Brief character introduction: Moriko (OC)

Age: 20-23 (depending on Tao´s age, 24-26+)
Height: 1.66m
Likes: gardening, dancing, blogging, books, humor
Dislikes: her "boss" (no, not Frankenstein), seeing other ailments, cooking, loose clothing (only on herself)

Sharp tongue, ready for any fun, the hottest swing in the world.
This description is entirely to Moriko's taste.

In her heart she is actually a good-natured person. When no one tramples in her flower beds or her browser freezes for the umpteenth time and deletes her blog entry, she almost never curses. She's generally nice to others, addicted to chocolate, and yes ... bisexual. But the latter is of little concern. Moriko lives alone.

Only recently, she met Frankenstein. Instead of succumbing to her charm, he unnecessarily hired her as a cleaning aid - where his house is always clean.
That was just before Raizel returned.

Eventually M-21, Seira and Regis also moved in. Moriko's use as a cleaner was completely unnecessary. Now she only comes by to water the flowers. And to use Frankenstein's luxury bathtub. Because hey, what's the point of free entry if you don't use it?

Now she works as a replacement at Frankenstein's school. In the kitchen. As a co-cook for desserts. And man, her desserts are awesome - but you should never ask her to cook something for yourself. Moriko hates cooking.

When one say Moriko is ready for every fun, that's exactly what it means. She especially likes raunchy jokes. She doesn't feel ashamed about it - much to Regis' lack of understanding.

When she is not working or taking part in the social life of the residents, she leads her own life. A life that is dominated by pleasure. Enjoyments that in the end always lead to one thing: pain.
You have to let to know that she has an extraordinarily high pain tolerance. Her wounds heal in no time at all. So fast that you can hardly call it human anymore.

Well, obviously she's not quite as human as she thought. At least that's what Frankenstein says. And that he wants to help her.

But Moriko doesn't need any help. Nobody who is interested in her private life, who babble to her or bombarded her with chat messages, follows every one of her blog articles, feeds her away the cookies, catches her after work and brings her home, is playful and a little silly, makes her smile inside with every action brings ... and looks at her like a full person. No one she feels drawn to on the spot. No, definitely not.

Fate is only prone to small jokes. And then the poop is steaming.