OLSEN, MELODY RAE

[MELODY RAE OLSEN]

&&. PLAYER INFORMATION:

Nickname:

: Lindz
Gender:: Female
Contact Information:: AIM: ALineInASongxx
Years RPing:: 10ish
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER BASICS[/b]:

Character Name:

: MELODY RAE OLSEN
Nickname:: call me RAE, never Melody, Mel, etc.
Birthday ;; Age:: February 29;; 18
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Bisexual
Ethnicity:: german x spanish x asian x ethiopian x probably other stuff
Persona:: Audrey Kitching
Animal Shift:: Crab
Residence:: Dorm
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER APPEARANCE[/b]:

Height:

: 5ft 7in
Weight:: 120lbs
Body Type:: very lean
Skin Tone:: light/pale
Hair Color:: usually pink, but changes occasionally
Eye Color:: actually hazel, but wears colored contacts
Other:: nose and ears pierced, may get more; several tattoos, you just have to find them
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER MENTALITY[/b]:

Personality:

:

So you want to know about me? About who I am, what I like, and why I do the things that I do? One question - why? Why on earth would anyone want to learn about a fucked up girl like myself, one who had to leave her entire life behind because of some shitty accident? Yet you insist I continue, you insist I babble on about meaningless information that you will forget anyway, information that is easier remembered by experiencing me yourself, rather than just a simple narrative. Well, I’m Rae…not Melody - I have no clue why my mother named me that - so if I ever hear that name uttered from your mouth, be prepared to never let your guard down, cause I’ll be on your back in no time. I don’t take shit from anyone, so if you give it, you better be prepared to take it right back. Only my friends are allowed to address me in the way I address others, and let me tell you, it takes a hell of a lot to become what I consider a ‘friend.’ And, for the record, just because I sleep with you does not mean that you would fall into that category. Now, don’t get me wrong…I may seem as though I’m always pissed, or always trying to pick a fight, but I do have my up sides. I enjoy having fun, though my definition of fun may be different than your own, and I’m not like some emo dipshit who ‘doesn’t like to smile’ and is all ‘o-m-g I’m going to slit my wrists! Feel sorry for me!’ Yeah…not me…I am my own person, and I don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me or trying to ‘cheer me up’, because, in reality, the way I am is just the way I choose to be. If you don’t like it, then that’s your loss, not mine.

Likes:: pink; modeling; cussing; accessories; shopping; being unique; beautiful people; music
Dislikes:: ugly people; when people try to fit in; most guys; crabs; straight girls; shifting; her family; being below anyone else
Strengths:: beautiful, or at least thinks she is; mentally strong and intelligent; has a big personality in a small package
Weaknesses:: quick to anger; cannot control her shift; will always speak her mind, even if not appropriate
Fears:: never being able to control her shift; being stuck in this place forever; being looked down upon
[/blockquote]&&. WELCOME TO THE VARIEL ACADEMY![/b]:
Introduction::

So I was born normal…and I don’t just mean not a shifter, I mean…I was a normal little girl. I liked being sweet and cute, I did what I was supposed to do, I respected my elders…I was normal. My transformation into what I am now happened gradually, starting around my thirteenth birthday. Mom thought that a modeling shoot would be a good birthday present, and while I disagreed at first, the experience soon changed my life. It was actually funny - my mom was expecting the place to dress me up all princess-like, you know how moms are, but they took a different route. I had never had so much makeup on my face, and I had never worn so little in front of people. My mom freaked, but I argued with her until she gave up, and she let me finish up the shoot. After that, I was a model, and forever would be.

At first, I just did a few modeling gigs for extra cash - they were small, for products that no one had ever heard of. But at fifteen, I guess my ‘adult beauty’ finally started coming through, and the job offers came flowing in. My name was everywhere, and I saw myself daily on TV and in magazines. I adored the attention, I adored being in the spotlight, and I adored showing off my body.

But, I have to say, my biggest photoshoot (and most important) came as yet another birthday present, this time, on my eighteenth birthday. This shoot was special - it was for me - focusing on me and only me. There were no products that needed to be shown off, no other people to pay attention to, it was just -me-. The photos were going in the first issue of a brand new magazine, filled with wild styles and flashy clothing ideas, a magazine that I was the sole model for. It was my big break, and nothing could go wrong.

