Application; luceti
Mun
Name: KP
Livejournal Username: kitsune-prophet
E-mail: kitsuneprophet@gmail.com
AIM: derFuchsprophet
Current Characters at Luceti: Alkaid (icolo_alkaid)
Character
Name: Moro
Fandom: Princess Mononoke
Gender: Female
Age: ?
Time Period: The Muromachi Period
Wing Color: Pale, yellowish white/grey. Matches her fur.
History: Wiki page for the movie
Personality: A mysterious, proud and intelligent wolf. She shows unbelievable wisdom, which comes from her age. But underlying her wisdom and experience is a deep, everlasting hatred for humans. As a warrior, her hatred is channeled by only one action - killing. And Moro holds grudges and resentment until she is finally able to kill the source of her rage. This hate and anger is a trait of the gods of her world, but Moro has a unique handle of it - unlike the boar gods, which are prone to going insane with their fury and turning into demons, Moro is able to set aside her hatred in order to carry out the tasks she knows to be the right things. For example, she had been patiently waiting for Eboshi to appear before her so she could use the last of her strength to kill her, but she instead used her final moments to rescue her daughter from a frenzying demon Okkoto. Though she can be hateful, she's also a very gentle and regal god when her hatred is absent. She shows love for her pups, even her adopted human daughter, San. And she shows endless love and respect for the Forest Spirit, and always supports his decisions regardless of what they are and never once questions his intent.
Strengths: Physically powerful - very thick and strong muscle mass. She has a massive tolerance for pain, proven in the movie, when she is both shot and set on fire before she stops charging towards Eboshi. As stated in her personality, she is very stubborn and extremely set in her ways, and is not swayed easily by opposing opinions of any nature. Even when backed into a corner she maintains the grace and diligence to fight for her stance. She has a sense of duty and priorities, and is able to sacrifice her own desires for what she knows is the right thing to do. Unlike most gods, Moro has the capability to restrain her hatred and prevent it from taking over her, giving her a colder demeanor.
Weaknesses: With a bullet in her chest keeping her sick and weak, she is not always at full strength. She is endlessly aggressive, following a grudge to her last breath, and at almost all times she absolutely cannot forgive. She can be cold and unfeeling when she is not burning with anger and hatred, and her territoriality is brutal. Her beliefs are so solid to her that she is very inflexible in regards to them and would chose death in defense of them rather than surrender.
Samples
First Person: [[voice post]]
........Where...?
...Is this what becomes of a deceased god...? What a foul stench... humans everywhere... and the scent of the forest spirit is gone...
...I must have gone to hell.
Oh, I ache so greatly to crunch Eboshi's head in my jaws, but this weak body of mine... is in a completely different world.
San... did she survive...?
[There is some sounds of growling and shuffling as Moro attempts to stand, then a thud as she collapses again.]
I haven't the strength to stand... I still feel alive...
Where on earth am I...?
Third Person: The first thing she registered was the smell. It was an awful smell - the thick and nauseating smell of rotting blood. Okkoto's blood - the blood that festered and came alive in Okkoto's hateful fury... the blood of a demon. Moro was coated in it, and the hateful taste lingered nastily on her tongue... and Moro recalled; she had sunk her jaws into that disgusting, flailing mess to retrieve her daughter, before the Forest Spirit granted her death. Moro shifted, and the pain assaulted her senses, making her scrunch her face in a silent, pained snarl. She forced herself at least on her forepaws, slowly opening her eyes and observing her surroundings, attempting to ignore the burning ache in her body, which nearly overshadowed that strange sensation of extra appendages on her back. Which she did not bother to question - she was hardly capable of thinking straight. Focusing on balancing her weight on her front paws was trying enough.
She remained that way for quite some time, knowing better than to let herself fall again, lest she never get back up. Slowly, she began to actually see her surroundings, taking in the strange, foreign plant life and the smells of odd animals. She narrowed her eyes. The scents were entirely new - the plants themselves carried a scent she only knew was wrong. She knew in her heart, in the very core of her instinct, that something was awry, but she could not imagine what.
Shakily, she stood up on all fours, padding towards the forest and starting to trail through, intending to find shelter. She stopped, spying... a village. She inhaled, smelling the putrid scent of the creatures she hated, and she began to growl, though the rumbling of her chest shot painful signals to her brain to immediately stop the action. As a result, she silently grimaced, passing by the village silently and moving on to seek shelter elsewhere.
