Post by Cassandra "Melody" Milton on Oct 22, 2006 19:21:06 GMT
The Bare Minimum:
Character Name (full) - Cassandra Melody Milton
Nickname - called Melody by everyone
Age - 15
D.O.B. - 01.01.1991
School Year - year 11
Family Tree:
Dad’s Name - Harry Milton
Mum’s Name - Gabrielle James
Any Siblings? - yes, [??] Milton (aged 15) and [??] Milton (aged 12)
If so, do they attend the school? - [??] is in year 11, [??] is in year 7
Hometown - Carsontela
Heritage - European (English and Spanish)
Appearances can be deceiving:
Eye colour - brown
Hair colour - dark brown, almost black
Build - slim
Height - 5'4"
Distinctive Features - small scar behind her left ear from falling when she was a toddler
Anything else? - um, nothing particulary important
About You:
Personality -
Now with all the crossin’ fingers that Mother Nature says, your mirrors get jammed up with all your friends, that personality everything starts to bend. Personality when your mind starts to bend; personality impression of a friend; personality wonderin’ how celebrities ever met
Roxanne: ‘Brilliant dawn’
Belinda: ‘Wise and immortal beauty’
Gemma: ‘Precious stone’
Cassandra: ‘Prophetess ignored by men’
That just about summed up Melody’s luck. Not only was she named after her stuffy old grandma, but her grandma’s name happened to have one of the worst meanings on Earth. Yeah, sure, Cassandra had been a Trojan princess, but she had also been viewed by most people as a raving lunatic!
This was just the tip of the iceberg to 101 reasons why Melody hated her name, so everyone, with the exception of her twin brother when he wanted her to kill him, called her by her middle name: Melody – ‘like a song’.
The trick to understanding Melody was to take everything at face value; what you see if what you get. She always speaks her mind and isn’t afraid to tell someone exactly what she thinks of them. Having never seen the point in beating around the bush, Melody is direct and precise – if she wants something, she’ll do anything and everything in her power to make sure she gets it.
However, she has an amazing talent for screwing up spectacularly, with her main downfalls usually being her sarcasm or her inability to keep her mouth shut.
Favourite Things:
Silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favourite things.
music, singing, playing the guitar and drums, long summer days, photography, writing, raspberry ripple ice cream, day dreaming, P!ATD, FOB, Nirvana, TAI…, AAR, The Fratellis, musicals, shopping, hanging out with her friends, the rain, chocolate, teasing her twin brother, bursting into song at random moments…
Least Favourite Things:
raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses, shade of the sheets and before all the stains, and a few more of your least favourite things.
boy bands, tests, when its freezing cold but not snowing, snakes, candy floss, ad breaks, overly optimistic people
History - History:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way, kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Timing is everything. If Cassandra Melody Milton had been born an hour later, she would have been twin number two and, more importantly, younger than her twin brother, which would have been bad, real bad. Being the eldest had way to many perks to even contemplate giving it up. Getting to go first for everything, bossing the younger twin around, and teasing them endlessly (as is an older sister’s birthright…). Combine that with being the only girl out of three siblings and you get guaranteed parental adoration, which can get you practically anything… except a halfway decent name.
Melody had been singing for as long as she could remember. For as long as she had been able to speak she had been joining in with whatever song was on the radio, and even before she had leant to speak she used to hum as best she could. It seemed music ran in her veins; when she had started playing the drums at the age of four, beating along in time with the music had come easily to her, and when she got a guitar for her eight birthday that hadn’t posed much of a problem for the budding rock star either.
From there it had only been natural for her to audition for the school rock band when she first started Kingsbrooke Academy it seemed only natural that she should audition for a spot in the school rock band, getting accepted for vocals easily. It was here, at her first lunchtime rehearsal in the music room, that Melody met Angel Meadows.
After a term Angel and Melody were inseparable, they always sat together in class, they went shopping together at weekends, and gigs almost every Friday night. But it was in the music room that they would really click. Sure, Melody was a pretty amazing singer, but when she and Angel sang together, the effect was mesmerising. When the band’s long-term lead vocalist graduated the following year, no one had been surprised when Melody and Angel had taken over in his place, singing together in perfect harmony performance after performance.
