Pirouette

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Everyone appeared so taboo and to Mel, everyone looked so fascinating. Certainly she would have to pick everyone's brain later when she got the chance but nothing compared to the interest she had in the musician, or a bard as the bartender called him. Music was absolutely the rarest of things for someone who lived secluded and she only managed to hear a trickle of music whenever passing a nearby city or other traveling musician. But from what little she heard, music became her passion. She probably couldn't tell instruments apart, identify the musical piece, or probably couldn't sing or play if her life depended on it, but music sounded divine to her. Even an amateur could woo her.

Mel couldn't help it, curiosity and excitement ate at her as she stood there listening to the babble of the other people. Her gaze was locked on the musician as she could only imagine what music he could produce. How do you go about making music? It just occurred to her that she had never actually seen anyone producing music. It was never explained by her father, and the few books she had read mentioned nothing about it. She only knew that it was some baseless melody and Was it magic? She had to know and now she could finally find out.

Mel crept around the table, passing by the conversation between another elf mage and that convict, a term she had little knowledge of. She'd have to inquire about that later. As well, she stepped past the silver haired lady who was gesturing something. Another thing she was curious about, gestures. She didn't really know any, not even a wink. In fact, most glares, gazes, scoffs, and the like, good or bad, that were aimed at her concerning lack of clothing all went unnoticed by Mel. She just didn't notice it and thought it was completely normal as she continued to shuffle past the congregated people. Her bare feet lightly stepped on the wooden floor, which didn't even make a thump on contact.

Finally, the bard was within reach. She reached out and gently tugged at the bard's right ear. The moment he turned his gaze towards her, if he turned towards her, she would remove the hand and finally ask at least a century old curiosity of hers. "You. You play the music? I really, really want to hear it." Her eyes shined with excitement and her voice even wavered with a bit of nervousness as she asked. A big, goofy grin formed on her face as she waited for half-elf's response. His human qualities were apparent this close but at a distance he could pass as an elf, save for the height, to which Mel had to look up to meet his eyes.

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I'm glad to see that everyone came to an agreement and I'm relieved that we'll take our time. I was worried I'd get lost in everything!

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Sorry I was a bit late.

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"Easy there lass..." A short, stubby arm reached around and gently held back his eager elf companion by the waist. "Ya don't even know what building 'yer looking for and I couldn't possibly keep up!" The gruff, tired voice found a little life as a low chuckle sounded. "Oh don't get your feathers rustled, Eargen. I can assure you that I would be fine." The elf looked down at her dwarf friend, Eargen, speaking coolly in a low volume.

"I wasn't worried about ya, Mel. I'm sure ya could handle anything in that town, but that town couldn't possibly handle ya if ya started poking around the wrong buildings." Eargen's chuckle revived again as he shook his head. "I doubt ya would get a warm welcome after that."

"Come now, Eargen, have some faith. You should me a tavern once, I'm pretty sure I could find one again." Melerindalowen, or "Mel" as Eargen had taken to calling her, retorted with a quick playfulness. She politely pushed Eargen's arm away and continued on at an exaggerated slower pace than before. "But if you insist, I will be glad to make the special accommodation for you." Eargen previous chuckle turned into a full on hearty laugh. "Yer an arse, Mel, a complete arse!" The two of them shared a laugh and continued on down the road.

Finally the duo reached the edge of Esterfell but halted before heading deeper into the town. Mel's eyes glimmered with a hint of excitement as she eyed the many lifeless buildings nestled in the dark, quiet town. Outside of the glimmer, she really kept most of her excitement inside. Eargen knew that glimmer, he had seen it many times before while showing her just a little bit of the civilized world. "Alright lassie, the tavern 'yer looking for is right down there with that wall-like shield shape sign hanging right over the door. It has the lights on and people inside. Ya can't miss it. I'll head in after ya but 'yer looking for a human lad in armor, most likely. Might find some other weirdos like 'yerself in there too. You'll know."

Mel sat in silence as half her attention wandered to the different people she was going to see. She nodded vigorously when Eargen was finished and then gave the dwarf an affection pat on the head before scurrying off in a half jog to reach the door. She wasted no time to creak the door open and slip into the lit, somewhat warm room of the tavern. Nobody really noticed her until she tossed her staff that clattered to the floor in the corner with a loud bang and she threw off her bearskin cloak to join her staff in the corner by the door. The disturbed, angered look of the bartender went unnoticed as Mel stared intently at the odd group of people huddled around a man in iron armor. Those must have been her soon-to-be companions and she couldn't help it but a grin plastered her face as she approached with her letter in hand. The man in iron still addressing those who had arrived before her. Despite the man in iron still talking, she slid the letter across the table where the man in the iron armor was sitting and glanced around the group. "I am in the right place, correct?" She said with slightly nervous but an otherwise plain tone, just after the man in iron had finished speaking about something she wasn't paying attention to. She clearly didn't realize she was just a tad late.

