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Melia Clarissa

"There isn't a a flower in this world that looks exactly like another. There's not another human like you, either."

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a character in “The RingBoys”, as played by UltraVioleta

Description

Name: Melia Clarissa

Meaning: Water Princess / Brilliant Pink Flower

Age: 17

Appearance: Image

Her eyes are light pink because of a genetic error in her DNA. This strange sight put off most everyone upon meeting her and she hates her eyes. She’s purchased special colour contacts that let her see and make her eyes greenish blue, although they are very uncomfortable to wear. Her hair is very long and wavy. It is also tinted pink, so she calls herself a strawberry blonde. Often she’ll put it up into a ponytail or braids instead of letting it down, but when she’s does it’s quite pretty. Few are aware, but she loves it when people play with her hair. In a more general despcription, Melia has D cups (but wears bras that make them look smaller because she hates the jealous looks she gets from small chested girls). She is rather short for her age, only about 5' 3", and quite thin (weighing about 103 lbs) with the minimal amount of muscles, though beware as she has four years of karate under her belt.

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Personality:
Melia is as her name suggests: delicately flower-like. Though nice to look at and wonderful to be around, she isn’t very athletic or strong. She always loved to be active, which means she’s often unfocused, dazed or distracted. If she’s not doing something or the something doesn’t hold her attention she’s likely to go off and find something more interesting to do. Specifically she loves to do puzzles and anything that will exercise the mind. She’s wickedly brilliant, like a computer, and can figure out riddles and math equations in at least half the time most can.

Melia is also very open minded and kind, leading her to try many new things and make many new friends. Totally non-judgemental, Melia accepts what is and makes the best of it, making her a very good friend to come to, especially when you have problems you want to talk about. She gives good advice (though it's sometimes cryptic because of the innumerable books she reads) and is usually more than happy to help you when you need help. Melia has always been the first to extend a warm hand and open heart to those who need it and she’s easily able to guess what someone is feeling at that moment. Rarely does she hang back or second guess herself, making her quite confident and encouraging, though not arrogant.

Melia’s favourite pass times are reading, being outside, talking to herself (yes, she does that) and photography. Her camera is very precious to her as it has taken many of the pictures she’s hung on her walls (some of which are very good). Her life dream is to become a professional photographer and she rarely leaves her camera behind. When it comes to naughty or questionable things, Melia becomes a little lost and confused, but usually goes along with it though she doesn’t understand. In this aspect she’s very innocent and flower-like, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel sad. Though she hides it well, the fact that she was orphaned kills her inside. When she feels upset she'll go up into the attic alone and get out the blow up fighting dummy her brother gave her when she was taking karate and she'll beat it up until she's okay again.

Bio:
Melia was born and abandoned, left on the doormat of a Fire Station and found the next morning. Under weight and malnourished, Melia was send to the hospital which nursed her to health again and sent her to an orphanage. She grew up there and was adopted by a nice family when she was almost two and a half. She doesn’t remember much of before she was adopted, and tries not to let it bother her. Even so, she doesn’t like to talk about it and only her adopted parents know. She’s always felt a pain in her heart from knowing that somewhere in the world her actual mother and father did not love her as parents should, and gave her up to the world.

Growing up was a pleasure for Melia, nicknamed Mel by her older brother, and she was glad that despite previous circumstances she wound up here. Her Mom was infertile and the birth of her older brother, Mark, had been a long trail for the married couple. Eventually, after years of treatment and expenses, Mark was born and they were a happy family of three. Three years later her Dad wanted a bigger family then three, as he’d grown up in a family of eight, but didn’t want to make is wife suffer. So they agreed to adopt and fell in love with the two year old Melia, adopting her half a year later.

A happy family of four, they all lived in a fairly average house in a fairly average neighbourhood. They were walking distance from the park and Melia and Mark often went to play. Melia would never forget the joy of being in nature or playing with her brother on the playground equipment. Four years later, when Mark was seven and Melia was about six, Melia discovered a love for pictures. She would draw them, paint them and talk about their beauty every waking moment. For her birthday her parents got her a little camera for children and her brother made her a picture frame. This started her lifelong dream of becoming a professional photographer.