But in late July of the girls’ fourth year at the school something happened that was completely out of character for both girls. A blazing row broke out one evening when the girl’s were coming home from the cinema. No one is quite sure what started it; neither girl would say, but it ended their friendship once and for all. Melody quit the band, refusing to be in the same room as Angel, let alone sing with her.
Who knows, after a few weeks whatever it was that had caused the drama may have blown over and they may have called a truce. But neither got the chance for, no less than nine days after their argument, Miss Harlington had been sitting behind her desk, drinking coffee, and marking her year eight class’ essay when water began to drip for the ceiling.
Let me guess, your waiting for Melody to become overcome with grief, descending down into the depths of depression, over come with anger and guilt at the fact that she had never been given the chance to apologise to her friend. Well, if you did, then you would be wrong. Not a single drop of waster has been seen to drop from Melody Milton’s eyes, nor a sorry cry to come from her lips. She attended her friend’s funeral clothed in black, her face utterly expressionless as she stood motionless in the church, not once taking her eyes off the rich wooden coffin a the front. Her actions have been regarded by many as highly suspicious – it’s not natural for someone to remain so calm after loosing someone so close to them. Some will openly implicate her in the murder; others say she was so past caring about her former friend that the death had simply had no effect on her - as though it were the death of a stranger. Yet, by far the most likely cause of her silence is that she is bottling her grief up inside her, refusing to let it affect her or control her emotions. But if that is the case, then she won’t be able to keep it inside forever, and there are many people that, upon her return to the school for the start of the next term are waiting, watching, for her to finally crack.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, the time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say.
RP stats:
How long have you been RPing for? - about a year
How would you rate your RP skills? - not bad, intermediatish
Sample RP -
With the Lights Out It's Less Dangerous
Footsteps pounded on the hard stone tiles, creating an unrelenting echo inside the head of a small, blonde haired child, who lay huddled by the wall of the room. Her face was hidden beneath her pale, small hands, but had you been able to see it, the first thing you would have noticed would be the girl’s fierce, fiery red eyes, the colour of newly ripened cranberries. But at the moment, those eyes were squeezed tightly shut, in a desperate attempt to keep out the owner of those seemingly innocent footsteps. Suddenly, with out warning the footsteps stopped, only inches from where the girl was huddled. She shook violently, before a small, desperate sound came out of her mouth, so quite that it was swallowed up whole in the newly formed silence.
Ella’s blazing crimson eyes snapped open to reveal a suffocating darkness around them. Small beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, the only trace of the dream she had been lost in only moments before. The darkness that met her was strange and unfamiliar: it had never been this dark in the dorm before. Confused, Ella reached out for the lamp beside her bed, but her hand closed only upon cold, hard rock, which scratched cruelly against the soft skin on her palms.
This wasn’t her dorm. Where was she? Ella reached for her wand, intending to summon up some light, but only let out a groan when she discovered that it wasn’t there.
OK, so what did she know? She seemed to be stuck in a pitch dark place, with rock to the side of her (maybe she was outside?) and didn’t have her wand. It was an awkward predicament to be in, and any normal person would he getting worried right now. But Ella wasn’t any normal person, and she didn’t scare easily. She had been in worse predicaments than this, right?
Slowly, Ella extended her hands on either side. To one side, the side she had tried to find her lamp on a minute ago, there seemed to be a large expanse of stone, or maybe a wall of some sort, but everywhere else she was surrounded by open space. Slowly, Ella stood up and, with her hands stretched out in front of her, she stepped forward a few steps. It was as she made these movements that she got the feeling that she was being watched. But maybe that was just her imagination, for once Ella was thankful for the darkness, if there someone really was there, she felt safer not knowing it.
After a few steps her hands collided with another rock, this one just as jagged as the last. Right she thought, maybe I’m in a room of some sort…. Or a cave! Images of a dimly lit cavern flashed though her memory, relaying events of a few months before when she had been here last, for she knew now where she must be. The Black Point was the only place in the school that would grow as dark as this, it was also the only place in the school that could be fatally dangerous.
