DEATH WEAPON, momoko kyoji

[Momoko Kyoji]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,500,true][atrb=style,background-color: #333333; -moz-border-radius: 20px; padding: 9px; border: 1px solid #d7d7d7; vertical-align: top; overflow: auto;] † momoko kyoji those fond old memories flow † AGE: 24 years old, born February 13, 1987 † GENDER: female † SEXUALITY: bisexual † CLASS: death scythe, east asia † JOB ON THE SIDE: teacher at the dwma (marksmanship) † personality just those times we shared were the best i've ever known † APPEARANCE [pic1] [pic2] momo stands at a just-above-average 5'7" in. (170.18 cm.) and weighs in at around 125 lbs. (56.8 kg.). her eyes are a golden yellow colour, and her hair is a slightly off-black, worn short and somewhat curly. in terms of her body, she's more on the slender side with some modest tone to her muscles. † POSITIVE TRAITS affectionate eager to please fierce in battle inquistive protective simple usually upbeat † NEGATIVE TRAITS clingy ditzy insecure jealous prone to mood swings prone to taking things personally vain † SKILLS dancing (particularly club & exotic dancing) good aim playing piano † WEAKNESSES clingy once she grows attached easily offended hesitant to find a new partner insecure, easily turned against herself mentally † LIKES cats clubs hot tea music pianos rain socializing students sunshine sweets the colour yellow † DISLIKES being abandoned her mother hospitals failure kishin illness monday mornings the cold † HOBBIES clubbing people-watching playing piano † PERSONAL ITEMS charm bracelet † history but i have no strength to move my feet Momoko was born on February 13, 1987 in San Francisco, California. However, her parents were both inherently Japanese; as far as their family trees could be traced, their families had lived in Japan. 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. If he had been some sort of monster, she could understand. But from what she can figure out, he was a perfectly good man. If anything, the woman who'd carried her in her womb was the monster. She was essentially raised in a brothel, of all places. She tried to get away as much as she could, but at the end of the day, she knew she had to go back. It always killed her, and all along she hoped for a knight in shining armour to come save her. Eventually, she proved to be her own knight, at least to some extent: she heard from one of her friends about the D-W-M-A at some point, and left home at thirteen to either get into the academy for Meisters and Death Weapons, so they were called, or go bust. Any other school was either too expensive or wouldn't allow her to simply stay on-campus and therefore away from him, so she had to at least try to get in. She had to have some capabilities with what the school taught. And apparently, she was right: evidently, her father's side of the family had its secrets, as it was discovered that she was able to turn into a World War II-era 12-gauge shotgun (something she'd been seeing in her dreams prior to this, oddly enough). It was strange, she wouldn't deny that, but if it got her a ticket out of the brothel, who was she to question providence? At first, she had a hard time settling down in such a strange place. Sure, it was a welcome change from the brothel she'd more or less called home before this point, but at the same time it was such a drastic change! It was a little jarring. But for once in her life, she had a stroke of luck when she met her meister, a kind boy named Christopher. He was from California, too, though his family had moved around a lot as his father chased down job opportunities. Mere months after meeting with him, she was sure that he was going to be the storybook knight in shining armour she'd always longed for. She would have trusted him with anything, her life included. And as they progressed on their way to making her a Death Scythe, there were many times when that was put to the test. But never once did she falter, and he always pulled through for the both of them. Surely, they would have the fairy tale ending so many wished for but only a select few ever got. She was so lucky, and she felt it every day of her life. When she was finally turned into a Death Weapon after the pair defeated a lightning witch and collected their hundredth soul, things were positively grand. In fact, everything was great as they passed into their twenties together just after that. However, she wouldn't say that that time was the height of things, believe it or not. Things had really only hit an impossible high when he told her one day that he had gotten them some time off from their teaching classes at Shibusen, as well as tickets for a plane to Japan- her homeland, to which she'd always wished to "return". Words could not describe how happy she was. But just a few days before they were ready to depart, Chris came down with an odd illness. At first, it was a mere irritant, and he insisted that they would still go. Within a week, though, it was nearly debilitating, and she forced him to call it off, as much as it pained her. He was checked into a hospital in Death City, and it would be five months until he left. In a body bag. After he passed- a process that was horrifically slow, wasting him away at an agonizing rate- Momo's