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Mel Trigueros

"I don't want to know if someone's talking behind my back. I might 'accidentally' kill them."

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a character in “Paris, France Boarding School”, as played by LostRiver

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F U L L N A M E
Melissa Rachel Nzekwu Trigueros

N I C K N A M E S
Mel [everyone], Trig [track team], Pombinho [father]

A G E
18

G E N D E R
Female

Y E A R
Senior

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

R O O M N U M B E R
202

H O M E T O W N
Lisbon, Portugal





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H E I G H T
5'2"

W E I G H T
130 lbs

B O D Y T Y P E
Athletic

H A I R
Mel's hair is long and dark brown. It is usually worn either down in its naturally messy, curly state, or up in a bun or ponytail.

E Y E C O L O R
Chocolate

C L O T H I N G
Mel's clothing tends toward comfort rather than fashion. She typically wears jeans, big sweaters, loose fitting tees and jackets, and comfortable boots or sandals. However, that is not to say that she has no sense of fashion. When it comes to dressing up,

P I E R C I N G S
Mel has five in her left ear and six in her right. She also has a belly button piercing as well as a nose piercing on her left side.

T A T T O O S
While the official law in Portugal is that one must be 18 to get a tattoo, in the part of Lisbon that Mel is from, that law (along with many other laws) is rarely enforced. So, when Mel turned 16 she got her first tattoo, a plain black cross between her shoulder blades. Her next tattoo, 6 months after her first, was to commemorate her mother's date of death, IV.IX.MMIII (April 9, 2003) on her left bicep. Mel got her final tattoo the day before she left for school this year, the word pombinho with a small dove next to it.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
✦ Confident ✦ Charming ✦ Loud ✦ Hardworking ✦ Headstrong ✦
✦ Stubborn ✦ Fun ✦ Loyal ✦ Wise ✦

To friends and family, Mel is generally known as a headstrong, stubborn, and confident girl. She never backs down from a challenge either placed on her or on her friends (although there are times when she probably should). The reason for this is that she was taught from an early age that a man's pride can only be taken from him if he lets it be taken. So, naturally, Mel has always made the conscious decision to never let anyone take away her pride or the pride of those close to her. Despite the fact that she is easily angered by submissive, spineless people, Mel is fiercely, stubbornly loyal to her loved ones. Therefore, while she may be quick to anger, she has never and will never turn away from a loved one no matter how angry she is.

Although her stubborn, forceful, loud demeanor may come off as annoying and, in some cases, mean, Mel has never been a malicious person in any way, shape, or form. She is a fun-loving jokester and is always in the mood to have a good time. That being said, Mel is also very in-tune to the feelings of others and she knows when her jokes are unwanted or when they go too far.

Mel has always been a wise girl. Many say that she was born with an old soul. She is great with advice, but sometimes feels a disconnect with people her age. Despite her wisdom, however, Mel is not a book-smart person. She is more street smart and logical than anything; so, she has struggled often with grades. She is not dull or stupid, but several subjects like English and History escape her. That being said, Mel is wise and charming and she knows how to get decent grades in her classes.

Mel is a headstrong, sometimes annoyingly loud girl with strong opinions and a short fuse; however, she her humor, empathy, and stubborn loyalty to those she loves makes her a good friend who will always have your back.




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H I S T O R Y
Mel was born in one of the worse parts of Lisbon, Portugal to a loving mother, father, older sister, and six older brothers. Her sister, Isabella, was the oldest of the flock, a full 14 years older than Mel. Despite the fact that her family was loving and stuck together, being the youngest of seven meant that Mel was always a bit forgotten about in terms of her parents. They tried their best to watch after all of them, and Mel has absolutely never held it against them that she was more than once accidentally left somewhere she shouldn't have been. In any case, having a mother that was seemingly always at work, and one older sister who, after the age of 16, was alway somewhere more important, Mel never really had any great female role models. This, paired with the fact that she was growing up with six older brothers in one of the more seedy areas of Lisbon, forced Mel to become a tough girl. She would often get looks from the pink-clad girls when Mel would challenge a boy to an arm-wrestling match, but she rarely gave those onlookers a second glance. After all, her dad always told her, "The only someone can take your pride is if you let them."

