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E-excuse me, sir... can you help me? I think I'm lost...
That's how most people meet Momoka.... a gentle tug on their shirtsleeve, or pants, followed by a shy, cute, quiet voice speaking up... asking for help.
She's nothing special to look at, this girl. A meager 4'6 she has light, mousy brown hair, and pretty, pale gray eyes, with a hint of blue. What skin is exposed on her is pale and creamy, smooth too. Very little skin is exposed, though. The girl is always pretty-well bundled up.... typically wearing gloves, if she's got them, a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater, a skirt, and creamy thighhighs, finishing her attire with a pair of Mary Janes. There's a reason for all of this, though... well, two reasons. They're related, though.
She's dead. Or, was.
Momoka was, once, a living girl. She was horribly murdered one day, and dismembered. She can't remember it, but that doesn't change the fact that it happened.
The funeral was a closed-casket one, on a cold, rainy day. There were flowers, and all her friends showed up, and her family. That night, though.... there was another visitor. A very... interesting individual. A tall, slender woman, who dug Momoka up... and took her away. She replaced the coffin, and reburied it.... the girl's family would never know she was gone.
And she WAS gone. She was taken away.... her body carefully treated to stop the decay already occuring, to even mend her flesh. Her arms and legs were carefully sewn back together, and reattached... her skin treated to make it seem a bit more human. Her head was reattached, her organs carefully treated... those that would remain, at least. And then.... the girl was brought back to life.
She woke up to an empty room... knowing nothing but her name, and how to take care of herself. getting up.... she got dressed, in the clothes she had been provided, and wandered out into the world... Making her way among people, keeping herself quiet and unnoticed, knowing that to be found out would be a bad thing... as would being recognized. She kept away from people, for the most part.... but from time to time, she got lost. And, well...
People do things. Sometimes to her. She's learned to deal with it.
Because, if anything of hers, or any part of her, remains after they're done, she'll recover completely.... stitches and all. Any memories will be fuzzy, but she'll know if it was good or bad, and should know who did it to her.
Fun facts:
Momoka is terrified of fire, very wary around even small amounts.
Sometimes, Momoka can be seen carrying around a stuffed animal of some sort with her.
The girl is prey, helpless prey... but eating her may not be such a good idea. PM if interested, but please not ICly.
