Kasanov, "Momo" Marismo

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/Drachman Militant {Kuvalda}

The gap between the two trapeze.
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FULL NAME:
→ Marismo "Momo" Kasanov

AGE:
→ 19

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Moscow, Drachma

RACE:
→ Drachman

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ March 11, 1992

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'2"

WEIGHT:
→ 118 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Hi. I usually like to wear baggy clothes. USUALLY. They keep me warm even though people usually say tight clothes are warmer. I don’t believe them. Plus, they’re more comfortable and easier to move around in. And I have to move around a lot. I like scarves too…so you will most likely see me with one unless we trip to another country for the summer. We don’t usually do that though. I like shopping for new clothes and I do like jewelry just not excessive amounts. For example, I like pearls and star-shaped things. I love stars! I wish I could have grown up to be an astronaut or a famous acrobat! All I’m capable of now is protecting lives so they don’t end up like me. For some reason I love bathing suits or bikinis and tight, elastic clothing that probably has to do with my past life in the circus. Sad memories, but…

Anyway, I have long blond hair that dries wavy. Sometimes I straighten it when I’m bored or when I can borrow someone’s straightener. I don’t care either way. I kind of like it natural better. No, I am not a blondie because I don’t believe myself to be gullible. So don’t make stupid jokes. I am blond but I’m not a stereotype. Plus, my hair is more yellow than blond anyway. I like wearing gloves that are soft and cottony and mittens sometimes if I don’t need my fingers for anything. I have a transmutation circle tattooed around my belly button and oh did it hurt. I cried for hours during it and after it… I also went by myself which was a bad idea, but I didn’t have anyone I could ask then.

Well, I have green eyes. Some people say I’m the only green thing in Drachma, which is funny…and ironic. I think a lot of things about myself are funny and ironic. Like the fact that my eyes are a color that reminds people of life and greenery like plants, but I’m actually dead. I try to keep my eyes as bright as people say they are so I don’t ever look as sad as I feel. I just wish…I had had a longer life that’s all. But I’m still here, you know? Experiencing things… People can still see me. I still freak them out a little, but it’s not like I walk through walls.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Because seriously that would freak people out. I don’t tend to enjoy scaring people… I’m just so quiet that they don’t notice me. But if I’m in a conversation, I notice I talk a lot. I never really had a chance before now to share things about myself. I was there to be looked at, not to be the amazing talking girl. That’s what my boss always said. And if I didn’t obey him, he would whip me in places covered by my costumes. You would think that would make me hate him, but I didn’t. Sometimes I think I’m not capable of hatred like others. Even being dead, not knowing why I’m here, or what I am even, I still feel nothing towards him. I loved performing… I was free. I’m freer now, but it doesn’t feel that way.

People think of Drachma as a cold-hearted, evil place that is filled with a bunch of stuck-up men with grimy beards, but it’s not. Drachma used to have a circus called WHYMSICAL WYNDS. And…it was my home. I’m sad it’s gone like myself. I cry a lot because of it, but I still manage to smile. I’m not sure how, but I’m still my cheerful self despite no longer being alive. Sometimes people even tell me that I’m crazy. They touch my hand and tell me that ghosts can’t get tattoos. Well, how do they know? They’re not dead. I’m the dead one…don’t…you think you’d know if you were dead yet still existing in the real world? I don’t think I’m a ghost. In fact I know it because I’ve tried and failed at going through things. It doesn’t work. And I still get bruises from running into countertops. Darn hip growth!

I’m not really happy-go-lucky, but I tend to laugh in the face of danger. How else do you think I could propel myself hundreds of feet into the air without a safety net below? It’s so thrilling. The rush I get from succeeding is so invigorating!! I can’t even describe it, but just thinking about it makes me smile and wish I still did it. Sometimes I think I might go back to performing. Maybe on my day off I’ll go check it out… I’m one of those people who aren’t fighters, but lovers. I don’t like battles and I don’t like seeing people die. I’m just aware of the fact that it has to happen. You know the type that avoids things by not avoiding them? That’s me. I’ll hate something and then do enough times so I don’t hate it. Plus, I think I might be able to make a difference in the world and make my foster parents proud in their graves. I never visit them because sad things I like to keep out of my mind. I don’t want to get depressed. I’m afraid that if I harness too many negative emotions, I’ll go to Hell.

