Individual Character's full name:Moana Murray
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mermaid
Gender: Female
Age:17
Date of Birth: 7/16/93
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Irish Swedish French etc (American)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Norfolk Virginia
AppearanceHair color and style: Kinky red-toned locks, fall to her mid-back
Eyes: Emerald Green
Height:5'3'' with legs, slightly longer with fin
Build: Very petite but curvy
Visible mutation: Iridescent tail fin which encompasses her body from her waist, small dorsal fin of similar color, fins which form on her wrists and a sprinkling of luminescent scales framing her face at edge of cheekbones. Her gills form on the side of her body on the ribcage, gills are the first of her mutation to disappear as she shifts. Also she has a slightly opaque secondary eyelids.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/a
Other features: Moana’s face is very innocent and kind, a constant blush kisses her cheeks and her lips are a soft pink.
i94.photobucket.com/albums/l94/skoliro/moanacomplete.jpg Everyday clothing style: bikini tops or tight tees torn on the sides for breathing. she does not like to wear much clothing because it restricts her in water. Even when she is in human form she chooses loose or short skirts due to her lack of control.
Uniform: Sleepwear: bikini top or if indoors an over sized man's button-down shirt
Miscellaneous clothing: Moana would love to wear sparkly jewelry, though her family cannot afford much.
CharacterPersonality: Moana is extremely kind hearted. She loves to speak with others at every chance and only wants to help those around her. She is a great listener, and often offers advice and comfort to those in need. However, Moana will not hesitate to defend herself or her family verbally if the situation were to arise. She has a great sense of humor and frequently, when left alone, will be found twirling her hair and watching others interact.
Hobbies/ Interests: Moana’s favorite pastime is to float lazily on a sunny day, her ears submerged, and quietly take in the soft breezes that blow through the trees. Also, her family once took a trip to the Richmond Aquarium where she was allowed to swim with the cleaner fish. Their nibbles both tickled and relaxed her, making a permanent impression on her heart.
Job or part time job and description: Currently works as a traveling side show act with her family.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Moana becomes increasingly uncomfortable the farther she is from water. She also is extremely worried that someone will do harm to her family and friends, and thus she came to the academy.
Special talents: She is great at origami (when the paper does not melt) Also she is a great cook.
MoralityGood: Moana believes all humans and mutants alike are good at heart, they only make poor decisions. She only wants to help people be happy.
MutationsMutation description: Moana is a mermaid-shifter. Her legs have morphed together to form long tail akin to the body of a fish. She has a fin on each arm, and a dorsal fin for balance. Moana's mutation is solely physical, and does not affect her mind in anyway (besides her occasional craving for Nori and sashimi) Her core muscles remain the same, however her quads and hamstrings have shifted to provide better support to her fin. Moana has gills that take the place of her lungs and her coccyx extends into her tail for better control. She has trained her human senses to listen for vibrations and can recognize voices and movement in water. Moana uses her taste to pick up pH changes in the water. She can exist in both saltwater and freshwater, however chlorine is toxic to her. Lastly, she has a pair of opaque, secondary eyelids for vision underwater.
Recently, Moana discovered her ability to transform into a fully human form. She cannot control this for long, nor can she exist this way for more then 15 minutes without wetting her legs. However, she is capable of transforming her gills to lungs and perching herself half-submerged on the edge of a water source.
Strengths: Extremely agile in water. Can perform reconnaissance in water. May eventually be able to move from one body of water to the next and someday exist on land permanently.
Weaknesses: Needs to be submerged in water to survive.
Fighting Style Self-defense avoidance
Explanation:Moana will avoid all conflict she can, and if physical confrontation does arise she will do her best to dodge and not counterattack unless absolutely necessary
Pros for fighting style: Enemy often gets pooped out. Not much collateral damage. No hard feelings.
Cons for fighting style: Can be caught off-guard. Does not always have a chance to fight back. Never harms others unless completely necessary.
History Of Your Character Moana was born a healthy baby to a middle-class family of five in Norfolk, Virginia. The family consisted of her mother, her father, her baby sister, and her twin brother. Often her family would take trips to Virginia Beach, and to the nearby Richmond Aquarium. They were happy, until one day Moana developed a rash that covered her forearms and thighs. Her mother was unconcerned at first, and waited until the family's yearly check-ups to consult a physician. The doctor prescribed a small dose of hydro cortisone cream and sent them on their way.
However, Moana's rash continued to spread, soon covering the entirety of her body, save for her face. She had also developed strange scratches on her ribcage, and skin tags on both eyes. By now her family was extremely concerned, though her mother believed that the doctor couldn't possibly have misdiagnosed her child, and continued to apply the cream as instructed, to no avail. It was during this time Moana’s father lost his job, leaving the family with no spare cash to visit the doctor.
