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| Yes | Jan 15 2018, 12:11 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Wolfganja Amadea Mozarta Gender: Female Age: 18 (262 by birth, not accounting for timetravel) Class: 3-3 Clubs/Occupation: Music Club Personality: Timid and meek, yet bold and socially forward, Mozarta is many things at once. Her personality is best described as a multitude of traits that arise and fall according to social context as well as other external factors. Even with this mercurial superposition of personality traits, once she warms up to you, Mozarta is a dependable, loyal friend (until she isn't). She has a complex push-pull relationship with music; it is her one passion that truly is steadfast in the shifting sands of her outward affect, and she earnestly studies, practices, and composes, but at the same time, it occasionally conjures up unwanted images from the metaphoric yearbook of her past. History: Mozarta's public perception is well-documented, though technically, it's not comprehensive. What the Wikipedia page fails to mention is that sometime in 1761, at the tender age of 6, Mozarta composed a piece of music so revolutionary that it had significant impact on the world at-large, causing a spatial-temporal rift that fragmented Mozarta's reality and killing twelve people. Later, the exohistory and cryptomusicology communities of the multiverse would nigh-unanimously hail the innovation as groundbreaking and deem the twelve casualties a necessary sacrifice for the next stage in the evolution of ultrahumanity. Mozarta would still retain her passion and genius for music, as in most timelines, but the Mozarta most relevant to the Rebirth world-line actually shifted from another reality. Our Mozarta, a single facet borne of the kaleidoscope of Mozartas in the Mozartaverse, hopped forward in time many years to the present and lived as the loving adopted daughter of the president of Fujita Electronics, Gregorton Fujita, and his wife, Tohsaka Rin. They loved her and pampered her, and Mozarta grew kind in kind. That is, until they died in a tragic forklift accident at the family T-shirt factory secretly orchestrated by none other than her insidious Uncle Bach. This threw Mozarta for a loop and she had to move from her native Hokkaido to the sleepy town of Nagashima. Or was it sleepy? Appearance: Mozarta looks pretty cute, with cute eyes and a cute face, and cute hair to boot. Her fashion sense ranges from bad to good and she wears a variety of clothing depending on how it goes that day. She has a button pin that she owns, but she potentially doesn't wear it. Current Weapon/Combat Skill: Depending on the time and multiverse she's on, she could have a lot or very little combat experience. At time of writing, she has pretty much none. Mask: A novelty portrait of Wolfgang Amadaeus Mozart inset in a picture frame large enough to cover her face. A rubber band secures it to her face from the middle of the portrait. There are no eye holes in the mask. Persona: ~Name: Moltres, Zapdos, Articuno ~Arcana: III: The Trinity that Sings Her name ~Drain: Fire, Electric, Ice ~Weak: ~Null: ~Reflect: ~Resist: ~Skills: Agi, Zio, Ice Beam Have you read all the stickies? |
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| Supnitle | Jan 15 2018, 12:17 AM Post #2 |
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Monika Apologist
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Approved. |
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| FirebreathFishslap | Jan 15 2018, 12:17 AM Post #3 |
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I'm the best! I'm the king of me! I'm gonna eat chips out of the garbage!
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| Reach | Jan 15 2018, 12:22 AM Post #4 |
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[uncomfortable whimpering]
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this is my fault. |
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| Nonsequitur | Jan 15 2018, 12:37 AM Post #5 |
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Yellow Bubblegum
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Enraged inquiry: what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? Proudly: I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Elcor Naval Division, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Cerberus, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. Intimidating declaration: I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top Elcor warrior in the entire Elcor Armed Forces. Offhandedly: you are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this cluster, mark my fucking words. Vindictively: you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Extranet? Scathing suggestion: think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Elcor agents across the galaxy and your EP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. Additional diatribe: the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. Genuine exclamation: you're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. With prideful candor: not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to every fleet of the Elcor Flotilla and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the galaxy, you little shit. Insincere concern: if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. Mildly remorseful: you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. With barely contained excitement, I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo. |
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