Post by Mora on Jul 23, 2014 14:22:05 GMT
 gender female age nineteen race human job hunter home unknown | mora "Don't push me, I'll fight it. Never gonna give up, no. If you can't catch a wave, than you're never gonna ride it. You can't come uninvited. Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no. You can't take me, I'm free!"
Other Info From the age of birth until eight, Mora lived a relatively normal life. She had a mother and a father. She played with dolls. She liked to look at bugs. There was nothing abnormal about her. Their living circumstances were a little unusual. They did not actually live close to a town or city. Instead, they lived in the wild, completely cut off. Everything they did, they did on their own - all of them contributing. Animals were caught and killed for food and clothing. Their house had been made by hand. They lived off of nature and it worked for them. To many, their lifestyle would seem extreme, and perhaps it was. However, it worked for them. At eight, everything kind of crumbled though. She never found out what happened exactly. One day, her parents were there. The next, they were gone. She had thought them asleep at first, but they never woke. She quickly went from protected to solo. To be honest, she should have died. She probably would have died. However, she was an incredibly lucky and clever child. Why she fought so hard to survive? She could never even think to answer this. She just knew that she had to. She continued to use the traps her father had set up to catch food. It was suddenly a very good thing that her parents had prepared her so thoroughly. Her existence went unnoticed for many years. She talked to everything that she could - animals, imaginary friends, herself. To her, reality and fantasy was becoming a blurred line. She became quite feral. Her words did not advance any further. Her speaking continued to resemble that of a child. When she was in her teens, she was found. The person - another teenager around her age - was not acknowledged as a real person. They came and went of their own volition, just like her imaginary friends. They simply had more substance. She had forgotten that other people existed, and at this point, just thought herself another animal. The person, allowed her to continue thinking they were part of her imagination. They visited about once a week - occasionally more - for a year. This little interaction helped some with Mora's limited vocabulary. When the person stopped coming, Mora chalked it up to her imagination fleeing from her and thought little of it. About three years later, she was still surviving in the wilderness when she found signs of another in her woods. Once more she considered it to be part of her imagination, but this person was aiming the wolves that took up residence in the woods with her. The traps that they used were not the type that instantly killed or didn't harm at all. Rather, they had sharp teeth, and cause bad bleeding and eventual death after a long, painful process. The adult wolf that she found in one such trap, was already past saving. The only thing that she could manage for it, was to put it out of its misery. However, that left her with the mothers lone whelp to deal with. At first she contemplated sending it on its way with the mother, but she had found that she was growing lonely - not that she understood the emotion - and this weakness led her to keep the creature. Overtime, the poachers in the area grew worse and worse. It became dangerous for Mora and her companion to live in that part of the wild, so they began the process of moving. Closer and closer until they eventually found themselves in a town - which by the way, meant she had to face the realization that she was not the only human. Her companion - dubbed Taka - was of course given wary looks, but having been raised with Mora, he was not the type to attack without provocation. Somehow or another, Mora and Taka found themselves on boat. She had absolutely no idea what boats did, but she went on it. And hated it. And threw up many times while on it. Now, in a new city, one that the locals call Rhoda, she finds herself beyond lost, beyond confused, and getting a mite bit frustrated. However, she makes an okay living off of hunting and occasionally fishing - though of course, her way is far different and more primitive than those around her. Then again, pretty much everything about Mora is primitive. I can change her place of living to anywhere once an island that might have wolves appears. [b]MONONOKE HIME[/b], san, [i]mora[/i] |
