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Post by [Melinda Gordon] on Feb 7, 2007 12:29:21 GMT -5
Name: Melinda Gordon
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: She runs 'Same as it Never Was' Antiques.
Physical Description: Melinda is of about average height and weight for her age. Her skin is fair, slightly tanned. Her eyes are light brown in color, and, depending on the lighting, can almost look green at times. Her long, dark brown hair falls down to her back, a good several inches below her shoulder, but far from waist-length. Melinda usually wears vintage or unusual clothing, but you could say it comes from working in an antique shop. Her make up style usually includes dark eyeshadow, with the addition average styles of lipstick. Melinda's emotions usually show right through, even when she tries to hide them. Her eyes express her like windows right into her mind. Her smile is bright, and her glare cold. The sound of her voice is smooth and usually soft toned, and Melinda does have a good singing voice although she prefers not to show this.
Personality: Melinda's personality is very unique. She was born with a gift inherited from her Grandmother. This gift allows her to see and speak with the dead. Ghosts. Earth-bound spirits. She's had it since around five years old. The whole over-all experience usually only has a good outcome on her personality, making her a compassionate and kind-hearted person. There's only so much a girl can take, though. There are those times when she just becomes a little fed up with everything. However, she is constantly trying to do whatever she can to help. Melinda his a sense of humor, and loves getting away from everything to relax with her friends and family, although she rarely finds time to do so. She makes a good listener and loyal friend, and is very sensitive to other's emotions, being an emotional person herself. On the occasion that she becomes irritated, Melinda can be sarcastic, and sometimes uncharacteristically snappy. She doesn't usually move to judge at first sight, but if she doesn't take a liking to someone, it's probably for a good reason. Melinda does like the idea of having children, but at the same time, is a little scared by it. Presently, she wants to wait awhile.
Relationships: Jim Clancy: Melinda's husband, who she has been married to for over a year now. She considers him her soul-mate,her perfect match, the love of her life, Needless to say, the two are very close, and there is a thick chemistry between them. She loves how he can make her smile, laugh, and somehow feel better after a rough day...and ultimately, Jim himself.
Delia Banks: A good friend,Melinda usually bonds with Delia at her Antique shop, where Delia also works ever since Melinda had offered her a job there. Though a bit puzzled by Delia's son, Melinda enjoys her friend's company, although Melinda still hasn't told her about her....'gift'.
Rick Payne: Melinda can never tell whether Rick is a friend,acquaintance, or just a pain-in-the-ass. Most of the times, she tries to keep their conversations very business-related seeing as the professor is an expert in the occult, and can often help her with the spirits she sees. The two often bicker lightly, and often times Melinda is left feeling very annoyed with the whole situation.
Beth Gordon: Beth is Melinda's mother. They've never really gotten along well, especially in Melinda's adult-hood. Honestly, she resents her mother a bit from being so distant and unsupportive of her when she was first struggling with her ability to speak to the dead. Recently, they've become a little closer, but the whole situation is still a little awkward, and Melinda has a habit of avoiding her.
Romano: This is the spirit that refuses to cross over, the one who haunted her for months without any explanation before he crashed a plane right in Grandview and killed over two-hundred people, including Melinda's best friend. What else could she feel except revulsion, anger, and overall fear . Although Romano seems to have disappeared , the ghost still haunts her nightmares, and the possibility of his return hangs over her like a dark cloud.
[Past Relationships]
Andrea Marino[Best Friend], Kyle McCall[Ex-Boyfriend].
Roleplay example:
The night was silent, and the tan, brown sprinkled she-cat didn't intend to break this silence. Her small, elegant paws padded silently against the grassy ground as she crept through the lands. Unlike the brute that waited closer than she thought, the loner was more accustomed to these lands, and knew her way around them by memory. She had lay in the shadows of her barn for hours, deep in thought, but hadn't been able to catch even a wink of sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Annoyed with herself, the femme had decided to take a walk alone under the shining, indigo blanket of the night sky. Perhaps she could better gather her thoughts out here.
