Melanie Fleischer

[littledos]

TECHNICAL

Username: LittleDO’S
Character Text Color:
Green – 32BB00
Cherub – B00023
Profile Type: Student

THE BASICS

Name: Melanie Fleischer
Nicknames: None that have stuck
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 27/8/1997
Current Age: 12
Western Zodiac: Aries
Place of Birth: Germany
Nationality: German

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Appearance: Melanie while small is around the same height of other girls her age. She has dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep but this is well hidden with a pair of thick glasses, her eyes themselves have a dark red colour. While other girls around her are starting to develop breasts Melanie remains flat chested.
She has short brown hair cut off at the shoulders where they start to curl, she often wears black or red silk ribbons tied in neat bows. She is of average frame but not athletically built, however everything about her screams neat and organised, from her neatly cut short nails to her perfectionist style of dressing.
Melanie sports a lot of scars mostly on her arms and some on her chest that she covers with long sleeves. However the scars on her hands are harder to hide.

Clothing Style: When she is not in uniform Melanie often wears skirts that will more often than not reach right down to the floor to go with this she often puts on corsets and long sleeve open jumpers made of thin materials. While she does have a wide variety of colours to choose from almost all of her clothes were gifts from her mother who had an obsession with the colour black. Being the powerful woman she was the clothing that Melanie wears are all handmade and very expensive.
She has lately however found a fondness for overall and long sleeve shirt combos, as she finds the pocket at the front cute and useful.

Special Accessories: Melanie has a young follower who at time may be considered an accessory due to his attachment to sitting on her shoulders or head. This accessory is Cherub the black cat who shares her eye colour.
Because Cherub smokes she also carries around a packet of cigarettes and a lighter which Cherub seems to acquire himself whenever he goes walkabouts. Having only paws however Melanie has to hold the cigarette to his lips and hold it for him when he is between puffs this can often get her into trouble.

PERSONALLY

Over-all Personality: Melanie is a extremely shy girl who finds it hard to connect with anyone. Her personality makes it very easy for anyone to manipulate her due to her willingness to do anything people tell her even if she knows it’s wrong she is simply too scared to say no. Cherub often takes advantage of this and whispers into her ears the things he wants her to do.
She has an almost sexual attraction to blood, not that she is old enough to know too much about sex yet, however the smell of blood not only comforts her but makes her feel good even excited, this includes the smell and feel of her own blood but she has never resorted to injuring herself for no reason. Because of this she thinks she is a horrible person, even though she has never done anything to hurt another living soul. She is also afraid of her own powers and her lack of ability to control them, however when backed against a wall her fear of death takes over and she simply does whatever she needs to too live.
Melanie has a huge pain threshold, things like being burned with a cigarette would not even make her flinch, the scars covering her body are evidence of a great deal of torture she went through which her body eventually adapted to. Cherubs’ smoking has made her interested in cigarettes but she has always been too worried about trying them.

Cherubs’ personality is quite different, he is abusive both physically and verbally to Melanie, he takes great care in making sure that Melanie is the only one to hear him talk and only ever speaks in German though it is obvious he understands a great many languages. He is also a major skirt chaser though being a cat is about the biggest cock blocker there is. He often yells at Melanie for not being attractive and big breasted like older women. Knowing that Melanie needs him not only to control her powers but also be her only friend, he never holds back on his abuse.

Likes:
 The smell and feel of blood
 Cherub
 Her dresses
 A small blood soaked note left by her mother.
 Coffee


Dislikes:
 Speaking languages other than German
 Being yelled at
 Church

Fears:
 Soldiers
 Dying
 Being stuck in a room
 Her powers

Habits:
 Saying sorry all the time
 Spending hours in coffee shops
 Clothes shopping

Sense of Humor:
Melanie doesn’t really have one she can’t really remember the last time she laughed.

Goals:
Get her powers under control and become brave.

SCHOOL/OCCUPATION

Student Form - (Students Only)

Grade: Seven
Grade Average:C or B (She has trouble translating the questions)
Best Subject: History
Worst Subject: Physical Education / English

Schedule:
Math - 7th grade math
Science - 7th grade science
History - World History I
English - 7th grade English
Physical Education - First Set
Electives - Art, Italian, Home Economics
Gifted Classes – Mental Gifts

Clubs: None
Council/SFF/None: None

Dorm Number:
Roommate:

