Hellpointe App | Mika Whitepaws
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Player Info
Player Name: Ziri
Player LJ: wolfieziri
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AiM: ShikaNoOkami
Player Email: punkahziri0@yahoo.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? yes
Character Info
Character Name: Mika Whitepaws
Character’s Age: 26
Fandom: Original
Timeline: Post-Jigoku RPG
Appearance: Well-worn is possibly the best term for Mika these days. After her extended stay in the Jigoku Apartments, her brown hair is crested with a shock of white that frames her face. Her right side is peppered with gunshot scars, and she has the look of someone on the verge of wasting away. The left side of her neck bears two sets of puncture wounds that resemble classical vampire bites, but these are usually hidden by a thick lock of hair. Her clothes are tattered and stained, as if several attempts at washing couldn't remove whatever sludge had soaked into the fabric. Ragged holes mark the worst of the stains in her jeans, suggesting that Mika barely escaped some nasty violence. Her features are sharpened by the loss of weight, bringing out the bridge of her nose and hiding her eyes under thick shadows.
Her knuckles are scuffed and her lips are split, chapped from anxious gnawing from her fangs. Her claws are worn long, hooked and naturally grow to a point but have dulled from extensive use of her hands. Aside from looking like she's taken a beating, she is generally average-looking for a wolf demihuman. A little shy of five feet and five inches tall at the top of her head, her pointed ears make her appear taller. Her fur is a mottled brown with an off-white undercoat, with pale flashes on the back of her ears. Her canine features also manifest in the way her pupils will reflect light in the dark, glowing green in the beam of a flashlight or the headlights of a car.
History: Her world is not unlike the one we know today, but whether it was by magic, natural selection, or human design, several species similar to humans but with more animal traits began to appear over the course of history dating as far back as the middle ages. No one quite knew their origins, and while they were rare and had to deal with prejudice as much as anyone of racial color, they slowly began to integrate into society until they were seen as equals to everyone else. Or at least that's what some would like to think. There are stories among the older clans of a trickster, a liar that fooled the once proud animals into taking a relic that would make them safe from harm by man's hand, that transformed them into what they are now, but that's just an old folktale. They still have to deal with being treated like domesticated livestock on occasion, which always gets awkward.
As the youngest and smallest cub in her pack, Mika was raised with an inferiority complex already setting in. Easily bossed around by others, she was quick to tuck her tail and curl into a ball to escape trouble. As she got older she learned the art of running away in both literal and figurative senses. It wasn't something her parents encouraged, but when her older sister was chafing to become the next big alpha in the family, Mika was the one that ended up being bossed around until her sister struck it out on her own. Since then the relationship between her and her sister has improved incredibly now that her sister is off running a house of her own. Their family is average enough, living modestly and going to modest schools, although Mika got it into her head to attempt an art school, it didn't go well and she ended up slinking back home with little to show for it save a stack of student loans.
For a while it seemed like all she'd ever do in life would be to read books and comics, play video games, do a little art on the side and hope she'd get a job. It wasn't until after she woke up in the Jigoku Apartments that she went to desperately wishing that was all she was doing.
The Jigoku Apartments were the stuff of Japanese horror movies, the kind that left her in cold sweats at night hoping that sound she heard was just the house settling. The kind she'd once enthusiastically talked about with friends. The kind that once upon a time she'd rushed off to the theaters to see. After the first few months, the novelty had long since worn off. While it was fascinating that she was meeting characters that by all accounts had to be fictional, the fact that every day was a fight to outlast whatever horror was infesting the apartments left her preoccupied with living one more day instead of pondering the universe. Her vast knowledge of b-grade horror films was her only saving grace. Knowing the way stories worked turned into a small boon in disguise, as she could guess what methods would help keep her and the other tenants alive just a little bit longer.
It didn't save her from the vampires among them, though. Twice bitten in less than four months apart, and less than eight months from her arrival, Mika quickly turned bitter as her narrow escapes with death grew even narrower. Close encounters with violent hauntings grew more frequent until one day she was sent a cursed video that left her with a choice; pass the video along or keep the consequences to herself. Mika chose not to spread the curse, and died a painful death at the hands of a very angry ghost. Unfortunately when someone died in Jigoku, they didn't stay dead, and Mika's body was quickly possessed and used to attack the other tenants.
Which left Mika the nasty surprise of waking up to find someone had emptied half of a pistol magazine into her in self defense. If it hadn't been for the fact that one of the other tenants had known healing magic, Mika would have easily died a second time.