Now, I don’t even know if Hell exists or not, but I’m not willing to wager it. All in all, I’m a funny person just trying to find her way and make others happy. I protect people…it’s what I do. I want them to not make the same mistakes as I did…I want them to live long lives and I’ll smile with tears in my eyes knowing that I at least make a difference in someone’s life where I failed with my own.

LOVE:
→ Quiet, Snow, Winter, Mountains, Stars, Sunlight, Cemeteries, Long walks, Carnivals, The Circus, Animals, Balancing things, Disobeying rules, Being a daredevil, Challenges,

HATE:
→ When people look through me, Being ignored, Being hated, Getting let down, Apes, Mean men, Nighttime,

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ None.

IDOL:
→ Sablya

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HISTORY:
→ It was the day of the big show. The day I died. The day everyone I ever knew went to Heaven if there was one. Snowy lines of railroad were laid out before the chugging of a large metal beast. I was a little girl as I am now, though I’ve grown a little since. Even the dead can grow. I was adopted from an orphanage farm in Lior, Amestris before I was even a week old. That’s why on my birth certificate it says I was born in Moscow. I hadn’t even been to Moscow before this day—the day of the big show. Like I said, my life is irony. I died in the place I was supposedly born. We were to perform a play in two Acts with an intermission between and a world-famous-never-done-before finale at the end. I was the main actress. The story was the classic Romeo and Juliet. I was Juliet and my crush, Leonardo, was Romeo. My boss said it was a perfect match. That was the first time I blushed in front of him…and the first time I saw him smile at me alone. He was probably thinking of the money I would rake in. I was raised as an acrobat no less. It was the reason for my living. But it was also my reason for being free.

It was for the audience—for the cheers. Any kind of person… anyone at all! If I could round them up and make them cry, make them smile and see the light on their faces, then my life was complete. Somehow I knew I was going to die, like in the movie Black Swan where the girl becomes her role and actually dies. I felt like maybe that would happen to me in the Final Maneuver since it was a legendary jump no one had lived to tell about. I might fall. Even though I practiced my entire life maybe Leo wouldn’t catch me as he hung with one foot off the trapeze. I’d fall to my death. I worried and worried, but I was so excited. There was a difference between doing it in the practice room and doing it on stage.

The train stopped at our field and the stage took hours to set up. People flocked just to watch that. Leo and I were on the news so I couldn’t help with the tightening of the ropes like I usually did. We were interviewed, pictures of our costumes were posted up on every building tall enough in the great frozen city. I was embarrassed, but my heart was beating so fast! Leo held my hand and said he wouldn’t ever let go—he wouldn’t drop me. I believed him. In my naïve heart, I thought he was right. I wouldn’t fall.

The tent was so big I wondered how we got a large enough plot of land to fill it with so many people. I think the final number was past the five-thousand range. It was aired live on TV and even the side actors were getting filled with the same excitement that had been flooding me all morning. Evening rolled around and it was even more beautiful lit up. People in animal suits themed to match the story danced out into the night, gathering people and showing them to their seats. Music careened into the minds of troubled office workers looking for release. It was so perfect…everything was perfect. Tears were in my eyes when I was putting on my make up in the giant mirror. I was trying to get my hair into the flashy head piece when Leo barged in unannounced. He told me that he was ready and kissed my cheek. That was my first kiss. I was beyond serious now. My eyes burned into the mirror and I was Juliet.

Trails of costume followed me into the darkness behind set. Nervous faces met my own and I smiled. I reassured them and no one ended up messing up. That was the first time. Sparkles filled the air in a burst of applause when I first entered and in a heartbeat the first Act ended. The intermission consisted of changing outfits so I went from white to black and decorated my hair in dark lace, fixing the leotard and slipping over layers of jagged, red fabric. I looked the part of death. But we would meet above—the part Shakespeare forgot to include in the epilogue. This was our own interpretation, meant to evoke hope. Hope in the face of our own destruction. I loved it.

