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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 12:00 pm
Character name: Melvin Mary Wood
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread:[X]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words:A nitpicking clean-freak who has self-confidence issues and has a hard time trusting anyone. Tends to ask too many questions and lacks the social etiquette to realize he’s being blunt.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Melvin x Rin
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Lemon - the favorite scent of all cleaners
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? Heavy Metal - the louder they scream, the better.
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time?
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Science all the way!
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Honest, Open, and those who don't ask questions back
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Caring, concerned, curious, and level-headed
What are your character's personality flaws? Blunt, rude, doesn't trust easily, self-conscious of others' opinion of him
What is your character's favourite colour? Yellow
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Demon. He cares a lot about his family (bloodlines) and would wither up and die if he was in the chaos and mess that was a monster dorm. He also likes having people around him even if it would be forced through a contract. A demon's natural suspicion and concern about their appearance are all traits Melvin has. He'd be well dressed and have the most polished horns out of anyone.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future?
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? He'd want to stress that, as a Lead, that they were a team. Everyone should have proper hygiene and take care of themselves and alert him if they notice anyone else was falling on hard times. Training would be issues in a nice, appropriate schedule to keep slacking to a minimum. Updates and reports would be mandatory on the progress of all research and projects. He'd also issue that anyone who hurt anyone on the training fields would then be assigned to take care of that person in the Infirmary. He'd wish to join the training of on the field and Infirmary as mandatory and speak with the Moon Lead often. His door would remain open and he would not speak about Harry Potter, which would be banned in his office.
Who does your character look up to? Rep, due to his confidence, openness, sexual and physical freedom (seeing as he was with Rin) and his strength, all things he lacks. He also respects Simon and Dr. Stephan for their ability to look presentable and maintain a level head through chaos.
What is a great weakness of your character? Denial. He doesn't think he's crazy and very rarely finds things he does as his fault. There are clearly other factors that caused him to react, which he sees as logical reactions and thus not the reason he should be blamed.
What are their favourite foods? Anything spicy. He likes Mexican food and BBQ a lot.
Favourite fashion style? Professional. Suits and Comfy, stylish sweaters. Anything with a high collar to hide his Cricket scar.
Favourite minipet? Ones that don't bite or have bugs on them. He doesn't care about minipets as they are only specimens to him.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? Information giver - a character you meet in your journey that would provide information but rarely help in battle. They would be there to give background to places and offer medical help when the hero's black out, but be rarely listened to when they give warnings during battles to not jump head first.
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Golden Unicorn - though he would come to anyone who was pure in appearance and would judge you intensively before approaching. All the water in his magical, forest kingdom would be sparkling and he'd leave the other animals to sort out the rest. He'd sleep on a bed of magical pansies and eat only the finest peppers. His mane and tail would be the fluffiest and softest.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Princess - social, well maintained, and above all others, Melvin's kingdom would be the tidy kingdom lacking that actual realism of grim and poverty. Everything is sunny, bright, and color coordinated. The songs however would be screamed and hard to decipher to the sounds of banging drums and flaming guitars. Only the most rough and ready animals would show. Bring on the sharks and razor hawks to his bedroom window to sing each morning and help him with his sweater ensemble.
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Home
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? They are scared of loosing everyone and would know that if it happened, they would be the cause of it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:53 pm
Fear.
It had been a reality for him ever since he was young. When other boys were afraid of their parents seeing their report card or the one dog chained out back of their neighbor’s house, Melvin feared shadows, movements, and the setting sun. Fear dictated his life and actions. It made him more aware of the seasons, made him want a watch that worked well and was always on the dot, and had made him forever aware of what time it was. Fear conditioned him to schedule and organize. How could he socialize with his friends and not be considered a hermit, anti-social weirdo before the sun went down? How could he lie and be convincing without using lame excuses. Fear had helped him act, to appear at ease when his palms were sweating.
Fear made him distrust his friends. Friends who, when he was just dealing with the shift in his world, had turned on him, gossiped about him in class, and harassed him for faking a disorder. Fear had taught him that, like a disease, you could be considered one of the strange monsters no one understood and no one wanted close. But unlike the shadows, he was the only monster they saw.
