Dia Moteo
Title: Neo Sailor Saturn
Writer: Elven Mistress
Summary: “When the sailors faced the negaverse for the final time they were defeated. but the light may dim but it will never go out. their daughters have been born into the chaos of what has become of the earth. now they must reunite the sailors and save it. This” So, it's about a group, but the story is named after only one character?
Canon: Dubbed anime?
Rating: 3
Name: Dia Moteo
Senshi Title: Presumably Neo Sailor Saturn
Hair: Dark black, elbow length bangs
Eyes: “large, violet eyes that seemed cold and flinty, they revealed nothing.”
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Bruises, cuts, a black eye, and other assorted "my parents beat me" wounds.
Senshi Outfit: Not described
Possessions: A hand gun, knives, and daggers.
Guardians: None
Origin: The slums of New York. Her father is an abusive alcoholic and her brother, Malachite, is a gang member. She has a dead older sister named Ruby.
Connections to Canon: Her weak and timid mother might be Hotaru.
Senshi Moves: None
Other Special Abilities: She can fluently speak a mystery language that she’s never heard before.
Annoying Traits: She's a slut.
Comments: ...Well, that was interesting. It didn't get very far though.
Samples:
Dia Moteo lounged on the couch. The 15 year old had dark black hair and large, violet eyes that seemed cold and flinty, they revealed nothing. She swept a few strands of her bangs, which reached her elbows, out of her way as she continued to examine the magazine in front of her. She wore a low-slung, black, halter top that showed her midriff and was close to scandalous. Her jean, short shorts seemed to fit her perfectly and went well with the black sandals she wore.
At that moment a commotion from the room next to her attracted her attention, though she was used to it. She started from the navy blue couch to rush into the kitchen. She took a quick assessment of the situation even as instinct drove her into the frenzy.
Her brother, 17 year old Malachite, loosely held the hilt of a knife. His raven black hair fell into deep green eyes as he glared malovently at his dark haired father. One look at Mr. Moteo's anger filled face gave the impression that the feeling was returned on an equal level. ‘Their at it again!!' she thought wildly to herself as she grabbed her panic stricken mother's arm and drug her away from the arising conflict. When she had deposited her mother in the living room, on the very couch Dia herself had perched a few moments before, she rushed back to the kitchen. She stood framed in the doorway as she tried to figure out what this particular argument was about.
Growing up in the slums of New York in this time promised a rough childhood and almost ensured a difficult home life. The Moteo house was no exception. Dia's father was an abusive, alcoholic with a bad temper and a fist that seemed to be made of steel. Her mother was a timid little creature that was not able, mentally, to stand up for the well being of her children, especially against their father. Malachite had been recruited to join one of the local gangs at a young age and when he was not at odds with their father he was causing havoc on the streets. Dia herself was an outgoing and often slutty girl the only thing keeping her from finding a new profession on the corners was her brothers adamant promise to gut the first guy to lay a hand on her. Malachite always kept his promises.
[Snip]
"Just go, Malachite. I'll be fine." She muttered.
"No. I'm not just leaving you here. Not with this bastard."Malachite responded angrily. Dia drew him to the corner of the room.
"Please, Chi. I promise, I can take care of my self. So please just chill."She begged. The look in the emerald depths of his eyes was haunted, knowing, but empathic. Her use of her pet name hadn't hurt either.
"Dia, I'll go, on one condition." He said finally.
"What is it, Chi?" She urged.
"If he even so much as looks at you in the wrong way, and you know that look, I want you out of this house. I'll make sure you have my address and phone and stuff. But you have to promise. I'll tell you why after you agree." He finally said.
"I promise, Chi."Dia gave her oath. Some of the haunted look in his eyes retreated and they looked almost pure green for a moment.
"Do you remember Ruby?" He asked me, whatever comfort I had given him was gone as he recalled their older sister. Something in Dia too turned flinty as Malachite referred to their dead sister.
"Yes?" She managed to squeeze out as memories of her beautiful and favorite sister filled her mind.
"You remember when dad told her to get out of the house, do you know why he told her to?" Malachite asked, those orbs of green seemed to burn holes in her as she indicated she did not. "She left because she wouldn't do the nasties for that pig. I...I was too young to protect her, too scared to try. He forced her out onto the streets where she was killed. He knows I'll protect you so he's getting me out of the way. You have to be careful. But you cannot let on that you know or it will be worse,.be careful and never let your guard down. Not for a second, I love you sis." With those final words he gave her father a final glare and walked out of the apartment.
Later that night Dia ran her fingertips over a collection of impressive bruises on her face and arms, even her stomach felt bruised where he had kicked her. She had a long vertical slash down her right arm and a few smaller knife cuts on her cheeks. Her eye was black and swollen and her lower lip was busted and leaked blood down her chin. It was 12 o'clock.
Dia took an inventory of her various injuries and concluded that, while painful, the only serious one was the knife wound on her arm. She winced as she lifted it slightly for closer examination. 2 hours. For 2 hours he had vented his rage on her with his fists, steel-toed boots, and eventually a kitchen knife. In those two hours she hadn't made a sound, no tear escaped her heavy, made up eyes to trickle down her cheeks. ‘And none will.' She promised her self silently. ‘Nothing that man does to me will ever make me cry, I won't give him the satisfaction of my pain.' That silent oath was the only thing that kept her going over the next few months, until she finally had to leave, one stormy night, because of another oath. The oath to her brother.