A cool breeze blew through the loner lands that lay outside of the WindClan moors. It pricked at her speckled coat, and sent shiver through her spine. The loner known as Samantha suddenly became aware of how alone she was in the vast lands, and tensed as she gained that familiar feeling that she was being watched. She shot her head up quickly, harks flattening against it as her bright opticals narrowed. The stars seemed to stare silently down at her, and she returned them with a glare of defiance. Here was a mystery that, deep inside, haunted every loner that walked these lands. StarClan. Were they really out there? It hardly seemed logical, death was death. But, as Samantha attempted to contemplate all of this, she shook her head. It was beginning to hurt. Who cared, anyway? If there was a StarClan, they certainly didn't care for loners. No, the loners and rogues of these lands fended for themselves, and prided upon it, however hard it made their lives. They did not depend on any Clan or ancestors, and only then could a cat experience true freedom.
With a sigh, Samantha turned away from the celestial view. Whatever her beliefs, she would not challenge the heavens now. Silently, she broke into a fast sprint, bounding silently through the grass as if to get away from...well, everything. Sammy didn't really pay attention to where exactly she was going, but her long limbs carried her toward the lakeside. As she passed through the ferns, her pace slowed, as if she realized how mad she must've looked. Shaking her head slowly, the lithe femme padded through the environ in almost slow motion, her head lowering slightly. The expression in her hazy, hue-changing eyes was unreadable at the moment, for now she felt of mixed emotions. And then, Samantha looked up to see exactly where she had run off to.
The terrain before her was a vast extense of tall grass, and a wide, glassy lake. It's surface was smooth like ice, and although snow stained the grounds, it was not quiet cold enough to be frozen over today. The water reflected the stars and the moon, and Samantha watched it quietly for a moment, her tail swaying steadily behind her. The sight was beautiful, and it took her breath away. Rarely did she find such times to appreciate these things, to appreciate her life these days. It was all work, a constant competition for survival. She sighed. That was life, was it not?
Perhaps a drink of water was what she needed to satisfy her sleepless plight. Samantha gave a tiny shrug, and began padding down the gently sloping bank, and toward the water. At the vast and sparking sight, she had fallen deep into thought. This had become a habit of hers lately, and it was clear by her vacant expression that she was not quite paying attention to the world around her. If she had been, perhaps Samantha would have spotted the smoke-and-moon-washed brute as she embarked toward the glistening lake. But she did not, in fact, although she was perhaps a few fox-lengths away, Samantha didn't even cast a glance at him. As she reached the water's edge, she paused, her glassy amber eyes moving over the surface as if she had not realized that with another step, she might've fallen in. But then, gently, she lowed her head to hover kitten-steps above the glass, her long pearled whiskers skimming the surface just barely. With a sound almost as silent as the coming snowfall, Samantha reached out her small pink tongue, and began to drink. She lapped up the water for a moment, letting it wash refreshingly down her throat. But the substance was chilled by the outside temperature, and it sent a chill through the femme's spine. As if the icy drink had brought her back to reality, Samantha seemed to stir. She blinked, as if coming back to reality, and lifted her head, now face-to-face with her own expression. But, as her chocolate, amber sparked eyes passed over the surface, they widened, fixing upon the brute's form, which she had just now noticed. Slightly alarmed, Samantha leaped away, spinning to face him warily. She stood, hackles on end for a brief moment, surveying the stranger suspiciously. And then, slowly, she began to relax. The masculine scented of rogue. Rogues were slightly more dangerous than loners, yes, but they shared a loner's point of view in many ways, and weren't aligned to the Clans. Samantha thought them trustworthy.
Running her tongue briefly over her ruffled chest fur, the femmoria raised her head to meet the other feline's gaze, her own sparked with a slight, helpless curiosity. Her harks straightened, one of them flicking briefly to the side in an apologetic gesture. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there." She meowed with some embarrassment, her tone friendly enough. Samantha wasn't the type to start a fight if it didn't need to be started, and now was no exception. Hopefully, the brute wasn't feeling particularly hostile today either.
