Post by Iris on Nov 15, 2013 22:43:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Melody Marquis
Nickname(s):Small Eagle, Owl Eye, Mel
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 31
Birthplace: Capital Wasteland
Picture: Click! Image credited to original artist.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 125lbs
Eye Color:Altered to be violet
Hair Color:Dyed violet
Hair Style: Very long but often kept in a low ponytail so it stays off of her face or kept up.
Facial Hair: None
Skin Color: Tanned Cream, she is out in the wastes a lot.
Build:Curvy Athletic
Distinguishing Features: Artificial eye and hair color, less conservative dress, hot blade burn scars diagonally down her back and on the right side of her buttocks, American Bald Eagle tattoo on left hand, rose tattoo on her left hip, gold Christian cross tattoo on left bicep.
Profession: Runaway Slave, Wasteland Trader, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire (anything that pays good caps)
Skills: Firearms, Subterfuge, Survival
Karma: Heroine for Hire +249
Special:
Strength: 3
Perception: 9
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 9
Luck: 3
Training/Perks: Sniper, Roughin’ It, Silent Running, Black Widow, Scoundrel, Hand Loader, Child At Heart, Animal Friendship (Yao Guai only)
Other Abilities: Makes a mean mole rat stew, has extremely great eyesight to add on to her very exceptional sniping ability, wandering trader and ammo producer, good company person
Apparel: Merc Adventurer Outfit (Casual and everyday wear see picture), Recon Armor (when on dangerous missions)
Weaponry: Eagle’s Claw (Highly Modded, Bolt Action Sniper Rifle. Mods include a heavier frame and stronger hammer to achieve maximum accurate distance with as much damage as possible while keeping the weapon from deteriorating. Maximum range 1,000 yards ), Silenced 10mm Pistol, .32 pistol (hidden in right boot), pair of survival knives
Other Equipment: Infiltration equipment (lock picks, hacking tools, two stealth boys), Yao Guai Pheromones, Survival backpack (Caps, Rations, water canteen, radaway and stims, plenty of .308 JSP ammo along with some 10mm ammo and .32 ammo, lots of extra space for scrap), Pack Brahmin with extra supplies and trading goods
Affiliation: Her own, highest bidder, those with somewhat higher karma, Anyone who cannot defend themselves, Runaway Slaves
Religious Belief:Christian
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single but able to offer a benefits package
Personality: Melody is an interesting individual to be around. Years of captivity as a slave had hardened her resolve and made her strive more and more for freedom and independence as opposed to the opposite happening.
Mel is very secure in who she is, and has a very confident personality. She normally displays a thoughtful, friendly personality that lacks enough modesty to make most normal people blush, even in this day and age. The wastelander does not see a lot of people normally, so when she does she likes to be physically close to them with the exception of non-human species, though she will still come off as friendly at first. As perverted as she is, Mel is very calm and has a quieter voice.
Deep down inside, Melody is still a pervert even with her own thoughts, but she is a quieter, much more fearful person. She is deathly afraid of becoming a slave once again, and will do almost anything to keep herself from being enslaved again and by making more friends that makes that less likely to happen.
Loyalty is one thing that Melody rates higher than even love. If someone states they are her friend and she sees them as one, Mel will do everything she can (extenuating circumstances aside) to help that friend with a near zealous fervor. She does not expect the same zeal to be returned, but for an eventual return of the favor and a continued friendship regardless of what happens down the road. Melody cannot stand being betrayed, and will never be the direct cause of a betrayal. To betray Mel is to make an enemy for life, and she will use the same zeal that has for protecting friends into hunting a traitor down and exacting a sadistic form of Wasteland Justice.
Her normal anger and frustration usually results in an often physical response that can sometimes be rather humiliating to the offender. She seems to take a delight in relieving her anger on others. Thankfully, her normally calm and cool headed demeanor keeps this from happening, often.
On a Professional level Melody is a great gun to have around, or when you need to take care of something discreetly. Her knowledge of how to be stealthy, sniping ability and how to avoid dangers in the wastes are rather useful, and she is willing to teach for a small fee. Do be warned, while she may act more like a professional when business is called for, she may still attempt to make a pass at you. Mel has a preference for more attractive people when it comes to doing business and is more likely to give a better deal to said people for her services.
Overall Melody can be summed up in these words: Calm, Friendly, Flirty, Perverted, Professional (when needed), Loyal, Vengeful, and Sadistic
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“You want to know more about little old me?” She leaned in closer with a very sly smile across her lips. “Alright, I can tell you, but only because you asked so nicely.”
“Thirty-one years ago I was born out along the wastes in the little town of Canterbury Commons. Now, Canterbury is not the home where I was born and raised, the Capital Wasteland is. That’s right, that giant slab of radiation and rock with a few scattered scraps and plants is my home. To this day, I know the Capital Wastes probably better than almost anybody I come across, probably why I am starting to branch out to the rest of the country these days.
