<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/1396d7e66db68cc1ab33e8568704bdf1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hitomi Hikari</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lglsCMkkovQ_gLB5Q-iAI6g7gRodmWAi_oeRE47G1EE/edit</div></div><br/><strong>Calling:  </strong>Art Student<br/><strong>Nature:</strong>Visionary<br/><strong>Pantheon:   </strong>Dodekatheon<br/><strong>God:</strong>Apollo<br/><br/><strong>Age:   </strong>19<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Sleek and slender<br/><strong>Bust: </strong>Pert and perky B cup.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5’5”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>125lbs<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Fair and creamy, somewhere between golden and peach.<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Raven black.<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>Intense hazel eyes, bright and beautiful.  Hence her name.<br/><br/>History:      Motoko Noda was born a few years before world war two.  She spent a lot of her childhood in an internment camp.  Her own mother’s grace and fathers stoicism in dealing with their confinement inspired Motoko to become a woman of strong character, with a blend of old world elegance and modern independence.<br/><br/>She would pass these traits to her family.  Motoko’s daughter, Tsukushi Hikaru, inherited her mother’s grace and ambition, perhaps too much of the second.  She worked very hard to get through medical school in Baltimore in the 1970s.  She fell in love with a handsome young professor--Dr. Jacob Masterson.  They skirted the bonds of propriety with their relationship ‘til Tsukushi graduated medical school, then began to date in earnest.  By the age of 30, Tsukushi Hikaru had completed her residency, the two were going to marry, and Tsukushi was pregnant.<br/>A week before their wedding, Dr. Masterson awakened in bed next to his fiance.  He turned to face her with tears in his eyes.  He touched Tsukushi on the belly and whispered, “I want her to have your name, Tsukushi.  She will be beautiful as her mother, radiant as the dawn, with eyes bright and mysterious as as the stars.”  He kissed her then with deep love, then rose and dressed, unable to bear to look at Tsukushi as she asked him what was happening.  He paused in the door of the room, then looked down at the floor.  “And now matter how hard I fight, I cannot protect her.”<br/>Tsukushi never saw him again.<br/>When Tsukushi’s daughter was born, her hazel eyes were bright and mysterious as the stars, so Tsukushi named her Hitomi Hikaru.<br/>Tsukushi never married, or had any other children.  She wasn't miserable and usually wasn't lonely.  Her friends were very supportive, but no matter what they said, she couldn’t make herself hate Jacob.  The words he’d said to her when he left never left her.<br/>Tsukushi worked very hard after her daughter was weaned, throwing herself into the life of a surgeon.  As Hitomi grew up, she knew her mother as a somewhat distant figure, loving but stern and harsh with expectations far too high to easily meet.  Tsukushi would have been a true tiger-mother if she’d spent more time with her child.<br/>Hitomi’s interest in art and computers initially caught Tsukushi’s attention.  She encouraged it in her daughter, signing her up for as many art classes as she did gymnastics, computers, and advanced education classes.  By thirteen, though, it was clear to her that her daughter cared more about her art than more profitable pursuits.  Suddenly Hitomi was cut off from every source of artistic instruction and expected to pay more attention to her math and science.<br/>Hitomi wasn't willing to be simply cut off from the thing she loved most.  She spent an hour crying in her grandmother's arms.  Motoko--whom she called Mimi--never offered her granddaughter anything but love, support, trust, and faith.  Hitomi loved her very much, and though Mimi didn't say anything about it, it was while they shared tea afterwards that Hitomi realized what she could do.<br/>Without instructors or paints, she still had a whole world of resources at her fingertips.<br/>She had the world wide web.<br/>At age seventeen, Hitomi graduated high school with honors.  She would have been valedictorian if her grades hadn't declined sharply in her junior year, when Mimi passed away.<br/>Tsukushi had a college career all planned out of her, but Hitomi shook her head and presented an acceptance letter and scholarship to a graphics design program at a prestigious art school.  She refused to say another word about it to her mother, and in fact did not’ speak to her again ‘til she’d completed her first semester.<br/>It was after a year in college that Hitomi was laying in her dorm room, doing a train of thought sketch in the dark, when a voice spoke in a chair next to her bed.<br/>“Hello there Bright Eyes.  I’ve always wanted to meet you.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Motoko's Theme</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.ted.com/talks/george_takei_why_i_love_a_country_that_once_betrayed_me</div></div>