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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Motoko Kusanagi || Ghost in the Shell
Your Name: Mica
Your Journal: Mica_Silverwind
Your Email: evilshrimpy@yahoo.com
Your AIM: pearlyunicorn1
Character:
Character's Name: Major Motoko Kusanagi
Character's Fandom: Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex
Character's Home Universe: Wiki Link (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_in_the_Shell:_Stand_Alone_Complex)
Physical Appearance: Appearance Link (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/Motoko_Outfits.JPG)
Personality: The Major is a character with a strong sense of Justice and a powerful military background. Because of this, she tends to focus her loyalties either on herself and her own moral code, or on a single authority figure or commander. Generally she obeys the laws, at least in spirit, and bends her morals for no one. she abhors uneccessary killing, but makes no bones about causing death herself, if she must. No-nonsense, utterly professional in the field, she’s as sharp as a tack, and a bit of a loner. She’s not given to long speeches, but rather short and pointed remarks. Surprisingly, she can be quite playful, as evidenced on an occasion when her partner Batou asked her why she didn’t switch to a male prosthetic body because of its superior physical strength, insinuating that she was sacrificing a tactical advantage for sentimental reasons. The Major replied by challenging him to a sparring match, in which she hacked his body and used it to beat Batou up in her own variation of the old ‘stop hitting yourself’ gag. Her reply? “So long as I can turn the strength of my enemies against me, having a weaker body isn’t a problem.” An important part of her personality is that she wears an old watch at all times. It is a visual clue that she has carried with her for as long as she has been an adult, and is the sole external symbol of sentimentality that she carries. Motoko has little patience for frippary, and holds in high esteem variation and individuality. In her words, including eve a supposedly weaker element in a team is an asset, due to the unique skill and knowledge they bring to the table. Homogenity is 'slow death.' Known of by many, known by few, and as always unpredictable, Motoko has a weakness for mysterious AI, a penchant for jumping off of both metaphorical and literal cliffs, and risky though usually successful maneuvers.
Motoko Kusanagi || Ghost in the Shell (continued)
The Major weighs as much as a small car, and is physically strong enough to dismantle the same bare-handed. In addition, her body comes with the ability to selectively dampen and boost senses, so that her ability to sense pain, cold, heat, ect can be turned down, up or off as needed. This too applies to hearing and vision, although for the purposes of comfort, all these settings are kept at a neutral default. Motoko is capable of taking both video and stills from the perspective of her eyes. Because her brain is technically a computer, she is nearly always able to forge wireless connections with computer systems that support it. Barring this, there are data-ports at the back of her neck, which she can use via an extending wire to hard-connect to any compatible plug.
As a hacker, Motoko is commonly described as the very best in the entire world. A direct quote from the canon would be "Her abilities are rarer than ESP. She's completely indispensable." Using her lifelong experience with her cyborg body, and the apparently effortless mental connection she forges to most computers, Motoko seems to make most machine and computer gadgets do what she wants more by psychic power or magic than the feat of raw skill and technology such an accomplishment is. So great is the gap in skill between herself and the world that she is capable of hacking directly into other's brains as easily as opening a window and looking out. Her talent and expertise, coupled with her experience and the tools are her disposal are incredibly powerful.
Sample: Motoko's hand reached out, wet and slick as a newborn's. Perhaps the better phrase was new-made, given her ordinary state of existence. It was like a dream of waking from floating in a sea of oil, the vestigial memories of manufacturing left behind from the testing of a new cyberbrain. It was quiet, and cold; automatically she dampened the appropriate nerves, killing the gooseflesh. The egress behind her was slick and wet on the inside, dry and firm on the outside, coated with some half-rubberized material that made it easy to clean and difficult to grip. She opened her eyes, not bothering to brush slicked-down hair out of their way. No matter; it was dark as well, or rather dim in the entryway, and as moist as a water-wrought limestone tomb. She stepped forward confidently, with no trace of newborn wobble, and though her shell was nude, she dampened the sensory-feedback and found herself comfortable.
Incautious, she reached out, open connections in the computer that was herself, and felt like a wave of light around her the net. Blessed connection, the Net truly was vast and infinite— even here it persisted in its own form, the wireless, invisible manifestation of man's potential for limitless adaptation and creation. There were very few prisons that could isolate one from that all-encompassing, eternal flow of data across the surface of the human race that The Net had become, and certainly none of those were in Japan, unless one counted deep underwater, or inside a Faraday cage. Tentatively, she tried a radio signal, already knowing it would prove futile, "Batou?"
No response. Humbling, that cut-off silence. Still, this was better than nothing, so the Major stepped out among the spilled and dripping solvent that had come from her 'rebirth' and with a complete lack of body-consciousness struck out to find her place. Some decontamination; she'd had worse.
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