OOC INFORMATION NAME: Tsuki JOURNAL: undecipher CONTACT: cremation dance
IC INFORMATION NAME: Momiji Sohma SERIES: Fruits Basket CANON POINT: End-TV series, with Akito is still busy being nuts and the curse is still fine and dandy. HISTORY: From infancy, Momiji's life was sufficiently as cursed as the clan he was born into. Both subjected to their mentally and emotionally unstable clan head as well as a mother likely suffering from severe postpartum depression, Momiji's childhood was tumulus and even traumatic for a child of his age. Not only that, but he had the misfortune of bearing the family's zodiac curse, causing him to turn into a rabbit whenever embraced by a member of the opposite sex, and so after he was born and handed to his mother, well. As he so calmly explained it, mothers of zodiac children would only react to their cursed infants in one of two extremes. Either they would become overzealously protective of the child, or they would reject the infant altogether. There was no in between, and his mother was one who rejected. She refused to see him outright, sobbing and carrying on about how her greatest regret was having brought forth a creature like Momiji out of her body. After that, she had another member of the family erase all memory of ever having given birth to her son.
To this, Momiji was nothing short of supportive, keeping his mother fondly in his heart without ever seeking her out and sportingly pretended to be the child of one of the other Sohmas. He also held no contempt for his little sister, who was born uncursed and able to live with both their mother and father, doted on to the point of being spoiled. In fact, at first Tohru had no idea about Momiji's circumstances at all with the way he spoke of them. She asked if Momiji was waiting to go home with his parents and sister, to which he took in stride and commented of how nice it would be if only that was possible.
Growing up, Momiji did so alone in the Sohma compound and was raised by servants. As with everything else, he embraced his circumstances and did with it what he could, determined to enjoy his life for what it was. His father being a successful businessman, Momiji never had want or need for money and grew up well taken care of financially. He was the sort of boy who could take his friends to the hot springs on a weekend trip and not think twice about footing the bill. How well taken care of emotionally he was another matter entirely, though Momiji was able to overcome that in spite of how badly his parents failed him.
In his teenage years, Momiji retained a decidedly child-like and innocent demeanor, and being mistaken for being a young child or a girl or both was commonplace. Oddly enough, despite outwardly looking and acting much like a child, Momiji always possessed the emotional maturity and objectivity of someone far older. There was never an ounce of resentment in his heart for anything that was done to him, perhaps because he understood that they were all but victims of circumstance. He was never one to misplace blame, and even as a very small child he understood the concept that there was not always someone at fault.
Meeting Tohru was possibly one of the healthiest things to happen to him in his life, though he managed well enough for himself before her. At the time of their meeting, Momiji had never met anyone like her before. Arguably he hasn't still, if only because there's no one else quite like Tohru in the world. She was the kindest, most empathic person he had ever known, who held no bias against their cursed clan and saw each of them for the people they were. It was in her that he confided that because of his mother's actions, he had decided for himself that he would hold on to all of his memories, even the painful ones, even the ones he would rather forget because he was so sure that there would come a day where they would become his strength. Despite all appearances, it's these words that showed how strong of a person Momiji managed to become through the tragedies he was born into.
PERSONALITY: The best way to describe Momiji is probably to call him a persistent and determined optimist, someone who sees the best in people even despite all the terrible things he has gone through or witnessed over the course of his short life. He's bright and cheerful, sociable, and enjoys making friends. He's also incredibly empathic and sympathetic towards others, ever trying to see things from the opposite prospective. Even though his mother called him the cruelest things, casting blame on him for things that were never his fault, Momiji is still infinitely fond of her and talks about how hard it must have been for her when he was born. Though he would have every right to be jealous of his little sister and everything she has that might have been his if only not for the circumstances of his birth, he loves her as well as any brother and speaks glowingly of her. There is almost no hatred in the boy, and he does not bear grudges. He lives with the near certainty that people are fundamentally good, and that anything bad they may do they must be first driven to, in which case they are deserving of compassion.
