Post by mommochi on Mar 28, 2011 18:46:04 GMT -5
Name: Mommochi Van (Mo-mo-chi)
Age: 127
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Occupation: Secret Warrior; Assassin
Allegiance: She works for no one but herself.
Physical Description:
Mommochi is a young Elf with blond hair that shines like gold in the sunlight and bright green eyes that practicly glow in the dark like a cat's. She wears a long sleeved shirt that is black with a violet coth belt around the waist of the shirt, the sleves belled and hiding two daggers and a small 12 inch bow she keeps strapped around her lower arms. Her black jeans are also belled at the bottoms, covering her black leather hand made boots. Her voice is soft and quiet, like a soft feather floating down through the air. She has the frame of an athletic runner, weighing 117 lbs and at the height of 5"4'. Mommochi always carries a black axe qith diamand edges strapped to her back with thick brown leather, with fifty small poisoned throwing knives and darts kept at her belt under the hem of her shirt with a blow gun hand carved out of polished oak. She also keeps a leather bag of twenty arrows tied to her right leg that can be easily opened without spilling any of the precios weapons.
Personality:
Mommochi is a qiet young lady who barely ever speaks. She keeps her temper cool and reacts calm in serious situations. Mommochi can move in and out of a room with out being noticed, moving like a silent ghost through areas. If you want to be around someone talkative and less alert, ready for attack, than this is not the girl you want to be around. Mommochi is a girl of nature, she enjoys life even though her job is to bring it down. You would be surprised at the level of maturity she has, yet the lack of a social life, and the fact that she's afraid of spiders. She loves to seclde herself, always wanting to be by herself. Her actions and movements are quick and precise, and her movements are similer to a cat's. Many often see her as being like a Lynx in Elf form. Her wants are not many, just to get food to fill her belly, and to go through her work without being killed herself. As for her viewpoints on the situation, she just wants something to happen to make the land peaceful once more, no matter what the cause. Mommochi is confused about her feelings for others, not wanting to be with them yet wanting to befriend someone, but she is sure about one thing. As long as the politics leave her alone to her secluded happy place, she's well enough happy and good. But she knows that won't happen at all, seeing that she is an assassin.
History:
Mommohi has been orphaned at an early age, and her care taker had recently just died as well. She is still trying to find out what had happened to her parents, and why the bodies were never brought back. She had spet long hours of her free time honing in her skills with her weapons. She would have trained with magic, but Mommochi was never born with any magic skills. This deeply concerned her elders. Through her training, she was able to become an Assassin, was able to lok her mind from those who wnted to peek in, and even though she wasn't the best of the land it was hard to get into her thoughts through the barrier.
Her life was filled with training up until a certain point, until he saw herself fit to go about and start changing things she seen were wrong. She has killed so many that she has lost count of them, and the thought of death no longer makes her fearful. Many Elves who think life is precious despises her for killing, but she doesn't care. Other than this, she has not other history that would be important.
Roleplaying Sample:
She crawled through the branches of the trees, target in sight. Unstraping the bow from her arm under her sleeve, she took an arrow from the pouch on her leg and nocked it, aiming. The target spun and spotted her among the trees. He muttured something under his breath, and Mommochi had a bad feeling it was magic. She jumped into another tree, thankful that her small frame didn't break the branches. Seconds later, the branches she had been occupying went up in flames as a ball of fire struck the spot. She kept hopping until she thought she was safe and out of the enemie's view. If she wasn't careful, he would kill her with the only thing she didn't know how to remotely use.
Age: 127
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Occupation: Secret Warrior; Assassin
Allegiance: She works for no one but herself.
Physical Description:
Mommochi is a young Elf with blond hair that shines like gold in the sunlight and bright green eyes that practicly glow in the dark like a cat's. She wears a long sleeved shirt that is black with a violet coth belt around the waist of the shirt, the sleves belled and hiding two daggers and a small 12 inch bow she keeps strapped around her lower arms. Her black jeans are also belled at the bottoms, covering her black leather hand made boots. Her voice is soft and quiet, like a soft feather floating down through the air. She has the frame of an athletic runner, weighing 117 lbs and at the height of 5"4'. Mommochi always carries a black axe qith diamand edges strapped to her back with thick brown leather, with fifty small poisoned throwing knives and darts kept at her belt under the hem of her shirt with a blow gun hand carved out of polished oak. She also keeps a leather bag of twenty arrows tied to her right leg that can be easily opened without spilling any of the precios weapons.
Personality:
Mommochi is a qiet young lady who barely ever speaks. She keeps her temper cool and reacts calm in serious situations. Mommochi can move in and out of a room with out being noticed, moving like a silent ghost through areas. If you want to be around someone talkative and less alert, ready for attack, than this is not the girl you want to be around. Mommochi is a girl of nature, she enjoys life even though her job is to bring it down. You would be surprised at the level of maturity she has, yet the lack of a social life, and the fact that she's afraid of spiders. She loves to seclde herself, always wanting to be by herself. Her actions and movements are quick and precise, and her movements are similer to a cat's. Many often see her as being like a Lynx in Elf form. Her wants are not many, just to get food to fill her belly, and to go through her work without being killed herself. As for her viewpoints on the situation, she just wants something to happen to make the land peaceful once more, no matter what the cause. Mommochi is confused about her feelings for others, not wanting to be with them yet wanting to befriend someone, but she is sure about one thing. As long as the politics leave her alone to her secluded happy place, she's well enough happy and good. But she knows that won't happen at all, seeing that she is an assassin.
History:
Mommohi has been orphaned at an early age, and her care taker had recently just died as well. She is still trying to find out what had happened to her parents, and why the bodies were never brought back. She had spet long hours of her free time honing in her skills with her weapons. She would have trained with magic, but Mommochi was never born with any magic skills. This deeply concerned her elders. Through her training, she was able to become an Assassin, was able to lok her mind from those who wnted to peek in, and even though she wasn't the best of the land it was hard to get into her thoughts through the barrier.
Her life was filled with training up until a certain point, until he saw herself fit to go about and start changing things she seen were wrong. She has killed so many that she has lost count of them, and the thought of death no longer makes her fearful. Many Elves who think life is precious despises her for killing, but she doesn't care. Other than this, she has not other history that would be important.
Roleplaying Sample:
She crawled through the branches of the trees, target in sight. Unstraping the bow from her arm under her sleeve, she took an arrow from the pouch on her leg and nocked it, aiming. The target spun and spotted her among the trees. He muttured something under his breath, and Mommochi had a bad feeling it was magic. She jumped into another tree, thankful that her small frame didn't break the branches. Seconds later, the branches she had been occupying went up in flames as a ball of fire struck the spot. She kept hopping until she thought she was safe and out of the enemie's view. If she wasn't careful, he would kill her with the only thing she didn't know how to remotely use.