Other: Nope xP.
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: She runs 'Same as it Never Was' Antiques.
Physical Description: Melinda is of about average height and weight for her age. Her skin is fair, slightly tanned. Her eyes are light brown in color, and, depending on the lighting, can almost look green at times. Her long, dark brown hair falls down to her back, a good several inches below her shoulder, but far from waist-length. Melinda usually wears vintage or unusual clothing, but you could say it comes from working in an antique shop. Her make up style usually includes dark eyeshadow, with the addition average styles of lipstick. Melinda's emotions usually show right through, even when she tries to hide them. Her eyes express her like windows right into her mind. Her smile is bright, and her glare cold. The sound of her voice is smooth and usually soft toned, and Melinda does have a good singing voice although she prefers not to show this.
Personality: Melinda's personality is very unique. She was born with a gift inherited from her Grandmother. This gift allows her to see and speak with the dead. Ghosts. Earth-bound spirits. She's had it since around five years old. The whole over-all experience usually only has a good outcome on her personality, making her a compassionate and kind-hearted person. There's only so much a girl can take, though. There are those times when she just becomes a little fed up with everything. However, she is constantly trying to do whatever she can to help. Melinda his a sense of humor, and loves getting away from everything to relax with her friends and family, although she rarely finds time to do so. She makes a good listener and loyal friend, and is very sensitive to other's emotions, being an emotional person herself. On the occasion that she becomes irritated, Melinda can be sarcastic, and sometimes uncharacteristically snappy. She doesn't usually move to judge at first sight, but if she doesn't take a liking to someone, it's probably for a good reason. Melinda does like the idea of having children, but at the same time, is a little scared by it. Presently, she wants to wait awhile.
Relationships: Jim Clancy: Melinda's husband, who she has been married to for over a year now. She considers him her soul-mate,her perfect match, the love of her life, Needless to say, the two are very close, and there is a thick chemistry between them. She loves how he can make her smile, laugh, and somehow feel better after a rough day...and ultimately, Jim himself.
Delia Banks: A good friend,Melinda usually bonds with Delia at her Antique shop, where Delia also works ever since Melinda had offered her a job there. Though a bit puzzled by Delia's son, Melinda enjoys her friend's company, although Melinda still hasn't told her about her....'gift'.
Rick Payne: Melinda can never tell whether Rick is a friend,acquaintance, or just a pain-in-the-ass. Most of the times, she tries to keep their conversations very business-related seeing as the professor is an expert in the occult, and can often help her with the spirits she sees. The two often bicker lightly, and often times Melinda is left feeling very annoyed with the whole situation.
Beth Gordon: Beth is Melinda's mother. They've never really gotten along well, especially in Melinda's adult-hood. Honestly, she resents her mother a bit from being so distant and unsupportive of her when she was first struggling with her ability to speak to the dead. Recently, they've become a little closer, but the whole situation is still a little awkward, and Melinda has a habit of avoiding her.
Romano: This is the spirit that refuses to cross over, the one who haunted her for months without any explanation before he crashed a plane right in Grandview and killed over two-hundred people, including Melinda's best friend. What else could she feel except revulsion, anger, and overall fear . Although Romano seems to have disappeared , the ghost still haunts her nightmares, and the possibility of his return hangs over her like a dark cloud.
[Past Relationships]
Andrea Marino[Best Friend], Kyle McCall[Ex-Boyfriend].
Roleplay example:
The night was silent, and the tan, brown sprinkled she-cat didn't intend to break this silence. Her small, elegant paws padded silently against the grassy ground as she crept through the lands. Unlike the brute that waited closer than she thought, the loner was more accustomed to these lands, and knew her way around them by memory. She had lay in the shadows of her barn for hours, deep in thought, but hadn't been able to catch even a wink of sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Annoyed with herself, the femme had decided to take a walk alone under the shining, indigo blanket of the night sky. Perhaps she could better gather her thoughts out here.
