Tomoyo ‘Tomtom’ Melody-Chiba
Tomoyo is a 15 year old spitfire. Hailing from a family of Egyptian and Japanese blood, she often treats the world like it is out to get her. Personally.
TomTom stands at an easy 5’5”, and weighs a solid 150 pounds. She dresses like a street punk, and wears her emotions on his sleeve. Literally, she has monster-shaped patches that she wears on her school-blazer depending on her mood for the day.
Tomoyo is aggressive, loud, and utterly unashamed of what she feels or thinks or says. Clearly it’s YOUR fault if you can’t stand the heat of her kitchen, she never chooses to be mean on purpose after all. She refuses to abide by bullies, even though she can often come across as one. She’s a contradiction, and will refuse to acknowledge that.
She spends most of her time at school, somewhat ironically, or out on the streets with a small group of ‘delinquent’ friends. They mostly stroll about, hunting down those who actively accost others, showing no fear as they cajole, harass, or physically intervene on whatever they find deplorable.
For better or worse.
Her parents often try to convince her to ‘stand down’ and ‘take it easy’.
But when has that ever worked?
Imagine her surprise when she finds herself suddenly attached to a revolutionary warrior. An adult, and a friend, who for ONCE doesn’t tell her that she’s being too ‘much’. That she’s being too rude, too open, too high energy.
Imagine that.
Usai
Imagine, if you will, that your life was one of strife. Of living every day from the moment you were old enough to hold your mother’s khopesh, to the moment when your lover turns her reed arrows on you. Every day, you fought against a kingdom who saw you as cattle. Who thought of your poor brother as a machine. Who hardly paid mind to his preventable early end.
Every day, you fought to shake the shackles of slavery, to shatter the skull of that horrid pharaoh who saw you and yours and theirs as nothing but property. Well treated, perhaps, property, but property.
Every. Day.
Even when you laughed with your fellows, you burned with defiance.
Even when you laid in bed, ‘safe’, you raged inside.
Even when your uncle, the former soldier that he was, trained you to hold that blade correctly, your flame was only tempered.
Then, you die.
Then, finally, just as you walk the fields to find that gentle peace… You’re attached to a
child.A child who burns with the same fervor for life that you did. Who is lonelier than you ever were. Who is trying so hard, to be true to herself and to others…
Well.
What’s one more chance to taste all that the world owes you, and get the last laugh on your (hopefully) long gone ex, and oppressor. Help a child, fight some more, live a new life, eh?
It doesn't hurt that the girl reminds you of yourself, and you’d really rather not see someone make the same mistakes. Especially in a world where time has marched on to something… Unfamiliar.
Usai appears as a menacing warrior woman from ancient Egypt, hair kept in tight braids and kohl shining with golden light. She wears hardened leather straps as her armor, with otherwise ‘standard’ linen tunic and trousers to protect her further. Above her heart blooms a startlingly red lotus flower. She is often smiling.
[With the standard powers of a Mahou Shoujou, Tomoyo supplements her increased strength and endurance with unyielding will. To put Tomtom down is to hold back the floods of the Nile.
Usai grants her ward the ability to summon weapons of myriad make and age (usually those from Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Japanese history). These weapons appear, made from starlight and constellations.
Additionally, Tomoyo and Usai have learned to shout-chant in unison, bolstering the ‘fighting spirit’ of those around them. Stars float about those who take up the call, shielding them somewhat from harm, and burning with candle-light to hold the dark at bay.]
