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[melantha]

[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]The sound of a voice being whipped around by the wind captured her attention, and she searched intently through the blinding whiteness for the source. Finally, she found it. They looked masculine in figure - a man, she assumed - and it looked as if he was carrying rabbits? A hunter, maybe? Melantha waved back to signal that she saw him before moving towards him, palms facing outward to show she was unarmed. Well, she carried weapons on her, but there was no intent to harm the stranger. "Are you from Flintlock?" she asked once she got closer, voice raised to shout above the whistling wind. From this distance she could see he had dark hair, and there was an authoritative air about him. "My name is Mel. I was, uh, I was hoping to get out of the cold." The woman offered him a faint smile, wary of unknown people but the desire to get out of the snow overriding her distrust.

GENERAL
○ Melantha Faber | Goes by "Mel" | Isn't fond of nicknames unless she likes you
○ 22 years old | Born June 24th | Jacky x "Cat" Faber | No living relatives
○ Bisexual biromantic | single; not actively searching | ½ of Russhantha

APPEARANCE - CLICK + CLICK
○ Of Native American and African-American descent | lots of freckles | pale olive/green eyes
○ Has a very immaculate appearance, save for her wild curls which never seem to cooperate
○ 5'3" | Small and curvy build | Muscular due to rigorous athletic training
○ Is not fond of the cold, so she typically wears more layers than everyone else; favors thick woolen sweaters and thermal undershirts, rarely seen without her gloves
○ There is a faint scar on her lip and a few scattered on her cheeks and forehead

PERSONALITY
○ Introverted and uncomfortable around strangers | does not say much unless necessary
○ Distances herself from others | Afraid to make relationships for fear of abandonment
○ Struggles with depressive tendencies and will often seek high ground when these particular moods come around
○ Very loyal to those she trusts | A devoted friend and lover | Also a very good listener
○ Family is the most important thing in her life, but most of hers is gone now so she carries around photos and trinkets so to remember them by
○ Can be very territorial about friends and possessions | Extremely stubborn
○ Jealous of those who still have family or still show the capacity to trust in this new world
○ Reacts to anger and pain by shutting down and isolating herself

[ashen]

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[melantha]

[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]Puffs of warm air streamed from chapped lips like a a steam engine. "Fuck this shit," muttered the slight figure to herself as she trudged up the mountain to where a safe resting place was rumored to be located. The woman was clearly unhappy with her present situation: lips twisted into a grimace and thick brows furrowed in annoyed determination; her back ached from carrying her pack through the snowy wilderness, and she lost feeling of her toes about two hours back. She is not fond of the cold temperatures, and from the deep tan on her freckled cheeks, one could assume that she spent most of her time beneath direct sunlight. The woman missed her desert home, reminisced the sweltering summer days and the rugged terrain, but it was not safe there anymore. After the Blackout, it became difficult to make a decent life in such an extreme area, however, it was the arrival of rogue bands that forced her from her homeland. They killed her neighbors, destroyed  their homes; and now here she was chasing after the ghost of her father. He had disappeared long before the raiders ever attacked, only mentioning that he was heading north. God forbid she lost her last remaining relative, so despite her immense hatred for below-zero living, here she was, hiking up a big ass mountain for the sake of family.

Pale green eyes narrowed against the elements, trying to discern any sign of human life from the blinding white terrain. Hopefully somebody would find her soon (someone who did not plan on killing her, preferably). She crossed her arms over her torso, a violent shiver attacking her whole body. She could not bear to be out her much longer - she needed to rest soon.

[ashen]

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