Fear had taught him to pay attention, to focus on what was considered normal, to strive for normalcy, and to mimic traits from other boys to fit in. Fear made him take painstaking notes about his friends, grading their normalcy, their likelihood to ask questions or just let his lies be eaten up easily whenever he had to go home early, and who he should emulate the most. Fear made him pick and choose who was best to be around and which friends would come to his aid if anyone tried to tease him. You didn’t miss with friends, and people who stood up for you were his greatest asset.
Fear made him question life. It made him question his mind, his actions, debating every day if he was really crazy and if he would wind up like one of those murderers collecting dolls’ heads in some basement that you heard gossiped about at the bus stop. Fear made him doubt himself. Fear made him worry about his siblings and parents. Fear made him feel not really whole. Not really fitting. Not really right.
Fear kept him up at night and sleeping in the day. It made him clean and reorganize to keep the sounds from down the hall at 4am from getting to him. It made him study to try and understand the world and hope that he could find evidence of what was wrong. Fear made him be a good student so his parents had one less thing to worry about. That he could fit in the world and that they didn’t want to watch him and frown.
Fear made him fight with his siblings, who had to deal with having a brother who took pills and on rare occasions answer questions about what was wrong with him exactly. Fear made his brother and sister pull out the crazy card when their arguments became too heated. When objects were thrown and doors slammed and slammed again.
It was Fear that kept them close. Fear that something was wrong that they couldn’t fix, and to help in any way they could. From soft reassurances before bedtime from his mom, from his dad forcing him to work on a car to keep him from feeling handled too softly, and to make sure that things were okay today. It was Fear that made his eldest sister sit on his bed or pick him up late from parties when she got a phone call that said he didn’t feel so good. It was Fear that kept his younger brother close to ask that, even though his brother was older, he still had a hard time too with life, and that no everyone had the answers and that was okay. It was still the fear that any one of them could have the disorder that might be genetic and asked him that, if they ever got it, then at least they wouldn’t be alone.
It was Fear that made Melvin worry they could catch his disease.
It was why that, in the labs with a runic microscope, he found it hard to look at the foreign essence and know that this was Fear and he had helped fuel it all his life.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:13 pm
18. Betrayal
Towel about his waist, Melvin stared at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t actually inspiring. There was, as always, the curling scar from the monster who first touched him. The monster he knew was still living and now resided at Amityville. He was barely touched in regards to scaring as most people were despite how long he had been around. Then again, he wasn’t a Sun. He didn’t spar much. He was also very lucky when it came to missions. Well, lucky in that he was only infected from the inside and wasn’t directly stabbed anywhere. He probably would have preferred that after all. Saying you got a gnarly scar from having a reaper stab you sounded more impressive than saying a mind-controlling desert worm filled you up with bugs that you had to vomit out to get control.
The only real scar he had so far was the unflattering one across his neck. It looked more like directions, an open invitation for anyone who really hated to him. Cut here on the straight line. It had been. Trapped in a room to test loyalty and fuel panic, they had been given an elimination choice, and in that moment, he had been sliced and tossed. He barely lasted a few minutes before someone sneaked behind him and cut him, leaving him to die.
He would have if it had been the real deal. If he had been a normal person.
Stormy had apologized, but he didn’t accept it despite saying so during that HORRIBLY emotional meeting. She had reasons, but seeing as they were all ones that eliminated him, he didn’t see them as the right ones. She seemed far too okay with it.
But it wasn’t the only time he had been killed.
“All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies.”
In that other world, that Blue Kingdom, he had been betrayed by those he trusted. Rep, who knew and explained why he had done so, had slaughtered him along with the tiger in front of Harrision. Despite the fact it wasn’t the real world, Rep still explained his reasoning.
But in the real world, even Melvin knew that if it came to it, he didn’t rank in the same way that Harrision did. Rep was loyal, but that degree could be tested with those he loved against those he was just friends with.
He had been a rabbit for slaughter in that world – but wasn’t he just a rabbit here now. He dodged the scars and attacks, ran away from the dangers, and was still living, but rabbits didn’t live long. Rabbits made for easy killing when times got rough.