A cool breeze blew through the loner lands that lay outside of the WindClan moors. It pricked at her speckled coat, and sent shiver through her spine. The loner known as Samantha suddenly became aware of how alone she was in the vast lands, and tensed as she gained that familiar feeling that she was being watched. She shot her head up quickly, harks flattening against it as her bright opticals narrowed. The stars seemed to stare silently down at her, and she returned them with a glare of defiance. Here was a mystery that, deep inside, haunted every loner that walked these lands. StarClan. Were they really out there? It hardly seemed logical, death was death. But, as Samantha attempted to contemplate all of this, she shook her head. It was beginning to hurt. Who cared, anyway? If there was a StarClan, they certainly didn't care for loners. No, the loners and rogues of these lands fended for themselves, and prided upon it, however hard it made their lives. They did not depend on any Clan or ancestors, and only then could a cat experience true freedom.
With a sigh, Samantha turned away from the celestial view. Whatever her beliefs, she would not challenge the heavens now. Silently, she broke into a fast sprint, bounding silently through the grass as if to get away from...well, everything. Sammy didn't really pay attention to where exactly she was going, but her long limbs carried her toward the lakeside. As she passed through the ferns, her pace slowed, as if she realized how mad she must've looked. Shaking her head slowly, the lithe femme padded through the environ in almost slow motion, her head lowering slightly. The expression in her hazy, hue-changing eyes was unreadable at the moment, for now she felt of mixed emotions. And then, Samantha looked up to see exactly where she had run off to.
The terrain before her was a vast extense of tall grass, and a wide, glassy lake. It's surface was smooth like ice, and although snow stained the grounds, it was not quiet cold enough to be frozen over today. The water reflected the stars and the moon, and Samantha watched it quietly for a moment, her tail swaying steadily behind her. The sight was beautiful, and it took her breath away. Rarely did she find such times to appreciate these things, to appreciate her life these days. It was all work, a constant competition for survival. She sighed. That was life, was it not?
Perhaps a drink of water was what she needed to satisfy her sleepless plight. Samantha gave a tiny shrug, and began padding down the gently sloping bank, and toward the water. At the vast and sparking sight, she had fallen deep into thought. This had become a habit of hers lately, and it was clear by her vacant expression that she was not quite paying attention to the world around her. If she had been, perhaps Samantha would have spotted the smoke-and-moon-washed brute as she embarked toward the glistening lake. But she did not, in fact, although she was perhaps a few fox-lengths away, Samantha didn't even cast a glance at him. As she reached the water's edge, she paused, her glassy amber eyes moving over the surface as if she had not realized that with another step, she might've fallen in. But then, gently, she lowed her head to hover kitten-steps above the glass, her long pearled whiskers skimming the surface just barely. With a sound almost as silent as the coming snowfall, Samantha reached out her small pink tongue, and began to drink. She lapped up the water for a moment, letting it wash refreshingly down her throat. But the substance was chilled by the outside temperature, and it sent a chill through the femme's spine. As if the icy drink had brought her back to reality, Samantha seemed to stir. She blinked, as if coming back to reality, and lifted her head, now face-to-face with her own expression. But, as her chocolate, amber sparked eyes passed over the surface, they widened, fixing upon the brute's form, which she had just now noticed. Slightly alarmed, Samantha leaped away, spinning to face him warily. She stood, hackles on end for a brief moment, surveying the stranger suspiciously. And then, slowly, she began to relax. The masculine scented of rogue. Rogues were slightly more dangerous than loners, yes, but they shared a loner's point of view in many ways, and weren't aligned to the Clans. Samantha thought them trustworthy.
Running her tongue briefly over her ruffled chest fur, the femmoria raised her head to meet the other feline's gaze, her own sparked with a slight, helpless curiosity. Her harks straightened, one of them flicking briefly to the side in an apologetic gesture. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there." She meowed with some embarrassment, her tone friendly enough. Samantha wasn't the type to start a fight if it didn't need to be started, and now was no exception. Hopefully, the brute wasn't feeling particularly hostile today either.
Other: Nope xP.