning right or wrong. Is she a good person? I made an avatar to fit in to their world. Find out her trails on the show.

Explain your inspiration for the design: I wanted to make myself a true character of adventurous anime.

Describe images: in the first image you have or Hime is strong wholesome character who radiates goodness. In the world anime for bleach good versus evil is at play. A team forced to be reckon with has a new character at play. Forced to do right Ichigo must help the soul reapers. I decided to make my character a healer. All the characters are in battle and Asil Avyel rushes in to help her team. She as been assigned to his team.

[asilavyel]

Wonder Woman

 I remember it like it was yesterday sitting in my anatomy class. The phone was ringing the time stopped. Everything was in slow motion. I knew the phone was for me. My father is in the hospital. Suffering from the ramifications of the chemo. I didn’t know he was on his deathbed. Sick and alone waiting for me. Would I make it in time?  The fallen leaves were crunching under my insignificance wheels. I was riding on the cracked sidewalk at the end of the street. Adults and children were nowhere in sight. The street was sleeping and reeked of loneliness. The people on this worn, dead ended street had deserted it, striving for something new and more exciting. My bike had unwanted training wheels and was covered with pink roses. I had a pink bubble horn and bow ribbons tied on the handles. My once loved bike now became childish in my eyes. I was a big girl now! I pedaled faster to reach my worn house. My training wheels were making me slower, dragging me down. I had finally reached my house towards the beginning of the street. From my house, you could see the wavering crooked sign marking our street 'Poplar'. I hopped off my bike and marched right onto my porch. My father was sitting on a lawn chair with his beloved Coca-Cola beside his leather cowboy boots.

I stride up to him, “Daddy you need to teach me how to ride a real bike!” He looks at me with amusement and adjusts his cowboy hat, putting out the cigarette he was smoking in the glass ashtray next to him.

“What's wrong with your bike?” He asks me with a smile that reaches our matching brown eyes.

“Daddy! I'm a big girl now and big girls don't ride bikes with training wheels!” All the kids who lived on the street didn't ride the type of bike I rode.

“Okay mija. I'll teach you how to ride a bike without training wheels.” He walked and bent over to the steel handle, opening our unused garage. I heard a rustling and clanging. Finally my father emerged with a rusty larger than life bike. The wheels towered over my head and I compulsively started fidgeting with my hands.

“I'm suppose to ride that?” I whined. I didn't expect this particular bike.

“It's what you wanted Lisa, no?” my father says with a smile. “I'll help you don't worry.”

I can do this. I zip up my puffy white jacket and roll up my selves. My father takes the bike to the edge of the road as I trail after him. He helps me onto the old fashion bike and I adjust myself. I place my feet onto the pedals.

“Okay now start pedaling. I have you mija.” 

I start to pedal with my dad steadying my awkwardly high padded seat. As I pedal I can't stop the grin growing on my face. 

“Good job! I'm going to let go.”

“No papi! You cant let go!” I scream with desperation. I sense my father still with me so I immediately calm down. I pass the broken houses with the wind blowing my air. In that moment I felt like Wonder Women and my hair was my cape. The bike was my two wheeled lasso, my weapon. I turn to share my joy with my father and to let him know I'm okay. I want to try by myself. With wide eyes I see my father standing several houses behind me. I try not to panic and keep riding. I don't no how to get off the large bike. I decide to just turn and ask daddy for help.

It was another day in the 'ghetto' Pontiac Michigan when I made the decision to learn how to ride a bike. Later in life I would really learn what it means to actually let go. I also was striving for something new, but I would realize there was no place I'd rather be than on that broken road, embracing my father and yelling at him to not let me go. 

After I fell off my new weapon my father rushed to me. Two bruised knees and the shock of falling derailed my spirit. I remember my father kissing my boo boos but I had finally did the impossible. Its was too big, but I In those ten to five second felt free. Infinite. Accomplished. Never let something scary stop you from reaching new heights.   How I missed that man to this day. As next of kin I was the one to make the decision.

Many do not talk about their experiences with loss which is a form of grief. You can experience this at any age or any time in your life. It could be a small loss, as losing a childhoods toy or a big loss which may be losing a parent. Both are losses but, one is more severe emotional loss.                                                     Some losses are natural like losing your teeth. You can experience that in two stages of your life. I am somebody who personally does not discuss my grief with people. It’s not a natural response for me. At a young age I had to decide my father. Man I had known my whole life was weak in this moment. They said that’s what he wanted.

Smoking kills and it generated towards mainly men. Smoking also introduces new voices such as drinking. By new voices I mean new vices. An addiction that may lead to other addictions. Not only can you experience cancer from smoking you can also get secondhand smoke. Gum disease follows that In some causes. You may experience hearing loss vision loss in some severe cases. Your increase in tobacco products may increase. Dual tobacco items may be used.   What is the cost of a cigarette. If you ask a smoker how much he spends on a pack a month you’d be astonished. People relate stress to why they began smoking. Or maybe you were quitting a habit and place you gained a new bad habit. Smoking kills. It’s unhealthy. Think twice before you light up.  Can cause lung disease by blocking the airways in your small sacs in your lungs. COPD is serious. Smoking is so unhealthy. Nicotine doesn’t kill the tar does. Vaping is just as bad. Vaping is an alternative from smoking cigarettes. It still affects your lungs. Cigarette smoking kills more than 480,000 Americans each year. Cigarette kills mostly men compared to women. Cigarette smoking also kills more in the ages of 45 to 64.The woman rate for smoking in women is 11.0, reported as everyday smokers.   I believe people smoke because of stress. Find new ways to cope with stress in a productive way. Might find this beneficial in the long run to quit smoking. Find new coping mechanisms to quit smoking. You can do it. The south also is reported to have more smokers in the country. 45 to 64 is reported to have more frequent smoking. You see it smoking advertise everywhere on billboard, television.  I  lost my father at the age of fifteen, he suffered through chemotherapy and he went into remission but he was in stage four. The chemo affected his body and some of the effects of the chemo he got sick from and he could not recover and he passed away. I had to come to acceptance and deal with this grief. And to this day I’m still learning how to talk about my grief, about the situation. It takes time and practice and you have to be willing in my opinion, to heal.   People struggle with healing because they do not talk about it so if you are in that situation and you feel like someone needs someone to talk to you, please reach out because isolation does have negative effects. I feel like I experience a prolonged grief a sense of “being stuck” from my loss of  my father. Grief and loss do have an effect on your physical well-being so it’s important practice self-care. I hope if you know anyone that is going through any difficult times regarding loss and grief that you are patient and know that there is hope. Be a good support system it can help someone in that type of situation.

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