Bio
.the mundane;
» Name: Thirteen
» Age: 24
» Contact: AIM or Email
.the myth;
» Pantheon: Greek
» God(dess): Melpomene - Muse of Tregedy
» Reference: Here
» Family: {mother & father} Zeus and Mnemosyne; {spouse} N/a, {siblings} Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Terpsichore, Erato, Thalia, Polyhymnia, and Urania.
» Played By: Nina Dobrev
» Human Alias: Melody Ames
» Human Age: 20
» Ability: People instinctively open up to her and often feel a sense of sorrow around her.
» Occupation: Theater Major with a focus in play-writing, Living off of inheritance.
» History: Once known as the Muse of Singing, Melpomene became better known for her inspirations of Tragedy. Her name was derived from words meaning "to celebrate with dance and song." She is often represented with a tragic mask or wearing the cothurnus, boots worn by tragic actors. She is also depicted holding a knife or club in one hand and the tragic mask in the other, and wearing a crown of cypress.
» Reincarnations:
In the mid 1500s, born Anne Mary Whatley, she was born into a rich family that was filled with drama. Being the youngest of 6 siblings she was always pushed aside so that others could handle any problem. Her favoured brother left home at a young age to go fulfill his need to be an actor- something that was frowned upon by their parents and was the reason for him being cut out of the will. Anne, however, would send her brother money whenever he needed it and often would sneak away to London to watch her brother perform with the Lord Chamberlain's Men. She would stay with her brother, have dinners with his fellow actors and once got to watch as Shakespeare himself suddenly began one of his plays.
In the late 1800s Mel was born in Switzerland. Her mother died when she was eleven and was sent to live with her elder sister. In the early 1900s she became the personal maid for a young Singer in France. She enjoyed her job as the lady treated her fairly and allowed her to watch her practice. But in 1912 they took the most disastrous trip across the ocean ending in the loss of her Lady's lover and financier. As they watched the Titanic sink into the ocean, she wrapped her arm around her friend and employer and comforted her. They didn't live long in the United States but instead traveled back to France where she left her friend and went back home. She lived through WWII and witnessed the world go to hell. The entire time, she told her stories but lived a quiet life owning a small business with her Husband. She died of old age in 1964.
In this latest incarnation, she was born Melody Ames, daughter to Richard and Trisha Ames, born and raised in London. Her father's family had a lot of money which was left to her by default when her parents died in a tragic car accident. Her life had been good, full of only good memories up until then. But as she was young when the accident happened, she was passed from home to home of distant relatives who had no technical claim to her inheritance but wanted to figure out ways to get their hands on it. When she was 16 she emancipated herself and bought her own apartment to live in. After her senior year, she immediately went off to college in the states, but only recently transferred to NYU.
» Personality:
Mel has a darker, more accepting personality. She has a deep need to understand the world around her as she sees beauty in death and the darker aspects of the mind. Knowing the bad of the past helps her recognize what good could be out there. Inquisitive by nature, Mel is more of an observer than a person who comes out directly and asks many questions. She'd rather find her own way to answering her questions by making observations and theories.
She likes peace and quiet, and being alone. More times than not she can be very internalized, not exactly willing to share as much as others share with her. She has done soul-searching ever since she was young, but as much as it has helped her understand the motives of others, she has a hard time fully communicating her own personal feelings. She believes no one would really understand them anyhow. Instead she tends to communicate how she feels within the songs she listens to or sings. To her a song can say so much more than mere spoken words. There is no misinterpreting the mood of a song; the melodies adding to the meaning behind the lyrics.
As internalized as she is, Mel does truly enjoy life. Most would call her macabre or refer to her as having a dark sense of humour, but she sees it as finding joy within things people are just afraid to find joy amongst. When she allows others to get close to her she shows that she is actually romantic, creative, gentle, and adaptable, she naturally expresses the qualities of the mysterious and dreamy. She is very giving and generous, but may be a little on the submissive side failing to take the initiative when situations call for it. As much as she is curious about things, she's not looking to be a leader, just an observer. All the things she finds out are for her to use at a later date instead of immediately and usually by way of informing someone who would use the knowledge.
Her true friends are few, but her acquaintances are many. Like most people sometimes you find people you just sort of fall in step with. Often this is how she finally let's people into her life. If they are open and honest people- and usually a little mentally unstable or macabre- she finds comradery amongst them.