Yet still, Ella didn’t not panic. Things didn’t quite make sense yet, but they made more sense than before. However Ella knew now more than ever that she had to get out. She shouldn’t be here. Silver Wing’s words echoed though her memory Not yet little one - you are not ready yet, but you will be soon - and then you can put an end to these dreams. She needed to leave – at once. Ella began to strike forward once more, this time more purposely than before, in one of the only two directions left for her to go in. Most of the caverns in the Point were straight, and didn’t twist or criss-cross much, so If she kept going in the same direction she should eventually get out.
What seemed like hours later, after running into more than one wall, and covering herself in bruises and scratches, she finally noticed a glimmer of light ahead of her. The tunnel mouth? Ella didn’t dare get her hopes up, it could be that she had gone in completely the wrong direction, and was only further inside the Point than before, there was just no way of telling. Never the less, she made her way towards it.
It grew and grew as she approached; until she was certain that it was some sort of entrance. She could just make out the shadow of the trees in the distance, and the light that had alerted her to the cavern’s presence was the moon, which hung high in the sky like a diamond.
As she stepped through the hole into the open air, Ella breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t imagine how she had got form her bed to the Point, but at least she had made it out in one piece. Exhausted, Ella sunk down to the ground a few meters from the point, and closed her eyes. Any one passing by would have been quite surprised to see the little teenage curled up in a ball on the grass, breathing peacefully under the moonlight as she slept; a frown upon her face and her cranberry eyes closed indefinitely to the outside world until the sun rose in the morning.
Although many years had passed, at times like these she still resembled the helpless little girl in her dream, vulnerable and helpless as she lay exposed to the night around her, unable to prevent what was going on around her, so choosing to close her eyes to it instead, in an attempt to shut everything out.
Original thread/post evnastearealm.proboards75.com/index.cgi?board=blackpoint&action=display&thread=1158258263
And Lastly:
Your Name - Heather
Have you read the rules? - well duh
Do you agree to keep them? - no, absolutely not...
Where did you hear about us? - um...yeah...
Character Name (full) - Cassandra Melody Milton
Nickname - called Melody by everyone
Age - 15
D.O.B. - 01.01.1991
School Year - year 11
Family Tree:
Dad’s Name - Harry Milton
Mum’s Name - Gabrielle James
Any Siblings? - yes, [??] Milton (aged 15) and [??] Milton (aged 12)
If so, do they attend the school? - [??] is in year 11, [??] is in year 7
Hometown - Carsontela
Heritage - European (English and Spanish)
Appearances can be deceiving:
Eye colour - brown
Hair colour - dark brown, almost black
Build - slim
Height - 5'4"
Distinctive Features - small scar behind her left ear from falling when she was a toddler
Anything else? - um, nothing particulary important
About You:
Personality -
Now with all the crossin’ fingers that Mother Nature says, your mirrors get jammed up with all your friends, that personality everything starts to bend. Personality when your mind starts to bend; personality impression of a friend; personality wonderin’ how celebrities ever met
Roxanne: ‘Brilliant dawn’
Belinda: ‘Wise and immortal beauty’
Gemma: ‘Precious stone’
Cassandra: ‘Prophetess ignored by men’
That just about summed up Melody’s luck. Not only was she named after her stuffy old grandma, but her grandma’s name happened to have one of the worst meanings on Earth. Yeah, sure, Cassandra had been a Trojan princess, but she had also been viewed by most people as a raving lunatic!
This was just the tip of the iceberg to 101 reasons why Melody hated her name, so everyone, with the exception of her twin brother when he wanted her to kill him, called her by her middle name: Melody – ‘like a song’.
The trick to understanding Melody was to take everything at face value; what you see if what you get. She always speaks her mind and isn’t afraid to tell someone exactly what she thinks of them. Having never seen the point in beating around the bush, Melody is direct and precise – if she wants something, she’ll do anything and everything in her power to make sure she gets it.
However, she has an amazing talent for screwing up spectacularly, with her main downfalls usually being her sarcasm or her inability to keep her mouth shut.
