Post by `Melody Operetta on Oct 21, 2008 0:18:08 GMT -5
`Melody
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``create your character...
Full name: Melody Clavier Operetta
Age: 17
Physical Description:
Small in stature, Melody is what you would call a 'delicate beauty'. In fact, she's almost pixie-like, which gives off a certain amount of charm that attracts much unwanted attention. Her soft blue hair is long and flowing, outlining her tiny face perfectly. But now we shall move on to her eyes. Ah such brilliant irises... dazzling blue hues sparkle like deep sapphires and offset her pale skin in a sharp contrast. Behind each glance there's a story. Some good, some bad. See to it that you don't look into them too long, for you might get lost in them...
Her clothing style is simple, yet flattering. She isn't quite a girly-girl, but she likes to look nice. When she does wear nice dresses, you'd better believe every eye in the room will be on her entrance. However, she doesn't like to be the center of attention, and so often attempts to conceal her natural beauty. Her skin is fair and stretches over her face thinly, adding even more to her breakable appearance. Like mentioned before, her small frame often fools people into believing she's weak, but don't fall into that same way of thinking. She knows how to stand up for herself, let me tell you.
History:
Melody was born in the quite hills of the countryside. Her charming little village was quaint and peaceful for the most part. Her parents didn't own much, but they gave all they could to little Melody; their love. And that was all she needed to make her content. And so there in that small little hut she grew into a vibrant, lively little child. As a young girl, her parents often let her roam the country side, and as a result she learned to appreciate and love nature. Many times her parents would find little Melody dancing around picking flowers and leaving them on the doorsteps of her neighbors. Her greatest past-time however was when her father would swing her up on his shoulders and they would go out to the hidden meadow and he would sit her down on the grass and have a little pick-nick. Then he would play his flute for her and she would dance and run circles around him, laughing.
As she grew and matured, she took an interest in art and began going out every afternoon and evening to paint the beautiful landscapes that surrounded her. For a while her life was pretty quiet. She was content and had everything she needed. But then her father grew ill. At first it was just a fever, but each day it grew worse. Melody abandoned all her routines to help her mother care for him. They didn't have the money for a healer or a doctor, bit they did their best to make him comfortable. But it was inevitable. Each day she watched her father grow weaker and weaker. On her 15th birthday her father passed away, but not before his last words to her.
"Oh my dear little Melsey... it's time for me to go now, but don't mourn for me my dear. Promise me you'll never give up on her dreams" He said with a faint smile in his dull eyes. Melody tightened her jaw and nodded furiously, already fighting back the tears in her eyes. "I promise" She whispered hoarsely, forcing a smile and taking his fragile hand in hers. "This is for you" He said, reaching out weakly and taking his flute off the bedside table. Melody nodded and took the delicate little instrument in her hands. "I love you Melody..." He said weakly. Melody briskly wiped the single tear off her cheek and buried her head in his chest, hugging him tightly. "I love you father" She said just as he passed.
Ever since she's always been determined to keep her promise. It took her a long while to get up the courage to take the flute from the box beneath her bed and begin playing it. Even longer before she could bear going to the little meadow where her and her father had so many memories. But she found after a little while that being there seemed to bring her closer to him... she could almost hear his music playing on the wind. Each slender finger passed over the flute and soon she was playing almost as well as her father. And that is where she is today, taking her learning to the next level and hoping to find a new life here in Forte Sonata.
Personality:
Melody is a charming young girl. She seems to bring happiness wherever she goes, and you'll almost never see her without at least a small smile playing across her striking features. By no means has she had a perfect life, but she doesn't let the imperfections and sadness get her down. In fact she doesn't let much get her down. She could have the worst day ever, but the second she picks up her flute, all her troubles seem to melt away.
She's a sweet girl, very loving. She loves to please others, and is one of the best friend's you could ask for. She's a good listener, and loyal to the end. But of course there's another side to her. She can be very shy, and almost never makes the first move when it comes to friendships. And if you get on her bad side... well, she won't get violent - she hates all kinds of violence, and would much rather see a peaceful outcome - but she does know how to use the cold shoulder. If she avoids you, you'll know she's upset about something.
She loves having friends, but values her privacy as well. She can be social when the time arises, but she would be just as happy by herself, wandering the county side of Forte'. She makes friends easily - if you walk up to her first - but it takes a while to earn her full trust. She's only shared her deepest dreams, secrets, and goals, with very few people. You're lucky if you get her to open up completely... She hates to be the center of attention, and only plays her music for a select few.
- Hobbies - playing her flute, dancing, roaming the countryside, exploring Forte'
- Likes - music, painting, dancing, butterflies, sunshine, rain, nature, being alone
- Dislikes - sitting still, death, darkness, large crowds
- Inspiration(s) - nature
Roleplay Example:`Cheyenne
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you;
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It wasn’t long before the ambulance and police came to where Chey sat in her truck, still sobbing and calling his name. Yes, she must have looked rather shaken up. And that wasn’t too far from the truth; of course, it wasn’t really about the near-accident she had just avoided either. It all seemed so trivial right now, even the small stream of blood that trickled down her cheek, mingling with the tears. She was able to pull herself together enough to answer the paramedic’s carefully asked questions, no doubt questioning her sanity. ”Are you hurt?” She barely heard someone call through the thick haze that clouded her mind. The question confused her for a second and she almost nodded; of course she was, but then she realized that they meant physical. She shook her head slowly, numbly, still unable to make herself speak. In fact, it took all her energy just to stop the tears that burned behind her eyes.
She must not have convinced them, for she felt them pull her carefully from he truck cab and into the ambulance. She continued to nod and shake her head to their questions, just wanting them to go away. She almost wished she would have flipped the truck and hit that tree. Then it would be over, right? She shuddered at the thought. Since when was she suicidal? She didn’t even notice the rain until now, stepping out of the ambulance as they released her. They really had no choice, as she refused any treatment. As far as she saw it, she deserved whatever pain came to her. The cold rain pelted her now, soaking her to the bone and causing her hair and clothing to stick to her skin. She shivered. But suddenly she didn’t care about the cold, or the pain... because he was there. For a second she didn’t believe her eyes... how hard had she hit her head? She shook her head furiously, trying to clear the vision, but yet there he stood, just like a perfect dream. Or an angel. Maybe she was dead...
Her heart raced and she swallowed hard against her raw throat, trying to stop the tears that now twisted down her face along with the rain. Now nothing else mattered, not Parker, not the fact that she couldn’t have him... Her decision was made, whether he wanted her or not. She had to get to him, to apologize, before he left again. That’s the least she could give him. She couldn’t live without herself if she didn’t, and she couldn’t live without him; now she was sure of it. He had to know. She moved a few steps towards him, almost afraid that he would disappear if she moved to quickly. ”Sebastian” She murmured, the rain echoing in her ears almost drowning her own voice out. She struggled for her next breathe, her lungs screaming as the impact of hitting the steering wheel finally took effect. Her head still throbbed and things were beginning to slowly fade, darkening around the edges. She blinked, struggling to keep her eyes on Sebastian as she took another desperate step forward and stretched her hand weakly out towards him. But it was finally too much for her. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the impact of the slick road against her head, then everything slipped into darkness.
”I’m so sorry”
The Puppeteer;
``tell us a little about yourself...
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Chey
How many years have you been roleplaying?: almost 2[/font][/blockquote]
