Melody Lilith Jenson

[summer melody beauregard]

Character Name: Melody Lilith Jenson
Nickname(s): Mel, Melly, Lo, Dy, Lil, Lily, Lody
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: Junior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Hipster
Weight: 110lbs
Height: 5"4
Appearence:

Eyes - - Melody has beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes are the type that are guarded and hardly show emotion. She’s trained herself to hide just about every emotion she feels that could potentially get her hurt. Every emotion, aside from one she’s yet to experience. Love. She’s yet to discover how hard it is to suppress an emotion that phenomenally powerful.
Hair - -Her hairs literally been every colour you could imagine, however she ultimately settles for black. She tends to tease it ever so slightly to add volume to its tangled mass. She tends to flip flop between side bangs and straight edged bangs.
Build - - Mel is rather thing, though not unhealthily so. Her breasts aren’t too big, yet they aren’t too small. Her build is almost hourglass shaped.
Clothing - - Melly wears bright, funky clothing. Her originality is one of her most treasured things. She wears teals, hot pinks, bright yellows and much more. Her neck lines tend to plunge ever so slightly, Her favourite pattern being plaid. Really, she just wears whatever she feels like in the morning
Makeup - -Her makeup is normally bright, her eyes are either darkly lined with mascara and eye shadow, or brightly enhanced with liner and bright colours. She leans more towards bright red lipstick, it allows her lips to pop from her relatively pale skin.
Distinguishing features - -Mel has a couple scars on her body. She’s a hipster with a rather troubling history. She has scars on both her upper thighs, as well as a few on her chest from something that happened to her before she moved to California.

Personality:

LIKES
-Photography’s - - Its her guilty pleasure to be frank. She adores taking photos of just about everything that moves, walks, talks, and breaths. Even some still life like grass and lockets and such. She’s quite the inspiring artist.
-Modeling - - Shes secretly a model. Okay, maybe not so secretly. She adores being both behind and in front of a camera. That’s not a crime right?
-Cheerleading - - Unfortunately, She IS a cheerleader. She loves beign thrown around in the air. Thats right folks! Mellys a flyer. And a damn good one too! Her shortness lets her soar and her slim body lets her spin.
-Music - - Music is probably her husband. She can’t live without that good old pumpin beat. She dances all night, plays all day, and doesn’t give a damn what adults say.
-Drugs - - So...this one might be illegal, but this girl loves partying. She does just about anything you’d give her. Honestly, she walks that fine line between druggie, hipster, and emo.
-Alcohol- - So musics her husband, Drugs are her religion and alcohol? Well, lets just say its her baby. She drinks alot, not enough to get sick. But if you see her with a waterbottle at school, guess what it really is? Mhm, coke and vodka’s her favourite poison.
-Parties - - She adores partying. Its like...her grandchild? I don’t know im running out of anologies! When she isn’t at school, or out doing drugs, or at the mall, or dying her hair, or...well you get it. Shes at a party.
-Teddy Bears - - Its her naughty love. She adores teddy’s. There about the ONLY thing this chick will cuddle.
DISLIKES
-Boys - - Due to certain aspects in her past, Melly doesn’t like boys whatsoever. It takes alot for them to earn her trust and/or respect. She refuses to let them near her, in result hasn’t met many guys in Central.
