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Name: Momoko Amaya
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History: Momoko hails from a distant, remote, far away hidden village long past the point of giving up on seeing civilization again, where compass needles spin endlessly and you could swear you saw something darting between the greenery... again. It's to be expected that a place like this would yield some odd creatures, and some odd folk. Deep in the heart of this aberrant forest, a small clan of ninja have persisted even into modern times, honing their skills and guarding their legacy... and developing secret techniques that defy modern sensibilities.  Naturally, the same kind of curiosity that would lead someone from the world of light to try and find this alien place could be expected to crop up in the place itself, and Momoko, who had always maintained a somewhat carefree attitude despite the rigors of her training and the grave nature of her village's sense of tradition, found herself pulled by just such an impulse. The fateful arrival of a ninja from a rival clan on her 18th birthday probably didn't help matters. Her brash and careless nature, ill-fitting of a ninja, had garnered her a reputation as a rising star - in terms of ability, at least. Having her presence known, even to other ninja, somewhat defeated the purpose. Seen as at once a threat to be eliminated and a valuable asset in terms of information, the opposing clan sent one of their most discreet agents to abduct and return with the specifically talented panda. And the thing about especially discreet ninjas is that they're extremely good at their job. Momoko had to sleep sometime, and when she woke up, well. Everything was still dark. Suffice it to say that the two clans had developed their own secret techniques that coincidentally turned out to be related. Momoko's clan had, over its long history, perfected the art of trapping a target in one's stomach, and all that pertained to such, and the rival clan... it would be an understatement to say the panda was livid when she pieced together where she was. Her rival was understandably smug, letting her ego bubble to the surface despite a normally clinical approach to her work. It was that meeting of minds, rather than machines, that got the two to talking - despite the comical imbalance in their situation. The distance between the rival villages was long and treacherous, even for an unencumbered ninja, and it gave the two plenty of time to chew the fat. Their knowledge of stealth, combat, nature, secret arts; these were extensive, and yet they shared their ignorance freely, learning more about themselves and each other when compared to the vastness of the world. The seed of curiosity each had felt their entire lives came to sprout, and both saw their chance. Both went MIA. 
Eight years later, Momoko's seen a great deal of the world, practiced her techniques, invented some new ones, and most assuredly mastered that significantly more humiliating method of abduction, in case she ever crosses paths with her rival again. Her legend has spread to many corners of the world, proving she's learned absolutely nothing about being a good ninja, though perhaps her polished skills will compensate for it? It certainly helps with getting jobs, even if it does attract all manner of challengers and threats old and new. And without a doubt she's enjoying life a great deal more now that it's an adventure instead of a routine. Inventory: Steel wire, rolls of wraps, needles with various poisons, compact first aid kit, three kunai, three shuriken, antacids, and a whole bunch of questionable doodads and gimmicky gadgets. Extra art: Don't have to look far to find FurriesEverywhere |
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