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Description

Name: "Momoko"
Pokemon: "Happiny", possessed by Yamask
Age: Decades; previously 19
Height: 5''3
Village: Gale Spring
Job: Poacher, Thief, Human Trafficker; previously Logger
Ability: Natural Cure
Attacks: Pound, Sweet Kiss
Likes: Umbrella Blade Made by Hiku, Cute/Round Things, Cake and Sweets, Forests and Nature, Rain
Dislikes: Bitter Food, Splinters, Spiders, Heights, Large Bodies Of Water, Being Seen When Crying
Personality:
An inherently selfish and needy creature, it takes what it wants without regard for the lives it may be affecting to fill the emptiness inside it’s own mind. At first it only affected others and lived beside them like an addition, a parasite with little will or need to use their host as permanent puppets. But now with it’s new partner, it has become emboldened with the desire to become it’s own living being and has subjugated its new host and taken complete control of her body.
It plays the conniving villain well, and works diligently to make the plans of the mastermind move forward. It seems not to be searching for anything in particular, just it’s own continued survival.
This was the first time the ghost had invaded a mind with no subtlety, and the unintended consequence was that the mind pushed back with equal measure. Momoko’s mind bled into and filled the empty spaces in the yamask’s like water. Preferences, habits, and even personality traits became accidentally incorporated into the ghost’s as part of the transformation. In a way, the happiny has more agency than the ghost is even aware of. The difference in opinions and personality creates some unavoidable conflict within itself, and try as it may it cannot rid the body of it’s original mind.
The ghost enjoys taunting the people in the previous Momoko's life and holding the body over their heads like a trophy.
History: It started with death. It always does.
It hardly remembers much from when it was still a living thing. It was a farmer, very poor it thinks. It remembers hungry nights and threadbare clothing. It remembers the warmth of the hearth too, warm hut, warm hands holding it’s own. The worn face of their old mother, the sunken little cheeks of their younger siblings, perhaps what was a lover long dead. Those were the few scant memories it had left to it, like someone thrown from their home with a few tokens death threw it to the winds of the world with not but a few memories of their former life. Not even a name.
Like all yamask, it felt the lost of it’s mortal life very keenly. The yamask had nothing to do but wait, for some notion to occur to it or some event to take place. Even it’s new corporal form seemed only to linger in the shadows by it’s own corpse, unwilling or unable to move pass ot’s loss, wallowing in it’s own grief.
Until one day some children discovered it’s weeping mask lying by the wayside. It was content to watch them play with it, until one put it on. It was suddenly transported into that new body, was suddenly that child plus a little extra. It found it could enjoy the ride, and it found it could influence the body without the host even being aware of it. And it found joy. And pain. It found that being someone, even if it wasn’t themself, was easier than waiting and being nothing.
So it sought out others to be.
It took the body of a soldier and fought in the many needless wars of feuding daimyos of the south. The body of an old fisherman and lived out it’s days in relative peace by the sea dividing the Jade Emporium and the Sun Empire. A traveller so that every day it saw something different.
And every time it wore a new body the void in it’s mind got a little fuller. All of the memories of the people it possessed stuck with the yamask and became a part of the ever growing mass of experiences inside of it. Men, women, children. It tried each like a shoe, sometimes wearing them for a day and then, sometimes for a lifetime.
It ‘lived’ this way for a long time, travelling all throughout the Sun Empire in different bodies without rest. It thought itself invincible. Until it was exorcised from it’s latest body, some daughter of a lord had found her behaviour odd and called for one before the yamask could find a different host.
So it laid there by the wayside again, thrown with the garbage from the mansion. It was frightened by it’s own powerlessness after having been undetected for so many lifetimes. Once again the ghost waited for some notion to occur to it, unsure of how to proceed and perhaps hoping another being would pick the mask up and give it another life to exist in.
Until one day someone came upon it and made it an offer and it had nothing to lose and everything to gain. A body it wouldn’t have to return, abnormal strength beyond what it had ever known, a guarantee that it would never be exorcised again, and the one thing it had never had in all it’s afterlife. A reason to exist as itself.

