Name: Persephone Parathyro
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/6a0653fd58ce8abb9b2370e448a16bdd/tumblr_n4v3cvNLDV1sdghozo1_400.jpg[/img]
Personality: Erratic, easily angered, impulsive, informative, lacks social skills
Bio: Persephone comes from a wealthy family; her father runs one of the most successful pharmaceutical companies in the world and has accumulated a great deal of money. Her mother is a retired psychologist, interested primarily in childhood development. Persephone's parents decided that they would want the best for their only daughter, and with a combination of her father's money, and her mother's experiences in the field of psychology, they had decided to create a very strict regime to raise the perfect daughter, to which they followed by the letter. Persephone lived her life within the white walls of empty mansion her parents called a home, instructed to wake and sleep at the exact same time each day, instructed to follow time-specific classes and lessons, each with a different tutor. Even what she did during her "playtime" was scheduled, never having to choose for herself. Persephone's "playmates" were not even playmates at all, but professional nannies, hired to simulate social interaction in what Persephone's mother deemed to be best for Persephone. At age 8, Persephone showed some strength in the subject in mathematics, and to her parents' delight, they decided to focus her teachings around the subject, believing that they had found their daughter's "true calling." Persephone's world became one of numbers, theory, and chalk, whose glaring presence began to wear her down. Persephone's solace was found in her literature lessons, to which her mind drifted to the worlds spawned by the paper and text willingly, but as Persephone grew older, the literature lessons grew shorter to accommodate longer mathematics lessons until they were cut out altogether. After the literature lessons had ceased, Persephone slowly began to crack underneath her world of numbers: at the age of 15 she had a breakdown in the middle of a lesson, hurling a piece of chalk at the blackboard, which burst upon its pristine surface in a cloud of white dust. The lesson still continued. A year later, during a particularly difficult lesson, Persephone assaulted her tutor. She was locked in her room for this. Her parents became increasingly aware that their "by the book" regime was falling apart, and had decided to increase their control on their daughter's life. Other lessons began to be taken away, each for a different reason: History was too violent, biology was too gruesome, chemistry was too dangerous, and other subjects were taken away too, until Persephone was left with only mathematics. Persephone's outbursts only increased in multitude.

Only an hour prior to Persephone's meeting with Melvin, Persephone was staring at a piece of paper in frustration, looking over the numbers in confusions. Her fists clenched, and her stomach stirred. She prayed it to be the time to consume a meal, she prayed for the lesson to stop and free her from this torture. But, for all Persephone knew, her prays were empty thoughts, unable to fulfill her wishes. All it was, was numbers, numbers, and more numbers. Numbers dictated her schedule, numbers dictated her actions, numbers dictated what her parents thought would be best. NUMBERS. 

Persephone glanced out the window, spotting the rain tap the glass. Persephone imagined herself leaping from her seat and breaking the window: [i] It would feel good to hear the glass shatter and rain down upon the mud below....[/i] Persephone thought, [i] But I would be punished for sure....[/i] Persephone sighed and went back to scribbling on her paper, accidentally snapping her pencil in half. Persephone gritted her teeth as her tutor handed her another pencil, angry that a broken pencil hadn't ended her lesson. [i] If the window broke, the rain would get in and the lesson would have to halt for a little while....[/i] Persephone rationalized, before abruptly standing up and stomping towards the window, as her tutor protests, insisting that she stay in her seat.

Persephone did not care for her tutor's wishes, though.

Persephone raised her fist and thrust it at the glass, breaching the fragile barrier between the classroom and the outside world. Shards of glass lacerated the skin on her hand, causing the blood to appear.

Persephone did not care. 

However, Persephone's parents did care though and locked Persephone in her room, until they could figure out what to do. That was when Melvin appeared. 

Persephone was sitting alone on her bed, staring at her bandaged hand, feeling angry that she had to sit there and write numbers. Angry and confused. Confused of why the numbers seemed to matter so much when they did not sprout from the earth, when chalk did not run through her veins, when theories time and time again were proved false, making her feel lost in her world of numbers. 

Persephone craved a different world; she craved until she was at tears.

“It appears like you are in need of a miracle. Worry not for I am Melvin, the miracle maker."

And Peresphone made her wish.
Specific wish: To have the ability to traverse into alternate dimensions and universes.