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@Alice

your so shifty i just.... you make me wanna roar at you like a lion!

meow! um...i mean RAWR!

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that would be very kind of you to do ^^ i wondered why many people were not in Hials. i had begun to feel lonely.

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everyone has had great posts so far, be sure of that ^^

i'll admit i think my first Melisa post was not the best i could do as well.

Female looking for M or F for Romantic Roleplaying ^^

bumping this up cuz im reopening it. anyone who is interested, pm me.

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Melisa Rynir - Last Day in Hials

"I promise...this is the last time I will cry over you..."

"'Go on vacation', he said. 'Come home to Hials', he said. 'It will be fun', he said. Damn that Girvus...he just wanted me to suffer and fuel the fire to his amusement, hmph. How heartless... is there no one else he can terrorize? Out of all my siblings... And...he did not say that there would be mountains of SNOW PILING UP TO MY KNEES!!" the bitter woman growled as she stomped through the streets of Hials. She hated winter... anyone who knew who she was, understood that Melisa was not a fan of cold weather. Here she was, ripped from the warmer Aledel providence in Rehon to come and do what, freeze to death? She should be back home working!? Training her useless soldiers and preparing for war! This was so pointless, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs right at a baby. Maybe then she would be calm.

It is only one more day. Then I can return home and all will be well.

All she had brought with her was a thin hood to protect her from the weather, and it was obvious it wasent enough with the wind whipping her hair around and blasting snow in her face. As she walked she could hear the squeals of children playing in the snow, tossing it in soft balls that did little damage. Seeing them alive and happy, living life to the fullest, it almost made her think about smiling. Almost. All day she had been out in search of a place to get a warm meal and a drink, but she was unfamiliar with the streets of Hials now...it had been to long since she'd been home. Far...far too long. But maybe it was better that way...Melisa turned her head as a child, a little boy bumped into her as he ran from his friend.

"Oh, sowie miss. I didn't see yew dere." he said looking up at her with a set of warm brown eyes. She had prepared to push him away from her, but when her amber eyes met his, she froze. The soft cries of a baby rang in her head before they were cut off abrubtly followed by screaming. Her screaming. "Miss why are yew cryin, i didn't mean ta hert yew." Her eyes widened and she turned around and left the area quickly. In her head she could still hear the screaming. The memories came rushing back as she desperately tried to find a place to hide, somewhere, anywhere...a place where maybe no one could find her and see what was about to happen.

The blood....so much blood...

The blood of thousands of soldiers couldn't compare to the amout that spilled out of her little boy...

"No! No!" she shouted as she came to a bridge that was built to cross a small river. She ducked under it and huddled in the snow there, holding herself as she crouched and weeped. This was why she had never returned. Back in Aledel she worked with grownups. Men and women around her age... She did not have to see the eyes of her son in every child that walked the streets. He should be here...he should be amongst them, growing up, being happy....

"Jamie....my baby i'm so sorry. I miss you..." she was siezed by a onslaught of sobs. Her entire body shook as she wept. "Adam...i'm so sorry. I'm trying to forget... but I can't." she spoke softly. She hoped her dead husband would answer her, but it was all just lost hope. After a few moments she reached for the ring that clung to a chain dangling around her neck. She looked at it as she remembered the short time she had spent with him, as a family. Bringing the icy gold band to her lips, she sat still for what seemed like an eternity. She could no longer feel her hands or her feet. Her bottom was going numb, but still she didn't move. "I promise...this is the last time I will cry over you..." she said softly, lowering her head to her knees. It was an idle promise...one she'd given many times before in situations such as this. Why was it always here she felt like this? As though in every child's eyes she saw her son's, and in every man who embraced his woman, she imagined her own man's arms around her. It was a bitter realization, coming to terms with the fact that they are gone...and she could never get them back.

It was why Melisa was so angry...so mean...so bitter to everyone. She pitied herself like a child. Continued to hold on like the rays of sun as it dips over the horizon. With each step she took Melisa would dig herself into a deeper and deeper hole, screaming at innocents and rebels alike. Often times she would hear the sound of laugher and it would trigger something in her head that told her to run, run and cry and hurt anyone who dared to come near her. So far, in battle it hadent happened...but it was only a matter of time... Only a matter of time before she gazed into the eyes of someone she would kill, and find herself looking back. As her victims eyes would fade...so would her sanity.