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Apokalipse said
Just thought you should know that Mel is underweight. If that's what you were going for, sorry, but I just thought you should know.

Aren't Elves supposed to be light? Like lighter than normal?

Edit: Regardless, I altered the weight.

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Mel

Name – Melerindalowen ("Mel" for short)
Race – Elf
Gender – Female
Age – 304
Appearance –
Height – 5'5''
Weight – 119
Class – Druid

Skills - An unnaturally gifted learner and just over three hundred years of experience, Mel has memorized volumes of knowledge concerning nature, animals, and the extent of her own magical prowess. She is good at identifying plants and just properties those plants might have. For animals, Mel can identify nimal tracks, sounds, anatomy, and sometimes even feces to determine just what animal is nearby.

Powers - Mel has three schools of magical talent but they vary in her skill level. First and foremost, Mel is absolutely gifted Elementalist, capable of calling forth the four elements to maim, burn, freeze, drown, help, and support anyone who Mel wants. She isn't the greatest by any means but she is capable of higher level elemental magic. Secondly, Mel has skill in Restoration. Although opportunities to use it rarely came but this school is one Mel has great interest to improve upon as of late. Lastly, Mel is a good shapeshifter, even though she doesn't like it. She can turn into lesser natural beasts of the wild like a wolf, deer, owl, etc and some unnatural ones. However despite her love of nature, she hates becoming the various beasts as she feels she loses herself bit by bit to animal instinct, making her feel primal, basic, and worst of all, savagery.

Weaponry – Outside of her metal staff, she has a crudely made bone knife. She relies more on her magic than any weapon.

Other equipment - Mel doesn't carry much outside of a few plants, charms, and trinkets. The only practical things she carries is large bear skin to sleep on and keep herself warm in and a pair of moccasins to put on when snow, ice, hot, or jagged terrain are beneath her feet.

Apparel – As pictured, Mel prefers to not wear much. She generally has an interest in wearing obscure articles of clothing as well as various pieces of jewelry and the like she has collected, making her stick out pretty well in a crowd. For the cold, she wears that great big bear skin as a cloak and a pair of moccasins to cover her feet from the snow. Outside of that, she claims the cold never bothered her. (Note: No demonic hand)

Personality - If Mel's personality was to be summed up in one word: Eccentric would probably be first word you would think. She hasn't really had a lot of people experience in her lifetime so she doesn't really know how to act in a civil or formal setting. Simple pleasantries such as greetings don't really happen, although she is trying to amend that. She doesn't know how to behave and will just act on instinct as she has her whole life. Childish wouldn't be the best way to put her behavior but rather ignorant would be a better word because she does really want to sort of fit in to the modern world. She is curious more than anything about just how civility and people work.

Bio – Even at birth, Mel was always separated from cities and people in favor of a more untamed and natural setting. Her father was a druid of the wild while her mother was never really there. Some images of what she might have been like pop in her head but over all, her mother was absent from her life. This left Mel and her father to wander the various landscapes together, alone and separated from everyone else. For two decades this was the case and everything Mel learned, she learned from her father in that time span. What she didn't learn but wanted to, was other people. Every time a city, town, or just a traveling company was spotted, her father stopped her. He claimed that they were poisonous and harmful to there existence. Mel always refused to believe that and she still wanted that chance to see what other people were like... she got her chance only a decade after her 200th birthday.

A division of mage hunters had been hunting Mel's father for years now. He was wanted for Necromancy practice and outside of a few sightings, the hunters could never find him until a happy accident lead that company of hunters right Mel's camp. Mel was overjoyed to see people coming and ran out to greet them. As she did, one of the hunters fired an arrow, laced with a stiffening poison that slowed and stopped Mel from moving entirely. The hunters used her as a leveraging tool to get her father to go quietly and begrudgingly, he went quietly but not to a city to hang, he was killed on the spot right in front of Mel. She would have been next if not for her quick thinking to turn into a Opossum, which is immune to most poisons, to scurry away.

With her father dead, she saw no reason to embrace people any more so she wandered just like she had all her life. She felt empty about it but at least she felt safe. It wasn't until a strange encounter with a rather old dwarf that rekindled her desire to see the world and its people again. The dwarf told her a bit about the world she was missing but as soon as they were about to part, he handed her a letter of invitation from the Crimson Company. His reason was simple as he was too old to help the Company and his new found friend seemed just like the type to be interested.

Those Who Were Left Behind:: An SNK 1x1 (Abyss & Pirouette)

Cool! I'll probably wait till I'm done with both of mine before I post them.

Those Who Were Left Behind:: An SNK 1x1 (Abyss & Pirouette)

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Sketcher said
We're mostly full for now.Also, I'd rather have people who can be dedicated to the RP >.< If we start losing players, the RP will eventually die off and I noticed that you've been coming on and off after a few posts :/We might have some open slots in the future though.

Oh okay. :/

Its true I do tend to come and go but I occasionally come back to scan for something I like.