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Melaena Leine

"We're all pawns. Pieces of the great giant chessboard of the world. Despite how small our role, we have a great importance and continuation of play - even after death."

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a character in “Black Order: Necromancy”, as played by reveries

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-Age: 18.
-Gender: Female.
-Height: 5'6".
-Weight: 129 lb.
-Hair Color: Reddish-pink.
-Eye Color: Lake blue; when necromancing - neon azure blue.

-Necro Class: Healing Necromancer
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-Personality: Being socially clumsy and a secluded outcast, Mel is a tense, and calm individual that has a hard time putting on a natural smile. Easily nervous around people in general, she's afraid of being around strangers, to the point of appearing meek and extremely shy, even. Despite so, Melaena is quite the intellectual being, well read on books, and having focused on books most of her life, it's probably the main reason for her socially awkward skills. She's quite wary of most people, cautious of them and non-trusting, and tries to stay away from most. Keeping to herself, Despite social clumsiness, Mel is a light-stepped and graceful - in a sense - girl. While not the most athletic person, she has a determined and persevering spirit that's hard to break.

To the very few individuals that are able to break down the fronts of her walls behind the distrusting glares, she's a complicated girl still under the surface. Unable to take a joke, and a real stickler to being serious in her work, it is only her fears that handicap her to the point of becoming practically useless and in need of a support beam. Beneath the surface of her hard exterior, Mel is a simplistic girl with a complicated outlook on life, in a somewhat twisted way of seeing it as a game of chess. Mel enjoys the simple pleasures in the smallest of things, being able to appreciate many things in life and ignore the uglier ones of the kind that brings corruption and hate, because she sees the world in a stone-set until proven otherwise frame of simplicity. This gives her victim as a rather ignorant one of the world's troubles, as she finds small optimistic views, and as well as bigger pessimistic ones.

While she finds the non-living more appealing than the actual living with her independent spirit that prefers to be left alone, once she's made companions and confides trust in them completely, she's very loyal until to them until their betrayal, trusting them with both heart and soul. It takes time to win her trust. though.

-Bio: Growing up, Mel was outcast and left disregarded like more normal Necromancers, hated and shunned. Frankly, it didn't bother her. It wasn't of anything more that she would prefer to indulge in than being the apprentice to her ward: Aleister Crowley VII, and to study the dark arts. She was home-schooled by her ward of both regular education and of dark magic alongside.

Her ward was a powerful Necromancer, quite fond of crows, who had Melaena study hard and to make her work endlessly for his approval so she could become a great Necromancer whom he could be proud of by passing his secrets and dark arts to. As she grew up to see how bitter he was to the rest of the world slowly and exceedingly, she could only wonder as to how he grew so much hatred. Unaffected by his influence, only by training and studies were what she focused on to gain acknowledgement from the man who she could've practically considered her father, she was rather (blissfully) ignorant of her master's plans to overtake the world - to make all of society to bow down to him. Melaena's unknowingly helped him, and as well as the rest of his supporters, but because it was how she grew up, she never knew any better - being a child who didn't have contact with anyone else otherwise.

When he was killed by another necromancer, Melaena was torn and went in a short period of depression. And of so, tried to conjure him back from the dead. She was 15 at the time. He's taken place in her mind - like an alter ego - over the years, trying to overtake her body completely so he may continue, but she's suppressed him - unconsciously fighting back, still hung up over his death. But she's begun to get over this sensitive subject, if not to instead, continue living by studying the dark arts even further with his memoirs and left behind books of research with pure intentions.

Despite his raging terror to continue with his plans, he's sealed in her mind, and occasionally helps the girl out of tough situations, as he waits patiently for the moment to strike and to overtake his apprentice's body. Every now and then, he's appeared, but only for a while before Mel resurfaces. Mel is, of course, unaware of her master's presence in her mind and body. But, he's plotting - to gain power and energy from Melaena so he may take it as his own and to free himself to take over her body, and the girl whose body he's planning to take may not be able to stop him.

Currently, she's off to find the Black Order by hope to stop the dark forces that she had previously unknowingly helped; but really, perhaps it of her master's plan to infiltrate and then seek more power?