» Journal:
» Sample Journal:
I once heard the quote, "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." I think more people should have that insight. It's not the night to be feared, it's not darkness in nature; even darkness in humanity shouldn't be feared. The darkest moments in life can inspire us to be better people. We cannot and should not hide from them but embrace them for those are the moments that truly make who we are.
» Sample Roleplay:
The cafe smelled heavily of roasted coffee with a tinge of vanilla. Leaning her head back against the wall, Mel stared out the window. She enjoyed people watching, making her favourite place cafes and restaurants with outdoor seating. New York was good with that. Golden beams of sunlight peaked every now and then through the cloudy sky above. iPod music in her ears, she had her laptop and a notebook spread out in front of her, both items partially written on but left in an unfinished thought. Mel didn't feel like writing her paper for her theater history class, all she wanted to do was to lose herself in her thoughts and observations.
She always felt like an outsider amongst the public, like she was ghost watching time unwind before her. Any eyes that may fall on her tended to go unnoticed and flirtation went over her head. Melody wondered just how many ghosts were out there amongst the crowds. How many people’s lives were touched by death or accidents or pain or lost hope? Every smiling face that passed held those moments. Did they pretend to be happy? Was that smiling face actually just an upside-down frown? And why was it that people seemed to believe that things were black and white? A smile meant happy, a frown meant sad, when really a smile only existed because of the hurt and anguish to relate it to.
As she watched out the window, a young couple stopped in front of the bookstore across the way. They argued with such passion as if there was nothing else in the world left but the fear, hate and anger inside of them. The man grabbed the woman’s arms but she pushed away and crossed the busy street. A taxi rushed through a changing yellow light just as the man stepped out into the street and struck him. Melody flinched, before shoving her things into her bag and running out to the scene of the accident. The woman cried out and tried to rush back out into the street as another car rushed around the stopped car. Mel grabbed her by the waste and stopped her just in time. The woman collapsed in Mel’s arms sobbing and all Mel could do was hug her as if she had known her her entire life. Melody knew that this day would mark the beginning of the woman recognizing that the small arguments aren’t worth it.
» Name: Thirteen
» Age: 24
» Contact: AIM or Email
.the myth;
» Pantheon: Greek
» God(dess): Melpomene - Muse of Tregedy
» Reference: Here
» Family: {mother & father} Zeus and Mnemosyne; {spouse} N/a, {siblings} Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Terpsichore, Erato, Thalia, Polyhymnia, and Urania.
» Played By: Nina Dobrev
» Human Alias: Melody Ames
» Human Age: 20
» Ability: People instinctively open up to her and often feel a sense of sorrow around her.
» Occupation: Theater Major with a focus in play-writing, Living off of inheritance.
» History: Once known as the Muse of Singing, Melpomene became better known for her inspirations of Tragedy. Her name was derived from words meaning "to celebrate with dance and song." She is often represented with a tragic mask or wearing the cothurnus, boots worn by tragic actors. She is also depicted holding a knife or club in one hand and the tragic mask in the other, and wearing a crown of cypress.
» Reincarnations:
In the mid 1500s, born Anne Mary Whatley, she was born into a rich family that was filled with drama. Being the youngest of 6 siblings she was always pushed aside so that others could handle any problem. Her favoured brother left home at a young age to go fulfill his need to be an actor- something that was frowned upon by their parents and was the reason for him being cut out of the will. Anne, however, would send her brother money whenever he needed it and often would sneak away to London to watch her brother perform with the Lord Chamberlain's Men. She would stay with her brother, have dinners with his fellow actors and once got to watch as Shakespeare himself suddenly began one of his plays.
In the late 1800s Mel was born in Switzerland. Her mother died when she was eleven and was sent to live with her elder sister. In the early 1900s she became the personal maid for a young Singer in France. She enjoyed her job as the lady treated her fairly and allowed her to watch her practice. But in 1912 they took the most disastrous trip across the ocean ending in the loss of her Lady's lover and financier. As they watched the Titanic sink into the ocean, she wrapped her arm around her friend and employer and comforted her. They didn't live long in the United States but instead traveled back to France where she left her friend and went back home. She lived through WWII and witnessed the world go to hell. The entire time, she told her stories but lived a quiet life owning a small business with her Husband. She died of old age in 1964.