She grew much more anxious after that, quick to try and sort out any newcomers, and the first to warn them of all the dangers. She worried for the safety of others, and tried to keep everyone well-supplied since she felt like there was nothing else she was good at. Well, aside from hording supplies and occasionally flying off the handle for good measure at least.
Overall her stay in the apartments were unkind to her, leaving her both physically and emotionally scarred. While she likes to think she's recovering, it takes a while to get over trauma like that.
Personality: 'Laid back' is what she likes to think of herself, but since her stay in the apartments 'anxious' and 'skittish' are far more accurate terms. Thinking of the good of the whole rather than just herself comes naturally, but not without a fair share of snarky, bitter quips to round out whatever advice she's willing to give. Mika used to be the optimist, but after three years of being jerked around by the skin of her teeth, she's lost a lot of the chipper luster that only sometimes shines through her sarcastic veneer these days. She's easy to get worked up, moreso if she feels threatened, and will respond to a threatening situation by bristling up and snarling.
Unfortunately as the lowest member on her pack's totem pole, Mika's snarl is far worse than her bite. That doesn't mean she won't bite at all, but she will almost always back down if her bluff is called.
After all, she'd much rather be home reading books or playing video games than be stuck in another world-ending catastrophe.
Powers/Abilities: Aside from being more genre savvy than she'd like to admit, Mika has the olfactory and audio senses of a wolf. Her night vision is better than average, and there have been times where she's been known to see things that others can't. Being in a haunted apartment didn't help that last part much, as it leaves her jumping and growling at shadows.
Limitations: Despite being able to smell a deer downwind within a mile, or hear a twig snap in the middle of a forest, Mika is used to the city life. Before the apartments she was slow, lazy, and as overweight as the next video game nerd. Being in the apartments put her under a lot of stress which, while it made her lose a lot of weight, did not leave her healthy. She's malnourished, half-starved, still recovering from some injuries, and jumps at loud noises. Her endurance levels might be higher than average, but she will burn out quickly if forced to exert a lot of effort into anything for extended periods of time. Mika is, very simply, a mess.
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample: Her head ached like someone was trying to pulverize her skull, the smell of rancid bog water still clinging to her nose and mouth as she hauled herself up the beach. Spitting out the piece of cinnamon candy like it was poison, Mika left the last of Jigoku Apartments behind her in the sand as she ran towards what looked like a settlement. The sunlight was blinding after years in the murky town that had housed the apartments, making her want to cry and laugh in relief if it wasn't for the fact that these streets were unfamiliar.
Very, very unfamiliar.
It was the sense of abandonment that set her hackles on edge, the rows of silent houses and empty cars that made her heart hammer against her ribs. This wasn't right. At that time of day the whole place should be bustling, but the eerie silence just stretched on, leaving her wondering if something had happened. Like colony collapse disorder, only with people instead of bees. She wasn't sure if there was a term for that, but she wasn't entirely in the mood to go look it up, either.
Pressing her face to car windows only earned her a couple of burnt fingers and a scorched nose from the morning sun heating the frames of the vehicles, as she didn't have any idea how to hotwire a car and didn't want to attract attention from anything in the town by smashing the glass. The cars were left ignored, but the growling of her stomach couldn't be put off for long. Lifting her head, she sniffed the air, scenting it in search of the tell-tale scent of food. If nothing else, a place this clean looking shouldn't have the same problems with rotting groceries that her last unwelcoming home did.
And Mika found she had a hankering for a nice slab of steak.
Now where on earth would she put a non-haunted grocery store in a place like this...?
First Person Sample: [Phone Call/Everyone]
Hello? Is anyone listening? [A soft huff of almost hysterical laughter, quickly silenced.]
Judging from the phone book I'd say I wasn't alone, but I guess you can't be too careful. These new cell phones are pretty fancy, not gonna lie, but...
This place is pretty creepy, not...not like Jig was, but I'd rather talk to a person than to thin air. Kinda in a spooky uncanny valley sort of way. I don't trust this place at all, so...
[She pauses, sounding like she's taking a deep breath to steady her voice.]
If anyone's there, if you can hear me, I'm looking for a way home. I haven't been there in a long time, and I'd like to wash my hands of all the weirdness for a change. While I appreciate having a clean place to stay for once, I'd rather not stay. I don't really care whose idea it was to throw out the welcome rug, but no thanks.
