[hider=Lady Melody Heathering] [hr][color=5f60d0][CENTER][sup][h1][b][center] [sub][color=black]Lady Melody Heathering[/color] [color=FFCFF1]Lady Melody Heathering[/color][/sub][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=FFCFF1][sup][i]“Come now. Let me sing you a lullaby.”[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=FFCFF1]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/RyH5I5X.jpeg[/img] [sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color] [color=FFCFF1]C H A R A C T E R I N F O[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [sub][color=FFCFF1][b]|[/b] Lady Melody Heathering [b]|[/b][/COLOR] [color=FFCFF1]34 [b]|[/b][/COLOR] [sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [color=FFCFF1][b]|[/b] [color=FFCFF1]Cisgender Woman (She/Her)[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [color=FFCFF1]5'8 / 116 lbs[/COLOR] [b]|[/b][/color] [sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [color=FFCFF1][b]|[/b] Uncertain [b]|[/b] Nobility [b]|[/b][/COLOR][/sub][/center] [indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=FFCFF1]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=FFCFF1] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup][color=FFCFF1]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [color=white][color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Character Info[/b][/color] [color=FFCFF1]Birthday:[/color] July 11, 1777 [color=FFCFF1]Country of Origin:[/color] England [color=FFCFF1]Languages Spoken:[/color] English, French, and Greek [color=FFCFF1]Affiliation:[/color] Lady Rosemarie's Haven For Wayward Girls [color=FFCFF1]Motivation:[/color] To provide emotional support for the young girls and boys dealing with trauma. [color=FFCFF1]Habits:[/color] Humming a lullaby to herself [color=FFCFF1]Hobbies:[/color] Playing piano, composing & transcribing music, reading, visiting graveyards [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Fears[/b][/color] -Losing her sense of self -Claustrophobia -Never becoming a mother -Children suffering & dying [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Skills[/b][/color] -Emotional intelligence -Photographic memory -Singing -Playing piano [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Shortcomings[/b][/color] -Latin -Cricket -Horseback Riding -Perfectionism [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Likes[/b][/color] -Playing piano -Books -Graveyards -Secret gardens -Lavender -Late-night tea steeped with lavender and rose petals [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Dislikes[/b][/color] -Non-consensual touching -Shallow flattery -Seeing children suffer -The phrase or those similar to "You should be grateful" [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] R U M O R S[/color] [color=FFCFF1]R U M O R S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup][color=FFCFF1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [INDENT][hider=][color=#2e2c2c]-[/color] [indent][sub][b][color=FFCFF1] S E C R E T S & L I E S[/color][/b][/sub] [sup][color=FFCFF1]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [color=white][color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Rumors[/b][/color] Some believe she sleeps in the Baroness's crypt, claiming they’ve seen her entering the family mausoleum before dawn, barefoot and humming a lullaby in a language no one recognizes. Some people also think she is the illegitimate daughter of the late Baron Heathering, and that's the only reason why the Baroness took care of her. Others believe that the color of Lady Melody's eyes foretells their fate. Green for luck, violet for love...red for ruin. [color=FFCFF1][b]►[/b] [b]Secrets[/b][/color] Melody has a room only she enters. Inside are portraits of herself with different eyes, 23 and counting. One has no eyes at all. She doesn't know why or where it came from. When her power first manifested, she once connected to an emotional aura that belonged to a girl who later took her own life. Melody had felt everything the girl felt, too late. It haunts her still: a scream she never released. Lady Melody's power to sever emotional bonds is a secret to most, except a handful of people. She once severed the relationship between a powerful Duke and his wife because of her own love for him, causing one of the greatest scandals amongst the Ton. It was the first and only time she's used her power so selfishly, and she regrets her actions to this day. She was young and foolish then, as she often laments. [/color][/sup] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=FFCFF1]E N L I G H T E N E D A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup][color=FFCFF1]________________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [COLOR=white][indent] [b][u]Empathic Metamoprh[/u][/b]: The world would never know that Melody was Enlightened, save for her eyes, those eyes that refuse to stay the same. Today they might be cornflower blue, royal violet, or a shade of crimson. Tomorrow, a golden hue that catches the light like fire. Some days they don’t match at all, as if pieces of past lives have slipped through and settled there. Her eyes are always changing colors, sometimes more than once within the same day. Melody's eyes do more than shift in color. They allow her to see emotion, the raw hue of colored auras that bloom and curl around the living like a second skin. With those eyes, she sees what others may bury, granting her deep emotional attunement and the ability to calm or influence others by adapting to their emotional needs. But worse still, when she connects with someone too much and their aura flares bright, her own sense of self dissolves into theirs and molds her like soft wax. She becomes a reflection of them, subtly, completely. It is often an unconscious shift in her behavior, mood, or demeanor, shaping her into whatever that person feels or requires: the comforter, the fighter, the mother, the friend, the woman who will say the thing they can’t. An empathic metamorph, if you will. The danger lies in how easily she can lose herself if she doesn't stay in control. Her empathy is too exact, too consuming. Sometimes it can happen without her consent or even awareness, turning love into mimicry and anger into action. She can soothe a person's sorrow