Created by Morgan Nuncio

Real Name:  Momo Kingsley

Aliases:  None

Identity:  Secret

Occupation:  College Student, Cashier at the grocery store.

Citizenship:  American

Place of Birth:  Irving, Texas

Known Relatives:  Susane and Richard Kingsley (parents), Freddy and Blair Nuncio (brothers).

Group Affiliation:  None

Education:  High school graduate. Working for a degree in graphics design

Catch Phrase:  "Let the music be the remedy!"

Height:  5'3"

Weight:  160 lbs.

Eyes:  Brown

Hair:  Brown

History:  (From Momo's point of View)

I grew up just any other kid. Born in Irving, Texas, I lived there for about six years before moving to San Angelo for about another seven. There I began to develop my music taste, and came to terms with such a case. I became friends with the "Outcasted" group, meaning the goths, the dorks, and the "losers". I didn't care though, as these were the friends that kept me close, who understood me, who knew who I was. I never got to go to high school with them, as my parents once again dragged me out of the comfortable little hole I've made for myself in West Texas, and tossed me over to the Sunny State, Florida, right in all of the commotion. Ft. Lauderdale is not a bad place to visit, but not a wonderful place to live. There I had to readjust myself to the place, understand the people, know how truly twisted this large city was compared to my semi- decent sized town. Freshman year didn't go according to plan: I just became friends with people who just accept me in. Sophomore year changed how things were, and I fell back into the same group of friends like I've had back in Texas: The Outcasts. Who cared though, right? As long as we were friends, and they would stick with me. However, they considered me the "Punk" of the group, as I would come to school each day with a Band Tee on and them confused or have never heard of them. I just simple got use to it, because I did enjoy some of their music as well, but it was the Ska and Punk that kept me close to home.

 

Let's fast-forward to another couple years, alright? Graduation has just passed and it's a rainy day that June day. Dark and gloomy, the sky roared with thunder as the looming clouds lit up with lighting. I was walking around the block, minding my own like always, and enjoyed the walk in the rain before I heard the thunder overhead. Headphones in my ears, it was extremely loud of me to hear then... meaning it was extremely close. I turned on my heel and ran, keeping my Ipod safe in my pocket, my headphones protected by my hair and by the wiring going under my "Gorilla Biscuits" shirt. I ran, as the lighting flashed closer... And then.... the bright light hit me.

 

I'm surprised I was still alive. I woke up, my parent's dog licking my face, happy to see me still around. As I came to... the music continued to play in my head. I touched the outside of my pocket and it switched to the next song, and I realized that my Ipod was still working. Was I really hit by lighting then? As I rolled over to lay on my stomach, I petted the dog before crawling to my hands and knees. As my hand slammed roughly on the ground because I was feeling completely drained, The sidewalk rolled up and snapped like a whip, and that made me fall flat on my arse, confused. The dog was yelping in pain, head down to cover his ears. I told him to go home and he quickly did, as I stood, looking at my hands. Behind my left ear it burned, and I ran home quickly to see what the problem was. I was amazed to see it... A small sign of a 8th note was burned into the skin behind my ear, looking identical to a tattoo. From then on.. I knew... I wasn't normal......

Powers / Equipment:

Gaining strength from Rock and Roll, Punk, Ska, Reggae, or any forms of music in that range, she converts them into soundwaves of her own, disrupting the enemy's eardrum, shattering buildings. Once fully charged she can let the bass play with the enemy's heart (given if they have one ), but that does happen only on those rare occasions. Also, the music fuels her up to be do her best in the martial arts field, as she learned and trained viciously in Judo, Tae Kwon Do, Shoran Ryu, and many others.

 

Weaknesses:

Really, bad, emo music. Their depression passes to her and it drains herself. However, if she can win over it, she blares the Rock music in her ears and kicks their scrawny, black blood arses.

Creator (Real Life) Info:

Well, Riff just came to me after some thinking of how I would be as a superhero. Sure the names changed for everyone on there, but in general, all based off of who I am and what I like. She's me. Music usually motivates me to have a good time, provoke anger, or lighten up a day... so why not give a girl superpowers? Doesn't seem like a bad idea to me!

((More to come! I'm sure of it! ))