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hirai momo.

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"Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. But if there's one thing I've learned over the eons, it's that you can't give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it." — R. Riordan.

A royal AND the daughter of a Greek goddess? The higher deities out there were busy picking favorites, huh. But though it's enough for most kids to boast about, for Momo it's no different from a life of imprisonment; forced to adhere to cultural codes of propriety and living the life of a monarchy's puppet, while simultaneously being haunted by your own mom's shenanigans—it hardly seems like an ideal.

Now her fourth summer in Camp Half-Blood, she just hopes that she gains a little more semblance of control in her life. But well, when you deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed. Oh, and—if a camper asks her one more time if her mom is the infamous shoe brand, she might just be forced to curse them or something.

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trivial information.
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basic information.

  • Alias(es): Momoring/Mo-chan – Hime-chii – Her Imperial Highness Chitose (千登世宮桃内親王).
  • Official Title: Princess, Imperial House of Japan.
  • Date of Birth: 9 November (22).
  • Godly Parent: Νίκη, goddess of victory.
  • Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan.
  • Current Address: Camp Half-Blood – Tokyo, Japan.
  • Camp Status: Part-time Camper.
  • Occupation: Figure Skater, JSF – Honorary Principal Dancer, New National Theater of Tokyo Ballet.
  • Spoken Languages: Japanese – English – Russian.
  • Orientation: Demiromantic Biual.
  • Relationship Status: Single.
  • Rare Ability: Curse/Blessing Manipulation.
  • Fatal Flaw: Individualism.
  • Weapon: Kana and Katsu, her twin tomahawks.

appearance notes.

  • Height: 162cm (5'4").
  • Weight: 48kg (106 lbs).
  • Hair Color: Black (natural) – Light blonde (current).
  • Eye Color: Brown.
  • Piercings: Double lobe piercings, both ears.
how far she's come.
her history.
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t had been a stormy night, when Momo was born— almost like Zeus himself was disappointed with her emergence into the world. The first (and only) daughter of Prince Rensuke, heir apparent to the Chrysanthemum Throne, Momo naturally became the Imperial Family's eldest granddaughter. Her birth came to be a great joy to her grandparents, the Emperor and Empress, who at the time were already itching to have someone continue the legacy of their family. Such was their elation that they insisted on giving Momo the imperial namesake of Princess Chitose (lit. meaning "ascend with the strength of thousands").

However, even if she was personally favored by the monarchs, Japan's Imperial Household Law prevented her from eventually succeeding her father's throne, all because she was a girl. Even so, it had already been strictly implemented prior to her birth that Momo was to be provided with lessons and training, fit for a Princess of the Imperial Family of Japan.

Rensuke and Nike (who went by the name of Wakabayashi Sumire at the time) first met at a university lecture, where the former was an honorary guest and the goddess was posing as the esteemed speaker's daughter. In Rensuke's case, it was (simply put) love at first sight—Nike's Japanese appearance was a woman of beauty, after all.

Nike, on the other hand, was attracted to Prince Rensuke's natural aura of strength—he exuded the presence of a true ruler, even if he was reserved for the most part of their initial contact; it was then and there that Nike decided that he would be a suitable life partner.

Nike, of course, did not interfere with the affairs of her in-laws; she was a goddess of victory, for crying out loud, it was only fair that her daughter would get the best living conditions. Hence, majority of Momo's childhood was spent within the confines of the Tokyo Imperial Palace, with the exception of school; though Momo's father had kept security small but strict so as not to scare his child, Nike still had two of the Nikai accompany her, just as a precaution; they were transformed into two hair ties, ones which Nike used to put little Momo's hair up into pigtails.

"Mama, don't go," six year-old Momo cried, clutching her nanny's kimono as she stands by the genkan, watching as Sumire waits for the Imperial Car—apparently her mother has to go somewhere important, all dressed up and pretty face practically glowing in the spring backdrop. The tweed dress and hat she wears is as pink as the cherry blossoms that had started to bloom, and the pearls in her necklace glint like actual diamonds in the sun.

Sumire smiles, thoroughly bemused at the tears that were running down her daughter's cherubic face. "Hime-chii," she starts, crouching down to Momo's level and cupping a rosy cheek in one hand, "Mama will just go and handle a few things, okay? Important things, for-grown-ups things." Sumire places a quick kiss to the small forehead. "I'll be back before dinner—wait for me, okay?" And with that, she leaves the now-appeased Momo, waving goodbye even if the car disappears past the gates.

And wait, Momo does.

But Mama... she never came back home.

For the most part, Momo's life was as normal as it could get, for a royal; Rensuke and Nike loved each other and her very much, news outlets even reporting about how close-knit the future Emperor's family was. Being a Princess, she'd been under the spotlight even from an early age, citizens displaying general interest in her everyday dealings, such as when she first went to school, how she makes friends, if she had a dream job—just a few standard questions you'd ask a child.

Naturally, the normalcy stopped the day Sumire disappeared. Or died, as the media worded it; Momo had been too young to understand the gravity of the situation, back then

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who she really is.
her personality.

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Defeat is for the valiant—only they will know the honour of losing and the joy of winning. Only the defeated know love, because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles—and generally lose.

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Before You Approach Me

•.*★ important。 Please read my profile before asking to roleplay with me! We can brainstorm, but anything you want to know about Momo is in here, more or less; if you need further clarifications, I'd be happy to answer them!

Writing & Plotting Style

•.*★ writing style。 I feel iffy about using 1st, so my writing is limited to 3rd POV only. Script for short replies (e.g. IC rooms), para for longer ones (usually in plotted scenarios). Length depending; I try to mirror my writing partner's, but on some days I may write lots, though I've never done novella.

•.*★ plotting style。 I prefer plotting over winging most times. If I really feel like it, I might jump in and do a winged scenario with just about anybody, but I do prefer to have a structured plot. Please, try to have something in mind before actually talking to me about roleplaying!

If we do plot, I tend to ask a lot of questions – please, don't be put off by it! This is to ensure that we're on the same page, and if you're going to be comfortable with the way I write. Starters depend on which person makes sense; if it's better to start with my POV, I'll gladly do it.

•.*★ others。 Communication is key! If you want to drop our plot/thread, please tell me so that I won't be expectant for a reply. The same goes for some details that you're not sure of if you write about my character. I'm very open to trying new ideas, so please don't be hesitant to contact me!

Activity & Reply Speed

•.*★ important。 I'm a med student and the incoming academic year will probably have me alternating between classes and the hospital, so please understand if I take long to do replies/starters; I don't spend my life 24/7 here on RPR. Please only poke me if I haven't done anything in 10 days, yet you see me active on chats. Otherwise, please rest assured that I have not forgotten that we have a thread! I do keep a tracker for that.

Location Preferences

PMs are strictly OOC, please keep my walls clean as well. I prefer to roleplay in rooms, with the tagging mechanism and all, but if there are no applicable rooms for our plot, only then can we use walls. If you tag me and I didn't see the notif, it's most likely because I use live chat. I refresh every few minutes though, so don't worry!

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