Name: Momiji "Trickster" Wolfe
Age: Nineteen (19)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Momiji has long flowing purple hair, that (when let down), would probably reach past her knees. Her bangs are black, yet she claims never to have dyed her hair at all. Her main hair color is also a rather unnatural dark gothic purple color. Usually, her hair is tied up with two black ribbons, ponytails on the back sides of her head. She is most often seen with a light gray vest, that has a purple tone related to her hair color under her, and dark gray skirt with purple lining. Her skin is a healthy cream color, and she stands at about 5'6". Weighing in at 120 lb., she appears to be a normal healthy young lady.
The curious thing about her though.. is the strange marking that rests on her forehead. She also is most often seen running around bare footed, for whatever reason is unknown, though most assume because she's never been taught better. Despite her usually clean appearance, she does seem a bit on the.. unmannered side. Her eyes also catch most people's eye. With the right eye icy blue, full of life, the left is gray, and dull.. though there seems to be a pulsing behind the surface. It's not a nice sort of pulse, however..
http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/Ech...ters/newone.jpgCorrupt Position: Unknown
Relations (Family): Deceased
Weapon: Momiji carries no sort of weapon.
Bio+ & Personality: Momiji is not a corrupt.. but what's inside her, is the most corrupt thing possible on the face of this planet. Any holy spirit can certainly feel the evil that radiates off of this innocent, hyper seeming woman. An aura seems to surround her.. around her bad seems just seem to happen. And it rains. It rains.. and rains.. and rains.. She is such an innocent seeming woman, with such a childlike personality. She loves to befriend people, loves animals, and every small thing seems to awe her. Though, any person she seems to befriend meets a tragic end.. many of her past friends, the ones that have survived, have ran off from her. They still have nightmares about her.. even humans notice there is something strange about this woman.
She seems to bring unfortunate events around all those around her, as if death and misery follow her closely.. even though she, herself, seems to vibrate with life. Another odd thing is she seems to roam at night, which is the only time possible for it to not be raining around her, or at least appears so. Most stray from her, and those who befriend her, don't stick around for long.
She appears homeless and alone in the world. However, her clothes are still always clean, her appearance still always appears neat and mannered, except for the no shoes thing. Often times, Momiji enjoys high places, like the roofs of tall buildings. She's never seen out in the sun, and usually not in the day, and if she is, it's cloudy and gray. All that she does seem to be without taking in any consideration, she does not seem to know the meaning of danger or risk.. Who is this girl, where did she come from.. what is this evil inside her?
Role-playing Sample: Icy rain drops fell onto the dark pavement, covering the city in a sheet of heavy dark clouds.. as if you could really ever see the sky in this city. People walked along, holding umbrellas, suitcases, newspapers, and anything else possible over their heads, their silent hurry like cockroaches scattering as lights flicked on. But in this city.. this world, those lights also seemed to be glued on off.
Resting back, her head tilting against the wall building, she slowly inhaled. Tilting her head back down, she slid her eyes open silently, though no one else could tell her eyes had been closed behind her dark glasses.. As if anyone even took notice to her. Her pale hand reached up, moving the cigarette between her soft lips from them as she exhaled the filthy toxic that was entering her body.
To even find cigarettes nowadays were impossible, she supposed the government only produced them for the higher ups who were pulling the strings. Of course, this individual standing under the dry part of the current building behind her, wasn't like them. This sheet that covered the world in ignorant bliss, she was one of the special ones.. trying to tear this sheet away.
She was Ai. Shifting her shoulders up, her black coat stretched with a slight noise, the end of the coat flipping around in the wind. Taking one last inhale of toxicant, she dropped the cigarette to the ground, pressing her foot lightly over its spot. Pushing her glasses up her nose with her pointer finger, this normal looking woman started out into the streets. Rain drizzled onto her, though she seemed not to care, setting her apart from all the others trying to keep from getting wet.
Finally, after a few blocks, she paused her walking. Tilting her head around slowly, seemingly looking around for something, she begun to walk down the alleyway she had happened to stop in front of. Making a slight face, she examined the surprisingly clean alleyway. Of course, who would possibly litter or make messy trash? It was a perfect world.. Kicking a lone soda can forward, it clanged against the other wall, as she seemed to snap into motion.
Bursting forward, she pressed her foot against the wall, reaching up to grab the fire escape. The metal groaned as her weight fell onto it, her feet adjusting her against the building. Applying pressure, she kicked herself off the wall, flipping over onto the fire escape. Landing oddly gracefully, she stands, walking down the length of the fire escape. This particular one stretched out to the end of the alleyway, where there was an opening between the building perpendicular to it. Slipping between there, she jumped, landing on the roof of a much smaller building which was, oddly enough, jammed between two other buildings.
Moving to her right, she slowly slid open some opening, which must've been an old access panel to the roof. Sliding in the building, she pulled the opening shut behind her. The inside was almost like a warehouse, with two levels. She was on the much smaller second level. Beginning down the creaky metal stairs, she slid her coat off, tossing it onto an old, worn out couch next to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Ai's back!" A cheery voice spoke up, as a few other people in the warehouse looked up from whatever they were doing and made some mock cheering. She merely shook her head, walking toward the young looking girl who had announced her arrival. "Any news?" Her voice was calm and leveled, but holding a tone of seriousness. The young girl shook her head, as another person came up the rear of Ai. He looked older than the young girl, older than even Ai, as he spoke up in a gruff voice.
"There was an exterminator fight, chasing three different targets. They seemed pretty intent on catching them.. two of the targets seem to have disappeared, while we have reports of one recently being chased." Ai's head slowly turned toward the man, a look of surprise on her face. "Three people outrunning exterminators?-" The man spoke up once more. "One fought Celeste. And lived." Ai's face was of astonishment.
"Amazing.." She stretched the word out, before speaking up. "We've been in hiding for years, even few of the no reactors aren't aware of us.. Those three, I have no idea who they are, but they definitely aren't with the government. And I doubt they know of our existence.. It may be time to take a bit more of action." Her words came out slow, as if she were weighing their options in her head.
As she spoke the last sentence, most of the other people in the room cheered, eager to finally be taking a stand once more. Ai could understand their excitement, most of them probably thought they were currently running in fear.. but they weren't. There was a difference between being wise, and stupid. Sighing, she glanced up at the only window in the warehouse, that was usually covered. Their numbers were down again, they had no choice.
Mass Skill : Her skill would be foresight, but since things always happen to those around her, it nulls out the skill. So, she is not able to tell when danger is coming, though she does seem to be able to sense other strange things. (Such as what the weather will be, or the next thing a person will say and so she's often found saying things at the same time as other people.)
Custom Skill : As stated before, bad things seem to happen to those around her. She has really no control over this skill, but if one stays around long enough, it could eventually lead to their death. Some examples could be as small as them dropping something, or as large as getting hit by a car. She doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what death is though.. so even if one around her died, she would ask them to wake up.
Corrupt, Or Something Else?
