Amat app
PLAYER
» Journal: nodicehoney
» Birthdate/Age: 31 August 1986
» Characters Played: Bridget, Blackarachnia, Canada, Gogo Yubari
CHARACTER
» Name: Maylene (I'm using this version of the name as it feels more British than the more common 'Mey-Rin')
» Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
» Reference: http://kuroshitsuji.wikia.com/wiki/Mey-Rin
» Canon Point: Just before she is sent to move Sebastian’s body in chapter 45
» Gender: Female to both
» Age: Unknown, but likely early to mid-twenties
» Orientation: SebastianHeterosexual- despite being a sweet and relatively open-minded person, she's also a woman from Victorian-era England, so she's likely very conservative in her views on interpersonal relationships despite the... less than conservative people she lives and works with.
» Personality:
Maylene appears to be a very kind, sweet, if inherently clumsy and easily-distracted sort of girl. Like the rest of the Phantomhive staff (save Sebastian, of course) she seems utterly incapable of completing a task given to her without causing a catastrophe in some manner or another. It may be due to stupidity, or it may simply be that she needs new glasses- as the ones she wears are cracked. She refuses to replace them, however, seeing as they were the first thing her young master ever bought for her. Also, even though he regularly berates her and insults her intelligence, she seems to have something of a crush on Sebastian, as she blushes, stutters and becomes nearly ten times clumsier whenever he's around her. Regardless of her numerous and repetitive failures, however, Maylene doesn't give up, instead simply going about trying her best with every task she's given, no matter how small. And no matter how she's scolded, she always continues on with a smile.
Underneath her normal, clumsy persona however, Maylene hides a personality just as dangerous as the rest of the Phantomhive staff. Though the origins of her talents are unknown, Maylene is a skilled sniper and sharpshooter, and transforms into almost another person when she removes her glasses to use her impressive long-distance eyesight (which is, ironically enough, the result of the aforementioned crack). When she's like this, she's capable of fighting against just about anyone, regardless of odds, simply because she will do what she has to in order to protect her Young Master- no matter how merciless she has to make herself be. Her loyalty to Ciel, like the rest of the Phantomhive servants, is unshakeable, and her loyalty to him is absolute. She appears to be incredibly strong as well- though not to Finnian's degree- as she is able to hold, aim and shoots two sniper rifles at once- one in each hand. All in all, not a woman to be trifled with- though she hides the fact well under her maid persona.
» Appearance: Maylene has bright red hair and brown eyes- and is your typical fair-skinned and relatively well-groomed young British woman. She's most often seen wearing her maid uniform from the Phantomhive estate along with combat boots and a large, round pair of glasses.
» Suitability: N/A
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
--inny? Bard?
[The voice is panicked and rushed, the sounds of rustling cloth and objects being rearranged hurriedly evident. The voice feature has obviously been activated in this young lady’s rush to find something- or get something done.]
C-can either of you hear me? Finnyyyyyy..! Baaaaaaard..?!
[When there’s no reply, there’s more movement and then a squeak followed by the loud thud of someone hitting the ground just before a door is heard opening.]
O-oh, thank goodness, finally someone-w-wait. You’re not one of the young Master’s guests… Who are you?!
[There’s the sound of someone (very clumsily) scrambling to their feet, and a much calmer voice interjects, explaining that the device can answer any questions she may have.]
D-device? What device…? This odd little typewriter? [It’s obvious by the beeping sounds that she’s messing around with the device, pushing buttons at random.] How is a typwritter going to help me figure anything out mi-
[Oops.]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: “A-ahhh…”
Red hair spills across the pristine white sheets in an unruly mess. Thick strands stick to sweat-beaded skin, and the girl in the bed squirms, arches, squirms again. One hand is clutching the sheets beside her hips in a white-knuckle grip- though it’s hard to tell considering how pale she is regardless. The other hand clutches the pillowcase beneath her head, face turning and pressing one flushed cheek against it, breath coming in quick, quiet gasps. She whimpers when she squirms again, head tilting up and back, lips parting to gasp out-
“M-Mister Sebastian…!”
The words seem to jolt her from sleep, as she shoots up into a seated position, hands flying to her chest, pressing over her heart as she pants rapidly to get her breath under control. Once she’s managed that, she leans over her now-bent knees, elbows resting on them as she presses her face into her hands.
“What is wrong with me, dreaming something like that when Mister Sebastian is… is…”
She sniffles into her hands, fingers shifting, sliding through her bangs and curling around them as her sniffles turn into restrained sobs. It won’t do to have anyone hear her, even isolated from the rest of the household as her quarters are- one of the few perks of being the only female on the staff- a semblance of privacy, if and when she needs it. However, the position doesn’t last long- too much bare skin pressed against bare skin where there should be fabric clues her in to the fact that there’s more wrong here than just her dreams, and her head jerks up, eyes wide as she scrambles frantically around her, eyes straining in an attempt to see her glasses. She found them by sheer luck, half-falling off the bed as she reached for them, and jammed them on, looking around her in something like a panic. This isn’t her room- not by a long shot, and before anything else, the only thing that springs to mind is- ‘The young Master! Where is the young Master--?!’- before another, slightly more terrifying thought strikes her as she stares at the bright sunlight and warm breeze coming in through the window.
‘Am I dead?’
She shudders at the thought, wrapping the sheets tightly around her until she notices a familiar bolt of black fabric at the foot of the bed and dives for it immediately. It takes her a few moments to get everything sorted out- underthings, slip, stockings, dress, apron- but as soon as she knows what’s what, she’s pulling it on with almost alarming velocity, some of her earlier clumsiness disappearing in the face of sheer panic.
Why panic? Because now there is a pain in her side that she hadn’t noticed from when she hit the nightstand in her scramble for her eyewear, and she doesn’t think the dead are supposed to feel pain. So that means she’s alive- alive and not anywhere inside the Phantomhive household that she’s ever seen.
So now she has to find out where she is and how to get home-but as she’s headed for the door, her fingers press to her legs through her dress.
Her guns. She doesn’t have her guns. She needs to find them- and perhaps Finnian and Bard, if they’re here as well- after all, why take just her away from the young master? Why not all of them? So as she begins looking through the room, a whirlwind of activity, she starts calling for them, hoping they can hear her and find her before whoever has her recognizes the fact that she’s awake.
And if worse comes to worse… she’ll just have to improvise. After all, as a maid of the Phantomhive family, she should be able to do at least that much.