Post by .-Moiji-. on Nov 26, 2007 0:02:06 GMT -5
{ . P R O F I L E . }
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{ G e n e r a l }
Birth/Given Name: Moiji
Alias: Momo
Gender: Female
Human Age: 15
Human Height: 5'4 ft / 165 cm
Human Weight: 107 lbs / 49 kg
Pure wolf or part wolf? Pure.
--------Ratio: n/a
Role in Pack Situation: Pack-less, at the moment.
{ A p p e a r a n c e }
Clothing: Because the majority of Momo's time is spent working at a bar on the outskirts of Nari City, her attire must be simple and maneuverable. A black, long-sleeve shirt hugs her body loosely, the first and last couple of buttons unbuttoned, showing off tender, peach skin before flaring out a little below her hips. Dark, steel gray low-riser jeans snugly fit her lower body with a gray, seatbelt-like belt fastened through the loops. Due to the seemingly never-ending rain, a pair of worn green canvas sneakers adorns her feet, its laces braided from various cloth materials. And lastly, a plain, black collar-like choker wraps around her neck.
Physical Description: Petite in build, Moiji's largest asset is her quickness. Long legs balance out her almost equally long torso, giving her a lithe look instead of lanky sort of appearance. Spending the most of her time standing, Momo has acquired the habit of loosely crossing her arms, and sometimes even bouncing lightly against the wall to pass time. A short mess of dark brown hair frames her delicate features, alluring green eyes standing out among them. On her left ear, three, small silver isosceles triangle-shaped earrings dangle behind a curtain of hair, while, on her right wrist, a tribal tattoo continues to mark her as a member of her old pack. Although working in the seedier part of the city for a number of years has brought a degree of solemnity to her face, when Momo happens to crack a smile - no matter how big - it brings a certain beauty to her face and gives others a sense warmth and welcome.
Wolf Description: Coinciding with her human counterpart, Moiji's true build is made for quickness and speed. Also passed down from her human form are her green eyes, dulled down to a forest green. Although thin from minimal food intake, her rich brown coat still shines, a ring of beige outlined in a brownish tan color around her neck with the majority of her fur covered in shades of dark brown and occasionally tan. When a wolf, she usually stands as tall as she can with her small body, head high in awareness.
{ I n n e r }
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Momo generally doesn't speak unless spoken to. Albeit, she's sarcastic when angry, sings when she's in pain, can't stand arguments between companions, and doesn't like change for the most part, but rolls with the punches anyway. Not much of the conversationalist, she can never seem to hold a conversation for her life, never knowing what to say next. Kind and mildly passive, but far from naive, she could be described as a berserker when deeply provoked or close to defeat. While in this state, she does not know right from wrong and attacks her enemy with an insane amount of power and fury, until she is certain they are dead. And then her body - unable to take the strain - collapses, and she passes out. In most situations, she is the last one to panic and thinks quickly before she acts. She yearns for any physical contact with friends or family, whether it be a hug, a piggy-back ride, or a simple holding of hands. Like a child, she loves to smile and laugh, enjoys the simple things in life, is a bit too curious at times, and can entertain herself easily.
History: Moiji was born into a very Spartan-like pack. Her father, an extremely prideful, foolish wolf, was the Alpha. He sought after the foolish dream of expanding his territory to the ends of the land. Even if it meant knocking down other packs along the way. To make his dream a reality, he cast out the weak and trained the strong, keeping the pathetic to take care of the pups and the strong to battle challenging packs who resisted his power. Her mother, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a vertebrae anywhere in her back, always doing whatever she was told and slinking after him with her bowed during battles.
On her ninth birthday (in human years), the pack had seized control of a hefty piece of land and celebrated immensely that night in a city nearby. That was her first use of human glamour. Although her father despised humans, he admired some of their creations; such as alcohol and tattoos. And after a few drinks, his arrogance got the best of him, demanding that his entire pack get permanent ink markings to show how extensive his pack and his rule had become.
Years later, the pack was to face a gargantuan battle against an equally powerful group. Being the battle was to be had on the other side of a mountain, like usual, Moiji's father had her and a few other weaker wolves stay behind. A week passed and no one returned. Presumably dead, she and the others did as instructed and left the waiting site, not to return. For a time they tried to stick together as pack, but ended up disbanding after only a few short months, going their separate ways.