The lights dimmed and the Final Maneuver commenced with a series of flips and leaps through hoops of fire and landing on trampolines. We jumped, flipped and grabbed the bar before it missed us, then fell to the trampoline again. A tightrope slid out and we dropped to it from the trapeze, walking on air to each other, but never quite reaching outstretched hands. My eyes closed as I flipped backwards and grabbed the trapeze with my foot. A smile wound onto my face and it was almost time. Almost time… I swung myself to my feet and stood before the cheering audience. A sadness fell on my face and I took the fake poison from my pocket, drinking the orange soda inside and letting the glass shatter the five stories below. Then I let myself fall, not looking, not caring to look. I knew… I just knew I would be caught.

And I was. I felt his rough hands envelope mine in warmth. My body stopped falling, our elbows taking that second to lock into place before suddenly my eyes opened and I was horizontal. His other hand clutched the metal bar, holding us both. Our held arms turned like the hand of a clock and we pushed off each other. His trapeze went spiraling out of control—Romeo thought Juliet was dead. I flew up and caught my trapeze. Then Romeo drank his own poison and let himself fall, but Juliet didn’t catch him. He fell and fell and fell and everyone thought he would collide with the concrete below, but he landed on the invisible tightrope and stood there as if a shadow of himself. He clapped his hands over his face. He would know when. Even without his eyes. I swung back and forth on my trapeze and then let go, catching his. I opened my eyes and held out my hands to him, seeing Romeo dead. He was dead! I pulled out a dagger from my costume and stabbed it in the crevice between my arm and torso. The dagger fell, covered in fake blood that looked so real. Then I dove, but as I fell, Romeo jumped. Our hands met again in the same way, clutched tightly. I flew up so high I missed the trapeze and arced to the next one. And it was spinning, spinning, spinning… People screamed. My hand began to slip from sweat, but I was supposed to let go anyway. And my wild body flew through the gap between the two trapeze and we met in the middle. Holding each other at last in death, we didn’t seem to fall for a moment as we revolved. And I flipped my body up to catch the second, lowered trapeze in time before it past. We lived. The audience went crazy. Flashes went off, the lights came on. But too many lights came on. The cheerful wails of joy simmered into chaotic cries for help. The tent had caught fire. One of the ropes had come loose and was dabbled into the flames of one of the hoops.

That was when we fell for real.

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ALCHEMIC ABILITY:
→ Reverb Barrier (Sound): Using a dog whistle song file on her ipod touch, Marismo is capable of amplifying that with her alchemy. Keeping the sound at the exact pitch, perfect tone, and set volume, she, in simple terms, blares it as loud as possible. Humans cannot hear the sound, but the waves radiate from her, pushing outward against on-coming momentum. At such a frequency, she can stop bullets in mid air. However, gravity is still in effect so the bullets would act as if they hit an invisible wall. If grenades or other projectiles are thrown towards her, they will explode upon impact with the circular wall of sound that no one can hear. People can enter the realm and exit it without realizing that they are going in or out save for a slight change in pressure against their skin. Wind in a large factor as well. Being in the middle of it all, Marismo's hair thrashes about as if she's in a car with all the windows rolled down going 120 miles per hour. However, anything else around her is intensely still as if all the wind in the radius of the circle was pushed at her all at once.

Now, this shield is not something solid nor is is constant. The moment the alchemy is no longer active, it will vanish to nothing. So to do this, Marismo needs a great deal of focus and a lot of energy. She can only hold it for a single hour at a time before she is completely wiped. And she must have both her arms out with her palms up in order to channel the sound correctly. It's a profound task which encompasses about a quarter of a mile around her. And if shots are fired within the barrier, the guns will misfire and possibly kill the holder.

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TRIVIA:
→ I don't kill people on purpose.
→ (She thinks she's dead).
→ I don't sleep in beds.
→ I can't sleep with the lights off.
→ I'm highly skilled in kickboxing and acrobats.
→ I can perform on the tightrope, trampoline, and the trapeze.
→ I have insane balance and precision.
→ I am Celesto and Karis' sister, but I don't have their last name because I had mine changed when I was adopted.
→ I have a pet German Shepherd named Shanx
→ I'm fluent in Drachman.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Reila, Aurel, Spade, Saga, Celesto Toss, Fran, Elastor, Ten

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ 6 guys, 4 girls.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]THE iDOLM@STER[/b]/[i]Miki Hoshii[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ PROTECTOR

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Dynamic Shield

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