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CHARACTER NAME: RED Pyro (Mori Momo)
CHARACTER SERIES: Team Fortress 2

[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.

Backtagging: Yes.
Threadhopping: Yes.
Fourthwalling: Most likely yes but just a simple warning would be nice.
Offensive subjects (elaborate): NONE

[IC]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:

Hugging this character: Go ahead. Depending on who you are her reaction will vary.
Kissing this character: Same as above but to a more extreme.
Flirting with this character: Drop all the spaghetti you want, it probably won't end well. Pyro isn't a good flirt even when she's interested in someone.
Fighting with this character: ALWAYS.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Depends on the game. Ask.
Killing this character: Depends on the game. Ask.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: SURE.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Get your own copy of the IC/OOC Permissions meme!

You can talk to Pyro here casually (sorta like dear_mun style or w/e) or request some type of SL. Whatever. Just do it. Don't be shy. <3

Email: moepyro(at)gmail.com
AIM: AIM doesn't exist anymore, can you tell how old this is?
Plurk: Auroradreamaker
Timezone: ~~PST.~~ Nope, we eastern standard time now. <3

Please crit me here. I'm open to any ideas you have for my character. I take crit pretty seriously.

Pyro had gotten used to the years pretending she was a male for all intents and purposes, she had convinced herself to a fault that her female self had to be hidden away at all times in order to keep up the charade. It had worked so far and no one was the wiser. Sure, she might not look as masculine as the others but not every man was born super manly. She was still passable enough visually to look like a young man who would do better in a boy band on American Bandstand then on the battlefield.

Leaning against the base after a hard days work, Pyro smoked and listened to an always frantic Scout go on about Miss Pauling. It was a good thing she could just stare and nod, Scout loved to talk and if she had to give advice on girls she would be pulling shit so far out of her ass. Scout would probably take anything though. It was pretty cute how desperate he was for that woman to accept him and he was obvious, she could only assume that Miss Pauling was a smart enough lady to not mix work and pleasure. A good woman.

[Action//Accidental Video]

The demon behind the young woman had broken free from the bonds. What once was a girl with self-control despite suffering a mental illness, it looked like someone like her could only last so long before they snapped.

She was revealed, exposed for who she truly was.

Yes, a filthy arsonist suited her just fine. It wasn't a bad name. As her flamethrower spread flames over the shops and homes around Paradise she savored the screams and pain of those who suffered.

It was all her fault. As a Pyro, this is what she was. Who had she been before that? Who was Momo? Was Momo really her? No. Momo was someone else inside of her that tried to stop her from having fun. The life she was supposed to live, this was it. This is why she existed. When she ceased to walk on these lands, she would find herself in hell. Satan would have her as his right-hand man and she'd perform the duties of making people feel eternal suffering.

There was a human inside of her. The body she was given must of been fake. No human should of been able to have the tolerance to fire as she had, nor would they get off on it like she did. She had always been a freak, from the moment she found out she could snap her fingers and qualify as her own lighter, she knew she was different.

Her footsteps were strong and prideful. There was no reason to be ashamed. The fact she was alive was proof of that. If she had no purpose, she wouldn't be here.

Through the pops and cracks of the flames roasting on wood, she thought she could hear a voice. Someone--something was calling her.

It's okay, Pyro. It's okay.

((OOC: Phone is being held be Jell-O. Yes, he is enjoying what his mother is doing and showing everyone.))

[Action/Accidental Video]

Pyro is sitting on the edge of the fountain with her legs crossed. Her guitar is being held with both of her hands and is being powered by an amp near her feet. As her fingertips strum over the chords and move precisely up and down the neck, within moments her lips start to form words in a deep emotional tone. The song playing appears to be one from back home. Despite the bit of accent she does have when she is talking, most of it seems to go away when she sings. Perhaps she has memorized the voice of Jimi Hendrix and the precise way he announced his words?

( Dream a dream~ )

[Text]

So, how many of those people that came a month or so ago ended up staying? It seems like plenty.

It looks like I'm going to have to keep my suit on when I go outside now.

Why did you do that?

