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THE DARK MUSICIAN
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Name: Momo
Age: 18
Alias: Big Hat Momo
Allies: None
Alignment: Cursed
Height: 5’7
Weight: 120ibs
Sex: Female
[/TD]Age: 18
Alias: Big Hat Momo
Allies: None
Alignment: Cursed
Height: 5’7
Weight: 120ibs
Sex: Female
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Personality
Description
Backstory
[/TD]Momo has black hair which is in a bob cut style. Her skin complexion is fair and her lips are painted with red lipstick. Resting on her left cheek is a small black mole. Momo’s irises are multicolored. Complete heterochromia with one being a greenish silver and the other a bluish gray. Momo wears a big red sorcerer’s hat that has face on it which resembles something like a skull. This big red hat is perhaps Momo’s most prominent and recognizable feature as she is never seen without it and is more formally know/ referred to as “Big Hat Momo”. Upon her neck, a black leather choker lays wrapped tightly above a black short-sleeved top with an open collar with a bra-like design. Over this, she wears her iconic red jacket which bears prominent female symbols on the folds. Black fingerless gloves wrapped the hands of this chaos musician which is always carrying a Surf Green-colored Duesenberg Starplayer II guitar named Bastion. Momo wears short-shorts that are open on one side, along with two long flowing coattails that are attached to a large belt. The belt bears a golden cross as well as a silver nine.
Description
Momo has been described as many things in her time. Eccentric, flamboyant, electric are but a few of her obvious personality traits as depicted in both her bright red attire and her signature big red hat. Momo is also very flirtatious and purposely goes out of her way to snatch others from their obvious comfort zones and into her realm of unknown and mischief. Momo is also very self centered and craves the attention of others. Narcissism is a by product of her addiction to attention hogging as she acts and believes herself to be the center of everyone else’s universe. Full of bravado, this youth has no issue speaking her mind, telling her tales of valor and of her greatness. Perhaps all of her boasting is merely an over compensation for heavy insecurities. Whichever the case, Momo’s personality has proven useful when leading others into difficult situations as her natural talent for charisma and way with words inspires others greatly and makes her cockiness contagious.
Backstory
Concerned more with her music than her training, Momo graduated the shinobi academy 2 years after her initial graduating class. Having to repeat the school’s courses multiple years in a row served her well in ways known to Fate and Fate alone as several of the Genin of that year actually died on dangerous missions, any of which could have been her. Instead, Momo was held back in school where she spent the better 3rd of that time goofing off and honing her skills as a musician. Eventually Momo graduated from the academy but only with subpar grades as this additional time in school was spent doing things other than investing in shinobi training. As a Genin, Momo’s pride in her shinobi prowess deepened but only after meeting her assigned sensei, an eccentric blind shinobi that went by the name Big Hat Hatsu because he wore a gigantic hat which completely hid his face and resembled a skull’s face; he used it to block the noise and stares from those around him in order to focus his thoughts. His unorthodox appearance and eccentricities led to snickers and whispers referring to him as the Mad Hatsu. Apparently Hatsu requested Momo as a student by name though she had never met with him before that time. Perhaps it was her love of music playing that led Hatsu to her as he was apart of a long line of Hashigaki shinobi. Momo took an intimate interest in the eccentric sensei. His charisma and authenticity made him very likable but it was his appreciation of music coupled with his musical prowess as a shinobi musician that made Momo fall in love. Though others viewed Hatsu as flamboyant and strange, Momo admired him greatly and even began to model his confidence and behavior. She admired him so greatly that she received multiple infractions and citations for assaulting superiors and colleagues who referred to her sensei as the Mad Hatsu. Clinging to his every word, Momo believed him when he said that she was destined for greatness. This was a defining moment for Momo’s career as a shinobi as she began applying the same level of effort in her shinobi training as she did in being a musician. It was Hatsu who taught her to bridge the gap between the two occupations, allowing Momo to use her skills as a musician to aid allies in battle as a shinobi. On Momo’s 15th birthday, Hatsu presented her with a vibrant Surf Green-colored Duesenberg Starplayer II guitar that she would name Bastion. Hatsu bestowed his musical knowledge onto Momo in there time together. He also taught her of the many musical applications outside of performance and battle. He suggested that such applications were not limited to things like being an offensive tool but preached of its other applicable uses such as it’s ability to heal, to inspire, to communicate. Hatsu’s then showed her his musical talent which allowed him to summon spirits from a place he called the far plain, a place beyond this world. They’d come to hear him play and would dance to his music. He’d call them Ghost Dancers and would teach Momo about these spectral beings and what he believed to be a great beyond where all living things come from and return to after they die. He’d teach that it was music that could be heard from either side and that music could both lure and guide beings across the spectral ocean that divided us. He’d caution her however. Just like in the world of the living, not all beings on the other side are pleasant. He’d teach her the importance of keeping a pure heart because her music was an expression of her heart and a beacon for pure souls to follow. Momo and Hatsu continued to spend many hours together in seclusion and obscurity. Whether it was simply to play songs, on missions, training or just to enjoy each other’s company, they both spent what time they had together. He even taught Momo