There are very quirky aspects of Momiji as well, as a great deal of him has never quite grown up. At sixteen he can still easily pass off as a ten or twelve year old in his small stature and boyish looks. With how he acts he's able to pass off as younger still. He has a strong fondness of sweets and for girls clothing because he finds that they look good on him, far better than stiff boys clothes. His needs are simple, as are his demands for entertainment, and his serious moments are very much there but still few and far between. That is not to say the maturity of someone of and even well beyond his years is not within him, as he handles situations which call for it with great understanding. He also has all the good intentions in the world, always eager to help the people he cares about and to help them out, and there is a certain enthusiasm about him unrivaled by anyone else in his clan. He is known to on more than a few occasions give utter disregard for social norms and what is expected of him, such as hugging Tohru upon meeting her in spite of his curse.
However, in spite of his optimism and insightful empathy towards those who have hurt him, there are times when it's very apparent that he's not 'over' or immune to what his mother did to him. When he recalls his own circumstances in earnest rather than in passing, he grows somber and soft spoken, distant and grieved. When all is said and done, he's a boy who's mother essentially told him she wished he had never been born, and to expect it to not affect him at all would be naive. Almost all his life now, Momiji has only tried to do good by his mother, at one point voicing that he wondered if he managed to help her by going along with having her forget all about him, admitting that due to his beliefs that there's not a single memory which would be okay to forget, he didn't want his mother to forget him at all. "But, that would be selfish of me, so..." he added at the end. Even though it's a situation beyond hope, Momiji's desire to be a good child to his mother, who he feels to have failed for being born as he was, overwhelms his sense of self.
It could be argued that even at his age he still acts and dresses as a child much younger than his years because he's still waiting for his mother to come back for him, that perhaps one day he'll be 'good enough' and have the childhood he was deprived of. He craves acceptance, craves to be wanted and cared for and loved. His love for his sister Momo is not quite out of sheer virtue. In one of the Fruits Basket episodes, completely unrelated to Momiji, it's shown that Ayame is dedicated and dutiful towards Hatori because Hatori is everything Ayame wishes he could be, and he admires that. Yuki comments how admirable he finds that, being able to love someone who is everything you're not and has everything you wish you had. This reflects in Momiji and Momo's relationship, in a way. He loves her because she has everything he wishes he could be.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES/ETC: Aside from turning into a rabbit? I got nothin'. He can write children's music if push comes to shove. Does being a trap count?
SAMPLES THIRD PERSON: It was Thursday again.
Thursday was the day Mama took Momo to the park, as long as the weather was nice. If the weather was bad-- If it was too cold, and even bundling Momo up didn't reassure Mama she wouldn't get sick, or if it was too windy and Mama would laugh that someone as small as Momo might get blown away as she poked her daughter squarely in the nose. Or if it was raining too hard for even Momo's chicky umbrella and cute little pink rain boots to protect her. If the weather was bad, then they would stay home and watch a movie.
But if the weather was good, like today--warm, sunny, and bright with just the gentlest of breezes passing through the tress--then Mama would take Momo to the park. Momiji would go with them, sometimes. There was a grove of trees just behind the swing set Momo liked so much, and if Momiji brought his lunch he could watch her play with Mama. And oh, Mama was such a good mother. Momiji remembered how his heart had almost stopped the day Momo tumbled out of the swings and began to cry. Mama had turned her back for only a minute, but a minute was all it really took. Momiji hadn't known what to do except stay where he was, because Mama had already caught him leaving the park last Thursday and he had to make up an excuse about cutting through to get to the store. She would go back and tell Papa about him if she caught him again. So he couldn't do anything, even though Momo's knees were all scraped up and she was crying something awful.
It turned out Momiji hadn't needed to worry, though. As soon as Mama realized, she turned back and gathered Momo into her arms. She checked all of her daughters ouchies, then kissed them until they were better, and after that she picked Momo up and carried her over to the food stand to get her something sweet. Momiji had always known Mama would be a good mother if she just had the right chance.