Aaah, so I spent all of my savings on food today! It's not like it matters one way or the other what I do with my money though. I was going to buy Mr. Hawk a nice new rifle, but lately all he seems to know how to do is talk to pretty skinny female mercenaries. I'm sure he'll be working a different rifle and will have no time for me or a new weapon!

Dear Mr. BLU Sniper,

I have a special present just for you. Do not fret, it is not your death. However, if you do not accept my invitation to give you the gift perhaps I will change my mind and kill you instead.

Sincerely,
RED Pyro

Mr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.

I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?

It feels great to be back in my own body! I've missed using my hands so much. Now I can eat bacon and open things again! Really, those two things are very important!

[There is a squeak in the background.]

That's right, Jell-O says he is happy to see his mother back too. I wonder who was taking care of you while I was gone?

[A few more squeaks come across the feed.]

No one? Did you behave yourself?

[There is no more squeaking.]

I'm taking that as a no. Alright, who's brain matter do I have to clean up?

[After several attempts to turn on the PCD with no proper thumbs, Pyro or Chibi Momo appears on the screen yapping. Placing her paw on the screen, she taps at it and barks again. Unaware, Chibi Momo has not understood that turning into a dog means speaking dog as well. The barks in her ears sound like perfect English.]

Sensei is gone. There was a stuffed panda in his lab waiting for me.

I can't find him anywhere. I've looked everywhere I can possibly think of. I don't know where he could of wondered off to.

By chance, did he come over to your house BLU? That's the last place left I can think of. I've exhausted all my other options, I don't want to think that he left me too.

[Voice]

Merry Smissmas everyone! For those who don't celebrate Smissmas, have a happy Australian Christmas!

Sensei, Sensei! Are you going to go to the party? Let's have fun tonight! I have a special surprise for you.

[Private to BLU Sniper]

Drop by the party, please. I have a gift that you must see.

Can a person taste like their name? Especially if they are named after a food? Is that... possible?

[Text]

The undead are all over town. If all the books I have read are accurate, please aim directly for the head either with a blunt object or a gun. All children who reside here, please stay where you are and I will come to get you. I can provide a haven.

Sniper, I will be needing your assistance. Do not worry, you will be rewarded well.

[Pyro has taken her leave and has told no one where she might be off to. She knew it was better that way. It was time to get away from those she cared about before she lost the tiny bit of sanity that was still keeping her at bay from lighting anything she saw on fire. Wearing her full uniform, the woman breathed in out deeply through her mask as she pressed down on the handle to the flamethrower and let the fire come out freely. It was like the sensation of eating or smoking cigarettes, but a hundred times better. To see her old friend she had been with since she was a little one was a relief.

This friend was angry at her for ignoring it and not letting it come out to play in this new world previously. It was just as curious as her. Oh, yes. She knew that. The way it spread so happily and fast on the ground near the park right now proved it. She could hear it egging her on, to go other places as the wood from the swings crackled and turned black.

It had been a long time, hadn't it? When was the last time she felt free to use her flamethrower? Certainly not in this place. No, in a world with a faulty respawn system she could injure allies and really kill them.

It was all a pain. A nuisance. Did she have to behave? Maybe it was worth being punished, she broke the rules back home... why should she be 'good' here?

As she ran off in another direction, her flames swallowed up everything in it's path. The beautiful flowers quickly burnt away, the building that Pyro called her workplace had met it's destruction next. Firefighter had not been as good as word as she had thought it been. Had she been so stupid as to think she could have a job where she got paid to cause fires in Paradise? They only wanted her to put them out. They wanted her to hurt the thing she loved most. It made her want to cry...

Within a few hours, a large section of the city would be glowing an orange color. If one listened closely enough; through the flames, they might hear the maniacal laughter of a person inside.]

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o hay I'm actually bein a dude lol Pyro x Sniper IT'S A TRAP

And it burns.

A mask of concealer on top of another mask.

RED Pyro/Mori Momo's Dreamscape

I will save you from the horror of my fat and burn scars.

[Text][Directed at RED Sniper but open to everyone.]

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[Public][Text] #2 Sniper

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Kidnap me and take me away to a party I'd rather not be at!

Flame #17 [Text] VAGUE POST IS VAGUE.

Flame #16

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