In this latest incarnation, she was born Melody Ames, daughter to Richard and Trisha Ames, born and raised in London. Her father's family had a lot of money which was left to her by default when her parents died in a tragic car accident. Her life had been good, full of only good memories up until then. But as she was young when the accident happened, she was passed from home to home of distant relatives who had no technical claim to her inheritance but wanted to figure out ways to get their hands on it. When she was 16 she emancipated herself and bought her own apartment to live in. After her senior year, she immediately went off to college in the states, but only recently transferred to NYU.
» Personality:
Mel has a darker, more accepting personality. She has a deep need to understand the world around her as she sees beauty in death and the darker aspects of the mind. Knowing the bad of the past helps her recognize what good could be out there. Inquisitive by nature, Mel is more of an observer than a person who comes out directly and asks many questions. She'd rather find her own way to answering her questions by making observations and theories.
She likes peace and quiet, and being alone. More times than not she can be very internalized, not exactly willing to share as much as others share with her. She has done soul-searching ever since she was young, but as much as it has helped her understand the motives of others, she has a hard time fully communicating her own personal feelings. She believes no one would really understand them anyhow. Instead she tends to communicate how she feels within the songs she listens to or sings. To her a song can say so much more than mere spoken words. There is no misinterpreting the mood of a song; the melodies adding to the meaning behind the lyrics.
As internalized as she is, Mel does truly enjoy life. Most would call her macabre or refer to her as having a dark sense of humour, but she sees it as finding joy within things people are just afraid to find joy amongst. When she allows others to get close to her she shows that she is actually romantic, creative, gentle, and adaptable, she naturally expresses the qualities of the mysterious and dreamy. She is very giving and generous, but may be a little on the submissive side failing to take the initiative when situations call for it. As much as she is curious about things, she's not looking to be a leader, just an observer. All the things she finds out are for her to use at a later date instead of immediately and usually by way of informing someone who would use the knowledge.
Her true friends are few, but her acquaintances are many. Like most people sometimes you find people you just sort of fall in step with. Often this is how she finally let's people into her life. If they are open and honest people- and usually a little mentally unstable or macabre- she finds comradery amongst them.
» Journal:
» Sample Journal:
I once heard the quote, "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." I think more people should have that insight. It's not the night to be feared, it's not darkness in nature; even darkness in humanity shouldn't be feared. The darkest moments in life can inspire us to be better people. We cannot and should not hide from them but embrace them for those are the moments that truly make who we are.
» Sample Roleplay:
The cafe smelled heavily of roasted coffee with a tinge of vanilla. Leaning her head back against the wall, Mel stared out the window. She enjoyed people watching, making her favourite place cafes and restaurants with outdoor seating. New York was good with that. Golden beams of sunlight peaked every now and then through the cloudy sky above. iPod music in her ears, she had her laptop and a notebook spread out in front of her, both items partially written on but left in an unfinished thought. Mel didn't feel like writing her paper for her theater history class, all she wanted to do was to lose herself in her thoughts and observations.
She always felt like an outsider amongst the public, like she was ghost watching time unwind before her. Any eyes that may fall on her tended to go unnoticed and flirtation went over her head. Melody wondered just how many ghosts were out there amongst the crowds. How many people’s lives were touched by death or accidents or pain or lost hope? Every smiling face that passed held those moments. Did they pretend to be happy? Was that smiling face actually just an upside-down frown? And why was it that people seemed to believe that things were black and white? A smile meant happy, a frown meant sad, when really a smile only existed because of the hurt and anguish to relate it to.
As she watched out the window, a young couple stopped in front of the bookstore across the way. They argued with such passion as if there was nothing else in the world left but the fear, hate and anger inside of them. The man grabbed the woman’s arms but she pushed away and crossed the busy street. A taxi rushed through a changing yellow light just as the man stepped out into the street and struck him. Melody flinched, before shoving her things into her bag and running out to the scene of the accident. The woman cried out and tried to rush back out into the street as another car rushed around the stopped car. Mel grabbed her by the waste and stopped her just in time. The woman collapsed in Mel’s arms sobbing and all Mel could do was hug her as if she had known her her entire life. Melody knew that this day would mark the beginning of the woman recognizing that the small arguments aren’t worth it.