This looks a little dead, but I've got a character in my head now so I might as well see how she rolls.
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Name: Matsumoto Momoka
Alias in the DgtWld: MadMoMo 
Age: 23
Average Appearance:
 [img=http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/037/4/a/wicked_by_dmantz-d38yc9k.jpg]

Corrector Appearance: 
[img=http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2012/257/8/5/the_guilty_mask_by_valkyreon-d5eoew6.png]

Weapon of Choice: 
[img=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/209/f/a/old_steel_by_paladin89-d58zngz.jpg]

Cell Phone: [img=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/221/8/e/Transparent_Cell_Phone_by_WALLEBob.jpg] 

Personality:
+Focused
+Innovative
+Precise
+Playful
-Deviant
-Passive-Aggressive

Background:
 As far as Momo’s father was concerned she was a disappointment by fourteen months when it took her too long to start walking; her mother was too hopped up on anti-depressants being shown off as her father’s trophy at corporate social gatherings to be any real support. The only child coming from a family of highly successful only children, everyone expected Momo to hit the ground running. She was supposed to be golden girl who would carry on the family business, the smartest, the fastest, the best. And by most standards she was—a beautiful little girl who shut up and kept to herself at the dinner table while the boss was around, if she was anyone else’s child it would have been enough. But Matsumoto Saito was not anyone else, and his daughter was not enough. Top ten percent meant there was still nine percent to go, and anyone under that was an idiot anyway. Hardly worthy competition.

Momo’s young life was spent at so many different lessons or activities—dance, piano, violin, English, gymnastics—that by the time she was ten years old she was having at least one meltdown a month. Jammed in her room with her chair propped up against the door, she would scream at her nanny, who learned early to shoo her father away before he got [i]really[/i] upset, that she just wanted to do nothing. She didn’t want to do anything. It was around this time that she began to fall into the digital world more and more, spacing out and letting it carry her away to somewhere where she could just listen to music and do nothing.

As she grew older she grew more rebellious. Sometimes she flatly refused to do anything. Sometimes she purposely messed it up, right in front of everyone, just to see the look on her father’s face. Sometimes she didn’t bother to cover the occasional bruise that showed up on her cheek at dinners, so sometimes she didn’t have to go. When she was eighteen her father finally cut her off, told her to get out of his house and come back when she was ready to appreciate what he’d done for her and ‘be a big girl’.
Instead she found an apartment, found a job, and sent daddy pictures whenever she bothered to remember.

Nobody likes to find out their daughter’s a stripper.

Some Info I need your input on: 

Do you want our characters to already know each other? 
No strong preferences either way. 

Do you often frequent an OOC of a RP you're in? 
Occasionally but not typically as an active participant.

How active can you see yourself being in this RP? 
A post every day isn’t unreasonable, sometimes more, but I might miss a day here and there.

Any questions you have for me?
Not particularly.
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