London Dawn Merlo

"Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don't." ~Steve Maraboli

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a character in “Vampire Code: Remake”, as played by Machubi-Uniki


London Dawn Merlo
”London-Fortress of the Moon”; Dawn-“Sunrise”; Merlo-“Blackbird”

“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Apple Inc.


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High School Senior


|Physical Description|
London is about average height, standing at 5’5” and possessing an extremely slender build evident by her only weighing 112 lbs. She has waist length blond hair and her bangs are not only always long enough to cover her eyes but always do cover her eyes. Her only real defining trait is the beige hoodie she always wears to help cover her eyes. If you could see them, you would find her irises to be a striking sapphire color that some say seem to pierce your very soul.

Her clothing style is reserved in color as she only wears blacks, beiges, browns, and other wallflower shades. Her entire presence can easily go unnoticed as she carries herself with so little an existence.


|I can...|
Sing and dance (if no one is there), perform house chores, run fast, do schoolwork well, sympathize with others social misfortunes, make quick informed decisions, it should be noted that she is an extremely perceptive individual (perhaps a little too perceptive).

|But I can't...|
Play a single instrument, work a computer, stand in front of people, have a normal conversation, work in groups, do arts and crafts well, voice my opinion well, act on my decisions in social situations. Lets just say social relations in general aren’t her thing.

London is a girl fighting a constant internal battle. She suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder, “Social anxiety disorder or social anxiety is an excessive emotional discomfort, anxiety, fear or worry about social situations. The individual is exceptionally worried about social situations, being evaluated or scrutinized by other people - there is a heightened fear of interactions with others. Social anxiety disorder is sometimes referred to as social phobia. A phobia is an irrational fear of certain situations, objects or environments.” (Taken from Christian Nordqvist’s article What Is Social Anxiety Disorder? What Causes Social Anxiety Disorder?) Anyways, this phobia of sorts causes her to be socially awkward on extreme levels and has led to her isolation from society on many occasions; this is something she desires to change. Her entire goal in life is to be a performer that changes the world (to what she isn't sure) with her voice and dancing but to do this she knows she must change and is striving to do so.

She is on a constant mission to see herself in a different light; however, her self-critical and self-defeating tendencies many times cause her to enter states of despondency and withdrawal. She’ll take two steps forward towards making friends and establishing relationships only to end up taking three steps backwards.

Working against her is her impatience; she has a very hard time taking baby steps in any aspect of her life. This causes her to set goals she can’t reach (and also causes her to walk really fast all the time.).

Despite her apparent pessimism, London is actually optimistic about other people. She truly believes that everyone is deserving and capable of achieving happiness and she wants to go out of her way to help people achieve that happiness (she just doesn’t feel that she can). Her own plight has made it easier for her to sympathize with other people even if she can’t yet show that sympathy in face-to-face communication. Instead, she has taken to leaving others anonymous notes meant to encourage them. Of course, these notes can also be used to express her annoyance with people and their actions because despite her optimism about individuals and her social awkwardness she is relatively easy to enrage.

|I like...|
To eat chicken teriyaki (oh and teriyaki flavored jerky), dancing and singing in places where no one can see or hear, to read in quiet corners, to stand in front of mirrors (alone) and practice for social interactions, animals.

|But I don't like...|
Social interaction such as standing in front of people or just interacting with others in general, pulling my hair out of my face and being without my hoodie, being alone, doing homework, eating ‘green’ food (vegetables in general).

None at the moment.

London has never in her life been to the city London. Though that is usually the first question she receives when she is introduced. She was homeschooled by her mother in a small town in the north of Washington State until she turned thirteen. Her mother was very overprotective and her father was never really around for one reason or another. By the time she was thirteen she was exposed to the public school system for the first time where she was met with constant bullying brought on by her severe anti-social behavior. This did not help matters when it came to her Social Anxiety Disorder.

She was diagnosed with the disorder at the age of sixteen and it was recommended that she try to combat the phobia by experiencing life without her mother hovering around her. Originally, she was to attend a school meant to help those with mental disorders, but through a series of misunderstandings about what the school was actually meant for, London was enrolled in the University of Diversity instead. However, she’s not going to let this unfortunate hiccup stop her from curing herself!

Currently not applicable.

London has a secret desire to travel to London, England and write 'London was here' at the base of Big Ben.

|Theme Song| ”Who You Are” by Jessie J

I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!
Just go, and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...

No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
Yeah yeah yeah


So begins...

London Dawn Merlo's Story

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London Dawn Merlo

So this was Iowa, it was certainly warmer than what London was used to and that made it a lot harder to wear her hoodie and be comfortable doing so. However, she’d be very uncomfortable not wearing it. Her hopes were high for this year, she could tell there were going to be changes, the menacing gloom that seemed to stalk after her told her that much. Of course, this ominous shroud didn’t necessarily doom her to a terrible year, no she was doing that to herself by hiding from the crowds and being completely and utterly unable to say hello to a single soul. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried, she had. Simply put, she had tried and failed, quite miserably. By this point she was sitting behind a bush pondering what had gone wrong even after all the practice in the mirror.