-Touching - - Shes not big on touching. Not at all to be honest. She squeeks, yelps, and jumps when even so much as poked. She only cuddles with people she trusts alot. And rarely holds hands or plays any sort of sexual games.
-Loneliness - - She hates being alone. Need I say much more?
-Chocolate - - unlike most girls, chocolate is her worst enemy. It reminds her of shit and she REFUSES to eat it .Not even on dares.
-Science - - Science is the reason she dropped out for a year or so, she hated the teachers, hated the tests, hated the experiments and the foundation of knowledge they shovelled into your heads.
-Backstabbers- - She doesn’t like trusting in someone then finding out they’ve been fucking with you all along. But who really does?
-Preps- - Ugh. Preps. Annoying. Bitchy. Fake. Stupid. Need I say more?
STRENGTHS
-Running - - Shes a good runner, she’s been threw alot and has learnt that speed could very well save your life.
-Fighting - - She learnt the hard way that having a good left hook is mandatory when living in the big city. Though, in Cali not so much. She still knows how to fight.
-Lying- - She doesn’t lie often. But when she does she’s damn good at it. She only lies about her past.
-Hiding - - when fighting, running and lying don’t do the trick, then she basically hides.
WEAKNESS
-Loving - - Shes awful at showing emotions in general, btu love is the scariest for her. Her mother and father both proved to her that love isn’t fully real. She knows that the minute you change even the smallest detail about yourself, love can fail instantly. She doesn’t trust anyone to love her, nor ot love them back. Hence the crappy, worn out, apartment she lives in by herself with her teddy bears and mongrel Jackie.
-Hugging - - shes not so good at hugs. Like I said before, she hates being touched, So when she does get hugged she tends not to hug back. She more or less freezes up and closes her eyes.
-Kindness - - Shes kinda bitchy. Mainly to keep herself protected and make damn good and sure no one falls in love with her.
-Emotions - - Emotions are hard for her. As Ive stated before, shes not good at showing who she really is. Honestly, her version of hell would be having everyone know exactly what’s happened in her life and why shes the way she is.
FEARS
- dying - - as a girl who’s come face to face with our good friend death, she’s terrified of him. She knows how scary it is to loose control of your body, to nto be able to say or do anything. And she doesn’t want that to ever happen again.
-hurt - - She became an amazing fighter for a few reasons. The main one so that she never gets hurt. But thats not really the kinda hurt shes scared of. Shes more scared of being emotionally scarred by someone she trusts.
-Becoming Dependant - - She doesn’t like depending on other people because she knows that they might not be there when she wakes up.
Overall Personality
Melly’s quiet for the most part. She’s scared to be hurt the way she was when she lived in NYC. She’s a really amazing girl once you break through those evil little walls she’s put around her heart and mind. Her voice is quite loud, and she tends to speak what’s on her mind. She’s not one of those goody little girls who’ll stand in the kitchen her entire life, she’ll kick anyone’s ass who pisses her off.
She’s a happy person when she’s not sad—I know, doesn’t really make much sense, but let me explain. Her past makes it hard to be who she used to be. She used to be this really happy person that could make just about anyone smile. She has an amazing voice and tends to be really goofy; she loves people in general, aside from boys. They kind of scare her.