before a word is spoken or placate someone's fury with uncanny finesse. And only when the bond breaks does she remember who she is, blinking back into herself with a tremble and the vague ache of having lived too many lives in one. [b][u]Threadbreaker[/u][/b]: Lady Melody's color-shifting eyes also allow her to see the emotional bonds between people and sever them, intentionally or not. With a whispered word, a glance held too long, or the slightest brush of her hand, she can unravel the invisible threads that tie hearts together. These aren’t visible to most, but to her, they appear as colorful gossamer filaments stretched between souls, glowing strands of loyalty, love, rage, guilt, grief, and longing. When she chooses, she can reach into the weave and cut. The effects are immediate and chilling: a daughter might look at her mother and feel nothing; a sworn enemy may suddenly forget why they raised their sword. In combat, it’s devastating. Alliances crumble, motivations evaporate, and even the strongest will can falter. The cut is not usually permanent. A thread typically grows back, though maybe the same, different, weaker, or twisted. Other times, it doesn't at all. Lady Melody cannot actively restore what she severs. The more deeply someone is tied to another, the more taxing it is to break that bond. She often emerges from these moments dazed, her own sense of identity temporarily blurred by the unraveling of others’. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] B A C K S T O R Y[/color] [color=FFCFF1]B A C K S T O R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup][color=FFCFF1]________________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] Melody Heathering was born on a rain-slicked morning in London, her first cries muffled by the heavy drapes of an upper Belgravia townhouse. She was the daughter of a woman who had once been enslaved, rescued from the brutal plantations of the British West Indies by Baroness Florence Heathering, a noblewoman whose radical leanings, common among those within High Society's quieter intelligentsia, made her both admired and whispered about in certain drawing rooms. Her mother, once a shadow in the fields, became the Baroness’s lady-in-waiting, then her closest confidante. Though her life had been brief, she filled it with gentleness and poetry, teaching Melody to hold her head high and read every book she could reach. When illness took her, Melody was barely seven. And the Baroness, out of something deeper than obligation, took the child in as her ward. She grew up in silks, but never in safety. Though her mind was quick and her beauty impossible to ignore, society watched her with a cruel sort of fascination, admiring from a distance, but never letting her forget she did not belong. The Baroness, unwavering in her defiance, educated Melody as she would a daughter of blood, exposing her to languages, literature, and the disquieting truths of the world. She taught Melody to speak with precision, to never lower her eyes first, and to bear the weight of every sideways glance with quiet grace. A sharp education made Melody all the more unplaceable. But for all her love, the Baroness had not been prepared for the manifestation of Melody's gift. It began softly. Her eyes were the first to change, shifting in color daily, sometimes hourly, from storm blue to gold to a haunting red. They were beautiful, yes, but strange. Then she began finishing others' sentences before they were spoken. Not just guessing, but feeling what they felt, mirroring it with alarming clarity. She could calm a man’s anger with a look or carry the heartbreak of a stranger like it were her own. And when emotions surged too high, Melody shifted, subtly, deeply, her behavior molding to the needs of whoever she was near, as if her very self bent to hold their feelings. Melody caused quite a scene at her last few balls. The Baroness, loving but frightened by the growing power she couldn’t understand and the toll it seemed to take on Melody’s mental health, made a painful choice, secluding the girl within the house under the guise of convalescence, hoping the "gift" would fade like a fever. Eventually, the power settled instead, quietly, like mist behind her eyes. In time, when the world had forgotten its fear, Melody emerged once more, older now, calmer, and full of unspoken things. She stepped into her mother’s place as the Baroness’s lady-in-waiting, but she was no one’s servant. Where she walked, people turned. Some bowed. Some held their breath. The same people who once doubted her now addressed her with brittle respect. Always staring at her eyes. Yet Melody knew better than to trust the shape of admiration. Power, like beauty, did not grant safety. It merely changed the way the blade was held. And in secret, she gave part of herself to Lady Rosemarie’s Haven for Wayward Girls, a hidden place for young women with nowhere else to go, girls (and some boys) with strange Enlightened abilities and stranger stories, like hers once was. There, Melody was something closer to herself: a guide, a keeper, a gentle fire. She never asked the girls to speak of what they’d run from. She simply taught them how to stand in their own power without apology. There were rumors, of course. There always are. But Melody let them whisper. Let them wonder. The truth was, she no longer needed the world’s permission to exist. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] E X T R A S[/color] [color=FFCFF1]E X T R A S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup][color=FFCFF1]________________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sup] [COLOR=white][INDENT] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDjIA8ZuZYA&list=RDKcZ73FRFLzY&index=4&ab_channel=FrouFrou-Topic]Theme Song - Sane Again by Frou Frou[/url]. Favorite Movie is Matilda. Favorite TV Show is Charmed (1998) [u]Plot Ideas[/u] - Helping a young girl with an out-of-control power that is deadly to herself and those around her. - Young girls from The Haven seem to be going missing or ending up at the Circus, causing a confrontation with that faction. - A masked figure keeps visiting her in the middle of the night (their intentions are unclear at first). [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR] [/hider]