How long it be that, in the den of tigers, there would be another chance for a hard cut to his throat? Then again, if he got more stripes on his throat, would he then become a tiger himself?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:35 pm
Crush
It wasn’t like full-blown, he’d say. Just tiny. Minute really. It was a passing thing that sort of brightened up your day. In no way was he the puppy-eyed, sighing, holding a snapshot of an idol type of crush that made young girls wet at night.
He just so happened to have an appreciation – yeah, that’s what it was, an appreciation for taste. Dr. Stephan had taste. There was just….just something about a man in pristine white who constantly spent time washing his hands up to his elbows that really spoke to Melvin. His impeccable appearance matched with handsome features that had most people hoping for Infirmary duty just in his near vicinity didn’t hurt either.
But most of all, it was that smile, one that Dr. Stephan did not hide. A man had to have a certain degree of confidence and charisma to smile like that, and it was a gift to Deus and the world for that smile. A bleach white row of pearl tombstones set in perfect alignment. Incisors. Cuspids. Bicuspids. Molars, and on the rare times he parted those dazzling beauties, wisdoms. If someone could maintain their teeth to that painstaking perfection, Melvin had to wonder what else on his body he paid equal attention to. How well scrubbed and eye-catching was left hidden under layers of lab coat?
It let him wonder in those off times that daydreaming was even a thing for him during the minutes before his coffee finished brewing or when the printer wasn't exactly working right. It helped the day go by, and often left him wondering if he should switch from research to medical more often than not.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:43 pm
Warrior
No. Just listen to me. If you want to be as strong with a weapon, you need to eat more and you need to start thinking of yourself as more of a warrior. You’re not just a scientist. You have me. A weapon! You fight. You train. You can rip a man’s arm clean off if you wanted to.
“I’d also go to jail. I don’t think Deus can help you out with court cases that involve the slaughter of people outside of this island.” Melvin said, once again talking to Saliva out loud on the training field. It just felt more natural, but only when he was alone without anyone around. It was times like this he wished he had a Bluetooth in order to pretend he was having a phone conversation and not talking to a voice inside his head that was connected to the weird gun he was holding.
He still didn’t get how that worked. Did she speak directly into his brain or was it like a wave length that traveled up his arm? Well that wouldn’t work considering he could hear her even when he put her pen in his dresser on on his nightstand. Was she just permanently stuck in his head or was it like weapon telepathy?
Earth to Melvin. Please try and stay focused for a few seconds before you go ADD on me.
“I don’t have ADD. I was just thinking.”
You seriously had ADD. You think too much that I don’t think you actually hear a word I’m saying.
He aimed the gun again and fired. “Something about eating more as a scientist?”
NO! That you need to start thinking of yourself as a fighter and spar more! For Jack’s Sake! We’re going to get murdered if you keep spending more time in the labs and less time out here. You need to fight people more!
“I’m not a Sun, Saliva.”
You don’t have to remind me.
He grunted. “I’m not a Sun and I don’t do offensive fighting. I’ve never fought in real life and you’re the only weapon I’ve ever really touched. You need to get over this.”
But I know that you want to get stronger. Why lie to me? I’m in your head. I know what you are thinking and feeling and secretly do late at night under the sheets when –
“I GET it, Saliva. Just shut up. It freaks me out when you pay attention like that.”
Then I want you to say it. I want to you to say, “I’m a warrior. I’m a Jackin killer monster that tears polar bears’ heads off!
He rolled his eyes as he re-aimed.
“I’m a warrior.” He huffed.
Come on. With some conviction.
“I already said it.”
Okay. Don’t. I’ll just sing instead.
“Saliva, Don’t y-“
If you wanna be my lover. You gotta get with my friends. Making love is easy. Friendship never ennnddddsssss.
“OMG Just stop! ******** crhist. And it’s ‘Make it last forever’ so please will you stop.”
He could feel her waiting as if holding her breath to continue.
“I’m a warrior and I rip of polar bear heads.” He grumbled, his tone like that of a kid reciting a verse in front of class.
Close enough.
“I hate that you know that song.”
I love that those runic techs play it. Zigazig Ah!
The Lifer whined. It would take forever to get it out of his head now, especially when said head was occupied by another person.
What warrior had Spice girls in his head?!
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