Cannon Project- Mori Shintama

 

Mori’s story (and backstory)

The story takes place in the forsaken future of New York City. It’s the year 2020, the rise of pollution, famine, and gang activity have increased over the years and has not gone down. The city is now labeled as a quarantine cite due to a plague that is killing hundreds of people, slowly eating away their insides. The major of the town calls for an evacuation of the city, but by the time the plauge struck thousands were being killed. This puts the city at a stand still since the government tries to plan something to help out. They don’t. Also due to the lack of evacuation tanks that leave the city there’s only enough room to take 100 people, including the major himself. The Major then decides to declare a game. This game is to challenge all gangs into a full on war against each other for freedom out of the city. Since each gang is divided up by its own territories of each burrow, the remaining gang in the end will get to escape the city and live life with a clean slate.

The high dense of pollution has not only an effect on humans but to animals as well. Gangs has been discovering these mutated “magic like” animals that transform on to the human giving him or her the powers of that specific creature. This how ever changed the gang war completely. With the help of these magic animals fights between these gangs have become even more catastrophic. They even gather in groups of the same animal type determining the gang a person were to join.

Mori is a 19 year old female who lives by her self in an apartment building in the upper west side of Brooklyn. She is currently in the gang “Pandora” meaning gang of the “Brooklyn Pandas”. From her magical animal, being a panda of corse, she gains the ability to manipulate sounds and sound waves making her a “Sonokinetic”. Ironically Mori is deaf due to a medical trama she had when she was little. So the only way she can hear any sounds is when she uses her magic animal. Her magic animal lays on her head like a hat. With it on she is able to use her animals sense of hearing.

When Mori was younger her mother and father were killed by a group of random hoodlums while walking back to there car. Mori managed to only get her younger brother to safety, but the parents were unlucky at the time. So she and her brother stayed at a foster care. Mori is a very cold character towards others because of her unactknowledgement toward others. She chooses to be this way as a means of protection for her self and for her brother. Since the traumatic experience took Mori hearing she and her brother used sign languages to communicate.

One day a gang member manage to break into the orphanage. As he starts killing each child one by one with his gun, Mori grabs her brother and runs as fast as she can. They try hiding under neath a bed in a near by room. The assassin walks into the room creeping slowing as he gets closer to the bed. The bother bumps into something by accident. The assassin quickly grasp the covers up and grabs Mori’s brother. He struggles to escape from the assassins grip. Mori watches with fear in her eyes. The assassin brings up the gun slowly to her brothers head. Time starts to slow down in Mori’s head as tears start to develop in her eyelids. The assassin pulls the trigger and fires. Mori watches her brother get murdered under the deaf tone silence. The assassin leaves with a grin on his face as he makes his escape towards the first floor window. Mori crawls slowly to her brothers corps that was left by the assassin. She grabs him up to her shoulder and hugs him tightly as she says he first words. “…S..SORA!!!!!”

Years later Mori joins the Pandora after being invited by a pervious member, Axel. She joins the rebelion to find the assassin who killed her brother and to get out of the city with her brothers corps to give him a proper burial outside of city walls.

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About crisnegroni

I have lived in Brooklyn, New York my whole life and I currently live with my sister and my mom in a apartment building in Williamsburg. My mom is from Puerto Rico and my father is from Italy. My mom works as an assistant principal at B-SMART in Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York as my father worked as an MTA transit for New York. During my years in highschool , my mother was well aware of my love of drawing. She encouraged me to enroll in a special art program in Manhattan, NY. I was accepted into the Sony Animation Project. It was there I learned about “stop-motion” animation. With a partner, we created two “short” animation videos. At the end of the six month program our work was screened at the Sony Wonder Theatre, where we received a certificate of character creation and cinematography. I attended the program a second time, created more work and received another certificate. After the films were spotlighted on YouTube and the certificates were hung on my wall, it was time to move on. In my Junior year of high school, I came across an application for a fifteen month fellowship with the “Ghetto Film School” also known as GFS. At first glance the application was intimidating and the curriculum seemed exhausting. Did I really want to go to school all summer, nine to five and even some weekends? It seemed like a lot of work. Each film student would receive a professional camera and would learn about directing, editing, writing scripts, lighting, sound, camera operating, and locations. Though there were over one hundred applicants, I got the call: I got in. I received two call back interviews and an orientation; later I was well on my way. After two weeks of class work, traveling all over New York City, visiting college classrooms in Columbia University, and taking trips to HBO and Google offices, each student was assigned final projects. We had to write a script, get it approved, hire real actors, secure a location, and direct the entire six minute short film. Only ten students would be chosen to have their movie screened at Lincoln Center. Guess who won a spot? I had to pinch my mother twice when she heard the news. Fall came, and I was still attending GFS on the weekends. I decided to accept an internship at ISCP- “Into the Studios” funded by the Joan Mitchell Foundation. Here I got to unleash a different kind of art, at a slower pace. I worked in the gallery with other students on painting, sculptures, different types of mediums, and learned the history of other artists. You would think attending programs and keeping my grades up would be impossible, but after the intensity of my summer, it felt like a piece of cake. My heart was in everything, nothing felt like work. In GFS I collaborated on an aired ESPN commercial as the cinematographer and actor. We screened and critiqued in many short films for the class and spoke with directors and guests lectures. By this time, our enormous class had shrunk down to under twenty students, and only five would be chosen to go work on a thesis project in Shanghai, China. After a successful pitch for a lighting director part, I won a coveted spot in the group as one of the five chosen! I was off to film in Shanghai this summer, what an honor! During the end of that week, all of the ISCP students had a gallery exhibit and I was told to bring my parents. As my teachers started talking about me, my mother and I found out that I had won a summer scholarship sponsored by the Joan Mitchell Foundation to go study in Napa Valley, California to the Oxbow Art Camp. I thought my mother was going to faint. As a boy born and raised in Brooklyn, New York this was a life changing experience, an artist dream. As I watched Mr. Jose Ortiz and my wonderful art teachers from the foundation explained to my mother that it was all expense paid and would not interfere with my China trip. All in the same summer, I felt like someone was going to wake me up out of my dream. As the summer came to an end, and I embark in my senior year, I leave many things behind as I look towards my future. I leave my fears, limitations, and my insecurities to dream….I’m in a new frame of mind. Going to Alfred State College is just another milestone I’m gonna have to over accomplish.
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