Melina Ana Jiménez

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Melina Ana Jiménez


Group: Tricksters.
Nickname: Mel.
Age: Seventeen.
student/junior.
Play-By: Catalina LLanes.

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Breathe Melina, Breathe.

Her heart thudded as she darted through the forest near her house, lurching up through her rain soaked shirt as if it was trying to break free. If she got caught she wasn’t quiet sure how upset her parents would be, she had her guesses of course and they were not pretty. Her family was pretty traditional and she had always been the black sheep, constantly pressing the limits and toeing the line. Lost in introspection she was shocked when a warm hand pressed against her back. Spinning, her head turned briskly to see whom it was, deep brown eyes widening as a result and her long black tresses scattering from rest as she spun around.


Melina hadn’t expected the result of that evening. She swore to herself, bringing her arms up to shield her face from the relentless rain, large droplets bouncing off her lithe, long arms in some attempt to create a space of clarity. Her voice was harsh as it got lost in the wind of the evening, and she stomped her foot on the ground, muddled backsplash bouncing up from the ground and splattering across her cheek. A long sigh escaped her lips as her delicate hand reached up to wipe away the muck. Restless, her eyes wandered up the street; she wondered how much longer the bus would take to get here. Shifting the knapsack on her left arm to her right, a feeble attempt to take the strain off her back, she realized the severity of her new situation. Her father had finally kicked her out, disowned her and given her the boot. Remembering the disappointment in her mother’s eyes was the final nail on the coffin. So here she was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for some sort of push in a general direction.


Fate has a funny way of intervening….



Personality: Brash, blunt and outspoken, Melina is the first to speak her mind. Her spirit is fiery and alive with the vigor of youth and light. She tends to be pretty closed minded, rarely conceding to other’s point, whether valid or not. Often she does amuse herself by making others squirm, cornering them in situations just to see their reactions. She is oddly selfish and egotistic; her words filled with cryptic banter fuel her towards seeing things, as she wants to see them. Discovering her ability at a young age but sharing the secret with none, created a product of a young girl lost in her own introspections and perception. Her motives are not always good, and she always desires to be in control of everything.

Ability:
Create illusions, Phobia Exploitation being her favorite variety

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Name: Kay.
Slight Obsession with Rping: 5+ years.