History:

EARLY LIFE
Ahem. Once upon a time there was a little girl named Melody. Her mommy and Daddy loved her very much. She was there princess, so it seemed. Daddy and mommy liked to sell this fine little white stuff. Once in a while, they let melly try some! It made Melly feel very, very funny. She wasn’t sure she liked it. Then, one day, the princesses Kingdome fell apart.
She went outside onto the balcony to play with her favourite Barbie dolls, Her hair was freshly braided and she looked adorable. Then daddy came in. He was acting very very funny. He picked her up, carried her to his bedroom, and did things daddies should never ever do to their princesses. Melly never told her mommy, but somehow mommy found out.
Daddy got kicked out, but he came back that night. He smelt funny. Like that brown liquid that all the adults in her life where so much in love with. She watched her daddy pull out a sword. Or a gun rather. He aimed it at her mommy. Melly doesn’t remember screaming, but god did she scream as her mothers body crumbled to the ground. Her father got caught too. They took him far far away, or at least thats what the kind little police told her. Lody was sent to live with a brand new king and queen. Or so she thought.
GROWING UP 
Turns out Melody’s life turned into a nightmare. She was born into the drug business and was raised in it too. The nice people at social services where extremely stupid. They sent her to a new home after her parents were taken, Her mother dead, her father in prison. She was put into a home that was almost as into rape and drug trades as the one before.
Her “brother” so they called him was a complete ass. He’d force her to sleep with him almost every week. And trust me when I say it hurt her. He wasn’t as gentle as he should have been with the pretty little girl. But Melly hid her secrets well. Just like she was taught to, Lody was quiet. She had to be with all her silent suffering.
She never really met any friends, she just did what she was told. It wasn’t until her eleventh birthday that she joined her first “gang” or at least thats what they called themselves. She didn’t really see the point in being a good girl when all she did was get hurt. She did drugs, drank, and partied almost every night. This resulted in grades slipping, beatings, and even threats. She ignored them. Honestly, she wouldn’t have minded losing her life.
She was fifteen when she got in her first fight. She wasn’t any good at it though, so she learnt. She learnt quick and she learnt well. Soon enough she was throwing better punches then the majority of her family. Her brother eventually became an even bigger ass hole though...
TEEN YEARS
She didn’t pay much mind to her family, the more she stayed out the less she was forced into bed. She’d become their favourite play toy. In all honesty she surprised herself by remaining healthy. By the age of sixteen Melly had had two abortions. And both of those took a small part of her away. She can drive, she used to drive everyone around to avoid getting kicked out.
She officially drew the line however one night at a party. A boy came up to her, handed her a drink, and she drank it. It was her best friend, Brandon. She trusted him and him alone. But someone had dared him to do to her what many before had. She’d apparently become a joke of sorts. He drugged her, heavily too. She couldn’t move, see, talk, she couldn’t’ even reach out and punch the bastard. It was by far the scariest experience of her life.
When he was done The people around her started beating on her. And she couldn’t’ fight back. They left her there on the streets, bleeding, freezing and slowly dying. An ambulance happened to drive by on its break, picked her up and just barely got her to the hospital in time to give her six transfusions and stitch her up in many places, including, though not limited to the top of her thigh.
CURRENTLY
Melly was shipped out to Cali son after this terrifying incident. She didn’t want to see her family, old “friends” or anyone from NYC ever again. And no one, not even her closest buddies know what shes gone threw. Her life has improved substantially, seems the people at social services got It right this time. The day she turned 18 however she moved out. She used her mothers trust fund to rent out an apartment for herself in the shit side of town. She takes a bus to school. She dropped out for a while last year because she wanted to be a tattoo artist, though the lack of financial means led her back to school.
She doesn’t trust easily, but it is possible. Shes hoping her life in cali makes her life in NYC nothing but a memory. Maybe the princess can climb back to her throne and fall in love, maybe she can be a mother for certain and stop killing off mistakes. Maybe, just maybe, she can find her own sweet melody.

Sample Rp:

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She's lives in a fairytale
somewhere too far for us to find

Melly walked down the street, her hair was pulled up for the first time in months and god did that sweet Californian breaze feel good against her skin. She was dressed in a pretty little outfit she’d thrown together on the run, hoping to sock up that Vitamin C. Her brown eyes scanned the horizon, the beach was oddly crowded today. There where couples everywhere, holding hands and –unfortunately—making kissy faces.

She kicked her shoes off and lay her towel down in the sunlight. She allowed her toes to dig into the warm sand, burning her skin ever so slightly. She quite enjoyed the contrasts between new York and Central. It was so much more peaceful out here. She hated the rich bitches who took everything they had for granted, but she was polite to them. Melly, due to obvious reasons, never showed her legs off. Therefore, she didn’t swim. Her legs where covered in thing material of her faux jeans and her stomach was clearly evident. She had a small tattoo there, one of a dove falling from grace. She considered that what had happened to her mother.

She closed ehr eyes at the memory, it was something she’d never forget. The sound of guns still made her scream, actually, any loud noises at all made her scream out. She never meant to, it just happened. Loud noises scared her. She was like a fucking dog. The thought made her giggle ever so slightly. She was sitting cross legged on her towel as a ball hit her, she laughed and picked it up. Stupid volley ball. She looked up at the preps who’d hit it, rolled her eyes, and volleyd it back. “THANKS!” called one of them, she rolled her eyes and waved, it was her way of saying, “Whatever” without being overly rude.

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Lyrics: Brick By Boring Brick -- Paramore
Credit: RAWR?! of cautionalso known as kali of nevermore. do not remove credit.

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Wow, that was a full on history. I'd ask you to write some more in the over all personality usually but since you added other things and they gave me an idea of her personality, I'll let it go this time. Try to watch your spelling aswell.