world shattered. She had just watched the life slowly drain from her knight in shining armour. She spent the next six months in seclusion, very rarely showing up to Shibusen where she still had a duty as a teacher. During that time, she did some things she isn't exactly proud of. Nothing horribly drastic, of course, but all the same nothing she'd consider talking to most people about. She would have told Chris, of course, but he was lying in a grave about six feet under the ground. One day quite recently, for some reason that still isn't clear to others, she showed up to work again. Consistently, no less. Now, she seems more or less recovered. The grief was still very much there, but she managed to distract herself with teaching and, when she wasn't doing that, clubbing. She's even begun to make attempts to socialize again, something she'd hardly ever done even when Chris was alive. As upbeat as she was then, she was a shy thing. It seems as though it took a tragedy to get her out of her shell, just a little. All the same, she refused to be alone. Maybe she'd have to play her own white knight again, but she wouldn't be alone. † weapons i wish upon the stars shooting through this darkness † WEAPON TYPE gun † WEAPON APPEARANCE narukami's roar; momo's primary weapon form, a World War II-era 12-gauge shotgun, onto whose face appeared the image of raijin (left), japanese god of thunder, after momo and chris defeated their witch. narukami's wrath, momo's secondary weapon form, a murata rifle, which lacks any notable decorations due to its relative lack of use. † SPECIAL FORMS/ABILITIES soul perception narukami's wrath; in either her weapon or human form(s), momo, having gained the ability from eating the soul of a lightning witch, is able to summon forth lightning almost at-will: she can either shoot it out from within herself (usually from her hands) or call it down from the sky to strike in a specific spot. of course, the bolt from the sky- which can be called upon regardless of the weather- is much more powerful than the bolt she's able to shoot by herself, as the human body can only conduct so much electricity without causing some sort of damage. this move is more powerful if there is a thunderstorm present. of course, this move can be devastating in a number of ways. for one, it has the potential of either simply stunning them (1-3 post average) or knocking them out for some time. it's also possible to completely stop one's heart, though this is somewhat rare. additionally, the bolt is likely to disrupt the soul wavelengths of its target(s) (1-2 post average). more effective against targets who are either standing in or covered in water. this ability has its limits, naturally; momo cannot shoot the bolt from herself too often (twice every four posts) without potentially burning herself or otherwise bringing herself harm (namely burning, or becoming sick/falling unconscious after reverting back to her human form if done in weapon form). and though calling the bolt from the sky poses her no harm per se, it is also less reliable, in that it is both less accurate and not always guaranteed to strike. however, as aforementioned, it makes up for it by being much stronger. in her weapon form(s), the shell/bullet-like concentrations of her and her meister's soul wavelengths spark with electricity. though it isn't nearly as powerful as shooting lightning itself, it's altogether less hazardous for her and still adds a kick to her shots. the more of her wavelength she focuses into each shot, the more electricity there will be, though logically not as much as what would be in a bolt of lightning. being that it's still electricity, this still holds the chance of stunning her target (1-2 post average), and it still runs the risk of causing her to overheat or become ill, though it's a much less significant threat than using narukami's wrath outright. narukami's bite; having no proper partial transformation, momo is still able to fire "shells" from her fingertips. though they tend to fragment more than they would in her weapon form, they pack about the same punch. she also can't fire quite as many shots as she would be able to in her weapon form without "overheating"- something that, in this case, would manifest by burning her hand. she's sort of able to fire rifle "bullets," as well, though she's still mastering that. † SOUL APPEARANCE as many souls are, momo's is in the shape of an orb, all coloured in gold. its white "eyes" are wide, a small smile creasing across its "face" by default. normally, wisps resembling electric bolts can be seen emanating from it. † formalities because to run again is my only wish † OTHER CHARACTERS • dagur larus † FACECLAIM [b][color=0000FF]LUXRAY, pokemon[/color][/b] momoko kyoji

[DarkWings]

I have no technical problems with this application, more like an idea. A Death Scythe is supposed to be among the strongest weapons in the entire world, but your abilities just don't scream "I'm a badass". Yes, I'm asking if you'd want to ramp it up. Also, it's canon that Death Scythes gain extra abilities based on the magic of the Witch soul they consumed. I don't see that though. Spruce it up and be ready for round 2.

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[DarkWings]