But about three years later, things began to go downhill. Kids at school began to avoid her, having lost the open mindedness they’d had when they were all younger. Her braided, pinkish blonde hair was “weird” and her thick glasses were not “cool” and her light pink eyes were not normal, therefore making them “uncool” and “creepy”. Melia lost the friends she thought she’d have forever, and accidentally let it slip she was adopted. She was teased, ridiculed, mocked and isolated by her peers.

This hurt her deeply and she became cold to everyone, even her family. The camera was even let to collect dust on her bookshelf. All she did was read books; at home, in class, and even into the wee hours of the morning. These books she found were her only escape, serving as a portal into a new and fantastic world, far from the one she was trapped in. Her parents became concerned for their daughter’s health as depression took its toll, stealing her enthusiasm for life and everything it had to offer. They looked into the problem and started to home school their daughter and then their son, who was being teased because of his sister.

Eventually they moved and settled in another state, signing their children up for school there. Having been scarred by her ex-peer’s treatment, Melia vowed to never let silly things get in the way of her being a good friend to someone who needed a friend. She also vowed that if something like in her books came to life, she would not run in fear but open-mindedly embrace it like the characters she’d read about did so often. This showed her how to be accepting and to take everything in stride; and that’s just what she did.

In her new school, Melia was very friendly and kind, and though people still thought she was odd, they didn’t mind her presence. Melia decided this was better than nothing and went on like this for a few years. Then one day she discovered a little trio of girls who were slightly too strange to be accepted into the crowd, very much like her, and began to hang with them. Since that time their bond of friendship has only become stronger and after a few years they decided to become roommates. Her parents, happy she’d found such steadfast friends, agreed to let her go.

Gathering up the money, Melia and her friends purchased a nice little house in a small little town on a little plot of land. It wasn’t a mansion of course but it was considerably big (at least in comparison to what Melia had lived in before). It was a nice new home and the four set to take care of it. Unfortunately this meant cleaning it (which Melia wasn’t particularly fond of). But while cleaning the attic (she had drawn the short straw) Melia discovered something: a box sealed shut with a puzzle. She took it downstairs to show her friends, and having always loved puzzles, Melia openned the box in a manner of minutes. Inside was an old note that read:

“Inside here are four rings. Each possesses a spirit who will protect you and serve you until death. All you have to do is keep the ring on at all times and you will control the beast inside of the ring. Do not let it fall into the wrong hands...”

Intrigued and having found and opened the box, Melia got to choose her ring first. All of them looked nice, but she was particularly drawn to the fish ring. She didn’t know why, as she’d never been fond of jewellery (not even her ears are pierced), but she loved the delicate fins of the fish and the fine details it was composed of, and as she slipped it onto her finger she found it was a perfect fit. In the back of her mind she wondered if it was too perfect, and what all of this could mean. But having vowed man years ago that she would be open minded, Melia did what had gotten her this far in life and decided to take it all in stride. If this did end up to be something like her books had always told her could happen, then Melia wanted to be right here for it.


Posting Example of Writing Style:
Melia awoke suddenly and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to clear her head. What time was it? Melia glanced at her clock which was blinking, meaning that the power had gone out and reset the time. Reaching across her bed to the table that stood beside it she picked up her cell phone and turned it on, looking for the time. 3:15 AM. Melia groaned softly, tossing the phone back onto the bedside table and covering her eyes with her arm. She did this sometimes; randomly woke up in the wee hours of the morning, wide awake and confused. But the reason for doing so was always a mystery to her. She had no sleep disorders and could never recall any nightmares. And as a teenager she ought to be able to sleep until mid-afternoon. Despite these shallow excuses the nagging, whisper of a voice in the back of her head always told her,

‘It’s because you were left on the door step right about now. You’re so troubled by it you continue to wake up at this time, hoping somehow that your mother has decided not to set you down.’

Tears well up in the girl’s eyes behind her arm which was draped limply over her face. Maybe it was the truth. Maybe all these years later she still woke up the moment her biological mother set her down, hoping beyond time and space, hopes that her mother would change her mind and keep the baby she left behind. As the tears spilt past the lids of her eyes, Melia cried herself to sleep like so many times before, and did not hear the four male voices speaking downstairs.