After the six boys that preceded her, Mel's father was more than excited to have another baby girl. He spoiled her as much as their funds would allow and always gave her goodnight kisses. By around the age of five, he had taken to calling Mel "Pombinho" meaning "little dove" in Portuguese because she was tiny, chatty, and quick like a bird, but she also brought a sense of peace and wholeness to the family.

Mel's mother was less domestic than her father. She loved her family, but having eight children and working two jobs had put an unfathomable amount of stress on her mind and body. She was not a bad mother, but after Mel was born she had, understandably, wanted some time for herself. What Mel remembers most of her mother were the nights that she would stay awake to see her mom come home from a long night out with friends and would still go to every room to whisper goodnight to each of her children. When Mel was six, her mother passed away quietly in her sleep from a heart attack after weeks of chest pain brought on by an unknown heart condition. It was a bleak time for the entire Trigueros family, especially Mel's father who now had to figure out how to raise seven children. Isabella had moved away to Spain to find work and was sending whatever she could back home. Extended family from both her mother's Kenyan side of the family and her father's Portuguese side of the family, pulled together to help the family. The support and money ended up being enough to put two of Mel's brothers through school.

The family was just scraping by when Isabella called to tell them all that she was getting engaged to an extremely wealthy Spanish man named Emmanuel Hunter. It seemed too good to be true, but he was an extremely generous man who was heir to some Spanish fortune and a booming shipping company. Emmanuel was able to buy the Trigueros family a modest home in the nicer part of Lisbon, he put three more of Mel's brothers through school, and he currently pays for Mel's boarding charges (although she works as often as possible to pay for anything she can pay for herself). He is a good man and Mel is grateful for everything he has given her family. Because of him, Mel was given incentive to get back in touch with Isabella and she began speaking with her sister on a weekly basis, finally gaining that female role model that she craved in a houseful of boys. She is now extremely close with her sister and turns to her for all the female advice that she never got growing up.

Mel's family has basically been her entire life which is why boarding school has been hard, but also why it has been good for her. She talks to her dad, each of her brothers, and her sister every other week (if not more often), but being away from them has given her the chance to be herself more than she was ever able to be. Mel has been able to expand her love of running (something which she found was a calming time for her to get away from home when growing up) and has become the star of the track team. People see Mel for who she is at school and they like her, and that is why she truly loves school. She hopes to someday be an architect and be able to support any family member that needs it.

F A M I L Y
✦ Rachel Trigueros ✦ Mother ✦ Deceased ✦
✦ Peter Trigueros ✦ Father ✦ Living ✦ 57 ✦
✦ Isabella "Iz" Trigueros-Hunter ✦ Sister ✦ Living ✦ 32 ✦
✦ David Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦ 30 ✦
✦ Jack Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦ 27 ✦
✦ Samuel "Sam" Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦ 25 ✦
✦ Dominic "Dom Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦25✦
✦ John "Johnny" Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦ 23 ✦
✦ Miguel "Mikey" Trigueros ✦ Brother ✦ Living ✦ 21 ✦

So begins...

Mel Trigueros's Story

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N I C K N A M E
CiCi

D O R M R O O M
200

Y E A R
Junior

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
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Cady couldn't believe she was actually here. She finally had a chance to be who she wanted to be without her money or family getting in the way. She had a chance to live like any other normal teenager in the world. Of course she loved her parents, regardless of all the bullshit she went through because of them, but it was nice to get away from it all.

As of right now, she found herself sitting on the edge of the fountain in the center of campus, waiting to hear from Jared. He said he would catch up with her after he unpacked, but it's been about six hours since then and it never took that long to unpack two bags. "Where the hell are you?" she thought to herself as she pulled her phone out to check the time. 5:45, he had more than enough time. What was keeping him?