Notes:

- Not only is the umbrella commissioned from Hiku a great club, but also contains a long dagger in its handle
- It has a very strong attachment to all of it's 'friends' and follows them around just to see what they are up to
- Its group doesn't have a healer, but due to the body's influence it is repulsed by evolution and refuses to stop wearing the everstone Taihei had given to it
- The scar on it's shoulder is a year old, from an old battle with some poachers, and yet is still raw due to it ripping open constantly
- The ghost prefers using the left hand as the shoulder injury makes the right weaker
- Pose references from: fav.me/dbp1cfx

Description

Name: "Momoko"
Pokemon: "Happiny", possessed by Yamask
Age: Decades; previously 19
Height: 5''3
Village: Gale Spring
Job: Poacher, Thief, Human Trafficker; previously Logger
Ability: Natural Cure
Attacks: Pound, Sweet Kiss
Likes: Umbrella Blade Made by Hiku, Cute/Round Things, Cake and Sweets, Forests and Nature, Rain
Dislikes: Bitter Food, Splinters, Spiders, Heights, Large Bodies Of Water, Being Seen When Crying
Personality:
An inherently selfish and needy creature, it takes what it wants without regard for the lives it may be affecting to fill the emptiness inside it’s own mind. At first it only affected others and lived beside them like an addition, a parasite with little will or need to use their host as permanent puppets. But now with it’s new partner, it has become emboldened with the desire to become it’s own living being and has subjugated its new host and taken complete control of her body.
It plays the conniving villain well, and works diligently to make the plans of the mastermind move forward. It seems not to be searching for anything in particular, just it’s own continued survival.
This was the first time the ghost had invaded a mind with no subtlety, and the unintended consequence was that the mind pushed back with equal measure. Momoko’s mind bled into and filled the empty spaces in the yamask’s like water. Preferences, habits, and even personality traits became accidentally incorporated into the ghost’s as part of the transformation. In a way, the happiny has more agency than the ghost is even aware of. The difference in opinions and personality creates some unavoidable conflict within itself, and try as it may it cannot rid the body of it’s original mind.
The ghost enjoys taunting the people in the previous Momoko's life and holding the body over their heads like a trophy.
History: It started with death. It always does.
It hardly remembers much from when it was still a living thing. It was a farmer, very poor it thinks. It remembers hungry nights and threadbare clothing. It remembers the warmth of the hearth too, warm hut, warm hands holding it’s own. The worn face of their old mother, the sunken little cheeks of their younger siblings, perhaps what was a lover long dead. Those were the few scant memories it had left to it, like someone thrown from their home with a few tokens death threw it to the winds of the world with not but a few memories of their former life. Not even a name.
Like all yamask, it felt the lost of it’s mortal life very keenly. The yamask had nothing to do but wait, for some notion to occur to it or some event to take place. Even it’s new corporal form seemed only to linger in the shadows by it’s own corpse, unwilling or unable to move pass ot’s loss, wallowing in it’s own grief.
Until one day some children discovered it’s weeping mask lying by the wayside. It was content to watch them play with it, until one put it on. It was suddenly transported into that new body, was suddenly that child plus a little extra. It found it could enjoy the ride, and it found it could influence the body without the host even being aware of it. And it found joy. And pain. It found that being someone, even if it wasn’t themself, was easier than waiting and being nothing.
So it sought out others to be.
It took the body of a soldier and fought in the many needless wars of feuding daimyos of the south. The body of an old fisherman and lived out it’s days in relative peace by the sea dividing the Jade Emporium and the Sun Empire. A traveller so that every day it saw something different.
And every time it wore a new body the void in it’s mind got a little fuller. All of the memories of the people it possessed stuck with the yamask and became a part of the ever growing mass of experiences inside of it. Men, women, children. It tried each like a shoe, sometimes wearing them for a day and then, sometimes for a lifetime.
It ‘lived’ this way for a long time, travelling all throughout the Sun Empire in different bodies without rest. It thought itself invincible. Until it was exorcised from it’s latest body, some daughter of a lord had found her behaviour odd and called for one before the yamask could find a different host.
So it laid there by the wayside again, thrown with the garbage from the mansion. It was frightened by it’s own powerlessness after having been undetected for so many lifetimes. Once again the ghost waited for some notion to occur to it, unsure of how to proceed and perhaps hoping another being would pick the mask up and give it another life to exist in.
Until one day someone came upon it and made it an offer and it had nothing to lose and everything to gain. A body it wouldn’t have to return, abnormal strength beyond what it had ever known, a guarantee that it would never be exorcised again, and the one thing it had never had in all it’s afterlife. A reason to exist as itself.

Notes:

- Not only is the umbrella commissioned from Hiku a great club, but also contains a long dagger in its handle
- It has a very strong attachment to all of it's 'friends' and follows them around just to see what they are up to
- Its group doesn't have a healer, but due to the body's influence it is repulsed by evolution and refuses to stop wearing the everstone Taihei had given to it
- The scar on it's shoulder is a year old, from an old battle with some poachers, and yet is still raw due to it ripping open constantly
- The ghost prefers using the left hand as the shoulder injury makes the right weaker
- Pose references from: fav.me/dbp1cfx