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Other: After moving in her parents sent her a gift: the expensive camera she’d been wanting for almost four years. It’s digital and water proof and was about $3500 dollars. She treasures it and uses it whenever she takes most all her pictures, although she has a spare which was only about $200 that she carries with her constantly in case she sees something she wants to photograph. Melia has told her best friends nothing about her being adopted because she still stings from the ridicule she’d gotten when she was still a child. Anytime she leaves the house Melia puts in her bothersome colored contacts, although when at home she wears her glasses. Melia has a particular fondness of flowers, probably because of the beautiful and soothing image they create in pictures, but also because of their significance in her name and the uniqueness each one possesses.

Theme Song: “Broken” by: Seether featuring Amy Lee

*Later on she may get a tattoo of a fish and a pink flower to represent her and her "fish boy"*


Previously played in "The Ring Boys"

So begins...

Melia Clarissa's Story

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Mikan Hinata

Mikan shifted groggily in her sleep as her bangs tickled her forehead. It had been a long time since anyone had done that to her; not since she was young, she thought. Cracking open her eyes with a grumble to find out who had come into her room, she vaguely saw a figure shutting the door and struggled into something vaguely resembling a sitting position. That was way too tall to be Melia, Calantha, or Nadine. Struggling out of her tangle of blankets, she utilized her already conveniently-freed right hand to untangle herself.

Shivering as her feet hit the floor, she glanced at the clock; 3:15am. Silently cursing whoever had disturbed her sleep, she stumbled sleepily towards her desk. It wasn't that she felt like she'd just gone to sleep, but that she had just gone to sleep fifteen minutes prior. Snatching up the aluminum baseball bat that was tucked behind a stack of books, she shook herself as awake as she could as she headed for the door. Her pajama pants swished as she made her way through the house, poking her head into what rooms she passed on her way to the living room.

As she entered the main room, she froze. Was there someone in the house or was it just one of her friends sitting in the chair? She couldn't tell with the back of the plush seat facing her.

"Hello? Mel, Cal, Nadi, is that one of you?" the bat ring scraped noisily against the handle of the baseball bat as she shifted to hold it at the ready, just in case.

Innes Ross

Innes yawned. "Well it's about damn time. Are all the people in this world so incompetent that they couldn't open a simple little puzzle box?" he chuckled to himself as he stood.

Observing his surroundings, the first thing he noticed was that there were numbers of small, strange, blinking lights in an array of colors throughout the room. Raising an eyebrow at that, he shook his head. A stirring brought his attention to a small form. Approaching the girl quietly, he searched her hand for the ring. It was there. A small smile was brought to his face that his new master would be a girl; he just hoped that she didn't turn out to be brash.

Exiting the room, he continued to be amazed all the way downstairs. The sounds and smells in the residence were so different from what he had been used to, even having lived with an alchemist. At least he was still wearing the blue tunic and black pants and boots that he had been wearing that day so long ago. Brushing his hand over the silver lining and stitching of the tunic, Innes smiled and continued down the stairs. Halting at the bottom step, he was surprised to see a girl holding some sort of weapon standing in the next entryway. Thinking it best not to disturb her in his quite unarmed state, he ducked into the next doorway he saw, which led to what he surmised was a kitchen.

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Melia awoke suddenly and sat up with a small gasp. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to clear her head, Melia could see nothing but darkness. 'What time is it?' Melia thought and glanced at her alarm clock. It was blinking, meaning that the power had gone out at some point in the night and had reset the time. 'That's odd,' Melia thought vaguely. The house was a bit run down but they had never had any trouble with the power before. Instanty her mind jumped to a book series where magic-electricity interaction caused power failures but she brushed that thought aside.

Reaching across her bed to the table that stood beside it she turned the clock off, making a metal note to correct the time at some later point. Beside where the electronic clock had stood was Melia's little cell phone. Lightly brushing her fingers over the table top, since she was not wearing her glasses and the room was pitch black (making it hard to see anything), Melia picked up the phone. It was one of those dinosaur phones that old people used. She picked up her cell phone and turned it on, looking for the time as the light temporarly blinded her.

3:15 AM.

Melia groaned softly, tossing the phone back onto the bedside table and covering her eyes with her arm, wishing that she were still asleep. She hated when this happened. Melia would wake up in the wee hours of the morning, before the sun had cast even the smallest ray over the land, and was unable to fall asleep again. It was better some nights than others. Sometimes she wasn't able to go to sleep again, other times she was asleep in a matter of minutes. On the rare occasion she slept through the whole night without a hitch; but that obviously wasn't tonight.