Cady slid her phone back into her pocket and tucked her hair behind her ears. With a sigh she stood to her feet and decided to walk around campus for a bit, maybe even try to interact with some of the other students. Of course she knew that to many of the students who have been here for a couple years would realize she was new, but at this point she honestly didn't care. She didn't mind being the talk of the campus for a bit. It was inevitable to happen.

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Esme was a patient person, but dang, did she have her limits.

It was more anticipation than anything that the newly found impatient air was conjured from. She just couldn't help but feel excited. Her best and oldest friend was coming to the school, and she honestly couldn't wait. Literally. His transfer came as quite a surprise to her originally, though it was a happy surprise. Esme had come to the boarding school about mid-semester the previous year due to some very unfortunate circumstances and had to leave Jasper by himself, who was also involved in the unfortunate circumstance. It was a very reluctant move, but she couldn't argue. She was in no mental state to do that, and her parents were in equal mental distress-- which is why they sent her away in the first place. It was hard enough on her losing a sister, but for a parent to lose their child and have to look at a second daughter they almost lost as well, it made sense sort of. At least, she wanted it to make sense.

Esme had yet to see Jasper since she left a couple of months back for the school. She would have seen him at the current year’s orientation, but she had extended her trip in Spain for a couple of days as per her grandparent’s request. She really couldn’t tell them no. If she had known Jasper was going to orientation, well, it might have been a different story then, but apparently he had wanted to keep his transfer a surprise. She could have kicked him for it, but she was too happy to care.

As soon as she got to the school, she had dumped her things in her room a little chaotically, but decided that while she was waiting for Jaspers text saying to meet him, she could clean up a bit for her roommate’s sake. The last thing she wanted was for Mel to walk into their room and trip over one of her sketchbooks or bags she’d left sitting on the ground, no, she wouldn’t be too pleased with that.

After she shoved her clothes into the dressers and tried as best she could to neatly arrange her art stuff on her desk, she threw on some fresh clothes that didn’t make her feel all gross and uncomfortable for having worn them on such a long plane ride. As if on cue, her phone buzzed, and Esme flipped it open and managed to get to her inbox and open the message. Yeah, the flip phone was old and low-tech, but that’s what was good about it. It was simple. She could never find out how to work those fancy phones.

β€œLet’s meet by the fountains. I think I can manage to find those at least. Want to grab food?
- Jasper”


Esme grinned from ear to ear, typing back β€œYeah, of course! Be down there in a minute!” After slipping her phone into her purse, she quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper and left it on the door for Mel. It read, β€œGoing to meet a friend by the fountains to get dinner. Come join us if you’re free!” Esme defiantly wanted Mel to meet Jasper, she’d already heard so much about him. Mel was actually the only person who knew Esme’s history currently, and Jasper was a big part of that, most especially with the most recent developments of the deaths.

But with that, she ran off in her completely eager mood.

She had only just gotten into eyesight of the fountains before she ran right smack into Jasper, who was very nearly a whole foot taller than her. She nearly fell over, but a hand suddenly gripped her forearm to steady her. β€œI know most girls fall head over heels for me, but never this literally,” sounded the chuckling voice of the blonde haired boy grinning down at her with his notorious boyish smirk. Esme gave him an exasperated look, but all to quickly it turned into a wide grin, and she threw herself into his arms with a loud, happy laugh. β€œCome on! That’s the first thing you say to me in months?” She rolled her eyes over dramatically, as he set her down from the large hug. Looking up the face she grew up beside most of her life, a calmness was sent through her that she hadn’t felt for a long time, probably since before the crash. She almost felt like she wanted to cry, but didn’t want to make herself a useless blubbering fool. Jasper grinned back, his own pure joy seeping through. β€œWell, I was planning on a whole surprise, remember? I had everything planned out; I was going to tap you on the shoulder once I spotted you, you would turn around after letting out a small scream cause I scared you, you would get all huffy, but then you would cry and disregard the fact I scared you cause, well, It’s me. I’m pretty damn great.” Esme poked his side playfully, saying, β€œyeah, you’re pretty okay.” But he was right. He was pretty damn great; He knew it, she knew it. It was hard not to know it when they grew up so co-dependent on one another. He was like an extra appendage she’d lived without for too long.

