Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Nov 20, 2024 15:50:33 GMT -5
"Well perhaps we'll cross paths again at some point in the future. According to the crew's reconnaissance, this particular island isn't very large, so I doubt there will be anything of interest to me here. We'll embark again after resupplying, and assuming we find a larger landmass, I'll disembark there to go ruin hunting."
The implication of her words was that she would be doing this alone, and that was correct. None of the crew would be interested in accompanying her, and she could take care of herself. Admittedly, it got a little lonely sometimes, but she would get over it. She always did. She stuffed the final bite of her dinner into her mouth, pushed her plate away as she chewed, and settled in her chair to look at him as they conversed.
"Is your yacht near here?"
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