Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Full Name: Aya Mochizuki
Nicknames: Aya-chan, Mochi-san
Height: 5' 4"
Build: Squarish, a bit blocky
Eyes: Light blue, large and tilted upward
Hair: Naturally black, but dyed light brown; falls just below her shoulders
Personality: Calm and collected individual, always questioning why things are the way they are and trying to find the logic behind them. Constantly thinking about something, though she sometimes finishes or starts sentences aloud, but the rest of the train of thought stays in her head. A strong individual, her beliefs and will are not easily changed or broken. She can defend herself articulately, usually leaving debating opponents with their heads spinning.
Hobbies: Reading, researching, Kung Fu, yoga, teaching, debating
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: She has a slight facial tic, consisting of blinking, grimacing, and wrinkling her nose.
Special Abilities/Skills: Skilled in defensive fighting arts, able to analyze and interpret data quickly and easily, acts calm under pressure, able to work creatively to solve problems she is presented with.
Weapons: A short pole with a glove at the end, usually used on misbehaving students. She owns a traditional sword, but it mostly for show and is kept on her apartment wall. A bottle of mace. And, of course, her mind.
The youngest in her family, she has three older brothers and one older sister. Her parents are very quiet and distant, maintaining the proper etiquette for a Japanese family. Her older brothers demand respect always and push their beliefs on those around them, Aya disregarded this and fought back in her own way, physical at first. However, after countless defeats, she realized that a mix of physical and mental attacks got her point across easier, allowing her vocabulary to expand and giving her a thirst for knowledge. Her sister, eldest of the siblings, kept her feminine and calm, teaching her how to be a refined Japanese woman. She learned the art of female dance, the roles in ceremonies, and how to control her temper and keep herself poised at all times.
These traits all led her to chase her dream of becoming an engineer for large corporations, though she minored in teaching and finds it easier to get jobs for that. She is a disciplined teacher who expects the best from her students, tries to get them to form their own beliefs, and also serves as a reasonable advisor. She finds she excels best at teaching Middle and High school.
Aya Mochizuki strode in, her head held a bit higher than would be normal. Her eyes quickly scanned over the bar and it only took her an instant to move towards a booth in the back, eye twitching once in a while. She had an odd gadget in her hands and seemed to be pouring over schematics she procured from her bag.
Aya Mochizuki seemed oblivious to the attention she garnered, mumbling to herself in Japanese. The thing had been put together properly, it appeared...but for some reason, she couldn't get it to turn on. She'd checked the power source three times. She didn't want to give her student a poor grade without understanding exactly why. However, she suddenly became aware of the person hovering near her, blue eyes fixing on the armored unknown. "Hello?"
Aya Mochizuki scrutinized the apparent soldier with a frown and gestured towards the schematics. "It's a project one of my students submitted to me. They engineered it to simply light up and play a classical song. It's purely aesthetic. No need to cause you panic, sir," she replied simply before turning back to her work, leaving the schematics within sight and reach.
Aya Mochizuki raised a brow and fiddled with the insides a little more. "Ah, forgive me, then. I assumed a soldier like you would only approach me if wary of some misdeed. I merely meant to assure you it is not a grenade or bomb." She brushed her hair behind her ear and sighed. "I apologize if my assumption was rude."
Aya Mochizuki blinked up at the soldier and nodded slightly. "The student's schematics check out in feasibility, and it seems to have been put together properly. However, it doesn't turn on like it is supposed to." She gestured to the plans and the contraption in turn before fixing her glasses again. "I'd like to be able to give the student a good grade, but I can't if it doesn't function properly."
Aya Mochizuki motioned to the empty seat across from herself. "Go ahead. Anything to get my grades in on time." She carefully moved the schematics closer to the soldier and placed the small cube-shaped gizmo in front of her. "I think the wiring may be messed up somewhere, but it's chaos to figure out just where my student went wrong."
Aya Mochizuki pointed to each in turn. "The larger one starts the lights. The smaller begins the music. The lights go to a rhythm until the music is played, then they sync up to it," she explained. "Or, at least, that is what is supposed to happen. Occasionally, I can start the music, but the lights haven't turned on once."
Aya Mochizuki watched, nonplussed, as the same reaction she'd been fighting happened to the soldier. However, her head tilted curiously at the statement. "Already? Your mind must work a mile a minute if all you have to do is press the buttons a few times. What's wrong, then?"
Aya Mochizuki blinked a few times and retrieved the schematics. "Dammit, Verun..." she mumbled to herself. "Thank you, sir. You've just saved a student's score...and ruined another's. I appreciate the help. I doubt I would've found something like that in time to turn back the projects."
Aya Mochizuki nodded and bowed her head slightly to both of them in turn. It seemed this was the soldier's higher up, simply by the way they reacted to each other. Aya scribbled a few notes on her grading paper and taped the square to the page. "Verun, I'm going to..." She trailed off into Japanese again, as if not aware of them still being there.
Aya Mochizuki sighed and adjusted her glasses. "Your officer did nothing. Simply pointed out a saboteur from my class. And that is the direction for my Japanese comments. I am grateful for the help."
Aya Mochizuki picked up the papers and the now-functioning project with another bow. "Thank you very much, still. I must get back and grade the rest of these to make my deadline. Goodbye." Another bow and she was out the door.