Favourite Things:
Silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favourite things.
music, singing, playing the guitar and drums, long summer days, photography, writing, raspberry ripple ice cream, day dreaming, P!ATD, FOB, Nirvana, TAI…, AAR, The Fratellis, musicals, shopping, hanging out with her friends, the rain, chocolate, teasing her twin brother, bursting into song at random moments…
Least Favourite Things:
raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses, shade of the sheets and before all the stains, and a few more of your least favourite things.
boy bands, tests, when its freezing cold but not snowing, snakes, candy floss, ad breaks, overly optimistic people
History - History:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way, kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Timing is everything. If Cassandra Melody Milton had been born an hour later, she would have been twin number two and, more importantly, younger than her twin brother, which would have been bad, real bad. Being the eldest had way to many perks to even contemplate giving it up. Getting to go first for everything, bossing the younger twin around, and teasing them endlessly (as is an older sister’s birthright…). Combine that with being the only girl out of three siblings and you get guaranteed parental adoration, which can get you practically anything… except a halfway decent name.
Melody had been singing for as long as she could remember. For as long as she had been able to speak she had been joining in with whatever song was on the radio, and even before she had leant to speak she used to hum as best she could. It seemed music ran in her veins; when she had started playing the drums at the age of four, beating along in time with the music had come easily to her, and when she got a guitar for her eight birthday that hadn’t posed much of a problem for the budding rock star either.
From there it had only been natural for her to audition for the school rock band when she first started Kingsbrooke Academy it seemed only natural that she should audition for a spot in the school rock band, getting accepted for vocals easily. It was here, at her first lunchtime rehearsal in the music room, that Melody met Angel Meadows.
After a term Angel and Melody were inseparable, they always sat together in class, they went shopping together at weekends, and gigs almost every Friday night. But it was in the music room that they would really click. Sure, Melody was a pretty amazing singer, but when she and Angel sang together, the effect was mesmerising. When the band’s long-term lead vocalist graduated the following year, no one had been surprised when Melody and Angel had taken over in his place, singing together in perfect harmony performance after performance.
But in late July of the girls’ fourth year at the school something happened that was completely out of character for both girls. A blazing row broke out one evening when the girl’s were coming home from the cinema. No one is quite sure what started it; neither girl would say, but it ended their friendship once and for all. Melody quit the band, refusing to be in the same room as Angel, let alone sing with her.
Who knows, after a few weeks whatever it was that had caused the drama may have blown over and they may have called a truce. But neither got the chance for, no less than nine days after their argument, Miss Harlington had been sitting behind her desk, drinking coffee, and marking her year eight class’ essay when water began to drip for the ceiling.
Let me guess, your waiting for Melody to become overcome with grief, descending down into the depths of depression, over come with anger and guilt at the fact that she had never been given the chance to apologise to her friend. Well, if you did, then you would be wrong. Not a single drop of waster has been seen to drop from Melody Milton’s eyes, nor a sorry cry to come from her lips. She attended her friend’s funeral clothed in black, her face utterly expressionless as she stood motionless in the church, not once taking her eyes off the rich wooden coffin a the front. Her actions have been regarded by many as highly suspicious – it’s not natural for someone to remain so calm after loosing someone so close to them. Some will openly implicate her in the murder; others say she was so past caring about her former friend that the death had simply had no effect on her - as though it were the death of a stranger. Yet, by far the most likely cause of her silence is that she is bottling her grief up inside her, refusing to let it affect her or control her emotions. But if that is the case, then she won’t be able to keep it inside forever, and there are many people that, upon her return to the school for the start of the next term are waiting, watching, for her to finally crack.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, the time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say.
RP stats:
How long have you been RPing for? - about a year
How would you rate your RP skills? - not bad, intermediatish
Sample RP -
With the Lights Out It's Less Dangerous
Footsteps pounded on the hard stone tiles, creating an unrelenting echo inside the head of a small, blonde haired child, who lay huddled by the wall of the room. Her face was hidden beneath her pale, small hands, but had you been able to see it, the first thing you would have noticed would be the girl’s fierce, fiery red eyes, the colour of newly ripened cranberries. But at the moment, those eyes were squeezed tightly shut, in a desperate attempt to keep out the owner of those seemingly innocent footsteps. Suddenly, with out warning the footsteps stopped, only inches from where the girl was huddled. She shook violently, before a small, desperate sound came out of her mouth, so quite that it was swallowed up whole in the newly formed silence.