Application
Player Info
Player Name: Ziri
Player LJ: wolfieziri
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AiM: ShikaNoOkami
Player Email: punkahziri0@yahoo.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? yes
Character Info
Character Name: Mika Whitepaws
Character’s Age: 26
Fandom: Original
Timeline: Post-Jigoku RPG
Appearance: Well-worn is possibly the best term for Mika these days. After her extended stay in the Jigoku Apartments, her brown hair is crested with a shock of white that frames her face. Her right side is peppered with gunshot scars, and she has the look of someone on the verge of wasting away. The left side of her neck bears two sets of puncture wounds that resemble classical vampire bites, but these are usually hidden by a thick lock of hair. Her clothes are tattered and stained, as if several attempts at washing couldn't remove whatever sludge had soaked into the fabric. Ragged holes mark the worst of the stains in her jeans, suggesting that Mika barely escaped some nasty violence. Her features are sharpened by the loss of weight, bringing out the bridge of her nose and hiding her eyes under thick shadows.
Her knuckles are scuffed and her lips are split, chapped from anxious gnawing from her fangs. Her claws are worn long, hooked and naturally grow to a point but have dulled from extensive use of her hands. Aside from looking like she's taken a beating, she is generally average-looking for a wolf demihuman. A little shy of five feet and five inches tall at the top of her head, her pointed ears make her appear taller. Her fur is a mottled brown with an off-white undercoat, with pale flashes on the back of her ears. Her canine features also manifest in the way her pupils will reflect light in the dark, glowing green in the beam of a flashlight or the headlights of a car.
History: Her world is not unlike the one we know today, but whether it was by magic, natural selection, or human design, several species similar to humans but with more animal traits began to appear over the course of history dating as far back as the middle ages. No one quite knew their origins, and while they were rare and had to deal with prejudice as much as anyone of racial color, they slowly began to integrate into society until they were seen as equals to everyone else. Or at least that's what some would like to think. There are stories among the older clans of a trickster, a liar that fooled the once proud animals into taking a relic that would make them safe from harm by man's hand, that transformed them into what they are now, but that's just an old folktale. They still have to deal with being treated like domesticated livestock on occasion, which always gets awkward.
As the youngest and smallest cub in her pack, Mika was raised with an inferiority complex already setting in. Easily bossed around by others, she was quick to tuck her tail and curl into a ball to escape trouble. As she got older she learned the art of running away in both literal and figurative senses. It wasn't something her parents encouraged, but when her older sister was chafing to become the next big alpha in the family, Mika was the one that ended up being bossed around until her sister struck it out on her own. Since then the relationship between her and her sister has improved incredibly now that her sister is off running a house of her own. Their family is average enough, living modestly and going to modest schools, although Mika got it into her head to attempt an art school, it didn't go well and she ended up slinking back home with little to show for it save a stack of student loans.
For a while it seemed like all she'd ever do in life would be to read books and comics, play video games, do a little art on the side and hope she'd get a job. It wasn't until after she woke up in the Jigoku Apartments that she went to desperately wishing that was all she was doing.
The Jigoku Apartments were the stuff of Japanese horror movies, the kind that left her in cold sweats at night hoping that sound she heard was just the house settling. The kind she'd once enthusiastically talked about with friends. The kind that once upon a time she'd rushed off to the theaters to see. After the first few months, the novelty had long since worn off. While it was fascinating that she was meeting characters that by all accounts had to be fictional, the fact that every day was a fight to outlast whatever horror was infesting the apartments left her preoccupied with living one more day instead of pondering the universe. Her vast knowledge of b-grade horror films was her only saving grace. Knowing the way stories worked turned into a small boon in disguise, as she could guess what methods would help keep her and the other tenants alive just a little bit longer.
It didn't save her from the vampires among them, though. Twice bitten in less than four months apart, and less than eight months from her arrival, Mika quickly turned bitter as her narrow escapes with death grew even narrower. Close encounters with violent hauntings grew more frequent until one day she was sent a cursed video that left her with a choice; pass the video along or keep the consequences to herself. Mika chose not to spread the curse, and died a painful death at the hands of a very angry ghost. Unfortunately when someone died in Jigoku, they didn't stay dead, and Mika's body was quickly possessed and used to attack the other tenants.
Which left Mika the nasty surprise of waking up to find someone had emptied half of a pistol magazine into her in self defense. If it hadn't been for the fact that one of the other tenants had known healing magic, Mika would have easily died a second time.
