Post by MOMIJI KAMI BLACKFIR on Oct 28, 2010 1:02:38 GMT
MOMIJI KAMI BLACKFIR!
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FULL NAME; Momiji Kami Blackfir
NICKNAMES; Momo
AGE; Seventeen
GENDER; Male
JOB; N/A
SEXUALITY; Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP; Shifter, turns into a massive white wolf.
POSITION; Member
POWERS; N/A
FACE CLAIM; Arimura Ryutaro
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LIKES; Playing Dressup, video games, weirdness, being told the truth, good grades, smart people, books, most music, Cowboys, hot girls, masquerade balls.
DISLIKES; Screaming, hate without cause, being lied to, prejudice, temperamental people, storms, animal abuse, yellow, normal people.
POSITIVE TRAITS; Level-headed, Friendly, Trusting, Loyal, extremely calm, very sweet and innocent.
NEGATIVE TRAITS; Naive, childish, easily confused, Overly curious, stubborn
GOALS; Graduate college, die old and happy.
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HOMETOWN; Okalahoma City, Okalahoma
PARENTS;
Jeremy Leonardo Yoshiko(Biodad) 41-location unknown-
Vanity Nami Yoshiko(Biomom) 38-location unknown-
Theresa Angie Blackfir(adopted mom)21
Paco Sabado Blackfir(adopted dad)23
SIBLINGS;
Mayu Nami Yoshiko(Biosis)16-location unknown-
Jacob Setter Blackfir(Adopted bro)18
Zoe Spine Blackfir(adopted sis) 14
Yuri Heart Blackfir(adopted sis) 4
OTHER FAMILY; N/A
HISTORY;
Momiji was born in a small hospital inside the states, but his family was here on vacation only which is what started the problems. Or maybe it was the fact he was born with pure white dog ears and a tiny tail wrapped around his body. No one had wanted such a defected child, even if they were shifters themselves. Such an exposed person would get them into so much trouble with the normal humans.
He was put into a small basket and left on the steps of a house bared of light with a small note saying ‘Momiji’ is tiny handwriting. His parents must have been hoping someone would find the wolfish child before sundown. But they were wrong, because it wasn’t until the moon was high in the night sky that someone found him. She was a gorgeous person, skin a pearly white and hair as black as the night sky behind him. “Now, now. What do we have here?” She cooed at the small bundle. “Come home with me little one, or someone might think you’re a snack.”
Momiji grew up in an all vampire family, Jacob being the only one recently turned the whole time. His family dressed in all black and looked like your typical emo or goth people. Though they weren’t related by blood, everyone was a family to each other. However, not all was good for the young shifter. As he grew, the ears and tail he’d been born with stayed a part of him. On the first day of kindergarten the normal children would yell at him or throw playdoh at his head. Adults might think children are tolerant, but in his school that would be a lie.
School continued to be horrible for him throughout his years, nothing ever seemed to change even though they moved around the world quite often enough. Finally a year ago the situation had gotten so bad that many of the upper classman had thrown bottles at him on his way to school. If it hadn’t been for Vanity and Jacob’s intervention they might have gone further. Later that night the family decided Momo would be better off going to the school for people like him so that normal people wouldn’t be able to continue the abuse.
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ALIAS; Cookie
GENDER; Female
TIME ZONE; Central
CONTACT; thehighest_resistance@ymail.com
EXPERIENCE; 2 years
RPING SAMPLE;Momiji smiled to himself, wording stretching across the page he’d been reading for the last hour. Class had been a fail today, like he had any idea what “Draw what you feel” meant to the teacher. A pale white ear flicked out from under the black hoodie covering his head. He pushed the book into his hot pink bag and headed down towards the library, still smiling at everyone he passed. Most of the way he was just thinking of his past week here. A few people had stared at the equally white tail that stuck out of his rear, but Momo was quite used to this and hadn’t noticed. But some of them had been rather rude and yanked hard on his sensitive ears while he’d been playing alone in the woods.
Momo rounded the corner, stumbling over a pile of rocks and landing without grace onto his face. A few snickers came from behind the window, but he ignored them and dusted off his slightly warn out jeans. It wasn’t that he was poor, but he loved the looked of vintage or slightly worn clothing; just like he loved the look of emo to match his family without flaw. “Now, who woulda put sumthin’ like that there?” he frowned, taking time to move the rocks with his tail between his legs. People were cruel sometimes. Momo smiled to himself and walked on, heading towards Mr. Mullins room with a slight hop in his step. “Mr. Mullins, sir, are yah busy?” he knocked softly on the wood and peaked into the room with his bright brown eyes, ears perked up to hear any movement in the classroom. “I need some help in class if yah are free?” He tried again, this time stepping straight into the photoshop room. A whirling noise caught his attention towards the left. His ears twitched towards the sound. “Mr. Mullins, yah in the dark room, yeah?” Momo stood calmly outside the doorway, careful not to open the door and expose whatever he was doing.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.