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Momoko Hirata uses she / her / hers pronouns.
Ms. Hirata is quite satisfied with her own company, partly as an overcompensation from her clingy high school years and partly because she just plain does not feel alone when she's alone. She forces herself to fill her social calendar more than she'd like, however, because becoming a loner bounty hunter is so much of a cliché that it would be entirely beneath her dignity. Gym buddies are a favorite excuse to socialize while not actually allowing people to disrupt her routine.
Her emotional control is quite good, as the notion of placing any person beyond the reach of her ethics and personal standards is just about the ugliest idea Hirata can imagine. She mistrusts her own love of a good stimulating fight, and consequently avoids indulging for fear that she might do something extreme enough to endanger her good standing with the Florida Department of Financial Services. She'd like to seem more harmless than she is, and is quite baffled at how poorly this works. There is something in the delay before a false facial expression that gives her away as suspicious.
One of her most difficult personal conflicts is what to do about people she can actually relate to. There's an extent to which Hirata does not consider people like herself to be very good company. If someone's job or hobbies or personal life include any reasonable expectation of violence, Hirata often assumes there must be something wrong with them. She will frequently mistrust anybody she 'clicks' with until she sees some indication that their control is as good as hers, or at least a priority for them.
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Appearance Ms. Hirata is a little taller than the average Japanese woman at 5'5", which is still far from formidable. She kept a lot of her gawkiness from adolescence, but years as something of a fitness and martial arts nerd allowed her to pack on more muscle than most women with her build. She has the powerful frame and tough joints of a volleyball player, hustling the occasional tourist on the beach with brutal opening spikes and snake-quick attack blocks.
She keeps her hair at shoulder length or shorter, and when she's working it's always tightly braided back to avoid offering any targets of opportunity. Her ears are pierced, but she mostly wears clip-on earrings. She wears no rings. She always makes sure her clothes have pockets. If she sees a cute skort at Wal-Mart but it doesn't have pockets, she will pay twice as much online for one that does. They have to be real pockets, too, the kind she could actually put things in without every contour visible from down the block. Skinny jeans are dead to her for this and several other reasons. Sneakers or boots only.
Her scars are myriad but have tended to heal quite well. She has an excellent health insurance plan.
To those who can see a creature's essential nature, she looks like any typical high-energy human except that crawling over and into and out of her astral body are numerous spectral insects. Specifically, they are wasps. A skilled entomologist would spot them as being of no consistent species. If this is upsetting to them, they probably should not stick around to hear her refer to them as bees.
Abilities Heart of the Swarm - Hirata is host to a hive of spectral wasps. They can leave her body through any orifice (yes, any), and return the same way. She exchange communication with them that hive insects could give or receive amongst each other, which means that the wasps can see into the ultraviolet for her and solve the salesman's dilemma more quickly than a computer, but not do math for her or deliver messages. Any major injury has a one in six chance to release some involuntarily. They will return when Hirata is calm, or when more than half the currently manifested insects are destroyed. In a last-ditch emergency, Hirata can dissolve herself into a swarm that has her emergent consciousness (until more than half are destroyed, at which point Hirata will revert to her human form both badly injured and seriously out of touch with human social realities).
Side Effect: Colony Collapse Disorder - Scaling social disorientation after dismissing all her insects. After things are nice and simple where it's possible to tell by scent who belongs and who's good, suddenly DECISIONS need to happen and only one brain has to do it all by itself and so she gets weird mix of paranoia and suggestibility for a bit (depending on how her constituent insects felt about a person or situation). The more confused bees she contains after the fact, the worse her disorientation will be. Full swarm form typically leaves her latched onto a caretaker for 24-48 hours, a caretaker chosen almost entirely by whether her constituent insects thought they smelled safe.
[*]cooking for one
[*]explaining to people why she likes them
[*]staying in contact with friends
[*]poor alcohol tolerance
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More InfoMomo Hirata has few memories of a time before the Church of Scientology, as her parents signed over most of their lives to the Church the year she turned four. For the next ten years, she went to school in Clearwater, saw doctors that were church-approved, and avoided so-called suppressive persons and agencies like mainstream medical professionals and the government. If she had issues with aggression, it was obviously something she needed to work off with good wholesome physical activity and extensive auditing.
It took the specter of Y2K to dislodge the Hiratas, and her parents left the Church for an even more extreme faith community, the Light in Shadow. Extraplanar creatures being as apparently common as they are, it seemed no great stretch to her parents to believe just about anything. At the passing of the millenium, anything could happen. Anything! They did not want to be there for the seemingly-inevitable monstrous invasions and blights and whatever else the Supernatural community had waiting for the appointed time, so they opted to leave with the Light. Among the guards set to keep law enforcement from the compound was 15 year old Momo-chan with her sniper rifle. As part of the last wave of planned suicides, Momo opted not to join the others. Her reluctance was noted by comrades and on that day Momo counted her first kill. Another sentry threw her over the wall and left her for dead, where she was retrieved and sent to actual proper doctors for the first time in a decade.
As a minor and apparent tragic heroine of some variety, most of her troubles after the loss of her parents were members of the press. Custody of her reverted to 'extended family' within the Church of Scientology, so back she went. As a way to challenge her questionable skills and channel her apparent emotional troubles, she was offered a career track with SeaOrg, the CoS's paramilitary arm. She refused to swear off premarital sex for the rest of her life, and was taken for an introspection rundown.
An introspection rundown is a period of complete isolation. Someone with such an unusual burden of traumatized body thetans needed serious assistance. Even the sentries posted were not permitted to exchange words with her, communicating answers to yes or no questions entirely nonverbally. It took three weeks for anything atypically hideous to happen, as these body thetans were finally dislodged from the girl. Far from being Xenu's victimized revenants still reeling from the great Incident, these were angry droning insects. Momo's isolation became self-enforced, demanding that she be fed properly and then driving away all visitors so that she could be alone with her swarm.
That was another week, a better one... at least for Momo. When she was ready to deal with people again, she stalked the hallways of her dormitory and mostly demanded of strangers that they retrieve snacks from vending machines. Since it was obvious by then that restraining her would prove difficult by even the most optimistic estimations, the sixteen year old was declared to be an Operating Thetan, explaining both her condition and the entitlement of the CoS to utilize it. Instead of going to high school in 2001, she was trained by SeaOrg to shadow and harry so-called Suppressive Persons. In 2007 she appealed to the state and had herself emancipated, thus getting herself declared a Suppressive Person. She moved to Miami. Clearwater had gotten a little too familiar.
Work as a waitress taught her self-restraint, and exposed her to ways of life that she hadn't heard more than rumors of. In 2009 she got her GED. On her walk home from work, she broke up a fight between two girls and beat the more belligerent of the two with a brick. The other fled, and when Momoko called the police, they discovered an outstanding warrant and a reward for the girl she'd subdued. Momo hadn't even known bounties were still a real thing in actual reality, and the cop she spoke with assured her that it was an actual career.
As soon as she started the correspondence course to learn the legal aspects of being a bail agent, Momoko was in love. Here was a job where she could select whom to go bother, where she got to decide what she did when she found them, and where she got a reward she could actually use: money. If it ever gets old, or whenever she does, she figures she'll go into landscaping. Seems like a good way to stay spry into her old age, assuming she ever reaches it.