She grew much more anxious after that, quick to try and sort out any newcomers, and the first to warn them of all the dangers. She worried for the safety of others, and tried to keep everyone well-supplied since she felt like there was nothing else she was good at. Well, aside from hording supplies and occasionally flying off the handle for good measure at least.
Overall her stay in the apartments were unkind to her, leaving her both physically and emotionally scarred. While she likes to think she's recovering, it takes a while to get over trauma like that.
Personality: 'Laid back' is what she likes to think of herself, but since her stay in the apartments 'anxious' and 'skittish' are far more accurate terms. Thinking of the good of the whole rather than just herself comes naturally, but not without a fair share of snarky, bitter quips to round out whatever advice she's willing to give. Mika used to be the optimist, but after three years of being jerked around by the skin of her teeth, she's lost a lot of the chipper luster that only sometimes shines through her sarcastic veneer these days. She's easy to get worked up, moreso if she feels threatened, and will respond to a threatening situation by bristling up and snarling.
Unfortunately as the lowest member on her pack's totem pole, Mika's snarl is far worse than her bite. That doesn't mean she won't bite at all, but she will almost always back down if her bluff is called.
After all, she'd much rather be home reading books or playing video games than be stuck in another world-ending catastrophe.
Powers/Abilities: Aside from being more genre savvy than she'd like to admit, Mika has the olfactory and audio senses of a wolf. Her night vision is better than average, and there have been times where she's been known to see things that others can't. Being in a haunted apartment didn't help that last part much, as it leaves her jumping and growling at shadows.
Limitations: Despite being able to smell a deer downwind within a mile, or hear a twig snap in the middle of a forest, Mika is used to the city life. Before the apartments she was slow, lazy, and as overweight as the next video game nerd. Being in the apartments put her under a lot of stress which, while it made her lose a lot of weight, did not leave her healthy. She's malnourished, half-starved, still recovering from some injuries, and jumps at loud noises. Her endurance levels might be higher than average, but she will burn out quickly if forced to exert a lot of effort into anything for extended periods of time. Mika is, very simply, a mess.
Writing Samples
Third Person Sample: Her head ached like someone was trying to pulverize her skull, the smell of rancid bog water still clinging to her nose and mouth as she hauled herself up the beach. Spitting out the piece of cinnamon candy like it was poison, Mika left the last of Jigoku Apartments behind her in the sand as she ran towards what looked like a settlement. The sunlight was blinding after years in the murky town that had housed the apartments, making her want to cry and laugh in relief if it wasn't for the fact that these streets were unfamiliar.
Very, very unfamiliar.
It was the sense of abandonment that set her hackles on edge, the rows of silent houses and empty cars that made her heart hammer against her ribs. This wasn't right. At that time of day the whole place should be bustling, but the eerie silence just stretched on, leaving her wondering if something had happened. Like colony collapse disorder, only with people instead of bees. She wasn't sure if there was a term for that, but she wasn't entirely in the mood to go look it up, either.
Pressing her face to car windows only earned her a couple of burnt fingers and a scorched nose from the morning sun heating the frames of the vehicles, as she didn't have any idea how to hotwire a car and didn't want to attract attention from anything in the town by smashing the glass. The cars were left ignored, but the growling of her stomach couldn't be put off for long. Lifting her head, she sniffed the air, scenting it in search of the tell-tale scent of food. If nothing else, a place this clean looking shouldn't have the same problems with rotting groceries that her last unwelcoming home did.
And Mika found she had a hankering for a nice slab of steak.
Now where on earth would she put a non-haunted grocery store in a place like this...?
First Person Sample: [Phone Call/Everyone]
Hello? Is anyone listening? [A soft huff of almost hysterical laughter, quickly silenced.]
Judging from the phone book I'd say I wasn't alone, but I guess you can't be too careful. These new cell phones are pretty fancy, not gonna lie, but...
This place is pretty creepy, not...not like Jig was, but I'd rather talk to a person than to thin air. Kinda in a spooky uncanny valley sort of way. I don't trust this place at all, so...
[She pauses, sounding like she's taking a deep breath to steady her voice.]
If anyone's there, if you can hear me, I'm looking for a way home. I haven't been there in a long time, and I'd like to wash my hands of all the weirdness for a change. While I appreciate having a clean place to stay for once, I'd rather not stay. I don't really care whose idea it was to throw out the welcome rug, but no thanks.