Name: KP
Livejournal Username: kitsune-prophet
E-mail: kitsuneprophet@gmail.com
AIM: derFuchsprophet
Current Characters at Luceti: Alkaid (icolo_alkaid)
Character
Name: Moro
Fandom: Princess Mononoke
Gender: Female
Age: ?
Time Period: The Muromachi Period
Wing Color: Pale, yellowish white/grey. Matches her fur.
History: Wiki page for the movie
Personality: A mysterious, proud and intelligent wolf. She shows unbelievable wisdom, which comes from her age. But underlying her wisdom and experience is a deep, everlasting hatred for humans. As a warrior, her hatred is channeled by only one action - killing. And Moro holds grudges and resentment until she is finally able to kill the source of her rage. This hate and anger is a trait of the gods of her world, but Moro has a unique handle of it - unlike the boar gods, which are prone to going insane with their fury and turning into demons, Moro is able to set aside her hatred in order to carry out the tasks she knows to be the right things. For example, she had been patiently waiting for Eboshi to appear before her so she could use the last of her strength to kill her, but she instead used her final moments to rescue her daughter from a frenzying demon Okkoto. Though she can be hateful, she's also a very gentle and regal god when her hatred is absent. She shows love for her pups, even her adopted human daughter, San. And she shows endless love and respect for the Forest Spirit, and always supports his decisions regardless of what they are and never once questions his intent.
Strengths: Physically powerful - very thick and strong muscle mass. She has a massive tolerance for pain, proven in the movie, when she is both shot and set on fire before she stops charging towards Eboshi. As stated in her personality, she is very stubborn and extremely set in her ways, and is not swayed easily by opposing opinions of any nature. Even when backed into a corner she maintains the grace and diligence to fight for her stance. She has a sense of duty and priorities, and is able to sacrifice her own desires for what she knows is the right thing to do. Unlike most gods, Moro has the capability to restrain her hatred and prevent it from taking over her, giving her a colder demeanor.
Weaknesses: With a bullet in her chest keeping her sick and weak, she is not always at full strength. She is endlessly aggressive, following a grudge to her last breath, and at almost all times she absolutely cannot forgive. She can be cold and unfeeling when she is not burning with anger and hatred, and her territoriality is brutal. Her beliefs are so solid to her that she is very inflexible in regards to them and would chose death in defense of them rather than surrender.
Samples
First Person: [[voice post]]
........Where...?
...Is this what becomes of a deceased god...? What a foul stench... humans everywhere... and the scent of the forest spirit is gone...
...I must have gone to hell.
Oh, I ache so greatly to crunch Eboshi's head in my jaws, but this weak body of mine... is in a completely different world.
San... did she survive...?
[There is some sounds of growling and shuffling as Moro attempts to stand, then a thud as she collapses again.]
I haven't the strength to stand... I still feel alive...
Where on earth am I...?
Third Person: The first thing she registered was the smell. It was an awful smell - the thick and nauseating smell of rotting blood. Okkoto's blood - the blood that festered and came alive in Okkoto's hateful fury... the blood of a demon. Moro was coated in it, and the hateful taste lingered nastily on her tongue... and Moro recalled; she had sunk her jaws into that disgusting, flailing mess to retrieve her daughter, before the Forest Spirit granted her death. Moro shifted, and the pain assaulted her senses, making her scrunch her face in a silent, pained snarl. She forced herself at least on her forepaws, slowly opening her eyes and observing her surroundings, attempting to ignore the burning ache in her body, which nearly overshadowed that strange sensation of extra appendages on her back. Which she did not bother to question - she was hardly capable of thinking straight. Focusing on balancing her weight on her front paws was trying enough.
She remained that way for quite some time, knowing better than to let herself fall again, lest she never get back up. Slowly, she began to actually see her surroundings, taking in the strange, foreign plant life and the smells of odd animals. She narrowed her eyes. The scents were entirely new - the plants themselves carried a scent she only knew was wrong. She knew in her heart, in the very core of her instinct, that something was awry, but she could not imagine what.
Shakily, she stood up on all fours, padding towards the forest and starting to trail through, intending to find shelter. She stopped, spying... a village. She inhaled, smelling the putrid scent of the creatures she hated, and she began to growl, though the rumbling of her chest shot painful signals to her brain to immediately stop the action. As a result, she silently grimaced, passing by the village silently and moving on to seek shelter elsewhere.