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Melanthe Gwenivere sat herself down at a seat at the bar counter, looking far more depressed than even the saddest person in here. Her blank face remained stoic, and she snapped irritably for a bartender.
And then she waited...waited with all the enthusiasm of a sleeping dog...she even sighed to show how enthusiastic she was...such is her nature...then again, after taking her name she has herself after her...well, rather horrifying background, and the way she dressed...it was to be expected.
Her ever unchanging face stared blankly at everyone else in here...such happy people. How could they be so happy, and wear a smile all the time? It was...wrong.
Melanthe Gwenivere
"I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you...I really am...it pains me deeply..."
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by BBClock
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
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Description
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About Melanthe I: Appearance
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Melanthe is a rather tall and intimidating woman, standing 5'11. She's roughly 129lbs, and is mostly average for a 24 year old woman. She is often seen in various black (sometimes gothic) attire, her preferred method of dress. Her eyes themselves are a paler/grayish blue, and almost unblinking. Her hair is black as a raven, and is apparently kept well.
About Melanthe I: Appearance
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Melanthe is a rather tall and intimidating woman, standing 5'11. She's roughly 129lbs, and is mostly average for a 24 year old woman. She is often seen in various black (sometimes gothic) attire, her preferred method of dress. Her eyes themselves are a paler/grayish blue, and almost unblinking. Her hair is black as a raven, and is apparently kept well.
Personality
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About Melanthe II: Personality
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Melanthe is about as cold and closed as they get. She silently hates most people (bar a few she genuinely likes, and her sister), and doesn't really like conversation. Somehow though, she seems to have things to say, and might open up to someone who pesters enough. Her face is generally expressionless and emotionless, although rare times have been seen where she expressed very well (in particular with her sister).
Her voice is solid, often monotone, and very icy in structure and manner of speech. She is blunt, and will speak exactly what she thinks if her opinion is requested (and she complies).
About Melanthe II: Personality
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Melanthe is about as cold and closed as they get. She silently hates most people (bar a few she genuinely likes, and her sister), and doesn't really like conversation. Somehow though, she seems to have things to say, and might open up to someone who pesters enough. Her face is generally expressionless and emotionless, although rare times have been seen where she expressed very well (in particular with her sister).
Her voice is solid, often monotone, and very icy in structure and manner of speech. She is blunt, and will speak exactly what she thinks if her opinion is requested (and she complies).
Equipment
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About Melanthe III: Equipment
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Equipment on hand for Melanthe may include a weapon of some kind that she is very proficient with, but more or less consists of what she has on hand. She does have a notepad in a pocket, and a purple pen with a spiderweb design she picked up "at a local bargain shop" for cheap. She may also possess a suitcase that seems to have "Hammerspatial" properties, although this is rarer than the weapons, and not readily apparent.
About Melanthe III: Equipment
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Equipment on hand for Melanthe may include a weapon of some kind that she is very proficient with, but more or less consists of what she has on hand. She does have a notepad in a pocket, and a purple pen with a spiderweb design she picked up "at a local bargain shop" for cheap. She may also possess a suitcase that seems to have "Hammerspatial" properties, although this is rarer than the weapons, and not readily apparent.
History
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About Melanthe IV: History
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Melanthe has never shared any amount of her past. You're probably better off asking her sister for this information unless you think you can warm Melanthe up to you.
About Melanthe IV: History
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Melanthe has never shared any amount of her past. You're probably better off asking her sister for this information unless you think you can warm Melanthe up to you.
Melanthe Gwenivere's Story
Melanthe Gwenivere looked up to the ever smiling Kisa. She was disgusted (naturally), but didn't show any emotion about it. Her deadpan voice also aided in this...and the snarky response as well...
The tone was definitely snarky in that deadpan way...
The first thing you can do for me...is rub that smile off your face...then, you can get me one "Deadly Nightshade"...
The tone was definitely snarky in that deadpan way...
Melanthe Gwenivere looked at Kisa with a raised eyebrow for but a moment before turning to her drink...wait, she wasn't asked to pay? Well, all the better...
She took one small sip of the drink and spit it out...what was this "fake" stuff? She pushed the glass back towards the back of the bar counter and snapped irritably for a bartender once more...
She took one small sip of the drink and spit it out...what was this "fake" stuff? She pushed the glass back towards the back of the bar counter and snapped irritably for a bartender once more...
Melanthe Gwenivere kept her stone faced glare, this time though, leering at Kisa with it.
she pointed at the glass...it was dark sure...but it was different.What was the big idea...giving me...this...!
she stated...her tone was dull and lifeless now...That isn't a "Deadly Nightshade"...
Melanthe Gwenivere added in an unremarkable monotone,
An awkward silence was abruptly ended with...
Be sure to add the soda this time...club soda...
An awkward silence was abruptly ended with...
And wipe that smile off your face...it disgusts me...
