Applying for position 4. I'm eager to do a story-driven RP but I am not very into military ranks, weapon specifics etc. So forgive me for being vague.

Sorry if my writing sample makes you question my mental sanity, I was in the moment.

[b]Name:[/b] Momoko Rubitsky

[b]Rank:[/b] Technicians Officer

[b]Physical attributes:[/b] Standing just 5 foot 5 inches, Momoko is short and slight of frame. Her hair is tied back in a tight ponytail. Ripples in her skin reveal the imperfect structure of her build as an android. 

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[b]Personality:[/b] Momoko resembles a twenty something woman, and in most ways her academic knowledge reflects that. However, she has a childlike wonder and thirst for new information, experiences and emotions. Socially, she is basically inept. She cannot read emotions or mask her own. Momoko has extreme trust issues - any friendly physical contact causes her to withdraw or even lash out.

Momoko was built on black market tech, which reflects in her personality. Many expect androids to be virtually perfect beings - this is not the case with Momoko. She gets both anxious and stressed at inconvenient times, however this has yet to impact her performance due to her operating mainly behind the front line of combat. If one studied her, they might see something similar to the human affliction of PTSD, but an android can't suffer that -- right?

Momoko has occasional flashbacks of 'her' human life back on Earth. These come and go in the form of intense headaches and she prefers to ignore them. 

[b]History:[/b] Momoko was constructed in a warehouse in a backwater Russian ghetto by the 'eccentric' engineer Moisey Rubitsky. Moisey created Momoko in the image of the man's lover, a soldier, who died in the Russian-Japanese conflicts. Rubitsky was an outcast because of his love, as there was considerable racism at the time of the conflicts. Alone and heartbroken, the engineer attempted to resurrect Momoko as an AI, but it was illegal for him to create an AI in the image of another person, especially using their memory. So Rubitsky resorted to black market, illegal parts and technology. 

The result was Momoko as Moisey remembered her, but deeply flawed. Momoko didn't remember her life as Moisey's lover well, and she was mentally unstable. What's more, Moisey became increasingly attached to her, unhealthily so. Neither of them ever left the house, the Russian keeping his creation as a love slave all but in name. Momoko could never leave on her own, as her appearance as a Japanese woman would almost certainly her her in trouble, maybe even killed, in the Russian city she lived in.

Momoko escaped this reality by leaving her body into cyberspace, but she could only remain there for a limited amount of time. Eventually, she saw an e-advertisement about the marines going offworld, and Momoko took this opportunity to escape Moisey and sign up for the Marines. Despite her physical and mental setbacks, Momoko excelled at transitioning her mind into nearby technology, essentially able to gain control of anything more advanced than a toaster. Because of this, the Marines took her on. 

That was three years ago. Today, Momoko is still trying to learn the world around her, existing as a ghost in a world where everyone rejected her. 

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	It was her first day in Moisey's house. The Russian's very own Lazarus project had come to an end.
	
	The cartoon figures danced across the static-ridden screen. It was classic anime of Japan, which of course was not broadcasted on any of the Russian channels. It was a recording that Moisey managed to get his hands on while shopping the black market. Momoko giggled as the ridiculous figures interacted, drawing a hand upwards to cover her mouth. Immediately, she felt a hand on her shoulder. A chill washed over her robotic body. "I'm glad you like this," Moisey whispered to the android, "Momoko - you - always said how much you liked anime. And you have her laugh my god - [i]you have her laugh.[/i] It's like you..." Moisey trailed off, unwilling to finish his thought.

	"I remember this show," Momoko offered, her words slow. It would take some getting used to, talking. "She watched it with her sister. Naomi." 

	Moisey pulled away as if Momoko had bitten him. "[i]You[/i] watched it with your sister. You are Momoko." His lip began to quiver. "You are Momoko, and you are my wife. We're..." he grabbed her hand in a swift motion. Momoko tried to pull away, in shock, but the Russian was too fast. "We're in love."

	Momoko was quiet for a moment. "I know you loved her," she whispered. "I'll try and make you happy, husband. I'll try and be her." Moisey's expression turned neutral, and then to one of disgust. He slapped her across the face, hard. Momoko cried out, but was only slapped again. 

	"You're not her. You're not her!" Moisey shouted. "My god, she's dead! My Momoko is dead! And you... you will never replace her!" He spat in Momoko's face. In the next motion, he kissed her. Momoko tried to pull away, but Moisey grabbed her face. The Russian sobbed as he dragged her down onto the bed.

[i]Six months later[/i]

Momoko sighed as the same anime figures appeared on the screen. The tape Moisey got six months ago was the only Japanese anime he could find in Russia, and so they watched it whenever Moisey was trying to be romantic with her. As one of the characters told the same joke, Momoko laughed. As she always did. She knew that Moisey, who had his arm wrapped tightly around her, would be watching for her laugh.

"I love the way you laugh," Moisey smiled at her. The Russian's beard had grown out, as had his hair. The man had only gone outside once or twice in this past month.

"Thank you, husband." 

"I was walking the streets today and I heard tell that the Russo-Japanese conflicts could end within the year, if we're lucky. Would you like to visit Japan together, if that happened? We could finally have a honeymoon!" Moisey laughed and squeezed Momoko tighter. 

"I'd love to!" Momoko squealed, then paused, terrified. Was she too over-eager? Did she seem unappreciative?

Moisey studied his wife for a moment before breaking out into a giant smile. Momoko breathed a sigh of relief. "Then we'll go! Husband and wife! We could visit the place we first met."

"Yes, of course. The flower garden. I was with my sister. We were cloudgazing, when you tripped over my leg." Momoko repeated the story ad-nauseum. Momoko knew how Moisey wanted it retold. "Naomi asked you if you fall for every girl so easily."

"And I said it was just you," Moisey finished with a warm smile, and leaned in to kiss her. For a brief second, Momoko withheld, and she felt Moisey tense up. He pulled her away, looking into her eyes, as Momoko looked into his. What she saw terrified her. Anger, fear, mistrust - as if they were on the edge of a canyon, and Momoko was threatening to jump. 

Momoko quickly kissed the man, and she felt his tension melt away. "I'm going to go make us some dinner," Moisey got up slowly, his joints stiff. "Be back shortly, love."

	Alone, tears began to roll down Momoko's cheeks. She just wanted to be out of that room. Out of this life. She tried to remember her sister, but it only made her cry harder.

	She couldn't remember what her sister looked like.

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[b]Armor:[/b] Momoko wears a light suit of black armor to keep her agile in the field, so she can use her size to her advantage. 

[b]Weapons:[/b] Momoko can often manipulate her environment to act as a weapon, as long as there are electronics around. Beside her technological ability, she carries two small laser pistols.