OOC: Stats

Oct. 25th, 2030 06:57 pm
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, angry, shouting, and wielding a gun (killed by the swinging baton)
NAME ♭ Snap // Melody // Alize
AGE ♭ Appears in her late teens or very early twenties. Unknown actual age.
TEAMCitrine

HEIGHT/BUILD ♭ About 5'3" or 4", with a skinny, athletic, tomboyish build
HAIR/EYE COLOUR ♭ Auburn hair, violet eyes
NOTABLE TRAITS ♭ Always wears her hair up in pigtails when she has the ties for them. She's also lame, paralyzed below the hips, with very faint scars patterned all the way up her limbs. They look oddly like a spiral of squashed music notes.

Her paralyzation is currently being counteracted by a mechanical leg reinforcement system implanted by Automaton. It looks like an intricate, steampunk version of a full leg brace, but rather than belting over cuffs, the bands and parts are embedded directly into her legs. This machinery enables her to have full (if imprecise) range of movement and somewhat stronger leg strength than average.

OTHER ♭ Is a natural singer and has a very strong, rich voice. Also has a stupidly quick temper.

Quests

Gifts for teammates - Make five wreaths using sunflower petals and whatever else she likes. Bonus stuff for getting teammates to wear them after. Taken from [personal profile] shedsfear. Issuing

Leg reinforcement machinery - Travel from one cabin to another at dawn or dusk, wearing a blindfold. Bring teammates to help carry her. Taken from Automaton. Issuing . Execution . Reward

Day In The Life Of info )
dressedinmelody: (a scream from the soul baby)
Significant Positive: Rock, punk, ska, and metal music. )
dressedinmelody: (# hearing the ultimate angelic lullaby)
Significant Negative: Coming back to the orphanage to find Eyguebelle slaughtered everyone. )
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, blushing and covering her head (something came out)
So Alize has finally cracked 1000 comments, which means it's probably time for a Q&A session! LAY IT ON ME though I will probably be slow because lol life and oh god all the Citrine dysfunction requires essays of exposition
dressedinmelody: (no; that's not the reason)
Trivial Negative: A snippet from After the War of Words. )
dressedinmelody: (for special concerts like this)
Mundane Skill: Solo singing. )

56

Aug. 12th, 2009 12:24 am
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, tilting her head to one side and looking puzzled (yeah abduction!)
Hey Kaito, have you ever heard of Cyril Takayama?

And we're going to Bali next time we go on vacation, okay Saguru?


((Reference~))
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (if you don't)
[It's a dark, echoing place. There are confusing patches of light, like dim, distant windows, and you feel like it must be a building, that there must be walls somewhere, but at the same time the darkness stretches on so far as to feel infinite.

There is a feeling of being alone. And small.

And threatened.

But you have to go on, have to keep moving. There's no telling what will happen if you stay still. )
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (hearing the ultimate angelic lullaby)
[sounds very definitely stressed, and worried, and angry]

Aoko, it's me. Where's your dad right now?
dressedinmelody: (had no other choice)
Alize gripped the wheels of her chair a little tighter than necessary as she made her way up to Kaito's front door. Much as she wanted to know what the story was behind his being Kaitou Kid, and much as she knew that there was no way in hell he could explain that at Hakuba's, she hadn't really wanted to come out here. She'd deliberately been avoiding going out into public ever since the others had brought her back from Merry Widow. She still didn't trust herself, even around her friends, and the possibility that her 'ability' might go off in a crowded public place terrified her to the bone.

She didn't want to be another Widow maker. She didn't want to prove that Eyguebelle might have been right to do what he did. She didn't want to find out that that -- that bomb would go off every time she was angry.

She didn't want to make Hakuba and the others sorry that they'd brought her back to the only home she'd known in a long while.

In her mind, that had originally equated to running away to a place where none of those things could happen -- because in Merry Widow they'd already happened and there wasn't anything left to destroy. But that plan had failed, and she knew her surrogate family wouldn't let her take off a second time. What was more, she didn't have anywhere left to hide. There were a few more abandoned cities on her world that she knew of, but she didn't know the territory or the gangs of any of them, and she was under no illusions that she could survive in such a place without that knowledge. For better or for worse, she was stuck in Ekoda, and as long as that was the case, she was minimizing her human contact as much as possible.

She didn't want to hurt another friend like she'd hurt Haruhi.

Kaito didn't seem to get that. He kept pushing her into going to public places, seeing friends, when she couldn't even get him to admit that she'd killed people. Innocent people, not just akuma. She didn't know if he was in denial, or whether he honestly didn't know that it was true. With Kaito, either was equally possible.

