S K I L L S : (Skills in Human form Please use as many spaces as you need and delete what you didn't use)
* Skill : Sings * Skill : Plays the Piano * Skill : Learning the Violin * Skill : A degree in fashion design * Skill : Masters in Business * Skill : Taking classes in Karate
A B I L I T E S : (Please list from highest to lowest Abilities for Vampire, Lycanthropes and Paranormals. Please use as many spaces as you need and delete what you didn't use)
* Ability : * Ability :
W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : police issued mace
W E A P O N S O W N E D : 9mm under her pillow
A C C E S S O R I E S : ID, Cash (under 300), Credit Cards, small MP3 player
H O M E : New Orleans Currently staying at the Omni on The French Quarter
O C C U P A T I O N : Clothing Designer / Blues/Jazz Singer at Eden
E X T R A D E T A I L S : Walks or takes a cab to places.
B I R T H P L A C E : Rome, Italy
F A M I L Y: Foster Mom - Barbie Jones Foster Dad - Ash Redfern
H I S T O R Y : If you were given one chance -- one chance to start all over again, would you take it? My life ended in the arms of a man I loved. Although, it took me a while to figure out I how I felt about him. He was with someone else but always guarded me and the people I called family. It was natural to want to gravitate towards a strong man when I knew I wasn't strong the way he was. It was a few trial and errors on my behalf to see what sort of man he truly was and how much of an important figure he came to be in my life.
The choice to die in his arms, to save him from pain and death is a choice I'd make again. What was harder, however, was not the dying for him, but being brought back knowing that I could never touch him again. I wasn't human nor wolf any longer; I could not touch him or speak to him. He could not see me, hear me or touch me. I watched him grow out of his shell after my death, return to the people we called family. It hurt me that I could not share in his warmth. I watched helplessly as he returned to the man I had admired and loved.
My pain turned into fury and that fury into sadness. I could not move forward and yet I could not go back. I was stuck in a limbo. Forever in this loop of the here and now but never a part of it. It was no afterlife I wanted. I forced myself to seek something else. Something, someone to help me move from this form and into one where I could be of better use.
I sought out anyone who could hear me and direct me in places that would help, I found a vampire who spoke to my former Ulfric as a favor. He, with the Queen of Rats searched for a body. How they found one I am unsure.
I remember only that there was a fire. The Church was coming, and it brought with it rains of fire. I was being dragged away, thought dead or dying once again. I pushed and shoved at the hands trying to hold me. Screaming at them, fighting those hands. I felt crazed, possessed and panicked. I remembered the woman's blue eyes and blond hair. I rushed to her as fast as I could. I knew she could save me, keep me safe until I found out what happened.
Barely clothed, shivering I finally found her. She was shocked that I was there. She began to ask me a few questions, most of which I couldn't remember and others I could off the top of my head. She called me Lyric. She, Barbie, pulled me inside the house and started talking. I caught pieces of her sentences until the name Ash came up. I shook my head protesting that Barbie shouldn't call him. I didn't think that it would be good. Not in the state I was in. She agreed. Barbie did however say she needed to inform her husband.
Rome was no longer safe for anything that went bump in the night. Helping Barbie pack her things and the few belongings I was given, we headed to England.
In London I began to have dreams. Dreams and nightmares. I would often wake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat calling for Daddy. Barbie would rush in and sooth me back to sleep. The morning after breakfast she would fill me in on the parts of my life I couldn't remember. She would show me pictures and the names that went along with them.
Three faces stuck out the most. One was named Ash, who I called Daddy, the other was a woman named Silent and the other was a man named Harry. I called him Memphis even before Barbie told me that it was his pack name. I didn't fully understand what that meant. She said it wasn't important at that moment. I explained to her I had dreams of running through the snow and the deep rich scents of pine and cedar. Barbie often smiled when I told her things like that. She explained that I used to be a lycanthrope.
Being told something like that made me understand a little bit about why I had these dreams of being in a different form. It however didn't explain everything. It left me with so many questions. Barbie seemed to skirt over some subjects while going full throttle on others. This confused me and left me worrying about what she was really hiding. What happened to me that I couldn't remember so much? Why had I said not to call Ash when I first heard his name? If he was supposed to be my Daddy why didn't I want to go to him?
Finally, I cornered Barbie one night. Told her that I needed to know everything. Why couldn't I change into this other form anymore? What was she hiding, why did I remember some things and not others. Where was Ash and Memphis and Silent? Where were these people who she claimed that were my family? Why wasn't I there?! Why was there fire when I first woke up? I screamed at her till I was kneeling and shaking with fear.
Barbie took me to bed and let me calm down. She explained that I had died. I saved Memphis in Hawaii when an elemental named Pele came to the bar I owned with Memphis. That I threw myself in front of Memphis saving him from the fireball that had been aimed at him. Before I interrupted her she explained what happened after. My essence had been used in a spell by two brave witches to bind Pele to Hawaii sending her to sleep again. Unfortunately Hawaii also sank partly into the oceans.
Most of what she was saying seemed completely unreal. Spells, using essences, fire elementals and Hawaii sinking into the ocean. How, I asked her, did I come to Rome. She shrugged a little and said she guessed that my soul was so closely connected to the pack that I went with them when they moved there. She went on to explain the reason why I was here now. It seemed that I found a vampire who talked to souls and such. He spoke to Ash on my behalf. From then Ash talked to Barbie and she was on a private mission to find a body for me. She explained that the spell called for a body that was alive but the soul had departed.
Barbie did not tell me how she found this new body. I didn't really want to know how she came to have it. I only asked if the body was healthy. Giving me a folder, it contained the medical history of the woman. It was my choice or not if I wanted to read it. I only opened it to see what her name was and what sort of background she had. After that I had Barbie burn the file. I did not want to get near the flames ever again. Learning of my death and how I remembered the fire when I woke again. A fear for the element grew within me.
Living with Barbie for a year or so was relaxing. She and I talked often and she helped me understand this world of lycanthropes again. I had to leave the flat only one week before the full moon. That one week away slowly turned to two and pretty soon I was living by myself. I got a few jobs in London working to support myself.
Barbie asked me to move with her and her people to California. She was the closest thing I had to a mother at the time that I left with her and didn't think much about it. I got a new job in California with Barbie, helping her on her book releases. It paid well enough that I could live on my own as well has helping me through my Fashion courses. Barbie also helped further my fashion career by modeling my line and helping it get sold at Macy's.
It was two years to the date that Barbie took me out to lunch and said she had something important to tell me. Once we had sat down, she explained that it was my choice or not to return to my old life. If only at least part of it. I said I understood. She then handed me a folder with information on Silent. She had moved to New Orleans. Reading over the contains of the folder, I felt this urge to see her again. Although, paired with this excitement was a dread. Would she even want to see me? Would she say I was going against nature because I was back?
Settling on my choice, I left California. Packing only what I needed for a visit. If they did not want me back, then I would leave for good.
(Needs to be updated)
A L I A S : Mel, Mistress Mel, M, Mel Bell, Hells Mel.
P L A Y B Y : Leona Lewis
C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://melsmadworld.moonfruit.com
-- Edited by JOLENE REDFERN on Friday 12th of August 2011 03:49:04 PM
