PLAYER STUFFName: Maggie
Pronoun: she/her
Email address: neomeg@bellsouth.net
Preferred contact: tumblr (omixgirl10)
Other characters: n/a
CHARACTER STUFFName: Miko Nakadai
Aliases: 'you with the phone'
Canon: Transformers: PrimeRole: Intrepid Reporter/Constantly Self-Endangering Civilian
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: like this. Miko's maybe 5'2", has black-and-pink hair, and honestly still looks about fourteen; she tends toward brightly-colored, often somewhat mismatched clothing choices.
Origin story: Miko Nakadai grew up in a loving, healthy, decently well-off home in Tokyo with her parents and two cats. She went to a great school and took piano lessons. She was also bored out of her mind.
Miko's first attempt to escape her parents' watchful eyes and find some excitement was when she was fifteen; she joined a foreign exchange program and went to school in Jasper, Nevada for a year. As it turned out, though, Jasper didn't have much to offer along the lines of what she was looking for (there weren't even any superheroes there, what a ripoff), and she returned home disappointed and frustrated. Then she practically jumped on a plane to Los Angeles the moment she graduated high school.
Miko currently interns for the Los Angeles Times, taking pictures as well as occasionally conducting interviews, which gives her an excuse to go charging into disaster areas
all the time, often with nothing but her phone (which has a REALLY GOOD camera for some reason).
Personality: Impulsive, nearly fearless, and too curious for her own good, Miko will gladly hurl herself into danger, completely disregarding any reasonable concerns for her own safety. If anyone tries to stop her, she will probably ignore them for as long as she can get away with.
Miko is generally friendly and enthusiastic, but she doesn't really have a filter; she can be rude and insensitive at times, and she really does not react well when people try to tell her what to do.
Differences from canon: No robot adventures in Jasper, with all the changes that entails. That's pretty much it, beyond whatever differences may have resulted from her being a few years older (not much change actually, she is still basically an irresponsible child).
Power level: E
Powers: She's not aware of it, but ridiculously good luck (as evident simply in the fact that she's still alive).
Team affiliation: n/a
First person sample: [a post to Miko's blog]
YO so guess who's moving to LA in two weeks! Yeah, that's right, it's ME!! I just gotta pack up and get on a plane and I'll be outta here!
Everything's p much worked out at this point, i've got a crappy part-time customer service job (FUN) and an equally crappy apartment. Also managed to snag an internship at the Times, so there's a chance to move up in the ranks until everything STOPS being so crappy, lol.
I guess the 'rents still aren't too happy that I'm not becoming a doctor or something, but I gotta give 'em some credit, they're at least agreeing to fill in the gaps in my rent and stuff for a while (until I become 'self-sufficient', aka not a leech).
BTW, if any of you guys live in the area, hit me up sometime, I know like. nobody there.
Prose sample: "Too late to catch all the action... that sucks."
Miko scowled, prodding a bit of charred wood with the toe of her boot. Sure, fires weren't exactly the biggest news around here, what with all the superhuman activity, but if she made it soon enough, there was always the possibility of a hero showing up to help, not to mention the chance to get some pics of the inferno itself.
In this case, though, she would have to settle for the aftermath. She sighed, checking the wrist-strap of her camera - didn't want to risk dropping it here - before ducking under the caution tape.
The old office building's lobby was blackened with soot, walls weakened and collapsing. At first, Miko stepped carefully around holes in the floor, worn out by fire and water damage, each footstep slow and deliberate, but she started paying less attention after a while. She focused instead on taking pictures (good thing she had remembered her camera; her phone was good in a pinch, but the flash was crap), catching shots of charred furniture and cracked flooring.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn by the
crack of wood, immediately followed by a light rain of sawdust on her shoulder.
"
Shit!" She leaped out of the way, stumbling slightly as charred wooden beams crashed to the floor just to her right.
THAT could have ended badly, she thought, glancing up at the hole left in the ceiling.
A voice from behind her caught her attention - "Who's there? This building isn't stable!"
Miko swore under her breath again, then sidestepped the rubble in front of her, dropping any attempts at caution. She could hear the police officer shouting after her, but she was almost there and-
In a few more strides, Miko reached her target: A shattered window. She grabbed the sill, swinging her legs up and over it to land on the cracked asphalt on the other side. She took off at a run, ducking under the tape again and darting off to the side, suppressing laughter. As usual, if anyone recognized her, she would catch hell over this, but hey. She was fine, and it was worth it, as it always was.