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Name: Melisyn (Just....Just Mel)
Age: 19
Nameday: 3556.09.13
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Craft: Entertainer/General nuisance
Rank: Candidate
Location: HR
Physical Description: Pale as can be without becoming a ghost, yet with strangely vivid blue eyes. About 5’7” with a few light scars evident on her arms, right side of her face/eye, and a large hidden one on her stomach. Has wild, unthematic tattoo sleeves on both arms that has both conventional symbols and childish scribbles. Simple piercings in her ears, messy raccoon eye makeup. Slightly below shoulder length hair that is any color but its natural brunette on supposed pain of death, usually untamed. Leather bracelet on left wrist.
TL;DR Pernese 90s lazy punk
Personality: Mel just wants to have fun. She wants you to have fun. Nobody’s gotta harsh the vibe with things like reality or logic or deep feelings. You just gotta stick to a place until the party’s over, find someone’s bunk, wake up, and start it all over again. Nothing complicated. She hates complicated. Almost as much as she hates herself, but nobody’s gonna know that with her lopsided grin on.
People—they really are something, you know? Loud and soft, bristly and welcoming. Mel loves to be around them all: small talk, little touches, casual flirts and gossiping leans. She can learn about people quickly even in a short time, unaware that her social skills let her be discerning about habits and quirks of the individual. Everywhere else she knows she’s stupid, and that’s whatever at this point. As long as there’s someone to fill the silence, who cares, right?
And yet there’s a paradox at work: she has her friends but not anyone close. She loves to talk and listen and interact, and yet there’s always that unspoken distance. Everyone’s bed is warm; nobody’s is ever quite home.
She’s not sure she knows what that word means. And she wants to know, but Mel’s not that driven for it. Much like a pixie, she’s used to the feeling of flirting from group to group, able to insert and remove herself at will with the casual ease of a feline on the prowl. Maybe you know of her, but you’ll rarely ever know her. Hell, she doesn’t know herself. And who would want to? Who’s got time?
Her restlessness aside, Mel has a lion heart within. She’ll do what she thinks is the right thing regardless of the cost. Maybe it’s in messier ways than the more noble consider, and maybe she’ll mouth off if someone tries to intervene, but if it gets the job done, y’know? She cares deeply for others, even if it causes some cognitive dissonance, and if you earn her friendship, it’d take a real beating or three to ever let her consider breaking it. Just get ready for someone who tends to blurt out whatever comes to mind, or someone who has some very, very lewd suggestions about what to do.
Positive Trait List socialite, loyal, do-gooder, easygoing
Negative Trait List crass, no self-esteem, flighty, chaotic
History: The long and short of it is that Melisyn grew up in an abusive home. Did she recognize that it was? Not on any level beyond subconscious. She just knew that avoiding Dad was best, and that it was also best to be ready to help Mom up from whatever had happened. She got decent at bandaging, at learning where were good places to hide, and to avoid the house for as long as possible. Mel got in more trouble than she ought to, but mostly from accidents rather than anything malicious: her social circles waxed and waned with whatever Nabol had attracted, imprisoned, or created.
If nothing else, it never got boring.
Closer with her older brother than anyone else, 10 turn old Mel was devastated when he was Searched and chose to leave without her. Not even his promise to find her when either he graduated or aged out were up were enough to dissuade her from diving deeper into the culture of the hold, spiraling. One turn later, bleeding out from a fellis exchange gone wrong in a rat hole of an alley, she was found by a woman and brought back to The Silver Gate in a panic.
Mel isn’t sure how she survived to be honest, but rather than go back home to a drunken father and a mother who sided with him out of self-preservation, she lied and named herself an orphan; there were plenty of those in Nabol. Whether the proprietor believed her or not, there happened to be space, and Mel became a serving girl for the next six turns. Her time at the Silver Gate was better than she thought possible, and she slowly began to forget her blood parents and the mixed feelings associated with them; she could pretend it was someone else’s past while she had actual food and a bed to call her own. At best, she felt guilty knowing it would be harder for her brother to find her again, but frankly her anger about his betrayal had remained, so she tried to forget about him too.
Well, up until the Searchriders showed up. It wasn’t the first time they dropped by The Silver Gate, but at 16, Mel showed more than her awe of dragons for once. The Silver Gate was starting to get a bit crowded, and the itch to move on again gnawed at her. She had also recently seen her dad start to visit, and the dread of accidentally meeting eyes made her sick. Talking it over with Felixa, she was allowed a deal to be “Searched” to get out of Nabol proper. Mel promised she’d try to return the favor some day, though how you exacted a price for a life was something she’d have to figure out.
So, High Reaches became her home. The militant structure was a blessing and a curse to someone like Mel, who craved order but evoked something less than. And then Thread decided to show up and throw another wrench into the plans, if you could really call it that. But hey, she’s cool with the weyrwoman’s kid, so that has to account for something, right?
Other: Is dyslexic
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Nah
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yah
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? Nah
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