Character: Ryuugasaki Momoko
Series: Shimotsuma Monogatari/Kamikaze GirlsCharacter Age: 17
Canon: Momoko is a modern Japanese teenager who wishes she'd been born 18th-century European nobility. As it is, she's a Lolita who's devoted to living a Rococo lifestyle, basically meaning that she values form over function. In fact, she prefers things that are pretty but utterly useless to things that are useful. To this end, she refuses to work or develop any real skills, instead spending most of her time doing embroidery and shopping for clothes, which are very important to her. Despite her frilly exterior and professed belief that women should be fragile and ladylike, however, she's also incredibly stubborn and independent in her own way.
Her speech patterns, incidentally, are a rather strange mix of formal, old-fashioned language and more ordinary teenage talk.Sample App:And to think I was actually looking forward to this trip to America.
Well, it's not Europe, but it might still be interesting. At any rate, it has to be better than Shimotsuma, home of thousands of rice paddies and about as many idiots... is what I thought. Unfortunately, it seems I was wrong. Shimotsuma, for all its faults, at least had roads, which is more than I can say for this place. And as hard as it is to get into the Rococo spirit while strolling past the endless rice paddies of home, it's harder still when strolling through a swamp. I really don't think that this was a common pastime for French noblewomen ("What shall we do after luncheon, Marie?" "Why don't we go slog through ankle-deep mud?" "Oh yes, that sounds lovely!" Yeah right). My shoes may never be the same- to say nothing of my dress. If they can't be salvaged, I will
not be happy.
It is especially hard to feel properly delicate and feminine while carrying a shotgun. A shotgun is not, and never will be, a delicate and feminine weapon. There is absolutely no way to make it one. Even if it were pink and had lace and ribbons... not that it would actually look good like that. In fact, I have a bit of trouble even picturing it. If I must have a gun, I could at least have gotten one of those little pistols with the pearl handles that ladies in novels sometimes keep in their purses and bedside drawers. Now,
that would be a more proper sort of weapon- not that I'd use it, of course, but it would look better. Almost elegant, even. This... well, isn't. (And don't even get me started on this tracksuit they gave me. Ugh, tracksuits- as if I haven't seen enough of those at home to last me a lifetime.) And besides, I'm not quite sure I understand why I was given a gun in the first place- not only do I not know how to use it, I have yet to run across anything to use it on.
... All right, make that nothing except for the ravening horde of wild animals that appear to be eyeing me from the trees (where on earth did those come from? And what
are they?).
Well, looks like it's time to start running away!