brail. But in all that time spent together, she never once was able to call upon the spirits to dance like Hatsu. This inspired feelings of inadequacy in Momo but Hatsu was always there to comfort her. Momo’s feelings for Hatsu deepened however it became more and more noticeable that Hatsu’s mind was slipping away. He’d go days without eating and openly start conversations with himself. When questioned about it, he would point to his hat as if it were talking with him. He’d started telling the most outlandish stories of things he’d seen though he was blind and on some nights Momo would find him gripped with a true fear of the darkness though he has never seen light. Advances from Momo went unnoticed as well. Her heart ached and yearned for him but he was barely present in this reality. It was like expressing her feelings to him with touch or words could not reach him anymore. So she sought out a way she knew could. Music was an expression of the heart and a beacon for like spirits. She knew she could reach him. And so, Momo started writing her song “True Emotions…” It would seem as if Fate had other plans however. During this time, Hatsu took on an A rank mission where his condition worsened. Unfortunately, Hatsu’s infatuation with music and the otherworldly eventually drives him insane. After attacking his comrades, Hatsu is killed and branded as a traitor. Having no next of kin, his affects are inherited by Momo as she is the closest thing Hatsu had as a family. Hatsu was gone and Momo was left alone to pick up the pieces. As she stood over his grave she’d place his big hat over his tomb stone etched with his name and birth year/ death date. Unable to except this new reality, Momo began to play the song meant for him to hear though she knew it would never reach him. It was called “True Emotion.” It was the song she had been working on so tirelessly. In doing so, she missed her opportunity to say good bye, to hold his hand, to tell him her true emotions. Momo began to play her guitar. With a gentle stroke, it played a soft melody. Then, her fingers curled to make a pinch gesture. Each pull of the strings were gentle at first, unsure at times, shy. Her music was telling a story as well as the way she held the guitar and how she stroke it’s strings. She was telling her story, her emotions from beginning to end. At first, they met. Momo was shy, unsure of herself but Hatsu was kind, warming and patient. And then her strokes were sure, compassionate even… longing. She began to tell the story of his nurturing, how he influenced her so positively, how he inspired her and how she fell in love with him. She began to play so compassionatly, notes picked up and slowed and raced like her heart when she was around him. How she knew each day was perfect because he was there. Because he filled her world with laughter, joy, music. Everything she was and ever could be was thanks to Hatsu. For once in her life music wasn’t everything, music was what surrounded them and kept them warm with it’s embrace. Everything, was what they had. Each day was a blessing. Each day was a treasure she’d hold on to dearly. That was “True Emotions.” She wanted him to hear it, to feel it as she does. Her fingers continued the symphony of music but then tears began to trail down her cheeks. Sobbing would follow as she fought back an ocean of emotions to great to bare. She could not continue the song at the rate in which she had to wipe away tears. Suddenly, her emotions became over encumbering and would flood through her. Sadness and sorrow bloomed into anger. Anger toward an unjust world and an unjust reality. With anger in her heart, rage began to fester in her soul. Momo clenched her Bastion and stroked a chord in fury. She played a ghastly tune on her Bastion. A tune directly from her bitter heart. Her fingers strung chords at an incomprehensible speed! Each pull of its strings were filled with pain and with malice. She would not stop playing, not for tears, not for any reason. Her pain would not stop, her malice would grow and both would fuel the dissonance version of her once elegant “True Emotions”. And for the first time, the spirits listened. From the great beyond a howling could be heard. Their screams resonated with that of the malfeasance of lyrical notes. The horrid sounds of the twisted masterpiece combined poetically with screeching of a hundred-thousand years. Spectral creatures faded in and out in a swirling typhoon with Momo at its epicenter. They swarmed around her, drawing closer like mouths to a flame, howling their own pain and their own hurt. These spirits were not like the ones conjured by Hatsu. They were vicious and ravenous, they were angry with discord, and they danced to the sound of misery. They were like her heart, they were broken little things. Momo continued to play and the graves around her started to unearth as some of the spirits sought form, diving into the surrounding graves. Momo would scream in rage just before ripping a string from her guitar and falling to her knees in exhaustion. The spirits dissipated and the unearthing stopped short of revealing what dark beings were beginning to emerge. Her eyes fell on the big skull hat still resting on Hatsu’s tombstone. The skull like face starring back at her. For some reason it looked as if it were smiling proudly. Hesitantly, Momo reached for the big hat. With trembling fingers, Momo grabbed the hat and placed it over her head. Some how it fit perfectly, almost as if it had shrunk to fit her head. Wearing the big skull hat somehow brought her some semblance of comfort like Hatsu used to. With a sniffle, Momo’s eyes fell on her Bastion’s broken string. Her guitar was damaged but repair able. Her fingers were throbbing with pain. Never before had she played so aggressive before and never has she been able to commune with the spirits in such a way. Looking back to Hatsu’s tombstone she decided that she still would not except this new reality where Hatsu was gone. Hatsu needed to hear her new song, feel her emotions burdening her in a thousand musical notes. So she would harness her skills, do whatever it took regardless of the road… and suddenly she heard a voice from up above her head say, “Hmm… not bad. Perhaps we can be friends.”
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