Today Momo had decided she was too big of a girl for swings and wanted to play with her ball instead. It was a big rubber ball, almost half the size she was. Momiji knew Papa had picked it out extra-special for her, because it was a soft pink and hand painted with butterflies and ponies. It was a cute ball, one any little girl would be proud to own, and as Momiji ate the corner of his sandwich he daydreamed about what it would be like to play with her. He imagined Momo as the type would have liked to have a brother to watch over her. That's why he did it anyway.
A rustle in the bushes startled him from his daydream, and the next thing he knew he was looking into Momo's wide brown eyes, her ball rolling to a rest by his leg. He opened and shut his mouth a few times, gaze frantic as he tried to see if Mama was coming this way too. But Mama was fixing Momo's snack on a table and hadn't noticed yet, and for that Momiji breathed a sigh of relief.
"H-Hi, Momo," he finally managed, setting his sandwich down in its wrapper to pick up her ball. "You're at the park today, huh? Me too. You better get back to Mama before she starts to worry." Momo said nothing, but he knew she was shy around people she didn't know and so he only smiled encouragingly at her.
"Go on, Momo. I'll toss your ball to you."
She hesitated before noddingly slowly and took a few uncertain steps away, then took a few more. She stopped there to watch him pensively, waiting to see what he would do. As promised, Momiji grinned ear to ear and tossed her ball back to her underhand so that it would be easy for her to catch. Her eyes went wide as it flew towards her, but she managed to seize it with both hands before it hit her. It made her stumble back a half step, but after blinking down at the ball for a few seconds, Momo smiled.
Looking back up at Momiji hopefully, she made as though to throw the ball back to him but by then Mama had finished her snack and was calling out for her.
"Momo? What are you doing over there?"
"Go on," Momiji told her, voice dropping to a whisper. "You shouldn't keep Mama waiting."
At that, Momo reluctantly lowered the ball again before turning away, running back to their mother.
Once she was gone, Momiji let out a sigh, still smiling as he sat back against a tree. Maybe... Maybe that was what being a brother felt like.
JOURNAL:
[ In tidy, cutesy letters. See: handwriting of middle school girls. ]
Um, hello~? I'm Momiji Sohma, and I don't think I'm supposed to be here! Well, maybe I am... But I didn't get to tell Papa or Hatori where I was going and they'll worry! I'll get yelled at when I get home...
Oh! Is this another world? Does that make me a hero or something? You know, in the comics and on TV and stuff, people are always taken to other worlds so they can save it! I've always wanted to be a hero, actually! Can I be a prince? I look really good in prince clothes! Is Tohru here too? I promised her she could be my princess!
[ Have a scribble of Momiji in aforementioned prince clothes with a princess Tohru riding on a white pony with a castle tower in the background and a rainbow and flowers and-- ]
NAME: Tsuki
JOURNAL: undecipher
CONTACT: cremation dance
IC INFORMATION
NAME: Momiji Sohma
SERIES: Fruits Basket
CANON POINT: End-TV series, with Akito is still busy being nuts and the curse is still fine and dandy.
HISTORY: From infancy, Momiji's life was sufficiently as cursed as the clan he was born into. Both subjected to their mentally and emotionally unstable clan head as well as a mother likely suffering from severe postpartum depression, Momiji's childhood was tumulus and even traumatic for a child of his age. Not only that, but he had the misfortune of bearing the family's zodiac curse, causing him to turn into a rabbit whenever embraced by a member of the opposite sex, and so after he was born and handed to his mother, well. As he so calmly explained it, mothers of zodiac children would only react to their cursed infants in one of two extremes. Either they would become overzealously protective of the child, or they would reject the infant altogether. There was no in between, and his mother was one who rejected. She refused to see him outright, sobbing and carrying on about how her greatest regret was having brought forth a creature like Momiji out of her body. After that, she had another member of the family erase all memory of ever having given birth to her son.
