Human - Moe - LLS

[Wicked]

Name: Ukiyo Moe (Surname, first name)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality:

Moe is an artist. The thing is, she's a GOOD artist, so she's not exactly normal.

She doesn't usually listen to people attentively, and will usually be caught spacing out, looking at something that she finds more interesting than whoever is speaking to her. She will also (on sporadic occasions) tell those she is talking to to hold still while she gets a good look at them. Later, they become subjects for paintings or drawings.

She's one of those eccentric people you see dancing down the hallways, singing in the streets, and really just breezing through life with an upbeat attitude. While she usually seems like the girl who's too insane to approach, she can also have her moments of seriousness. When it gets down to it, she's a loyal friend.

Then there's the times she's aggressive. Give the girl a baseball bat and she'll probably whack a ball halfway across the year. She doesn't take bull from people.

Some people say she has a one track mind, that track revolving entirely around her art. And they are right. Well, in a sense they are. She integrates many metaphors into her prose that all revolve around art. Everything is a work of art to her, be it literature, sculpture, or music. She's always ready to whip out the art comparisons, no matter what subject it is.

Appearance:

(Picture is temporary until I get mah scanner back.)

Green eyes, dark brown hair, Moe doesn't necassarily stand out in a crowd, but she's too hard to forget. She's pretty tall, standing at about five nine, towering over many of the other girls she knows. She takes great pride in her hight, often gloating in ways that make others want to back away slowly.

Her hair is a deep, chocolate brown and is short, falling down to her chin and wrapping around her head from there in a bob. She keeps her hair like this so it doesn't get in the way while she paints. However, this does not stop her from getting paint all over her hair.

Almost every peice of clothing she owns has been drawn on or has paint staining the fabric. For example, she owns a kimono that she had each and every one of her closest friends sign in different colors. She has a jacket with every kanji she thinks is pretty on it. Hell, the only peice of clothing that hasn't been tampered with in some way shape or form is her school uniform.

She always carries around something along the lines of a pencil, a sketchpad, or a camera. Her camera is a mostly automatic old black one, the kinds that use film. She'll literally snap a picture of an unsuspecting bystander if she sees something she considers photoworthy.

Origin of Power:

Moe has been able to see ghosts ever since she could remember, likely from inheriting her mother's reiatsu. Her powers came along later, and when she first obtained them she was constantly getting herself into trouble in the sense that she would trip through doors as opposed to smacking into them. By some series of events that are impossible to explain, her powers managed to go unnoticed while she was learning to control them.

Special Abilities:

Artist: Well, she's an artist. She notices the most minute details that would normally go overlooked when looking at something.

Photographic memory: Moe can remember just about anything she's experienced without a hitch. Obviously, this helps her with her art, but she never forgets a single detail of something she's seen. Be it faces, clothing, the splattered remains of an ant on the ground, she'll remember it, although it may not be the first thing to surface.

Powers First Stage:

Moe can cause herself to pass through inanimate objects such as walls. While she can pass through objects, she cannot pass through objects with reiatsu. In other words, she's not gonna pass through people/zanpakuto, etc... She can also stay within said inanimate object for a small amount of time. (Four posts) However, if she stays for too long, it ends with her stumbling out in a comical fashion, breaking her cover.

It should be noted that Moe occasionally trips through objects without wanting to.

Powers Second Stage:

(someday I'll be more imaginative and make up second stage powers, but not today.)

Skill Level: Special Items: Advanced
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Beginner
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:

Moe was born surrounded by art. Her parents weren't exactly normal, and when her mother checked into the hostpital, she brought her oil paintings with her, despite the nurses' protests. The first thing Moe saw was a painting of an orange. The second thing she saw was her mother's face. Despite the fact that personality is said to develop by enviroment, Moe is a screaming example of that not (always) being the case. She honestly loved her parents, she loved the art, but she thought they were insane. The thing is, she was right. She'd lived in practically every small, desolate, empty town in Japan before they lived in Karakura. Everywhere they went there were quite a few incidents in which someone was angered by her parents'... Off personalities.

When she lived in Karakura, she was constantly scolded for drawing in class. Drawing was an obsession for her. She would draw the teacher during speech, and the fact was, she had a gifted mind and a gifted creative ability. But she didn't have the grades to show it. Her grades were mediocre, her attentiveness in school was lacking, and her circle of friends was... Small. It was just her, her pencil, and her sketch pad. She had quite a habit of being antisocial for a while, spending all of her time drawing instead of speaking to others.

When she was eight, she was given an old film camera that she ended up carrying everywhere with her. Her parents were somewhat lacking on the discipline end, and they were just fine with her poor social skills, and her tendancy to tell people to stop moving so she could snap their picture. No one knows WHY she does this. Well, Moe always said that if they keep moving the picture will blur.

When she got to middle school, she slowly began to branch out, speaking to people occasionally, and slowing down on the pictures (she wasn't allowed to bring her camera into the school). She was very fidgety during those years, partly because of her lack of ability to draw during her classes and partly because of her lack of a camera. Without that, she was shakier than a hypothermic woman. It didn't exactly help that when she turned thirteen she began to trip through the wall and stumble into classrooms.

By the time she hit fifteen, her fidgeting had stopped and she was able to cope without her pencils. For about ten minutes at a time. She was still obsessed with her art, and no one could convince her to do anything else with her life. She was beginning to take some control over her powers, although she could still slip up and trip through the wall.

RP Sample:

"AH! I'm gonna be late again!" Moe yelled in shock as she looked at her alarm clock. Paint was smeared over her hands and her face, some clung to her hair, highlighting the dark locks with a scarlet hue. She had fallen asleep working on another painting, and not only had she ruined the painting, but she had thirty minutes to get from her house to the other side of town.

She hurried to get dressed, not bothering to clean the dried pain out of her hair as she scurried from one end of her room to another at a breakneck pace; all the while she was stumbling comically. She practically threw her uniform on before she rushed to run out her door, remembering she had left her books under her desk. She frantically raced to her room, but she managed to slip over a sock she had carelessly thrown on the floor the night before, and instead of crashing into the wall, she slipped through it, her legs on one side while her head and arms were on the other. She carefully concentrated to keep herself from falling through the floor as well, and then she slowly pulled herself from the wall and into her room. Eh, good thing I'm in my own home...

With that, she grabbed her backpack and scurried out of the house, sprinting to catch the bus.

[Rebel Raven]

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