-Sample Post:

Pulling the white hood over her head, and shyly were her footsteps as she walked through the pitter-patter of the small crowds that were scattered amongst the square. A farmer's market, she suspected. She was passing through a more less than modern day village, it would seem, like of the Amish. How curious.

Red hair of a long fringe stuck out from her hood, but she kept her head down while she continued her steps. No bothered to turn heads towards the stranger that was in their town, as merely glanced towards the white hood and black cloth wrapped around her. Her black boots were tapping lightly against rock. None bother to inquire about the mysterious thing of black feathers that hung loosely by strings on her hip.

Melaena looked up momentarily as a figure bumped into her. "Watch w'ere ya' goin'!" A tall and broad shouldered man, with a husky build. She retracted back slightly. Her head was bowed to quickly apologize, "o-oh, I'm sorry."

"Haaa? What's this, a female?" A large hand pulled her hood, her grip not strong enough. She stepped back even more in meek nature, shying away.

"Oh? What the hell're is up wit' yer hair? A fashion statement?" An unwanted face peered closer, and she stepped back, only to stutter, not wanting any trouble, "a-ah. Again, I'm sorry. I'm only passing though, please excuse me." She tried to make a break for it.

His hand grabbed hers though. "Hey!"

'What's this? A mere man? Melaena, girl, don't be stupid. Make him let go of you.'

That voice. That all too familiar voice. Where was it coming from? Where? Why'd it sound so close to -

" - I'm talking to you! Hey!" He yelled, making a commotion as everyone else stopped to spectate. 'Make him stop. Now. Or I'll do it for you.'

What was that voice? Her blue eyes darted around to find the source.

"Hey!" The man gripped tighter on her arm in a more painful grip. She hissed. 'That's it. Shut up. And observe.'

"Let g-! " Her shout fell short, as her limbs loosened from resisting. Face downcast below tilting upwards again.

"Well, that's more like it. Turn around!" The man ordered, being much taller and bigger than her, it should've been easy to overpower her. The girl turned around, and while her usual blue were instead a gold, she glared, seemingly unfazed by the grip. "Let go of the arm." It was quiet, so he didn't pick up on how drastically deep her voice was all of a sudden.

"Ha? What, are you kidding me, don't be tryin' nuth-" He suddenly flipped over with his arm that should've been gripping on her, and he groaned out in pain.

"That's how you deal with stupid buffoons, you stupid girl. Put your training to practice. Put your fears aside. To think you're my apprentice, it's almost a shame." She muttered in spite, and as while a crowd was gathering, she seemed to have snapped out her trance.

"What's - ?" Hands retracted to her face, and as the amount of people began to get bigger - she noticed, and out of sudden intimidation from being surrounded by so many unfamiliar people, she made a run for it, red vivid color locks standing out amongst the crowds. She heard several whispers.
'What just happened?'
'Did that child just performed a martial art on that man?'
'Where's the authorities when you need them?'


This always happened when she was in a fickle of trouble. She couldn't begin to fathom why. But it was what went through her mind as Melaena kept running. It would seem that she'd have to get supplies in the next town over as she walked. This area didn't use cars, or taxis for that matter. It tired her. But it was no use helping it. This village was certainly not going to welcome her stay here after what she just did.

Perhaps she'd survive, somehow?

-Other: I read everything.

Melaena is a proficient in martial arts and self defense methods, as her mentor had taken noticed to how her Healing Necromancy would have her open to attack and be much weaker than Black and Cybernetic Necromancers. Only able to flip over a man at the most, twice her size, Melaena herself is useless when it comes to heavy lifting or going long distances, not being much of an enduring fighter. She's currently studying Wiccans and studying medicines, as so to improve her abilities.

She has a fondness for Larks, despite how she carries around a skull like mask of crow feathers, her last object of her master's before she was forced out of her home, which was burned down by several Necromancers to keep secrecy.


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Melaena quietly walked, as she stared at the building before her. Is this the Black Order's headquarters? She has been searching for practically 6 months, and while she should've sought out help from a fellow Necromancer, she wasn't sure whom, seeing as every one as has been sworn into secrecy. The red haired girl has heard of what several Necromancers have done, and the rumors that spread throughout the communities. Of Necromancers using their magic for bad, to hurt the society that had shunned them. She couldn't blame their feeling of betrayal, but she had to blame their weakness towards of not being able to stand with pride with their magics.

