DEATH WEAPON, momoko kyoji

DEATH WEAPON, momoko kyoji Sept 22, 2012 23:17:35 GMT -5

Post by momo on Sept 22, 2012 23:17:35 GMT -5

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★ D. O. B.: february thirteenth

★ H E I G H T: five feet and five inches

★ W E I G H T: one hundred twenty-eight lbs.

★ A P P E A R A N C E: momo's got a slender body that she likes to dress in fashionable (if sometimes quirky) clothing. the one staple would be her jacket, which her ex-meister bought for her one christmas. and a simple beaded bracelet his little sister made for her on her birthday. these two things find their way into almost all of her outfits, though she'll go without the jacket more often depending on the level of formality required.

she has a tattoo of the japanese god of thunder, rai jin (left), on the back of her left shoulder, extending somewhat down her arm.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ PERSONALITY[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;]★ G E N E R A L: first and foremost, let it never be mistaken that because of momo's sometimes ditzy and vain demeanor, she is not a fierce foe on the battlefield. perhaps she can be insecure at times--really, who isn't?--but certainly it holds no bearing on her efficiency in battle! compared to the affectionate and easily amused woman she is in a relaxed setting, the change she undergoes for a fight is astounding; all at once, she seems to drop her upbeat and inquisitive personality and exchanges it for something, someone, that seems to fit the description of a death weapon much more closely. so what if she can be impatient and maybe easily roused into a jealous fit? she's working on it! fortunately, in lieu of her very social nature, she is very eager to please those who are close to her, and will effectively stop anything if given the word to do so. just keep in mind that she can be a little clingy, too, but when she had to watch her long-time meister die a slow death, why shouldn't she try hard to protect those close to her, whether they be a good friend or a student under her charge? (12)

★ L I K E S & D I S L I K E S:

♥ black lagoon
♥ cats
♥ clubs
♥ coffee
♥ compliments
♥ dancing
♥ hot tea
♥ music
♥ rain
♥ shopping
♥ socializing
♥ students (usually)
♥ stuffed animals
♥ sunshine
♥ sweet food
♥ the color yellow

✗ being alone
✗ being mistreated as a sub
✗ being underestimated
✗ bugs
✗ failure
✗ her mother
✗ hospitals
✗ illness
✗ monday mornings
✗ paperwork
✗ rebellious students
✗ the cold
✗ the north district
✗ witches

★ H O B B I E S & H A B I T S:

⋆ clubbing
⋆ people-watching
⋆ wandering around the city

⋆ licking her lower lip when she's focused
⋆ talking faster when agitated

★ S E C R E T S & F E A R S:

⋆ she loved chris
⋆ she still sleeps with a bear chris gave to her
⋆ she worked at a cabaret club

⋆ being a failure
⋆ being utterly alone
⋆ finding out that chris' death was her fault in some way
⋆ losing another partner
⋆ sickness

★ A M B I T I O N S:

⋆ to be a hero to herself, and maybe someone else
⋆ to finally go to japan
⋆ to find her father
⋆ to find another meister
⋆ to get a cat

Momoko was born on February 13, 1987 in San Francisco, California- over seven thousand miles away from her native home. As far back as her family tree could be traced, Japan had housed each branch. Unfortunately for Momo, her mother had "made a hobby of ruining other people's lives," as she puts it, because while she was pregnant, she decided to run away from her husband and go to America. Maybe if he were some sort of monster, an abuser or dead-beat, she'd understand, but as far as she could figure, he was a good guy. If anything, the woman who'd carried her in her womb was the monster. She just hopes that it doesn't run in the family.

Her mother had come into a brothel as a place of "sanctuary" in their new life. For months, she and Momo lived there while her short-sighted mother earned enough money for a house of their own. While that did eventually happen, in the time in between, the girl was exposed to many things children her age probably shouldn't have been. Even after they had their house, Momo often had to go to the brothel if she wanted to talk to her mother. She was, after all, a hard worker.

Ultimately, the first major change in her life was galvanized by something that could have been her end. See, some of the patrons at the brothel weren't of the good sort. A one-time visitor had a predilection for eating his playmates. He'd gotten through three of them and was moving on to find another, and it just so happened that the terrified young Momo was standing in the middle of the hallway. He approached her, mumbling something about taste, and there she was, a deer in the headlights. The distance closed, and when three feet was the only thing that separated them, she finally got the strength to bolt, her little sandals slapping against the floor. Something happened during all of this, because when the slick floor finally tripped her up and she turned to stare in horror at her assailant, he was something entirely different. He was something entirely monstrous as he barreled down the hallway at her.

And then he wasn't there. There was a crash in an adjacent room where he'd just been, but he wasn't in the hallway.

Shaking, she pushed herself to her knees, just as a boy in a school uniform went running into that room. She yelled after him, "Wait! Don't go in there!" But he did it anyway. What followed was yelling, growling, gurgling, and a few intermittent crashes and bangs. Silence followed, broken only by a gulp and some muffled words she couldn't make out.

"Holy shit!" came the cry that would change her life. Well, no, not the words itself, but the realization that caused them. That boy in the uniform came out from the room, trailed by another boy in a uniform. There was some indistinct muttering between them, before the first boy finally offered to her, "Have you ever heard of the Death Weapons and Meister Academy?"

She nodded, but only a little, because she'd only ever heard it mentioned once or twice.

"Well, uh, expect a letter soon, alright?"

