Post by Melody Blue on Mar 2, 2015 17:31:36 GMT
MELODY ANGELYNN BLUE
"I pity the poor fool who thinks he's taking advantage of me...because in my eyes, it's the other way around."
"I pity the poor fool who thinks he's taking advantage of me...because in my eyes, it's the other way around."
I say I wanna be healthy, but I turn up the noise; I say I wanna be happy, but I quickly forget, when I sabotage all the good I've got left.
I don't like pain, but I bring it to life
I don't like scars but I am good with a knife
I don't like tears but I'm starting to cry
And then I realize I'm destroying my life...
I do this to myself
I do this to myself
Stop blaming someone else
We do this to ourselves.
THE BASICS
NAME: Melody Angelynn Blue
AGE: 31 years of age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 123 lbs
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Angelic features, icy-blue bountiful eyes, long curly dark brown hair with lighter streaks in the mix. Light-peach toned lips and a natural tan. She usually prefers crop-tops and jeans, nothing too bright usually black, blue, or grey. She has two upper piercings in her ears and a Camera charm belly ring in the shape of musical notes resembling this...
NAME: Melody Angelynn Blue
AGE: 31 years of age
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 123 lbs
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Angelic features, icy-blue bountiful eyes, long curly dark brown hair with lighter streaks in the mix. Light-peach toned lips and a natural tan. She usually prefers crop-tops and jeans, nothing too bright usually black, blue, or grey. She has two upper piercings in her ears and a Camera charm belly ring in the shape of musical notes resembling this...
WHO ARE YOU?
FIVE LIKES: Music, The Beach, Piano, Chocolate, Motor Bikes and Horror movies
FIVE DISLIKES: Kids, Centipedes, Snakes, Rainy Days, and Pink
PERSONALITY:Charming by nature and sweet looking. But looks can deceive, she's your classic passive-aggressive bitch...excuse my language but that's how you'd usually describe her. She's a passive-aggressive kind of gal, she won't let you know she's pissed at you. She won't hint, she'll make you miserable until she feels satisfied. Mel's the kind of girl who smiles at your face than plunges a knife in your back when you turn around. She's not quite a classified 'gold digger' her targets range to anyone who has something she requires. She can practically smell stupidity, and everyone that's not her, she automatically thinks is stupid in one way or another. Very hard to please... Highly self-conceived, I mean if your pretty you should flaunt it right?
FAMILY:
FAMILY:
Jessica Tracy Blue (Birth-Mother) [Unknown]
Dean Jamis Beauregard (Step-Dad) [Unknown]
Dean Jamis Beauregard (Step-Dad) [Unknown]
? (Birth-Father) [Unknown]GROUP: Terminus
HISTORY:
I was born in Seattle Washington.
My mother Jessica was a model and minor actress, she met my dad at a photo shoot in California. They hit it off right away and the outcome was no other than me.
Soon after, my dad disappeared, my bitch for a mother found out she was pregnant, and became resentful of me. That was the end of her modeling career, and as soon as I was old enough to go to school she got a comfortable little office job. It payed well and offered a comfortable life I guess...For my 7th birthday I bugged my mother for these really nice headphones I'd saw in a magazine. After an hour of tears and whining, she got tired of my shit and bought them for me. I always had the most glorious birthdays, I spend them in my room watching horror movies and devouring icecream carton after icecream carton. My mother on the other hand did a little celebrating of her own, with a bottle of Chateau and a wine glass that seemed to never empty. For the first time in my life, she bought me that one gift.
Soon after, my dad disappeared, my bitch for a mother found out she was pregnant, and became resentful of me. That was the end of her modeling career, and as soon as I was old enough to go to school she got a comfortable little office job. It payed well and offered a comfortable life I guess...For my 7th birthday I bugged my mother for these really nice headphones I'd saw in a magazine. After an hour of tears and whining, she got tired of my shit and bought them for me. I always had the most glorious birthdays, I spend them in my room watching horror movies and devouring icecream carton after icecream carton. My mother on the other hand did a little celebrating of her own, with a bottle of Chateau and a wine glass that seemed to never empty. For the first time in my life, she bought me that one gift.
I was so happy...See my mother usually wasn't around, she ignorned me the best she could. Or she spent her time at the office, out with her bitchy friends or on dates with guys whom she would never marry. My mother always had a selective taste with men. Tall, Handsome and with loads of money, your classic gold-digger. Stupid bitch...
My 'step-dad' Dean was handsome, he was a rich businessman with dark hair and a cunning smile. I hated him from the start, he proposed to my mother and the first thing they did following their marriage was ship me off to an expensive all year round boarding school. Of course the marriage didn't last but that didn't make up for my mothers betrayal. From than on I hated that bitch, more than I've ever hated anyone ever.