Her white hood was pulled by her hands, and while several people paused every now and then to glance towards the girl with a white hood beneath a black trench coat over her body, they looked away, for surely the girl was some cosplaying fanatic. She walked, and though the gargoyles of the cathedral, she nervously stood before it. Just how exactly was she to enter, by just opening the doors? What if they think her as a trespasser? Thoughts began to whirl about in her head, confusion setting in. She wasn't good with many situations. Being shut in a small house most of her life to study, surrounded by dusty books, didn't exactly tell you how to enter an organization whose headquarters was of a cathedral.

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"Shall I call you a sister or are you one of the Outcasts?" Christine's voice was shap, cold, authoritative. Her steel grey eyes cut sharpy into the other girls'.

It's a person. Better yet, it's a confident and sure of her own self woman. The kind that she'd usually look up towards, had she not be so shy. Melaena could feel the nervousness of being such a socially awkward girl seep into her speech. "A-ah, I'm, erhm, unsure to your question?" She meekly took a step back out of consciousness, down a stoned step.

(Unfortunately, I have to go be dragged about with my mother, so I will have to be back later. I apologize for such a short post.)

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"I-is that so?" Now feeling like an idiot, Melaena coughed to clear her voice, embarrassed. Her glance towards the stone steps shifted up towards the orange haired woman before her, gathering her thoughts. Eyes with a stronger gaze now, her voice was more steady. "I hope to be trusted as a 'Sister'. I've come before you voluntarily for I've heard rumors of these.. 'O-outcasts' you speak of." Her fingers was twiddling with each other, but her foot came back up, her back straight with both feet onto one step now. She should introduce herself, just in case.

"I am Melaena Leine, a Healing Necromancer. I-I hope to be able to join the Black Order." She was going fine until that stutter. Melaena felt her face burn a little with redness in near sham, her face starting to blend in a bit with her hair. Her tone was kept polite. "That is to say, if you'll allow me to."

Ahh, she truly wanted to have eyes like the woman before her - shining confidence and having an aura of authority and sureness that wasn't to be questioned. It was quite admirable in her own meek eyes. The blue eyed girl highly doubted that she'd ever find the courage or understanding as to how to do so - no matter how many book she may read. Experience was something that she lacked in when it came to matters such as this.

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Melaena couldn't help but stare longer than necessary at the hovering dark substance above the woman's head, before responding and taking several steps up, in awe. A wraith had been before her? She tilted her head in confusion somewhat, but she didn't stop her moving until she practically beside the orange haired woman, staring at the cathedral's doors. After such a long travel form her comfortable home that was to be eventually burned down, her hand subconsciously reached for the ox skull with raven feathers tied by the red string to her hip underneath the open button trench coat. "Thank you for allowing my presence."

Her hand then lifted towards the doors, as if in hesitance. Melaena bowed her head in respect and politely mumbled, "p-please excuse me, then." Saying her greetings before gently pushing on the doors to enter seeing as she had received permission. The doors opened easily and lightly, as if the weakest wind could push them open, but she had a feeling of otherwise.

It wasn't too impressive, but she couldn't help the look of star-struck awe on her face as she carefully looked over the detailed scriptures of the tall and large pillars. It was so.. large. She stared at it, at the ceiling and at the walls. She couldn't help it, she's never seen a cathedral, much less than a structure that was dubbed as a Black Order's Headquarters.

The red head girl darted her head around as her eyes tried to drink in all of the sight of the building, feeling like a typical child in awe of candies in a candy store after having been told that pick out any they'd wish. She didn't exactly knew how that was to feel like, but she supposed that this was close enough. Melaena took a step inside.

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Melaena perked up a bit to pay attention from her detail obsessing glances all around the building as she had followed after the orange haired woman, as she drunk in more information. So.. She glanced towards the newly introduced Necromancer, 'White Necromancer Izak Rosewright'. Staring at the bandages that covered his eyes, she pieced conclusion and visual data together. Okay.. So, this man is a blind White Necromancer, Izak Rosewright.

