Meliae, Luna Calypso

[LUNA ♥ MELIAE]

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Name» Luna Calypso Meliae
Nicknames» Cali, Mel, Tinker Bell (not her favorite)

Age» 20
Birthday» April 15

Gender» female
Orientation» straight

Species» angel
Abilities» being of the angelic race, luna bears beautiful wings that appear to glow in the light - this is because of small silver feathers hidden amongst the white; these wings are able to be retracted into her back as a way of protecting them; she's got superior strength, speed and senses, and she can fly when she wants to. She's also adept at photokinesis, being able to create and manipulate light.

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Occupation« student
Class Year« 6th year
Political Views« Against

Hair Color« naturally blonde, but she dyes it red
Eye Color« olive green
Height« 168cm
Trademarks« luna has her ears pierced, possesses a small blue toned butterfly on one shoulder blade and a grisly looking scar down the other from an iron poker when she was younger.
Playby« emma stone

Likes«
**spring rain
**full moons
**walking along the beach
**green tea frappes
**cookie dough icecream
**Asian cuisine
**wolves (she's a bit of an animal lover)
**parties (who doesn't like the occasional party?)
**foreign languages (she's studying to be a translator)
**walking barefoot
**cute boys


Dislikes«
**torrential rain
**hot weather
**spicy food
**shallow people
**the Holy Cross
**her parents


Strengths«
**she almost always knows what she wants
**smart
**funny
**unless she's upset, she's in pretty good control of both her powers
**heightened senses


Weaknesses«
**cute boys
**overly trusting
**a little shy at times
**gold
**wings cut off = death

Mother» liliana morningside
Father» kristoffer meliae
Siblings» only child
Children» n/a
Other» no other family members

Home» London, England

History» Luna tries her hardest not to remember things of her past, even when she must for things like the psychological analysis test she takes when she's found curled up in the remains of her family home. She's fifteen, barely into her second year of high school and unsure of herself in the world. Despite that, the psychologist is cold, unwelcoming and every question she asks makes Luna flinch all the more.

"My name's Luna Meliae. Pronounced Mel-ee-ay. I'm the only child of Krisoffer Meliae and Liliana Morningside."

The girl's throat is tight with smoke inhalation and a cold, and the psychologist writes down everything she says as she continues with her life story.

"I was born on my father's estate just outside London, but after I turned five we moved to London so my father didn't have to commute so far to work. In London my mother met a strange group of people, people that she tried to keep me far away from for as long as she could. Over the years I grew up happy; I got everything I wanted to a degree. I wasn't spoiled, I knew the meaning of humility, and there were times when my parents and I fought..."

For a moment she's quiet, tears prickling in her eyes as she rubs at one of her arms, a burn twisting it's way around her skin evident. Again the psychologist remains silent and writes.

"The first time I heard of the Holy Cross, I was twelve and my father had been attacked coming home from work. I don't know how people knew what we were, but somehow they did and he almost had his wings cut off. After that we kept to ourselves; mother home schooled me and father had armed protection when he went to work."

"I think it was my fault they attacked our house. I had been with a friend, someone who knew nothing of what I was... and I got mad. Mad because she'd kissed the boy I had feelings for. I remember hitting her... so hard that it knocked out two of her teeth and broke her jaw. Mother and father never scolded me, only told me to prepare myself..."

The tears start again and she drops her head for a moment, wiping at her eyes. "They came in the night. Mother hid me away in a secret area under the floorboards, protected by steel from the flames. I watched as the holy cross hunters hacked off their wings, left them to die, then burned the house down..."

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The rest of the interrogation is a blur, but five years later, Luna has moved on. She's buried her parents and said her goodbyes, and has returned to being the bright and loving girl she was before. With a difference; she never reveals who she is to humans. And she never strays from the island.

RP Sample»

As the guard speaks of Hamin’s past, of the dozens of people he’d been forced to bond with, of the young ones he’d hurt and the older ones who had hurt him, Hamin’s eyes darken but he doesn’t look away, doesn’t break the eye contact, does’t give the man a reason to coax any sort of response out of him. It was something he couldn’t change, something he was sure would’ve happened regardless of what he’d done. Drawing Minkyu closer to him, Hamin bites down on his lower lip and gives the guard a careful look.

“He doesn’t need to know about something I had no control over; it wasn’t like you give us much of a choice in this place,” he mutters after a moment of silence, voice icy and words dripping with disdain. Still, it hits like a knife the way he’s being described: like some sick bastard who enjoys hurting children and being used by older people. Shaking his head a little, he sucks in breathe and turns his gaze to Minkyu as the guard draws attention to him.

For a moment he’s stunned into silence, trying to imagine why they would do such an experiment to a child before he slowly steps forward. He gently pries Minkyu’s hands away from his shirt so he can walk right to the edge of the cell, slender fingers curling into fists that he slowly unfurls as he comes to a halt in front of the guard.

Just as the man goes to laugh again, Hamin lunges forward, fingers scrabbling for a hold on the male’s gun before shoving him back against the bars. “Say it again, asshole,” he growls, lips curled back in a snarl as he closes a hand around the elder male’s throat. “Tell me how much you enjoyed listening to the last sounds to come from Minkyu after you destroyed his throat; tell me how /sweet/ it must have been… because it’ll be the last thing you ever say to me…”

His breath hitches in his throat for a moment when he feels a fist connect with his ribs and he grates out a heavy gasp before closing his fingers tighter around the guard’s throat, his eyes lifting to watch the ever reddening face. After another moment of careful thought, Hamin pressed his mouth against the guard’s parted ones, teeth sinking down into the soft muscle of his tongue.

Blood gushed into his mouth and he felt the guard fight against him, trying to force him away, but it was only when he heard the sound of a small body landing on the pallet that he pulled away completely, letting the guard smack him in the side of the face and send him sprawling back against the floor. Blood trickled down his chin – the guard’s blood – and he watched as the man wiped his mouth and turned to leave the cell, no doubt to tell the doctor of Hamin’s insolence.

Breathing out, he dropped back onto his back, head throbbing where the guard had smacked him and body hurting where he’d been punched and kicked. As he lay there, he listened to Minkyu’s shallow breathing and tilted his chin a little to eye the boy with something of apology in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Minkyu; I didn’t mean to scare you…I just… what he said; he’s right. I did hurt people, I didn’t mean to… but we’ve been partnered, I promise never to hurt you.”

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Time Zone« 10+ aest
Contact« skype: mumblania
How long have you been rping?« 10 years
Anything Else« I LOVE YOU
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