I fought tooth and nail every second of every day I was there. I failed to escape Winchester High, numerous times. But eventually I escaped that hellhole. All I've ever known was behind me and for better or worse I left it all behind.
I ran and ran as long as fast as I could. I'd never go back, and I never did...
The next years in my life were rough, but better than before which was sad...because I spent my next years on a street-corner singing for money. A rich lady and her snobby husband discovered me one day, they came off as your typical rich, weird couple. They offered me a job as a model, I was young and stupid so I didn't realize the dangers of doing what I did. But I did it, and frankly it was the best thing I ever did. Fuck my mother, my dad, my step-dad, the people at that shitty little school. Screw em all, I was gonna be big, and I didnt' need them anymore.
My life as a model was sweet, I even played a few minor roles in movies. It was a decent life and I enjoyed it, I was just a small model and amiture actress... It got boring. Than I got my big break at the age of 29, two weeks before my birthday. I got a lead role for a movie in Atlanta fucking Georgia! Truthefully I would've preferred Newyork or California but...you know. It's what I could get and I took it.
I regret ever going to Georgia, I fucking hate myself for taking that role. Too late now I guess...I had arrived and was on set when it all started getting weird. First it was small, ya know? A few people on set had the sniffles and a fever. I told them to keep the fuck away from me.
Than like a wildfire it spread, people were acting batshit. It was like a horror movie, the water-boy ate the director and the director ate the male role and he tried to eat me. I didn't stay for the rest I got the fuck out.
I high jacked a car and got out of the city. Frankly after that I don't remember much, I ran out of gas and eventually had to get out of the car. Those things...showed up and I remember running.
I was so scared, I ran into someone. A guy about in his 20's, tall, gruff looking. He looked at me like he'd seen fucking God or some shit.
I panicked, he had a gun on him at the time and I snatched it from him. The first thing I did was put a bullet in him than turn and shoot the dead following me. He didn't know what he had coming, truthfully I didn't feel much guilt.
I stole what he had and carried on, I never did like the country. I'm the last person you'd expect to survive, I was a city girl and I knew it. But now it was practically impossible to go into a city and not find dead everywhere.
I was on my own for the longest time, the only reason I'd survived up to than was because I looted. Looking back on it, I do regret the killing. I mean, who wouldn't? I'd have them to look forward to when I die. I lost count of all the people I'd killed by than, it was so easy... Pathetic. They all were too trusting, you'd figured the apocalypse hit and they'd be more confined. But nope, half were fooled by my looks and other half driven by hunger and thirst. Hell, after that I started assuming everyone had gone stupid. Stupidity is probably a worse illness than what the dead have.
I wandered farther and farther into Georgia, until I came upon the signs.
Terminus
Sanctuary for all
Community for all
Those who arrive, survive.
So I followed the signs, it could be another trick. Who knows, but I was tired of looting people. So I gave it a shot. When I arrived I was nervous, imminently I was greeted by people. I told them nothing of before, what I'd done. I put that all behind me and followed them into sanctuary. I never looked back going into that place, whoever I was before. What I did, what I'd done...Is gone.
My name is Melody Blue and I am a survivor.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER CARRYING?:
- 1. Eyeliner
- 2. A portable CD player and a pair of expensive looking headphones
- 3. Black Bug Out Survival Backpack
- 4. Two Identical Sickles with wooden handles (The handles are wrapped in duck tape for gripping)
- 5. Gold Desert Eagle 50cal
- 6. A wide collection of music CD's
- 7. Reusable Water Bottle
- 8. Vitamins
- 9. Hair Brush
- 10. Pieced together First Aid Kit (Including, Neosporin, Bandages, Rubbing Alcohol, Gauze, Vaseline, Needle and Thread, Band-Aids, Peroxide, Burn Cream, Burn dressing kit, Cold pack, Burn spray, Pain meds and Tape.)
YOUR WHO'S WHO NAME: Shade
SAMPLE POST
Mel sat on top of the roof, gazing at the clouds with those dazzling eyes, which had a metallic charm to them. It had been a while since few of her fellow survivors had left for a supply run. They should've been back by now, truthfully she wasn't even worried in the slightest. Music blasted inside her headphones, usually outside the walls of terminus it was dangerous to have her headphones on. But on the inside, she was free too dream to her hearts content. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, the chill air wielded the aroma of spring. It was a welcomed scent, the winter had her hands tied. Melody sat up, her feet dangled off the edge of the rooftop. This fine day she'd chosen to wear a black crop top. The cold didn't bother her as it did others, she found it hilarious as they squirmed in winters grasp. It was a late winter, and many had gotten sick this month. Knowing Mel she avoided the sick and stayed hell away from anyone near them.
Even in winters beauty she hoped it was over soon...