Moana began to have trouble breathing, her lids had swollen shut, and often she would loose her balance while standing. She would spill her drink on herself and many times could be found attempting to fit as much of herself as she could under the faucet. Her chest and legs became spongy. When the rash darkened further, taking on an almost green hue, Moana's mother finally succumbed and took her back to the hospital. The doctor examined her rash only briefly before being drawn to the slits on her ribcage. A confused expression appeared on his face and he ordered a MRI for the child. By now the guilt-stricken family knew they had no choice if they wanted to save Moana.
After a brief but disheartening encounter with the doctor, a nurse pulled them aside and explained that Moana was a mutant, and a mermaid.
Moana continued to develop into her mutated self, soon after the visit unable to exist outside of the water. Her mother took up home-schooling, and her father, seeing no other option, opened his own business; a traveling sideshow act. The family would all dress up as different freaks, Moana’s brother the muscle man, her mother a bearded lady, her sister an acrobat, and her farther the ring leader. Moana, was the mermaid, and the biggest draw to the show.
Despite the exposure, Moana and her family were happy. There was no ridicule, and they behaved as a traditional family would.
When Moana was around the age of 13, amidst the chaos of the registration act (during which her family hid her well), Moana began to develop the ability to shift. She would pull herself up onto the edge of her tank and swallow the air as she saw her family do. To all of their surprise, her gills faded in color, and recessed into her skin, leaving behind what appeared to be the motions of a humanoid diaphragm. After further investigation (much prodding from her father's stethoscope) they discovered the gaseous air caused Moana to develop a human respiratory system. Soon she was a regular at this, finding it very useful for communication. Hours alone in a tank can give one plenty of time to experiment, and Moana quickly discovered that with extreme mental concentration she could succeed in morphing sections of her tail and arms into a human anatomy. It was extremely difficult for her however, and full regression took years to accomplish. Currently, she is able to transform her gills at will, however she is only able to maintain fully human form for up to 15 minutes without water.
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: I was a member a long time ago
Do you have any other characters on MRO:No
Sample RP: A pulsing moan resided over the white-washed room. The lighted numbers flashed on the control panel as the nurse adjusted the machine. She glanced down at the child, smiling in a reassuring manner, then clomped out of the room, shutting the lead door behind her.
Moana laid on the table, waiting to be sucked into the grunting machine behind her. She was trying her best to hold still as the nurse had instructed, but the room was just so dry.. She held her gasping breaths for as long as she could to avoid the flapping chest movements that had developed in the last week.
All at once the table moved her headfirst into the MRI behind. It took all of her strength to not cry out. The machine spun around her, and between gasping breaths Moana’s mind wandered to her family somewhere in the hospital. She hoped they were not worried.
At last she was freed from the machine, the nurse helped her to a wheelchair, brushing Moana’s kinked locks from out of her face and smiling once again. Moana smiled in return, happy to have such a kind lady to help her. There was a tapping on the glass, and the nurse’s blue orbs broke contact as she looked up at the doctor through the glass. Again her Dr Scholl’s orthopedics lead her out of the room.
Moana sat, alone in the room, her gasping breathes the only sound. She could see the medical staff conversing outside the room, glancing at her repeatedly. The nurse shook her head, and the doctor stormed off. Moana was joined by a new nurse, who, after entering the room without acknowledging her, pushed her chair carelessly to the hall. An angered man’s voice could be heard as they traversed the empty, bleached halls. As they approached, the rooms became closer and closer. The voice became too loud to bare, but alas just as muffled. Families now occupied the doorways, clutching blue tickets and pointing at her, wide-eyed. One boy began to laugh, his face burning into Moana’s memory. As she watched his mouth stretched, tearing at the sides, but he continued his joyous outburst. Others joined, and soon their faces became distorted as the boys. Their laughter consumed even the angry voice, and their faces consumed the corridor. They began to chant her name, steady at first, and then in more urgent, scattered groupings.
“Moana, Moana, Moana, Moana. Moana…Moana! Wake up Moana! You’re splashing me!” Abby, Moana’s younger sister, shielded her face from the incoming droplets.
“Oh, sorry,” she apologized, a small smile pulling at the side of her mouth.
“Yeah you better be sorry Missy, its only 8 o’clock, we don’t open until noon today!” she stormed off, through the patchy, velvet curtain that led to their brothers room.
Moana smiled. How lucky Abby was, and how lucky was she to have such an entertaining little sister. She floated up, resting her forearms on the glass of her 7x5x5 aquarium. She was alone in the makeshift room, surrounded by only the fabric of the tent and the dirt floor below. Straw was scattered to dry the ground where her tank had splashed and a singular wooden column, combined with the half-shredded ropes, held the tent in place. A picture frame hanging on the column reflected a small amount of light into Moana’s tank, illuminating the water and her scales as her tail drifted to and fro.
Her gills flitted red to pale slowly before Moana reached into the dark abyss of the tent top. Her dainty hands lit a golden lantern, its fiery light flickering at first, enveloping their room in a warm yellow haze. A light breeze blew at the base of the tent, and Moana waited calmly for her family to rise for the day.
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