Trying to initiate a conversation she discovered early on was a mission condemned to failure, however, her hopes were that if someone else said hello she could at least return the favor. However, when this opportunity arose, the people saying hello were not only strangers to her but also chose to do so in a group and she ended up having a panic attack that sent her into hiding. Now clutching her chest as she tried to remind herself to breathe properly she criticized her actions, what is wrong with you!? Lightly she smacked her cheek, they were being nice; they weren’t criticizing me! That could have gone so well but I ruined it! This is hopeless.

A spark of determination brought her to her feet as she reminded herself again of what she had to do, stop that! Pity never got anyone anywhere! I can’t change if I don’t think I can change! Which probably means I’ll never change, but yes I can. The revolution of her mind came in quick and sudden bursts as she clenched her fist before her, turned towards the school again, and faced the throng of people. In the end her scarlet face led her towards the deserted part of the school where she found herself better able to calm down, or at least that’s what she thought for the moment.

“Pleasure meeting you here!” London nearly mentally died right then and there as an older man with round glasses took her hand and shook it so fiercely she was forced to meet his gaze. The result? Her entire body took to trembling and her already scarlet face turned green from nausea. “I take it you’re here for the sponsorship program! Splendid right this way no need to be shy! Follow me now.” Somehow she couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine as his final statement trended more towards a threat than a request.

Just what this sponsorship program was, London had no idea, she’d only just arrived at the school half an hour ago and she hadn’t even found her dorm building yet, or her bags for that matter seeing as they were lost on the flight from Washington to Iowa. “W-wait, sponsor, I do-” she begun.

“I’m so glad to see you are just so willing. Right this way, so many papers to sign so little time.” The man walked unusually fast and all but carried London into a building and office that didn’t inspire much confidence in a euphoric ending to this adventure. The man then proceeded to shove London into a folding chair with such force she nearly fell backwards. Confused and beginning to feel light headed the blonde tried to piece together in her head what exactly she was so willing to do. For the life of her she couldn’t remember agreeing to anything and yet this man seemed convinced she had.

“B-but I did-” Again her thought was interrupted this time by a pile of papers being shoved into her lap.

“GREAT! Here’s a pen, just sign there,” he pointed at a line on the bottom of the page, “and you can be on your merry way. Or you could just sit here with me for as long as it takes for you to understand. We could have a nice long conversation about it or I can just fill you in while you sign and you can be gone in two seconds it’s up to you.” This man had completely lost London’s attention the moment he asked her to sign the document. Not because she wanted to leave as soon as possible (though she certainly did) but rather because of the mere fact he wanted to watch her fill out a document. Deeper confusion set in as she wondered where she had been taken and who he was and why she was here. What did I do wrong to end up here? I don’t remember what I did wrong! I must have done something. Who is he again?

“I’m the Sponsorship Club Director,” the man started to speak. London looked up at the guy, this would be the final straw because the moment she made eye contact with him for the second time her mind went blank. No longer did she register who he was or she was, or where she was, or what she was doing. The man was talking but she couldn’t hear any of his words over the sound of the pounding of her heart. Nor could she hear the sound of scratching as her clammy, cold, trembling hands, scribbled her name on the paper, London Dawn Merlo.

She had no idea what she had written or if she had even written anything at all. By this point, the chances that she had actually penned her name on the line was astronomical seeing as she was a mere shell of her former self. However, chance and the aligning of the stars would have it that the line was marked and the deed done. Even if London didn’t know it herself.

The form was removed from the still soulless girl and the four-eyed man smiled before tucking it away in a mass of papers. “Pleasure doing business with you Ms. Merlo.” He stood and brushed himself off before helping London to her feet and guiding her out the doors of the workplace and building. “Let me take you to your dorm room, you seem a little flustered at the moment and I worry you may be unable to find it on your own.”

The walk was rather slow paced as the man was currently guiding a weak jointed stringed puppet along a poorly kept path. At the end of this path was a shoddy building that looked like it would collapse if you simply opened the front door. He led her inside and then guided her up a flight of stairs and down a hall. He stopped in front of a forlorn oaken door and took out a key. He unlocked and opened the portal before handing the key to London.

By this time London had started to regain her mental functions, and actually analyze her surroundings. What kind of dorm is this? It’s an accidental death waiting to happen. The man patted her shoulders, “well then make yourself at home. If you need me you know where to find me.”

That most certainly was not the case for London, still trembling she went to reach out for the man that was starting to leave, “a-a…”. Her throat was so dry her voice actually got stuck inside it, but that was nothing compared to how dry her mouth was. Before the man’s feet (seeing as that was all she could see from beneath her bangs and hood) disappeared completely however he turned back around.

“Just in case you didn’t hear me before, you’re to look after the witch vampires; if you need any specific information on how to do this, I have some files in my office or you could always just ask them. Well then, bye.” Then he literally picked his feet up in a mad dash to get away from her. London stood there; the nausea and dizziness made her feel like she was about to keel over then and there. However, even they weren’t enough to stop her next thought, what is he talking about?She turned towards her dorm room. It was dark inside and covered in cobwebs. There was wallpaper that was tearing away from the wall, and a broken light bulb on the ceiling as well as a single dirty window with chipped paint acted as her only light sources. This isn’t a room! This is a cave of shattered dreams and confusion!

Well, an hour in to her first day and already London had shot herself in the face, metaphorically speaking of course. At least, she was pleasantly unaware of what she had done to deserve this. All in all, it is time to test the age-old proverb, “ignorance is bliss.”