She stared, observing the conversation between the metal skeleton like being, who she could only infer was the work of Necromancy, possibly of the orange haired woman, who she picked up as Christine, or 'Chris'. A Cybernetic Necromancer, 'Christine', daughter of the Elder Walker? Her eyes looked towards the woman, Christine, with a gaze of more awe. She was truly admirable.

"Izak, welcome. It has been too long. Meleana, this is Izak Rosewright, a White Necromancer."

“Pleased to meet you.” The blind man said as he turned his attention to Chris.
She bowed her head in respect, speaking lowly her response seeing as his attention war towards Christine, "it is nice to meet you."

She paused once again, before addressing the other two. "Now then. What do the two of you know about the current situation?" The red haired girl patiently waited her turn to speak as she listened to the blind White Necromancer's reporting.

“Anyway,” Izak began, formulating on how to bring this. “I know little of what exactly is occurring, though I have gathered a few oddities here and there.” He paused, nodding to himself before continuing. “The town I passed through on the way here. It smelled of death. The few bodies I was able to salvage and investigate had consistent markings that seemed to be from humans. Dead humans to be exact. Rotten corpses. I suspect Necromancer activity there.”

He allowed the others to comprehend his words. “That'd be all I found out. You? Your the daughter of an Elder, anything happening up there, the lower ones need to know about?”


Melaena turned towards Christine to listen to her response, as she observed quietly. It wasn't to be of her time to speak. It didn't matter. Her speaking wouldn't do herself any good, and taking the conversations would be better for one of her own character, who was already so nervous with yet two more beings in the room. She thanked the gods that there wasn't any more, or she'd be too immobilized or hiding behind Christine to even look up, rather than talk.

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Upon having Christine's attention placed onto her, she squirmed a little, pausing before speaking, her voice quiet, loud enough to hear, but painfully shy. "Ah, well, over the six months in which I traveled, I did learn of something different, since I haven't been through Devro." Her fore fingers were put in front of her, pushing against each other, slightly pressed against her stomach with her arms slightly bent. "Small-time towns in the East and Mountain area, where I has passed, had several Necromancers that my mentor had known of. They were doing some suspicious activity, and weren't like themselves, but I had left the towns before anything bad happened." She paused to gather her thoughts carefully so she may accurately recall. "After two weeks or so later, I'd find out that several of those towns had something happened. They were very.. small, but unusual. Being shrugged off as mysterious and far distanced chains of the dead being sighted, or someone being murdered in an odd way. But it was so.. mysterious.

"It was why I had tried to quickly get here to the Black Order." Melaena glanced from her fingers to the orange haired woman, "b-but other than the rumors from several other Necromancers, I haven't heard of anything different than what Mr. Rosewright here has reported, or of the gossip being passed around."

There was a small whispering, like a light breeze going past her ear, and made her shiver. "So they've started. Good." It caught her attention, if only for a few moments. Her eyes glanced to the left and right slowly for several moments. What was that?

She shrugged it off, merely something of a figment of her imagination, but there was this bad feeling that pitted itself into her stomach. There was something off about today, and she didn't think that it had anything to do with the building she was in. Melaena made her stare go back onto Christine, a stray red hair crossed her vision of her eyes, as she tucked it back in her hood and behind her ear. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing to be afraid of, or suspicious of. Nothing at all..

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Melaena couldn't help but flinch when the door was suddenly kicked down - destroyed. She turned around just in time to see Christine kick down a blond haired woman. .. The intruder? Seeing as it would most likely be the guilty party, she watched how irascible the orange haired turned nonchalantly back to the conversation at hand, and the involuntarily shiver of truly frightening she was.

Choosing only to observe and take no action just yet, as she was still slightly mentally unstable from those whisperings that she swore dd not heard before. So her blue eyes followed as the blind white necromancer Izak Rosewright comforted Christine, as he walked towards the surroundings of what was floor and a door, now a pile of rubbish and destruction. Curtsey of blonde intruder.

Really, she wanted to follow after just to see how'd it go - or rather, who it was, but her feet kept implanted as she looked to Christine in small worry. Her attention was diverted only slightly as she took several steps away from the obviously irritated (at least, before she took on a more calm face, since she was doing an absolutely fantastic job at letting the boiling water appear to be merely simmering, underneath a lid that was dangerously close to popping off) orange hair woman, noticing the wispery ball of a fazed light.

