CLARK, FERN MELISSA

[Melissa Clark]

MELISSA FERN CLARK

• I want something good to die for •

»»Full Name: Melissa Fern Clark
»»Nicknames: Mel, 'Sweets'
»»Birthday: 23^rd October 1990
»»Gender: Female
»»Sexual Orientation: Straight
»»Occupation: Bartender
»»Eye Color: light blue
»»Hair Color: light blonde.
»»Height: 5"5
»»Weight: 9 Stone
»»Overall Appearance: Melissa is a slender woman. She has a lily tattoo on her right foot. Her ears are pierced and she has several scars on her knees. Like many children, she fell over a lot when she was wee and scratched, cut, and tortured her knees. She still falls over a lot.

»»Likes: 5+

»»Dislikes: 5+

»»Strengths: 4+

»»Weaknesses: 4+

»»Habits: 3+

»»Personality: Melissa Clark is a charming young adult, she finds herself easily making friends and enjoys that. She has a fear of dying alone, or just generally being alone, which leaves her feeling vulnerable should she not be with someone. Of course, no one can have someone with them at all times, especially when you live alone. Which is contradictory, in the sense that she hates being in large groups of people.

Melissa is easily attached, both to people and to inanimate objects. She maintains odd knickknacks just to retain the memories they may have held. She also shows a lot of affection to those she's close with. Or to those she's only just met, really. Melissa has a tendency to hold hands, hug people, and in general, stand a little too close to someone's side. She's not a woman of drama, she's quite a sensible lass.

»»Situation: Gifted
»»Powers:
Cold and Ice Manipulation Melissa can control, absorb or create ice and cold.
Iceification Melissa can become a non-melting ice being that can walk, talk, and do everything a human can. Except eat, pee, poo and sweat.
»»Weaknesses:
Melissa is very weak in the summer. Her ice form cannot form in the summer, and at most, she can make her hands ice. And even then she is very very tired afterwards.
Fire, obviously, makes any ice she forms [apart from her own ice form] melt. She can remake the ice, but then we've just got a roundabout way of saying "I'll make the ice, you melt it and then I'll make it again!".

»»Family: Andrew Clark - Father - 57 - Retired Police Officer - Water Manipulation
Clare Clark - Mother - 45 - Deceased - Air Manipulation

See what I did there?


»»Other Important People: Brandon Napier - 16 - Fire/Destruction
»»Pets: Cat - "Baby" - 2 years old
»»History: Melissa Clark was brought into the world in Britain, she met her mother and father with a bawling wail. Her father used his caring to calm her down and sooth her, which worked. Unfortunately, as he was doing this Melissa's mother passed away. Though Melissa wasn't aware of that at the time, her father was devastated. He showed nothing though, and took Melissa home a few hours later to care and tend for her.

By the time Melissa was six, she and her father were ever closer, but the male of the house still held a dark secret. Should Melissa ever ask where her mother was, the man would explain to her that her mother was working. He didn't want the happy young girl to know that her mother had experienced death with Melissa's life.

Melissa was, of course, in school by this point in time. She worked hard, made friends and spoke with a loose tongue. Considering she never had anything to hold against anyone at that age, she spoke and spoke. Some found this annoying, others found this quite interesting, and some just chose not to get involved with her. This trait stuck with her as she grew, passing through her classes and teachers with ease. She wasn't unintelligent, but she wasn't a genius. Just smart enough to get her work done and get it done well.

At the time of GCSEs, Melissa had become hard headed, determined and strong willed. Not attractive traits for a young teenager that would soon grow into a young adult. The blonde learned this the hard way, as she soon began bickering with her friends. She assumed they always had to be wrong, always had to have a flaw somewhere, and being the chatterbox with a loose tongue that she was, she told them so. A consequence of this was Melissa losing her friends. Seeing this, and realising how lonely she felt, Melissa knew in her heart, mind and body that she had to change if she wanted to be happy.

So - through out the period of GCSEs and revision and what have you, Melissa began to change. She held her tongue more often until she felt she had nothing to say if it wasn't pleasant. She also relaxed some more and realised that she'd fly though school even if she wasn't constantly telling everyone that she'd pass. People once again befriended her and Melissa's past was buried. If you could call it a past.

Melissa's school results were all A's and B's. More than she was pleased with, her father was also proud. Melissa still longed for her mother's approval, but by now she had figured out and accepted that she wouldn't see the figure she desired. By now she was ready to enter college and the world around her. As a wise young chap at her school once said 'In school you're a little fish in a big pond, but once you leave school you're an even smaller fish in a much bigger pond.' And how right he was.

It was at this time that Melissa moved to central London to discover a new community and a new college.

Melissa worked hard as she entered college. Which was mostly uneventful throughout. Not much could be said about that time, she was at college from seventeen to nineteen, and as she left the college for the last time she was nearing her twentieth birthday. At twenty, she felt it time to fly the coop. Melissa moved out. Her father thought it best for her to step into the even bigger pond of life as an independent woman. Before she left for her small apartment a good few blocks away, Melissa's father sat her down and told her that her mother had died at Mel's birth. The twenty year old bit the bullet and swallowed it as he told her, one of the secrets she was never aware of was now embedded in her mind, and once her father told her where her mother's grave was, Melissa vowed to visit it once every Sunday. Her father also gave her a suitable amount of money to step into life with, which she still has most of located under her bed for safety.

Melissa now works as a bar woman at a local bar and gets paid a decent amount. The young woman is now facing life as best she can.

»»Roleplay Sample:

Melissa watched him with an awkward smile, she didn't know if it was usual for someone to just burst out and spill their issues to a stranger, but she listened all the same. She cautiously took a seat on the bench he was on and placed her hands in her lap. Her fingertips were turning pink, along with her nose and cheeks. She had never worked well in the cold, she preferred being at home all snuggled up under some blankets.

She took in what he was saying, however, and was about to say something in return before he appeared to demonstrate an odd twitch. Melissa cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head, she wasn't going to question the actual twitch, but she did wonder if he needed some assistance.

"Are you sure you're alright? Could take you to a doctor if you're not feeling okay.." She continued to smile. "Or take you home if you need rest." The Brit shrugged her shoulders, just as he had and turned to him a little on the bench. He seemed really torn up over what had happened. "Or if you like, we could just sit here and chat. I know that makes some people feel better." Melissa felt as though she were intruding, and also seemed to be coming off as awfully rude. She hadn't as of yet introduced herself.

"I'm Melissa," she started, then rubbed his shoulder sympathetically. Melissa then placed her hands back in her lap, in case he didn't like being touched and continued to wonder why he was acting so strangely. She'd never voice any invasive questions until she knew him better, if she got to know him better.

»»Alias: Kat
»»How you found us: Made the site, bro.
»»RP experience: GOD KNOWS.
»»Your expected level of activity: I'll be around...A lot.

Made by Satara of Caution. Lyrics by Natasha Bedingfield. Don't steal or I'll turn into a dragon and eat you. For realz. <3