Melanthe Gwenivere looked at the new drink and tried it...this one was...better. She placed her glass down and sighed...she couldn't believe "he" was still dogging her...and her letter proved it...it proved it was proven until it couldn't be proven to be proved any longer...
Such shame...
Such shame...
Melanthe Gwenivere entered the bar, looking far too depressed. She quietly made her way to the opposite corner that Marthon went to. She took a seat there and sighed...
She couldn't bring herself to destroy some idiotic letter...and that bugged her...
She couldn't bring herself to destroy some idiotic letter...and that bugged her...
Melanthe Gwenivere silently watched with an expressionless gaze the conversation between Marthon and Tasi...before her gaze switched to the girl who just entered...
Melanthe said nothing...
Melanthe said nothing...
Melanthe Gwenivere got up and left the bar, having already gotten her drink (and finishing it) long ago...there was nothing in this bar for her right now...
Melanthe Gwenivere was leaning against the wall, a short distance from the corner (and a table that was there), being the loner she was. She had her arms crossed, and she seemed...expressionless. She watched everyone else, but said nothing about anything.
She was surrounded by non-important NPC's, but she didn't converse with any, instead blending into the shadowy corner, as if trying to avoid others period...which she probably was...perhaps approaching her might be a good idea if you can persuade her to open up to you...
She was surrounded by non-important NPC's, but she didn't converse with any, instead blending into the shadowy corner, as if trying to avoid others period...which she probably was...perhaps approaching her might be a good idea if you can persuade her to open up to you...
Melanthe Gwenivere sighed upon sight of the not quite so intimidating beast-man who was closing in on a heavily armed and armored freak in a sheet (as in, sheet of metal, ohoho~)...such was the failure of those around her she mused to herself...
She remained in her spot leaning against the wall, her expression that could put a solid cement wall to shame gazing boringly at the soon to be needless fight...
She remained in her spot leaning against the wall, her expression that could put a solid cement wall to shame gazing boringly at the soon to be needless fight...
Melanthe Gwenivere almost facepalmed upon seeing the fight. Sure enough...and she was clever enough to clearly see what the Not-So-Intimidating-Beast-Man-Thing was after...that shiny Gun that was but a small part of "Freak in a Sheet's" arsenal of badassery...or so she thought...
After all...if one wore such armor like that, they had to have the weapons to back it up...
After all...if one wore such armor like that, they had to have the weapons to back it up...
Melanthe Gwenivere raised a cautious eyebrow at Michael's move...really? And the girl did not see this coming? Another exasperated sigh from what might've been the world's most depressed individual followed. This bar..."he" was smarter than half the people here...and he was a sandbag...
Ugh...'tis was why she hated the world...perhaps someone could show her the joys of it? Perhaps...but that would happen another time...
Ugh...'tis was why she hated the world...perhaps someone could show her the joys of it? Perhaps...but that would happen another time...
Melanthe Gwenivere gazed with all the interest of a sleeping dog at what was now two fights happening...wow...and yet, upon her observation, none of the NPC's she was around took any notice to the action, they were all either too busy amongst themselves, or too drunk and hitting on her to even realize it. Such was a sad day...
Melanthe Gwenivere definitely got that as well...although a good day for her was like the best day ever for others...
That being put aside, she rolled her eyes at the vampire guy running away...her expression remained stoic as ever as well, as aside from the eye-rolling, nothing on her face changed...
That being put aside, she rolled her eyes at the vampire guy running away...her expression remained stoic as ever as well, as aside from the eye-rolling, nothing on her face changed...
Melanthe Gwenivere was still here, and watching from a rather shadowy area. It wasn't all dark, she was just an isolated figure at a large gathering...
And she was not having a terribly good day today.
And she was not having a terribly good day today.
Melanthe Gwenivere shot an expressionless glare at Zabu.
she asked rather harshly in a deadpan way...What do you want?
Melanthe Gwenivere made a poor, uninterested, attempt at mimicking this language the beastman spoke to her, answering him back. It went as follows...
Then swiftly sent a foot towards the small annoying creature. At this proximity to her, that kick was almost guaranteed to hit, and would cause a rather great deal of harm.
Ze'osa re'tal fai'alo ter'por?
Then swiftly sent a foot towards the small annoying creature. At this proximity to her, that kick was almost guaranteed to hit, and would cause a rather great deal of harm.
Melanthe Gwenivere shrugged and left it at that...what? You want more? Fine...
I'm not yelling anything in particular...I just want you to know that I'm entirely not unaware of what you aim to do...so get it over with...my day isn't bad enough yet...add to it...you know you want to...
Melanthe Gwenivere sarcastically mimicked his butchery of the English language.
A true Ice Queen it seemed...
she state with great snark and deadpan.Me know what you do soon it obvious is quite.
A true Ice Queen it seemed...
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