"A will'o whisp?" She muttered, tracing around its form, taking in as much of the sight that she saw as she could from her distance.

If not she had no place to be following, or if she was sure that they wouldn't mind, she'd probably try to dissect that will'o whisp. But then that's be cruel, and she didn't think that the Izak fellow would appreciate it much. She let out a small sigh. Perhaps another day.. ?

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Not wanting to be left behind and merely left to just observe, she walked behind Christine. She made a mental image of a duckling self following after a mother one, though who was in this case Christine, it made her shiver slightly, and took cautious steps. Not a good image to be thinking of. Melaena's eyes immediately noticed an array of skeletons - slightly altered, and immediately knew that the orange haired woman before her was being much, much more serious now in her demeanor. So she tried to advert her attention else where - to the will'o whisp that she oh so wanted to dissect open and see what they're made of exactly, seeing as they were so rare in where she came from.

But she pulled her eyes away to look at the blonde intruder. She wasn't familiar, so she was obviously a stranger. But the girl reminded her of something, rather, someone, but she didn't speak. Merely, now turning attention away from the will'o wisp, Melaena carefully observed some more, and deciding when exactly to take action or to make some move, she merely watched. Her head had a throbbing pain, mostly near her right eye and majority area of her head, but years of concentration made it seem so much less. There were whispers and jumbles and mumbles that she kept picking up though around her right ear, and it bothered her.

"So they've found me. So they've found me. So they've found me. So they've found me. So they've found me. So they've found me." She began to mumble it too, chanting it in a daze as her mind merely focused on the scene before her. It really hurt though.

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Melaena's ears and attention perked as the conversation continued to flow til the woman turned in a gloomy demeanor now - prideful exterior gone, merely ripped to pieces. This woman - Xandra, was it? - was looking for her former ward? Why? How? Since when?

Watching the sullen expression of the blond woman as she slumped her shoulders and walked towards what was left of a mess of a door, the red head called out, "Wait!" She took several steps forward. "Don't go just yet! If you could, I have some questions as well! Who was your master? Did he know of Aleister - how much? How did they meet - or did they ever? Why would he ask you to come find him in his will?"

She couldn't help the sudden bomb of questions coming from her mouth. She always knew that he had been known by several people, seeing as he had connections, met strange people. Practiced necromancy. "Why haven't you been able to find him?" Her fists were grasped tightly near her body and held the red strings as if in reassurance. The strange people who also practiced Necromancy had known him and came to their village. Why wasn't she able to find him? He'd always been there - but not for her?

A reasoning of conductive and analytical thinking kept prodding at her mind, but she cast it aside. Melaena much rather preferred that this mysterious woman answer them herself, rather her mind doing so for her. The white hooded girl added as an afterthought from realizing that she suddenly spoke up with that loud outburst, head tilting downward and shoulders slightly slouching. "I-if you wouldn't mind my asking.. that is." The whisperings and mumbles were still continuing.

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Processing the information that she was being given as the blond woman spoke, the red head spoke back to give her name was requested - as it was only polite. "I'm.." She was cut off on her sentence, as her attention was immediately brought to the metal skeleton that had alerted of Elder Walker's presence nearby. Melaena watched as she watched a tall man - most likely the Elder, as also support by the fact that Christine darted out to catch the severely wounded man, calling out to him as her father. If she had remembered correctly, Christine was the daughter of the Elder, so it was obviously that the man who was weakly being held by the orange haired woman, of whose reputation of as a powerful necromancer, was the Elder Walker himself.

As Christine called out for a Healer Necromancer to be brought, the almost sickly pale girl moved forward towards the two. Arriving as Christine had done something to make a dark force hovering over his body disappear, the red head crouched down to take a better look. "I can help," she softly stated, as she looked over the wounds and spots that had profuse bleeding.

She looked over to the worried expression that had traces of agitation as well, of Christine
s, "t-that is, if you'll let me." Despite the hesitant statement, her hand was already softly glowing, ready to conjure the dead and to immediately get to work, as her eye color also beginning to brighten as well.