“Since you have been nothing but a sweetheart to me this entire time, I am going to give you a bit of a peek………into my past. Ages six to sixteen will probably remain the worst of my life. I had lost a childhood, the bulk of my adolescence, my virginity, oh good Lord that word can never apply to me in any shape or form, but most importantly, my parents and I had lost our freedom. And remember, slavers target anyone for whatever reason they want to. Shady bastards.”
“Fourteen years ago I found out that my parents had been sent off to the Pitt so my masters could further their fun with me, but the poor bastards had no idea that I found out that my new slave collar was defective. This has been my only major stroke of luck to this day, and with Rembrandt showing his face at the fence again, oh Rembrandt? Well, he is………how can I describe him.”
“Rembrandt, or Rems as he wanted me to call him was an abolitionist and a fantastic looking man. He was a crack shot with a rifle, a very smooth talker, and had his eyes on me. No matter what they did to me, no matter how much abuse I took, just seeing his face again would make all of that wash away. Oh don’t get me wrong, I hate slavers and slavery with a passion, but he loved me, loved me so much that he wanted me to escape, and wanted to help that escape happen. So he did.”
“My escape started during dusk one sweltering summer day when new arrivals were being brought in. Rems had taught me a little trick about staying low and being quiet as I got to the gate, and made an attempt to slip past the guard. I almost made it past him until he turned around and saw me just stepping outside, that was when his head separated from his body from Rems’ rifle about an eighth mile out. I ran at that point, just ran and ran for freedom. They tried to activate my collar, but it just fell right off with a fizzling snap. A string of explosives, smoke, and a missile, used to cover my escape, I was gone, in Rems arms and further into the arms of freedom.”
“The night after my escape, Rems showed me just what it meant to be loved and make love the right way. Now, that is how I remember it because I was a sixteen year old girl who had just been saved from a life of pure hell. These days I still look back at that night and just laugh at how silly I was to be a smitten kitten right after an escape from eternal servitude. Could you possibly blame me for that?”
“Rems finally let me go to the Pitt with him two years later to go find my parents, but sadly, as is the way of the Wastes, ‘One day you are alive, the next you are dead’. I found out through a lot of digging that my parents were killed in a brawl a few days after they had arrived. There was nothing I could do other than put the Slavers on my number one target list. And he was there to teach me everything that he knew.”
“What happened to Rems? Well, six years ago he and I had a bad stroke of luck when taking care of a few Slavers that had financed those cutthroat Talons to help them escort a large caravan of slaves to Paradise Falls. We had a trap all set, but it went off too soon and did not kill enough of them. Outnumbered and almost outgunned we had to kill every last one of the Slavers and Talons, and made sure none of them got away, or else we would have a contract on our heads, and the Talons are not fun people to mess with.”
“The gunfight went on for too long and Rems took a bullet to his neck, a fatal shot with nothing that could be done with what we had at the time. I promptly lost it if that’s what you are thinking and finished the job with my knives. There were no slavers or Talons left, and the Yao Guai were going to eat well that night, not that I really cared.”
“Oh it still hurts thinking about it, I was devastated for a good four months, only the fact I was running out of food and caps reminding me that I had to get back to work. I have since moved on. I will never forget him, and if I ever stop living I know he will come back from the grave and shove his rifle barrel up my backside, and that is not something I want him to do. Now, moving on.”
"The bears? They don't bother me as I don't bother them, and feed them when I can. One time when I was feeding the same ones that I have been for a while now, I believe I was 'marked' in some way shape or form. Now, no matter how many baths or showers I take, they seem to see me as either one of them or one of their friends. I don't mind at all anymore, just because they are almost as fearsome as Deathclaws, and this little bonus has saved a lot of ammunition over the years. Unlike humans, the term 'one shot, one kill' doesn't apply to Yao Guai."
“My hair and eyes? No they are not my original colors; I changed them with some help from a friendly doctor who loved caps and watching Raiders’ heads getting blown off from a quarter mile away. This, combined with a new hairstyle and my more beautiful attire has completely fooled anyone still after me for now, though I believe I may have killed all of them too. At least I hope so. No, there is nothing special about them other than the color change, my eyes are perfect enough as it is thank you.”
“The tattoos I have? Yes they actually have a meaning. The Eagle tattoo on my left hand is my symbol of freedom and badge of my codename “Small Eagle”, it was a name Rems’ gave me and it is how I sign all of my contracts and how you know it is really me. The Rose was for fun, and to show off the artist’s awesome work. The cross? Ok, despite everything that has been dropped on me, all the bad things I have waded through, all the carnage and destruction I have seen, I still believe that there is still someone up there, someone who is still watching over us. I’m not going to go further into it, just know yeah I have a religion, and no I’m not buying into anyone else’s.”
“Now, what was that about going Vault spelunking with some super mutants again?”
