Cɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ Rᴇɢɪsᴛʀʏ

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Cɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ Rᴇɢɪsᴛʀʏ
name: Momo Hinamori
age: 21
appearance:

1, 2, 3

Still petite but keeps her hair in a side braid or ponytail, sometimes in a messy bun minus the cloth and ribbon. Definitely on the thinner side but with a bit more obvious muscle tone. There's a couple faint scars on her sides and along the outer and inner parts of her thighs, remnants of her foster father.

occupation: A paid, part-time intern at a mid-level hospital and a receptionist at a ground floor acupuncturist clinic.
residence: Above an acupuncture clinic.
fix:

Momo's actual fix is overcoming her fear of being useless, especially when it comes to helping others, and her hunger for acknowledgement. This can manifest itself in a few ways: a simple "thank you" would make her feel good, praise would make her feel even better, with the best fix coming from people that are harder to get praise from or whom she respects the most. Since her fix is relatively easy to get, she's usually set for a while if she does a few favors in a week and if she does manage to get praise from say, someone like Grimmjow whom she admires greatly, she would probably be set for at least a few weeks to a month.

It could also manifest in the type of favors she does for someone in conjunction to the praise; the more illicit the favor, the better the fix.

permissions: yo
record:

Like many other children in Auslosen, Momo's life was far from perfect. Raised by a single mother with weak lungs was no easy task, especially with the sheer amount of pollution in the air. Obtaining the medicine required to treat her mother's illness was difficult and her mother usually went without taking it, saving the money to use for food and rent to keep the roof above their heads. Though their situation was stressful, her mother loved her very much and did the best she could to ensure Momo was healthy. When Momo turned ten, her mother finally succumbed to her illness and passed away, leaving her with a tin box of her savings. With no other family to go to and without a means of surviving on her own, Momo was taken into the foster system where she was adopted by a family a few months later.

A couple years passed this way: Momo was a good girl and kept her head down, going to school when she was told and doing her homework every night after dinner. Her adoptive parents mostly left her to her own devices, giving more attention to their biological daughter instead, who often picked on Momo and took advantage of her quietness. While her foster family did make sure she ate, most of Momo's necessities were purchased on her own with the money her mother left for her; other things such as clothing were given to her by her adoptive sister when she outgrew them. However, things took a turn for the worse again when Momo was twelve and came home one day to find her parents dead in their living room, her adoptive sister hiding under the bed with a deep cut on her arm. With nothing left to salvage and all their valuables taken by the loan sharks that killed her foster parents, Momo wrapped up her sister's arm in a towel and took her to the nearest clinic to hopefully get her treated.

It was while waiting in the lobby of the run-down clinic when she decided that she wanted to become a doctor, gripping her sister's hand tightly and feeling helpless watching her face becoming more and more pale, just like she felt watching her mother become sicker by the day. Fortunately, the fact that Momo was able to act quickly saved her sister's arm and she was spared from amputation, left with a line of rough stitches instead. Afterwards, her sister's aunt came to pick her up and Momo was sent back to the foster system to find a new family.

Momo was tossed from one home to the next during the year after her foster parents' murder, her new parents always sending her back once they found out about her previous family. No one wanted to have anything to do with debt collectors, especially with the child whose family could still owe money. While it was a lonely life, Momo didn't seem to mind too much, absorbing herself in her studies and her aspiration to become a doctor. She spent most of her time at school and at various bookstores, looking up books on the human anatomy and various other medical textbooks to learn as much as she could. Things changed again the year she turned fourteen, when one of her foster fathers began drinking and sexually abusing her. It started slowly: he would ask Momo to do small things for him at first, such as rubbing his shoulders or feet when he came home late at night. While Momo was wary, he would always praise her for her gentle hands and how good she made him feel afterwards and it made her happy -- something she hadn't felt in a very long time. It made her eager to please him more and, sensing that eagerness, her foster father quickly escalated the intensity of the favors he would ask of her.

It wasn't until her foster father nearly raped her one night that she finally decided to fight back, knocking him out with a glass bottle before taking his money and running away. With no where to go, Momo stayed on the streets and at school, lingering on campus until the janitors kicked her out. She survived on meager supplies of food, loathe to spend the rest of her mother's and foster father's money in case she needed it. On a particularly cold night, an elderly acupuncturist stumbled upon Momo and took her in, letting her sleep in the small flat above the clinic. In return, Momo helped out in the clinic after school and learned the skills of the trade, picking it up a lot more quickly than expected.

While the clinic did fairly well, especially after Momo's help to take the load off the acupuncturist, supplies were hard to come by due to their constant shortage in funds. Eventually, Momo took matters into her own hands and started stealing supplies, breaking into other clinics and hospitals at night and taking whatever they needed the most. Despite it being dangerous, Momo did it without complaint, feeling it was the least she could do for the elderly lady she had taken to calling "grandmother". If her grandmother suspected anything of her night time routines, she never said anything and would instead give Momo a sad smile and a hug, whispering her thanks her in her ear. It filled Momo with the sense of happiness and acknowledgement she longed for, and things progressed the same until she turned seventeen and was approached by a few gang members after school.

They told her they needed her help treating another gang member's wounds, that they would pay her if she agreed, and that they would burn down her grandmother's clinic if not. Momo agreed without hesitation and, despite still being new to treating wounds, patched him up well. The same gang called her again a few weeks later and it soon became a routine, the injuries of the men becoming more severe than the last. It seemed as long as she was able to keep them alive, she did her job right and they sent her off with a couple wads of cash. Eventually, they asked her to do different things aside from treating wounds, using her skill in acupuncture to extract information for the gang during interrogations. It was here that she met Grimmjow, the person whom the gang hired as muscle, and they would often pair them up with the job of getting information or anything else the gang wanted. While she never liked doing them, the gang paid her well and she (sort of) got to know Grimmjow, whose blunt and direct nature provided a respite from the lies and meaningless words she had dealt with her whole life.

During the month after she graduated high school, Grimmjow disappeared and the gang told her that they didn't require her services anymore, sending her off with a thick envelope of cash to keep her quiet. Before they could change their minds to keep her quiet permanently, Momo and her grandmother moved that same night across the city, opening a smaller clinic on the second floor of a tower using the money the gang had given her. In the years after that, Momo worked in the clinic and managed to get an internship at another hospital to try to save up money for medical school. Things finally seemed normal again, at least until the dreams began.