Why she did this though was always a mystery. She had no sleep disorders and could never recall any nightmares which may have woken her up. Plus, as a teenager, she ought to be able to sleep until mid-afternoon. All of these shallow excuses were in a mind set of good humor as Melia always liked to put a positive or comical spin on things. But in the back of her mind there was a small voice she couldn't get rid of. A nagging, whisper of a voice in the back of her head she could never quite silence, which told her;

‘It’s because you were left on the door step right about now. Seventeen years has passed and you're still troubled by it. This is why you continue to wake up at this time, because you are hoping that somehow your mother has decided not to set you down.’

Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes behind her arm, which was draped limply over her face. Maybe this little voice was speaking the truth. Maybe all these years later, seventeen whole years, she still felt the heart-wretching abandonment a child of any age feels when they know their own mother doesn't love them. Even so long after, maybe Melia still woke up the moment her biological mother set her down, hoping beyond time and space these weak hopes that her mother would change her mind and keep the baby she left behind so long ago. As the tears spilt past the lids of her closed flower pink eyes and trickled down her temples, leaving trails of salt before they vanished into her soft pinkish-blonde hair, Melia silently cried. Normally, with the help of these troubled thoughts who visited her in the night, she would cry herself back to sleep like she had so many times before.

But little did Melia know, tonight was the first of many nights that would be "abnormal".

From down the hall she heard noises and the soft calling of her good friend Mikan. "Hello? Mel, Cal, Nadi, is that one of you?" she called uncertainly and Melia sat up, confused. "I'm in my room Mika. Is something wrong?" she called back in reply, pushing the covering back and slidding out of her warm bed, her toesies hitting the carpeted floor of her bedroom. Her nightgown swished from side to side (it was one of those nice, silky ones Melia adored, although this one was hugging her large breasts rather uncomfortably and was a touch, well, see through) as she opened her door and peeked her head out, looking down the hallway where she say Mikan... with a baseball bat? She was about to ask her friend why she was weilding a bat when suddenly she heard sounds. She felt a chill run down her spine. 'There's an intruder in the house!' she thought, alarmed, 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, what do we do?'

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Innes Ross

As he'd entered the kitchen, of course he had to pause for a moment in wonder about all the little unfamiliar noises. The humming of the refrigerator and the sloshing of the dishwasher were loud and foreign to his ears. Turning to the stove, he was startled by the florescent digital clock that was lit up boldly on it. Approaching the oven, he prodded it a bit and jumped as he touched one of the buttons and it beeped. It wasn't long before he discovered the dials to turn on the flame.

"They certainly didn't have this magic in my day." he chuckled. "I sound like some old codger."

Turning to the fridge, he opened the freezer, "What is this? Some magic chest?" poking his head into the freezer to get a better look at one of the boxes within, he yelped. "Damn, that's cold! Isn't there anything normal in this time?"

Mikan Hinata

Mikan flinched as the figure that had been in the chair stood and turned. She wasn't able to see him very clearly, but as he started speaking she was glad to confirm that her suspicions had been right. He definitely sounded like a creeper. What had he been saying? 'Hello mistress' or something? Then he'd acted like he was in pain for some reason?

"Eh? Do what?" she blinked, and then it hit her. He was actually in pain. "Shit! Are you alright? I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!"

Rushing to his side, she heard Melia call to her from her room. "It's fine, Mel. I just thought I heard something. Can you go check on the others?" she called back before lowering her voice and turning back to the boy in front of her.
"Are you alright? Where are you hurt? Is there anything I can do?" she didn't even realize that her hand was on his back, almost to try and reassure him.
It finally hit her why the boy had freaked out. "Uh. By any chance... Are you from the ring?" her eyes were wide as her right hand went to cover the ring on her left ring finger. She hadn't even realized that she was wearing it like an engagement ring instead of a regular one, as she noticed now with a slight blush.

Hearing a yelp from the kitchen, her eyes widened. "Mel!" she opened her mouth to tell the girl to go back to her room, but shut it again as she glanced at the boy that was presumably from the ring.
Clenching her teeth, she sighed and called out to her friend once more. "Mel, take the bat and go poke your head into the kitchen; I thought I heard something in there and I'm taking care of something in here, so I can't go. If you need me, just call and I swear I will be there in a heartbeat."