Soon after splitting up, Moiji stumbled upon the dismal, wet Nari City. In total, it took her a good year before she figured out the workings of human society and sought after a job to support herself. She worked with street vendors, taught herself how to pickpocket, and lived on the streets awhile, before she found someone who would hire an eleven year-old. The Last Stop bar owner, an old man in his sixties, took pity on her, and hired her under the table, after seeing she had exceptional hand-eye coordination. Shortly following that, she found a place to stay, after her boss' son moved out of a room he owned a couple of blocks away from the bar, in exchange for three-quarters of her paycheck.
{ E v a l u a t i o n }
RP Sample: [In response to L.osing is -not- an option// in Nari City]
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Momo slipped her keys out of the lock of her apartment door and into the pocket of her jeans, slowly make her way down the fire escape-like steps to the blacktop below. Emerging from the alleyway between her apartment building and a rundown car repair shop, she blended in, but stood out among the other commuters on the sidewalk. Although she preferred the abandoned back alleys, they only made her late to work, with all the crazies and pedophiles running around back there. Not that she didn't mind walking with humans, it was just that there always had to be so much unnecessary pushing and shouting and everything going on at all times.
As she walked, the older vendors that riddled the street sides sat quietly, while the younger ones yelled out advertisements for whatever they sold. A slow progression of cars drove down the vile street, splashing up mucky water as they passed. The skies above were a disheartening gray color, draining the world under of its color. Momo scowled and wrinkled her nose, as a strong wind came, bringing the smog from distant smokestacks.
Walking further down the street, Momo inquired about the time to a man standing by a newspaper stand, cursing languidly as she stepped up her pace. It was already 7:27 AM and the drunks got antsy if you made them wait. Turning her walk into a jog, she darted in between people with ease, quickly entering the decaying part of the city.
Old brick buildings from years ago still stood, chunks of their roofs lying at their foundations. Although it seemed empty to the naked eye, each and every edifice was inhabited by the homeless, their quiet moans of pain, hunger, and sickness made themselves known to the keenness of Momo's wolf senses. She could hear and feel their vibrations as they shuffled along through the rubble, see the yellows of their eyes in the darkness off the slight glint of the sun, and taste the stench they left in the air.
Finally, she could see the worn top to the Last Stop Bar, over the rubble she was climbing. And sitting around the entrance, hungover in all their glory, were the loyal customers that came and never seemed to leave. Most had beards or a little scruff, their eyelids covering glazed-over eyes of depression and misery, slumped against anything comfortable they could find.
A drunk by the door opened an eye, hearing the keys jangle as Momo unlocked the door. "Iss 'sabout time ya' got herr," he slurred, attempting to stand.
Ignoring him, she turned the knob and shoved the door, flicking the switch the dingy bar as she entered. Soon enough, the other drunkards started filing in, sitting down in their usual spots. Sighing at how routine her life was, she started taking orders.
Ring, ring, ring.
Momo moved to answer the phone, cradling it between her cheek and shoulder as she spoke. "Hello?" She listened closely, making little 'uh-huh' noises and scribbled down notes on a napkin, before hanging up.
She locked up the alcohol, before sprinting out the door to make a quick trip to pick the new shipment whiskey. Honestly, she wasn't worried about the men - and some women - back at the bar, they had long since passed out and no one had attempted to rob the place. And if she was lucky, she could pick something up from the loading dock for lunch, being it was past noon already.
Slowly, she made her way up to the loading desk and signed a form, watching as a thick man hefted a case of whiskey to the table. He chuckled once he saw who was picking up the order. "Sure you can handle this crate, little missy?"
"I'm sure it can't be too heavy..." she trailed off naively, pretending to be overwhelmed by its weight, walking away slowly until she was far enough way where she was sure she could juggle it without others seeing. Deciding to take a shortcut, she walked the abandoned train tracks, before skillfully jumping a fence. About twenty minutes away from the bar, Momo lifted her nose to the sky and sniffed. Gradually, her eyes grew wide as she began to recognize the smell with each passing second. She kept walking but slower this time, and everything seemed to go in slow-motion when she turned the corner.
There they stood, four of them, out in the open looking a little worse for wear. Whatever they were talking about seemed serious, and from the looks on their faces, a life-altering decision. She saw completely through the human glamour, and it seemed as if it was three-versus-one, the one looking kind of frantic and unwilling.
"...a forest is a somewhat unnecessary measure? Let's just hide out some more for a bit until all this shit dies down, huh? What d'ya say?"
"This city's never truly felt right."
Hearing the girl's voice, Momo suddenly snapped out of her trance-like state, not registering the fact that she had dropped the crate and its contents were slowly leaking out the cracks, and that had possibly just screwed herself over at work. Wolves, she thought excitedly to herself.
"Holy shit."