Writer: Elven Mistress
Summary: “When the sailors faced the negaverse for the final time they were defeated. but the light may dim but it will never go out. their daughters have been born into the chaos of what has become of the earth. now they must reunite the sailors and save it. This” So, it's about a group, but the story is named after only one character?
Canon: Dubbed anime?
Rating: 3
Name: Dia Moteo
Senshi Title: Presumably Neo Sailor Saturn
Hair: Dark black, elbow length bangs
Eyes: “large, violet eyes that seemed cold and flinty, they revealed nothing.”
Unusual Markings/Colorations: Bruises, cuts, a black eye, and other assorted "my parents beat me" wounds.
Senshi Outfit: Not described
Possessions: A hand gun, knives, and daggers.
Guardians: None
Origin: The slums of New York. Her father is an abusive alcoholic and her brother, Malachite, is a gang member. She has a dead older sister named Ruby.
Connections to Canon: Her weak and timid mother might be Hotaru.
Senshi Moves: None
Other Special Abilities: She can fluently speak a mystery language that she’s never heard before.
Annoying Traits: She's a slut.
Comments: ...Well, that was interesting. It didn't get very far though.
Samples:
Dia Moteo lounged on the couch. The 15 year old had dark black hair and large, violet eyes that seemed cold and flinty, they revealed nothing. She swept a few strands of her bangs, which reached her elbows, out of her way as she continued to examine the magazine in front of her. She wore a low-slung, black, halter top that showed her midriff and was close to scandalous. Her jean, short shorts seemed to fit her perfectly and went well with the black sandals she wore.
At that moment a commotion from the room next to her attracted her attention, though she was used to it. She started from the navy blue couch to rush into the kitchen. She took a quick assessment of the situation even as instinct drove her into the frenzy.
Her brother, 17 year old Malachite, loosely held the hilt of a knife. His raven black hair fell into deep green eyes as he glared malovently at his dark haired father. One look at Mr. Moteo's anger filled face gave the impression that the feeling was returned on an equal level. ‘Their at it again!!' she thought wildly to herself as she grabbed her panic stricken mother's arm and drug her away from the arising conflict. When she had deposited her mother in the living room, on the very couch Dia herself had perched a few moments before, she rushed back to the kitchen. She stood framed in the doorway as she tried to figure out what this particular argument was about.
Growing up in the slums of New York in this time promised a rough childhood and almost ensured a difficult home life. The Moteo house was no exception. Dia's father was an abusive, alcoholic with a bad temper and a fist that seemed to be made of steel. Her mother was a timid little creature that was not able, mentally, to stand up for the well being of her children, especially against their father. Malachite had been recruited to join one of the local gangs at a young age and when he was not at odds with their father he was causing havoc on the streets. Dia herself was an outgoing and often slutty girl the only thing keeping her from finding a new profession on the corners was her brothers adamant promise to gut the first guy to lay a hand on her. Malachite always kept his promises.
[Snip]
"Just go, Malachite. I'll be fine." She muttered.
"No. I'm not just leaving you here. Not with this bastard."Malachite responded angrily. Dia drew him to the corner of the room.
"Please, Chi. I promise, I can take care of my self. So please just chill."She begged. The look in the emerald depths of his eyes was haunted, knowing, but empathic. Her use of her pet name hadn't hurt either.
"Dia, I'll go, on one condition." He said finally.
"What is it, Chi?" She urged.
"If he even so much as looks at you in the wrong way, and you know that look, I want you out of this house. I'll make sure you have my address and phone and stuff. But you have to promise. I'll tell you why after you agree." He finally said.
"I promise, Chi."Dia gave her oath. Some of the haunted look in his eyes retreated and they looked almost pure green for a moment.
"Do you remember Ruby?" He asked me, whatever comfort I had given him was gone as he recalled their older sister. Something in Dia too turned flinty as Malachite referred to their dead sister.
"Yes?" She managed to squeeze out as memories of her beautiful and favorite sister filled her mind.
"You remember when dad told her to get out of the house, do you know why he told her to?" Malachite asked, those orbs of green seemed to burn holes in her as she indicated she did not. "She left because she wouldn't do the nasties for that pig. I...I was too young to protect her, too scared to try. He forced her out onto the streets where she was killed. He knows I'll protect you so he's getting me out of the way. You have to be careful. But you cannot let on that you know or it will be worse,.be careful and never let your guard down. Not for a second, I love you sis." With those final words he gave her father a final glare and walked out of the apartment.
Later that night Dia ran her fingertips over a collection of impressive bruises on her face and arms, even her stomach felt bruised where he had kicked her. She had a long vertical slash down her right arm and a few smaller knife cuts on her cheeks. Her eye was black and swollen and her lower lip was busted and leaked blood down her chin. It was 12 o'clock.
Dia took an inventory of her various injuries and concluded that, while painful, the only serious one was the knife wound on her arm. She winced as she lifted it slightly for closer examination. 2 hours. For 2 hours he had vented his rage on her with his fists, steel-toed boots, and eventually a kitchen knife. In those two hours she hadn't made a sound, no tear escaped her heavy, made up eyes to trickle down her cheeks. ‘And none will.' She promised her self silently. ‘Nothing that man does to me will ever make me cry, I won't give him the satisfaction of my pain.' That silent oath was the only thing that kept her going over the next few months, until she finally had to leave, one stormy night, because of another oath. The oath to her brother.