Ella’s blazing crimson eyes snapped open to reveal a suffocating darkness around them. Small beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, the only trace of the dream she had been lost in only moments before. The darkness that met her was strange and unfamiliar: it had never been this dark in the dorm before. Confused, Ella reached out for the lamp beside her bed, but her hand closed only upon cold, hard rock, which scratched cruelly against the soft skin on her palms.
This wasn’t her dorm. Where was she? Ella reached for her wand, intending to summon up some light, but only let out a groan when she discovered that it wasn’t there.
OK, so what did she know? She seemed to be stuck in a pitch dark place, with rock to the side of her (maybe she was outside?) and didn’t have her wand. It was an awkward predicament to be in, and any normal person would he getting worried right now. But Ella wasn’t any normal person, and she didn’t scare easily. She had been in worse predicaments than this, right?
Slowly, Ella extended her hands on either side. To one side, the side she had tried to find her lamp on a minute ago, there seemed to be a large expanse of stone, or maybe a wall of some sort, but everywhere else she was surrounded by open space. Slowly, Ella stood up and, with her hands stretched out in front of her, she stepped forward a few steps. It was as she made these movements that she got the feeling that she was being watched. But maybe that was just her imagination, for once Ella was thankful for the darkness, if there someone really was there, she felt safer not knowing it.
After a few steps her hands collided with another rock, this one just as jagged as the last. Right she thought, maybe I’m in a room of some sort…. Or a cave! Images of a dimly lit cavern flashed though her memory, relaying events of a few months before when she had been here last, for she knew now where she must be. The Black Point was the only place in the school that would grow as dark as this, it was also the only place in the school that could be fatally dangerous.
Yet still, Ella didn’t not panic. Things didn’t quite make sense yet, but they made more sense than before. However Ella knew now more than ever that she had to get out. She shouldn’t be here. Silver Wing’s words echoed though her memory Not yet little one - you are not ready yet, but you will be soon - and then you can put an end to these dreams. She needed to leave – at once. Ella began to strike forward once more, this time more purposely than before, in one of the only two directions left for her to go in. Most of the caverns in the Point were straight, and didn’t twist or criss-cross much, so If she kept going in the same direction she should eventually get out.
What seemed like hours later, after running into more than one wall, and covering herself in bruises and scratches, she finally noticed a glimmer of light ahead of her. The tunnel mouth? Ella didn’t dare get her hopes up, it could be that she had gone in completely the wrong direction, and was only further inside the Point than before, there was just no way of telling. Never the less, she made her way towards it.
It grew and grew as she approached; until she was certain that it was some sort of entrance. She could just make out the shadow of the trees in the distance, and the light that had alerted her to the cavern’s presence was the moon, which hung high in the sky like a diamond.
As she stepped through the hole into the open air, Ella breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t imagine how she had got form her bed to the Point, but at least she had made it out in one piece. Exhausted, Ella sunk down to the ground a few meters from the point, and closed her eyes. Any one passing by would have been quite surprised to see the little teenage curled up in a ball on the grass, breathing peacefully under the moonlight as she slept; a frown upon her face and her cranberry eyes closed indefinitely to the outside world until the sun rose in the morning.
Although many years had passed, at times like these she still resembled the helpless little girl in her dream, vulnerable and helpless as she lay exposed to the night around her, unable to prevent what was going on around her, so choosing to close her eyes to it instead, in an attempt to shut everything out.
Original thread/post evnastearealm.proboards75.com/index.cgi?board=blackpoint&action=display&thread=1158258263
And Lastly:
Your Name - Heather
Have you read the rules? - well duh
Do you agree to keep them? - no, absolutely not...
Where did you hear about us? - um...yeah...