To this, Momiji was nothing short of supportive, keeping his mother fondly in his heart without ever seeking her out and sportingly pretended to be the child of one of the other Sohmas. He also held no contempt for his little sister, who was born uncursed and able to live with both their mother and father, doted on to the point of being spoiled. In fact, at first Tohru had no idea about Momiji's circumstances at all with the way he spoke of them. She asked if Momiji was waiting to go home with his parents and sister, to which he took in stride and commented of how nice it would be if only that was possible.
Growing up, Momiji did so alone in the Sohma compound and was raised by servants. As with everything else, he embraced his circumstances and did with it what he could, determined to enjoy his life for what it was. His father being a successful businessman, Momiji never had want or need for money and grew up well taken care of financially. He was the sort of boy who could take his friends to the hot springs on a weekend trip and not think twice about footing the bill. How well taken care of emotionally he was another matter entirely, though Momiji was able to overcome that in spite of how badly his parents failed him.
In his teenage years, Momiji retained a decidedly child-like and innocent demeanor, and being mistaken for being a young child or a girl or both was commonplace. Oddly enough, despite outwardly looking and acting much like a child, Momiji always possessed the emotional maturity and objectivity of someone far older. There was never an ounce of resentment in his heart for anything that was done to him, perhaps because he understood that they were all but victims of circumstance. He was never one to misplace blame, and even as a very small child he understood the concept that there was not always someone at fault.
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PERSONALITY: The best way to describe Momiji is probably to call him a persistent and determined optimist, someone who sees the best in people even despite all the terrible things he has gone through or witnessed over the course of his short life. He's bright and cheerful, sociable, and enjoys making friends. He's also incredibly empathic and sympathetic towards others, ever trying to see things from the opposite prospective. Even though his mother called him the cruelest things, casting blame on him for things that were never his fault, Momiji is still infinitely fond of her and talks about how hard it must have been for her when he was born. Though he would have every right to be jealous of his little sister and everything she has that might have been his if only not for the circumstances of his birth, he loves her as well as any brother and speaks glowingly of her. There is almost no hatred in the boy, and he does not bear grudges. He lives with the near certainty that people are fundamentally good, and that anything bad they may do they must be first driven to, in which case they are deserving of compassion.
There are very quirky aspects of Momiji as well, as a great deal of him has never quite grown up. At sixteen he can still easily pass off as a ten or twelve year old in his small stature and boyish looks. With how he acts he's able to pass off as younger still. He has a strong fondness of sweets and for girls clothing because he finds that they look good on him, far better than stiff boys clothes. His needs are simple, as are his demands for entertainment, and his serious moments are very much there but still few and far between. That is not to say the maturity of someone of and even well beyond his years is not within him, as he handles situations which call for it with great understanding. He also has all the good intentions in the world, always eager to help the people he cares about and to help them out, and there is a certain enthusiasm about him unrivaled by anyone else in his clan. He is known to on more than a few occasions give utter disregard for social norms and what is expected of him, such as hugging Tohru upon meeting her in spite of his curse.
However, in spite of his optimism and insightful empathy towards those who have hurt him, there are times when it's very apparent that he's not 'over' or immune to what his mother did to him. When he recalls his own circumstances in earnest rather than in passing, he grows somber and soft spoken, distant and grieved. When all is said and done, he's a boy who's mother essentially told him she wished he had never been born, and to expect it to not affect him at all would be naive. Almost all his life now, Momiji has only tried to do good by his mother, at one point voicing that he wondered if he managed to help her by going along with having her forget all about him, admitting that due to his beliefs that there's not a single memory which would be okay to forget, he didn't want his mother to forget him at all. "But, that would be selfish of me, so..." he added at the end. Even though it's a situation beyond hope, Momiji's desire to be a good child to his mother, who he feels to have failed for being born as he was, overwhelms his sense of self.
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WEAPONS/ABILITIES/ETC: Aside from turning into a rabbit? I got nothin'. He can write children's music if push comes to shove. Does being a trap count?
