name :: Mikadoll.

player :: Anna [[annuh bandanuh]]

position :: Gymnastic aerial contorting sex-bomb

group :: L'ombra

Appearance.

Looks can be deceiving.

MikaDoll may be slim and fragile-looking, but she was born with a fast tongue and a faster fist.

Fair complexion, almost translucent. Naturally cat-eyed, with large, deer-in-headlight grey irises. Her lips are a shade of pale pink, salmon-y. Mika’s beauty isn’t a slap to the cheek; when she enters a room, there is a certain “I’m-so-out-of-your-league” feel.

Her body is slim, toned. Legs with perfect curves usually covered in elegant netting. Mika has a tendency to wear lingerie like day clothes- corsets, garters, bloomers, hotpants, and so on- like a post-modern pin-up girl. She's flirty and trampy, but no one gets far enough to slip her between the sheets And starting on the back of her hips, trailing to the base of her tailbone and over her haunches, ending midthigh are incredibly elegant tattoos. Ink of birds flying on her thighs, flowers blooming on her pelvis. They are mixed with old-school tattoo elements (nautical stars, 8 balls, spider webs) and new-school flair (pills, razors, syringes), turning Mika into a museum no one can touch.

The only other body modification on Mika is a small metal plate embedded above her left breast. It’s in the shape of a small heart, for decoration only.

Background.

MikaDoll was born in a small city somewhere between the wastes and China, in the middle of a civil war. She was thrown to the streets, living with a small band of orphans trying to survive the chaos. It was then she learned how to live on her own, find food, and fight. Since she ran and fought so often, Mika was very slim and muscular.
It was one day, when a group of particular people passed through the city. She saw one of these particular people; a woman, whose persona emitted grace and elegance and perfect eloquence. Mika soon came to know her- Ciro, the ringleader of L’ombra.

She begged the ringleader if she could join them, to leave the dismal place of her birth. Ciro must have seen potential in the girl, as she agreed.

It was from that moment Mika made a promise to herself- to overcome her past and not have Ciro ever regret she picked up a ratty ragdoll.

Activities.

Mika spends quite a bit of time on practicing. She also spends much time on her appearance, always making sure to look in tip-top shape.

Her act, however, is important to her. Trained as a traditional aerial contortionist, she mastered the art at 16. Her performance originated as traditional aerial silk ballet. It was beautiful, but yet, Mika just didn’t feel like it was enough.

When she turned 18, her act took a more burlesque turn- instead of using silk, she used ropes and traditional Japanese-style bondage techniques to suspend herself, performing the same aerial ballet moves.
It was a hit and just one of the many incredibly unique things that L’ombra has to offer.

Aside practicing, she enjoys working out with June. The tightrope walker like is her older sister, always giving her advice and a good time.

Ideals/Motivations.

Mika wants praise. Born as street trash in wartime with no chance for success- much less survival- she is determined to overcome that fact and be more amazing then anyone before her.

Her main source of determination comes from her promise to never let Ciro down. Mika has looked up to her since the beginning, and owes her life to her leader.

Attitude.

“Attitude? My attitude?
I refuse to take shit from anyone.
Don’t like me? Like I give a flying fuck.
Gotta problem? Say it to my face.
..However, I do like people.
Intelligent people. Entreating people. Pretty people.
Not stupid people.
No no no.

Call me vain, and I’ll just laugh at your jealousy.
Call me overly-confident, and I’ll show you just how amazing I am.
Call me stupid, and I’ll break your nose with my fist.

Yeah, stare at my chest, and I’ll break your nose too.”

'cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me

but things can't be as they seem, I'm so far from home
this must be another dream, but my eyes are open

and everything still moves in slow-motion,
breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
oceans of light envelop me

[[thrice, Atlantic]]