It was only a matter of time....

Eventually, the sun has to set. And all that follows...is darkness.

TSA CS storage.

"I swear...that my loyalty lies only to the High King of the Empire. Everyone else I will crush beneath my feet."

Name :
Melisa Rynir
Nicknames :
Mel
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
Age 26, Born in the year 1276 on the 14th of March
Origin :
Born in Hials, Granddaughter of Girvus Rynir, 2nd oldest child in her family.
Currently works/resides in Rehon
Length and build :
5'8. Toned, not too muscular.
Weight :
144 lbs
Sexuality :
Hetero. Widowed.

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Appearances :

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Occupation :
Three year graduate from the Deliar Academy. Currently an Optio in the Rehonian Legion. She has been told in the past that her rage and vengeful attitude keep her from becoming a Tribune or Legate.

Favorite phrase/saying :
"Don't stick to any one thing, you'll find when tested that you can no longer fly."

Tagline: "Move it. Else I will squash you like an ant."

Favorite Food :
Apple Pie

Favorite Weather and Season :
Summer. When it is so hot your skin blisters.

Patron God/Goddess :

Rolor

Skelatia

Brafald

Araos

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Personality :
Melisa can often be described as cold, uncaring, harsh...all of which would be true. She hates alot of things, likes few things, and often points out one's flaws. She is a strict leader but does her job well. A woman of few words who only speaks when barking out orders or complaining...she has no interest in getting anyone to like her. Her goal is to prepare her soldiers to protect the land, not grovel at a man's feet in hopes for friendship. Getting close to her is...unlikely.

History :
The second oldest in family with Patricia. She was not always the bitter woman she is at present. Her life was nice growing up. She was spoiled until her younger siblings came around and then she was expected to fend for herself. At a young age she dreamed of serving in the Legion, but neglected to join the Academy in Deliar because she fell in love. To a man she wed, she bore a son. Married two years before they were ripped from existence in a tragic bandit attack in a small villiage outside Hials. Her son and husband were both killed, but they spared her for a reason unknown. She was forever changed into someone viewed as cold and heartless. But really...her withdraw is the only way she's found to deal with the pain.

That same tragic year she joined the Academy. She passed with flying colors, quickly surpassing her peers and finishing ahead of her time. Now as an Optio of three years, Melisa is known for her iron fist as she leads her Tessari's. Any soldier she deems unworthy she will squash the spirits of and send packing, without even a blink of sleep lost. Many stay away from her, and soldiers tease anyone unfortunate enough to be under her command. She now rarely speaks to anyone, let alone anyone in her family.

Theme song :
Evanescence: ~Made of Stone~

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Clothing and/or armor :
Armor used in battle:


'Casual' Armor worn around:


Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Sword
Description :
Melisa's Sword. Made of the strongest, most expensive metal.
Appearance :

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Name :
Shield
Description :
Melisa's shield. A gift from her Grandfather
Appearance :

shield

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Name :
Melisa's Ring Necklace
Description :
A simple necklace that holds her deceased husbands ring.
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :

Skilled Sword Fighter

Good at Horse Riding

Can read and write

Quite the tactician

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Traits

Manipulative

Agressive

Perceptive of others feelings/emotions

A bit unorthadox...in everything

Expirenced Optio

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okay i got it! i'll give a description then if i cant find a good picture.

and i didnt understand you were talking about spongebob until the pineapple part. ...i almost pitied you..... and he's 22 seriously? my pet rat has more common sence than him.

edit: that armor is horrendus.

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@Roran

Sorry i've changed it but i still think its not right. ^^; i will keep trying!

edit: would something like this work?

new armor

edit 2: okay wait nevermind i think i got it ^^

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okay how about these?

Changed Items

armor:
sword:
shield:

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@Lucius and Void

well its easier to understand now that i'm wide awake. I'll look for different pictures then. thanks the both of you!

any tips on a new sword and shield then?