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: It was Thursday again.
Thursday was the day Mama took Momo to the park, as long as the weather was nice. If the weather was bad-- If it was too cold, and even bundling Momo up didn't reassure Mama she wouldn't get sick, or if it was too windy and Mama would laugh that someone as small as Momo might get blown away as she poked her daughter squarely in the nose. Or if it was raining too hard for even Momo's chicky umbrella and cute little pink rain boots to protect her. If the weather was bad, then they would stay home and watch a movie.
But if the weather was good, like today--warm, sunny, and bright with just the gentlest of breezes passing through the tress--then Mama would take Momo to the park. Momiji would go with them, sometimes. There was a grove of trees just behind the swing set Momo liked so much, and if Momiji brought his lunch he could watch her play with Mama. And oh, Mama was such a good mother. Momiji remembered how his heart had almost stopped the day Momo tumbled out of the swings and began to cry. Mama had turned her back for only a minute, but a minute was all it really took. Momiji hadn't known what to do except stay where he was, because Mama had already caught him leaving the park last Thursday and he had to make up an excuse about cutting through to get to the store. She would go back and tell Papa about him if she caught him again. So he couldn't do anything, even though Momo's knees were all scraped up and she was crying something awful.
It turned out Momiji hadn't needed to worry, though. As soon as Mama realized, she turned back and gathered Momo into her arms. She checked all of her daughters ouchies, then kissed them until they were better, and after that she picked Momo up and carried her over to the food stand to get her something sweet. Momiji had always known Mama would be a good mother if she just had the right chance.
Today Momo had decided she was too big of a girl for swings and wanted to play with her ball instead. It was a big rubber ball, almost half the size she was. Momiji knew Papa had picked it out extra-special for her, because it was a soft pink and hand painted with butterflies and ponies. It was a cute ball, one any little girl would be proud to own, and as Momiji ate the corner of his sandwich he daydreamed about what it would be like to play with her. He imagined Momo as the type would have liked to have a brother to watch over her. That's why he did it anyway.
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"H-Hi, Momo," he finally managed, setting his sandwich down in its wrapper to pick up her ball. "You're at the park today, huh? Me too. You better get back to Mama before she starts to worry." Momo said nothing, but he knew she was shy around people she didn't know and so he only smiled encouragingly at her.
"Go on, Momo. I'll toss your ball to you."
She hesitated before noddingly slowly and took a few uncertain steps away, then took a few more. She stopped there to watch him pensively, waiting to see what he would do. As promised, Momiji grinned ear to ear and tossed her ball back to her underhand so that it would be easy for her to catch. Her eyes went wide as it flew towards her, but she managed to seize it with both hands before it hit her. It made her stumble back a half step, but after blinking down at the ball for a few seconds, Momo smiled.
Looking back up at Momiji hopefully, she made as though to throw the ball back to him but by then Mama had finished her snack and was calling out for her.
"Momo? What are you doing over there?"
"Go on," Momiji told her, voice dropping to a whisper. "You shouldn't keep Mama waiting."
At that, Momo reluctantly lowered the ball again before turning away, running back to their mother.
Once she was gone, Momiji let out a sigh, still smiling as he sat back against a tree. Maybe... Maybe that was what being a brother felt like.
JOURNAL:
[ In tidy, cutesy letters. See: handwriting of middle school girls. ]
Um, hello~? I'm Momiji Sohma, and I don't think I'm supposed to be here! Well, maybe I am... But I didn't get to tell Papa or Hatori where I was going and they'll worry! I'll get yelled at when I get home...
Oh! Is this another world? Does that make me a hero or something? You know, in the comics and on TV and stuff, people are always taken to other worlds so they can save it! I've always wanted to be a hero, actually! Can I be a prince? I look really good in prince clothes! Is Tohru here too? I promised her she could be my princess!
[ Have a scribble of Momiji in aforementioned prince clothes with a princess Tohru riding on a white pony with a castle tower in the background and a rainbow and flowers and-- ]
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