Damn it, she felt a tear drop down her cheek.

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D O R M
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Y E A R
Senior

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
Track

D I A L O G E
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Mel grunted, pushing her messy hair out of her face as she continued to drag her million-pound suitcase through campus.

"Take the later flight he says," the brunette grumbled to herself, fixing the strap of one of her duffels bag for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. "Didn't think the pilot would have an allergic reaction to his copilot's lunch, did he?" She stopped a moment to give her poor arms a break, mentally cursing herself for listening to her father, and looked around at the school grounds. Most people seemed to have already moved in and were now leaving their dorms to find friends or food. Mel sighed in annoyance at her lateness and continued her trek to her dorm. She was stopped by several people on her journey -a few from her track team, a professor from the previous year, a couple of class friends, another Portuguese student, a freshman looking for directions- before finally stopping at her building with a relieved huff.

Getting her bags to her room was not as hard as anticipated. By the time Mel was at her door, room 202, she was winded, but not completely spent. Looking at the door, Mel saw a note stuck to it reading, 'Going to meet a friend by the fountains to get dinner. Come join us if you’re free!' She grinned to herself, knowing it was from Esme. After a long break, Mel was excited to see her friend and didn't want to waste time unpacking all of her things -knowing her habits, she probably wouldn't be fully unpacked for weeks to come anyway. Upon opening the door to their room, Mel smiled to herself seeing that Esme had clearly felt the same. Although she wouldn't go looking in any of Esme's personal things, Mel could tell from the odd bra strap, pant cuff, and sweater sleeve hanging out of Esme's dresser that the girl had probably thrown her clothes in there and rushed out.

Knowing that she was already later in moving in than most people, Mel took little time unpacking a few essential toiletries, picking out a new outfit, fixing her makeup a bit, and hurrying out the door. She was nearly to the fountains when she spotted a group of people in which she recognized a couple of girls. She was about to stop to to say hi but noticed that they seemed to be in a conversation with a boy and girl that she had never seen. Not wanting to get into a conversation and miss seeing Esme, Mel decided not to go over to them. However, she made a mental note of the boy's handsomeness, and continued walking with the intention of introducing herself later if she saw him again.

When she finally came to the fountains, it took little time for Mel to find Esme. The stylish "New York" vibe that Esme gave off always made Mel feel slightly like a slob, but she'd gotten used to it and found that Esme was a valuable friend to have when it came to style. Talking to Esme was Jasper, Esme's good friend. Although Mel had never actually met Jasper face-to-face, she had seen pictures of him and had spoken with him on the phone several times when she was in the room with Esme. He was seemed like a fun kid, and Mel was surprised to see him here, not knowing that he would be here this semester. Esme must have forgotten to mention that.

In any case, Mel grinned slyly to herself as she came around behind Esme. She was about to surprise the girl when Jasper suddenly grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away. Surprised, Mel halted for a moment before jogging to catch up. They were still walking, Esme behind Jasper when Mel stood on her toes and quickly wrapped Esme in a bear hug from behind, chuckling happily before releasing the girl and spinning Esme to face her and give her a proper hug. Pulling away from the hug, Mel held Esme's shoulder's for a bit longer and smiled. "OlΓ‘, bonita. It's so good to see you. "
Mel laughed happily again and looked over Esme appraisingly. "VocΓͺ Γ© bonita," she said happily, assuring Esme that she was, in deed, beautiful.

Happy with finally seeing Esme, Mel turned to where Jasper had stopped to talk to someone and noticed that that someone was the boy that she had seen with the girls she knew from before. Mel turned her head to look at Esme and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'who's that?'.