And with those cryptic words, the pair left. She went home while the workers did that they could to pick up the pieces, though she heard several quit. She couldn't blame them, really. In the next few weeks she puzzled over what happened, over what the boy had said, and some other things of that nature. Sure enough, a letter eventually arrived in the mail addressed to her. She never got mail. Buzzing with curiosity over its contents, she tore it open and read it.

It was an invitation. To the Death Weapon and Meister Academy in Nevada. Apparently, she was a demon weapon, of some sort. How was such a thing possible? She couldn't do anything extraordinary.

Or so she thought until she took a long series of bus rides to Nevada and turned into a twelve-gauge shotgun. Not something most people could say. As far as anyone could tell, her father's side of the family had its secrets. She wondered if he knew. She was given a place in the dorms, a class schedule, and suddenly, she had her own new life at thirteen. California felt farther away than it really was.

Settling in was somewhat difficult. Most of the other students were kind enough, but she felt so terribly strange in the midst of them. She was more shy than ever, trying to focus more on the work than the strangers. But the second major change in her life came in the form of a weaponless meister named Christopher. He was from California, he said, but his family had moved around a lot in pursuit of job opportunities. He said he was glad to have something solid again, even if it took some serious getting used to. They became tentative friends, he being the more proactive one, though she eventually started to come out of her shell. How fortunate it was, then, that their wavelengths were compatible with one another! She came to trust him deeply as her partner and as her friend. Hopefully, she gave him the same feeling. It was the least she could do for the boy that became her partner, and would eventually become the man that made her a Death Weapon.

That last fight was against an electric eel witch. It was a slimy battle, as well as a close and painful one, but finally, they had collected their hundredth soul.

They were nineteen, then. It was a high point in her life that just kept going higher. After two years of relative peace, wherein they focused mostly on teaching classes (or, in Momo's case, filling in for missing teachers, as Chris was always the excellent one in some field or other), he suddenly asked her if she wanted to go to Japan, the place she should have called home. She looked at him incredulously, then, as he pulled out a pair of plane tickets, boldly displaying "TOKYO" on their front. She squealed and threw her arms around him, partially to hide the tears of joy (not that he was fooled, anyway). How someone could keep making her this happy was utterly beyond her.

A few days before they were set to depart, they had one last mission. It sounded easy enough, but something went awry. Chris got hurt. Then he got sick. Within the week, it was debilitating, and she forced him to call off their trip, as much as it pained her. He was checked into a hospital Death City, and it would be five months before he left.

In a body bag.

Her life had shattered. Chris was everything to her. She realized in his dying hours that she loved him. She'd kept herself from telling because she figured he would still be there tomorrow, when she had the courage to do it. But the sunrise that morning was accompanied with a long, shrill noise, marking the third thing that would drastically change her life. And now he'd never know.

She spent the next six months in a state of relative seclusion, always trying to get away from her thoughts. Every so often, she'd show up at DWMA to do her job, but even that was seldom. She started clubbing more than anything, though an acquaintance she made at a club led her to a place where she did...well, things she wasn't proud of. Was it drastic? No. Was it embarrassing for her? Yes. The only person she's ever felt she could tell about it was the man that was six feet under.

But two years ago, she showed up again. Consistently. It seems that she's recovered, and though the grief is still there at times, she's come a long way. She's more sociable now than she's ever been, and the fire in her eyes has returned. She's ready to take on whatever comes her way.

Maybe it's not a storybook ending, but she won't let it become a tragedy.

⋆ gun (WWII-era 12-gauge shotgun/Murata rifle)

★ W E A P O N D E S C R I P T I O N:

⋆ winchester model 12 trench gun, whose smooth metallic face features her tattoo of rai jin. fires shells that burst and spread, electricity arcing between each fragment. optimal at close-range, with little effect past mid-range.
⋆ type 22 murata rifle that bears a lightning bolt running down its barrel. fires the compressed wavelengths as more compact and precise "bullets." release electricity into the target's body upon impact, making the damage more acute than that of the shotgun form. more effective at mid-range combat.
⋆ no proper transformation, though she is able to fire parts of her own soul wavelength as shells from her fingertips (cannot fire rifle shots). however, she can only shoot so many times before her fingers begin to burn due to the repeated build-up of electricity (~5 shots, 2 minute/1 post cooldown time). overall, more taxing energy-wise and somewhat less efficient, though it is useful in a pinch.

★ S P E C I A L A B I L I T I E S:

⋆ electricity; after defeating the electric eel witch, momo's soul became charged with electricity. now, whenever she fires a shot, it sparks with electricity that, fired in a high enough quantity, is capable of paralyzing her foes. beyond that, however, she has also gained the ability to shoot pure electricity from her fingertips, though of course she can only do this a few times before her hands become burnt (2 times/1 post cooldown). additionally, when she is outside, she is capable of calling down lightning strikes from the sky (1 time/1 post cooldown). More effective on cloudy/stormy days.
⋆ delayed shell burst; delays the burst of the shotgun "shells" until they are embedded into the opponent, upon which they fragment and do additional damage from the inside.
⋆ scope; temporarily adds a scope to her rifle form, allowing for greater accuracy.

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[b]pokémon[/b] - luxio, [i]kyoji, momoko[/i]

★ N A M E: bree

★ C H A R A C T E R S: baltasar de soto, carmen arthur, cyr crowe, isaiah bradford.
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