The singer took a shaky breath of cold, damp, early-April air.

She wasn't even sure if Hakuba knew it was true. Doyle had video proof, she was sure of it, but he was smart enough to argue with his creator. He could have kept the information from Hakuba if he wanted to. Then again, if Hakuba did know, could he keep the information from the police?

She wasn't sure she wanted to know. And she was too afraid to ask.

In any case, part of the reason she'd agreed to come was because she was intent on drilling the fact that she was dangerous through Kaito's thick skull. At least Hakuba was smart enough to get out of the way if -- when -- she went crazy. Doyle could be rebuilt, if it came right down to it. But Kaito and Haruhi?

Alize shuddered. She'd already seen a small example of what she could do to them. She didn't want a bigger one. She needed to know they'd run if it happened again, if only for her peace of mind.

Wheeling right up to the porch, she got out of her chair and sat on the top step while she easily lifted the whole thing up over the stairs. Building back up to her old arm strength had been easy once she got over the initial 'hill', and she was back to her habit of bringing her light, foldable chair to people's houses so that she could get around stairs if she needed to. It was slow and awkward to have to keep getting in and out of her chair to get up or around things, but it was better than being stuck entirely.

Alize heaved herself back into the seat and rolled up to the front door, ringing the bell.
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, neutrally describing something. (Default)
[Somewhere deep, deep in the crumbled, abandoned remains of what was once the slums of Merry Widow, past a half-collapsed armory containing the charred and broken bits of disturbing weapons from a bygone era, there is a rickety old house surrounded by a high wire fence. Perhaps once warm and welcoming, the building now holds all the nostalgia of a bombed-out schoolhouse in a forbidden and forgotten war zone.

A hole has been cut in the chain link fence, just large enough for a person to pass through. Beyond it, the entire wall of the building has been taken out, and the inside is rank with mildew and mist. Rotting books, pictures, wallpaper, and less identifiable substances have seeped into the surroundings, left to decompose where they fell years ago, the sad reminders of a life ended tragically quick. Even the bandits (shady, violent criminals that have made a territory of the remains of the city) and the vagabonds (dusty, homeless wanderers with sticky fingers who hide in the cracks) have left this area well enough alone. It's too dilapidated to safely worldhop straight in, and too far into the ruins to be reached by car or mount. It seems impossible that a wheelchair might have come this way, but if one carefully examines the dusty ground between the jagged chunks of concrete, tire tracks (and deeper dragging tracks) are faintly visible.

There are more tracks inside the house, criss-crossing the filthy floor and the even more filthy remains of old carpets. There are signs that the stairs have been used as well -- not as recently as the tracks, but sometime after the house fell into disrepair. A year or so ago, perhaps? The door at the top of the stairs hangs drunkenly half-on, half-off its hinges, and the massive, echoing room beyond is dark and in complete shambles. The rest of the building is hardly any brighter, half-buried as it is in the debris of the surrounding city. The depressing shades of gray give it the feeling of being frozen forever in some terrible moment in time, sealed off from the outside world of the living. And for a place that was once so filled with music, it is now stuffed to the seams with deadened silence.

It can't possibly be healthy to live here.

For all intents and purposes, nobody's home, and nobody has been for a while. But under the grime, some of the water bottles and garbage look newer than the rest, and there's plenty of nooks and crannies in the former music academy that are large enough to hide a person...]

55

Feb. 23rd, 2009 07:50 pm
dressedinmelody: (become the final trigger)
i can't

i didn't

I

What happened?! it shouldn't have-- it was just a trigger! It wasn't supposed to

there was no weapon

I'm not a weapon I'm a trigger and it shouldn't have worked without the weapon

All those people

no

THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!!!!



((Good luck trying to get a coherent answer out of her, guys. She'll go progressively crazier for a bit and then take off somewhere where she hopes she won't be a danger to anyone. Hakuba, she'll be stealing your car (and yes, she'll find a way to work the pedals). She'll leave a note saying she left it with Stir in Zaza so that it doesn't get stolen.

Also, she's under the impression that she killed way more people than she actually did.))
dressedinmelody: (had no other choice)
There's akuma here!! I thought the Earl didn't know about this place!! Why are they showing up now?!


((Yeah, those living near Alize will find her acting fairly paranoid. She knows exactly what these things can do. :<))

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Jan. 30th, 2009 10:50 am
dressedinmelody: headshot of Alize from King of Bandits: Jing, smiling and winking mischievously (yup!)
I couldn't resist. APPARENTLY DEMYX IS STILL THE REIGNING CHAMPION.

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