Unfortunately for me, something did go wrong. You see, it was a rather strange shoot, ending with me in a bathtub full of purple water, with only a small bathing suit on. I actually didn’t know what was happening, and was pretty comfortable until they brought in a big red bucket. The smell of something fishy drifted into my nose, and almost made me gag. Crabs, they said. Crabs? Why on earth was I taking pictures with crabs? Dead crabs? And I thought the first surprise had been bad enough. But, though I bitched throughout the whole ordeal, I still did the shoot - just because I didn’t like it didn’t mean it wouldn’t look good. So, I got in the tub, and they placed about half a dozen crabs on various parts of my body. It was pretty gross, since I didn’t really like crabs in the first place, but I got through it, and started picking the dead things off of me so I could get out of the tub. But wait, there was one more surprise in store for me…this time, a crab that was still alive. I was a bit more hesitant to complete this part of the shoot, mainly because the crab had giant claws on the front of it. The man who had brought in the crabs understood how I felt, and took a bit of time to show me how to hold it so that it could not pinch me.

So that was it, easy right? I was just supposed to hold the crab just out of reach of my face, and pretend like I was going to kiss it - weird, but do-able. And there I was, sitting in the discolored water with a crab wiggling just inches from my face, its beady black eyes staring at me like black holes. The cameras flashed, and at that moment, the crab moved its entire body suddenly, causing me to jump a bit. The slippery crab glided out of my grasp, falling right into my lap. Before I even knew what happened, a sharp pain shot along my abdomen - the fucking thing had pinched me! I stood up in shock, the red being clung to the skin of my stomach, dangling there without thought of release. Instinctively, I swung my hand at the crab, knocking it loose but causing it to take some of my precious skin with it. A bit of crimson blood dripped off of me, falling down towards the purple water.

At that point, it was if the world was going in slow motion. I could see the drop of blood falling, but it seemed bigger, and I seemed to be falling with it. A small splash erupted from in the tub, and my body was submerged in the cool liquid. I quickly tried to escape from the water’s drowning grasp, but I could not seem to push myself out of the water. But then, I felt relief, I could breathe underwater. I looked up at the world around me and saw the terrified faces above me, yet I felt strangely comfortable. It was then that I managed to hear a muffled voice through the water, speaking three words that I will never forget…“She’s a crab!”

So that’s my life, and you can assume from here how I wound up here at this awful place. Of course, everyone freaked, and my mom was forced to bring me here. No, I wouldn’t even say forced…she wanted to bring me here, she wanted to get rid of me. This stupid shift ruined my life, and took me away from everything I loved, and everyone who loved me. So now, I have to deal, and figure out a way to get back into normal society…I am NOT staying here for the rest of my life.

Animal Shift::

Why on earth did I get stuck with the most awful shift in the world? Why couldn’t I be an elegant panther or a rough-n-tough bear that could kick everyone’s ass? I mean…come on…what can a crab really do? Pinch you if you get too close? HAH! Its easier for me to get crushed by someone’s gross feet than for me to do any damage. And what sucks even more is that I can’t even control when I become the stupid little creature - it just…happens…and I just have to wait until I randomly turn back. So usually, I’ll just sit around and do nothing until I return to my normal self, what else can I do? What fun has a crab ever had? Oh, and just because I turn into a crab does not mean I’m crabby!….ok, maybe a little….ok, maybe a little more when I actually am a crab - turning into an animal that has no point on this earth is kindof a bummer, so it is very irritating. But other than that, I’m pretty much the same as I am in my human form, personality wise that is. I just still really wish that I could control this god-awful shifting crap, then I could just pretend I’m normal, and never shift, and get out of this wretched place and go home…if home still wants me. Again, really, what can a crab do? Ok, maybe I can turn little and wiggle my way in between two rocks to get away from someone? Submerge myself underwater for hours, even if its saltwater? Oh yeah…and get eaten. How fun life could be! Not.

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