BACKGROUND

History: For close to a week Melanies’ first memory was waking up in a beautifully furnished room 3 floors belowground A calendar on the wall told her the date was the 29th of the 8th 2009 she would later remember this was 2 days after her birthday. The room was covered in Small statues of angels and here and there a few daemons, on the walls hung pictures of more unearthly creatures, most of them slaying or eating people. After getting out of bed and realizing she had no idea who she was she quickly rushed for the door, the moment she grabbed the handle electricity shot up through her hand sending pain all through her body. She pulled her hand away from the door with enough force to send her toppling backwards, landing right next to the rotted corpse of a man.
The scream that followed surprised her; she hadn’t even remembered the sound of her own voice. Noticing the man was wearing thick rubber gloves she slowly reached out and pulled them from the mans’ hands. After doing her best to remove the maggots and other flesh feeding creatures from the gloves without throwing up she put one on and carefully opened the door. Doing so snapped an electrical wire that was tied to the other side of the door cutting power from it. The size of the next room astounded her Rows upon rows of books lined the room which alone was easily the size of a normal house it became apparent she was in some kind of mansion and hanging in the middle of the far wall hung a sign that read “3rd floor Library”.
Seeing this she made her way back into the room she woke up in and took a nearby back pack to store her rubber glove in. This is when she noticed a note by her bedside table, she rushed over to pick it up, but it simply stated “Wake up Melanie” After reading the note a few times under her breath she threw it into the backpack and continued out the door. “Melanie is my name” Once she was the door out of the library was safe she exited and found herself in a narrow hallway she turned to look one way down the short hall littered with doors either side, in the other direction there were dead bodies piled up so much that that way had become blocked, Melanies’ reaction surprised her, she was not shocked at all, not disgusted, or scared. The body before had snuck up on her, but now she simply surveyed the bodies from a distance her only response was to factor in that she could not go that way. Even the smell of rotten flesh did little to turn her stomach.

The week that followed was hell for Melanie, the more her memory returned the more frequent the traps filling the underground rooms became. Often they made her put herself through great amounts of pain to continue, she would have to reach into a hole in the wall to grab a key only to have blades slash at her flesh. The weaker and closer to death she became the more she remembered about her past. Her name, her mother and this place, it wasn’t a mansion it was a church, a cathedral, these underground buildings, are where the villages and wounded soldiers came to hide when the enemy came to kill them.
She began to recognise enemy and friendly uniforms alike in the piles of the dead, not all of them had died of wounds from battle, in fact very few seemed to have died of this. For the most part the dead seemed to have no injuries, like one day all of them had just died for no reason. As for her mother she still could not remember much just that she was scared and obsessed with her. She found herself longing for the smell of blood and death more and more. She felt better each time she entered a room filled with the dead. Every time she stopped to try and think about why she was so obsessed with it the image of her mothers’ features flashed in her mind still blurry in the haze of her memory loss. This changed when she managed to drag her way up to the ground floor, she knew for sure now that her mother was an evil woman, she could even picture her perfectly in her mind, she knew she had killed people, even her friends. But that was as far as her memory stretched, she couldn’t remember why her mother had done these things.
To get this far alone she had put herself through great amounts of torment her arms were covered in deep cut that continued to bleed for hours after she found herself often having to do thing like pushing with all her might against boxes covered with small barbs to get through door, but the further she went and the more she remembered the more driven she was to continue. However things took a turn for the worse once she reached the first floor. The massive cathedral was like a maze, it was a stretch to call it a cathedral now, the remains of the bombed out structure were covered with strange symbols which she instantly recognised as demonic. This brought back a new flood of memories, her mother was a cultist. She had sacrificed people, covered herself and Melanie with the blood of others who had lived in the church, even Melanies’ friends. With a great amount of pain she remembered, she had helped her mother, lured people back to their quarters, watched them die, all so she could be with her mother. She knew it was wrong, but if she had of told anyone her mother would have been killed.
More and more memories rushed in, her mother was important here, she practically ran the place, everyone looked up to her, the missing were always thought casualties of war and a room... a room on the second floor her mothers’ office. Her mothers’ name came last Himmel. When her head stopped spinning she stood up bracing herself against a wall, she had lost so much blood now her body was numb, but she continued. After having not seen another living person for days now it was almost too much shock when she saw movement, she had to force her eyes to focus at what she was seeing.
It almost made her throw up when she realized she was looking at herself, this was the first mirror she had seen since she had woken up. She felt drawn to the mirror, this felt like the first time she had seen herself and it was a disgusting site, many of her wounds were becoming infected and blood seeped from her torn clothing. Without realizing she had walked over and was standing no more than an inch from the mirror. The mirror itself was covered with the same demonic runes that covered the rest of the first floor. Her stomach started to feel sick the more she watched the mirror; she had noticed something that had frozen her with fear, her reflection simply smiled back at her, even though she wasn’t smiling at it. Without warning the glass shattered out spraying her with glass it was only luck that allowed her to shield her eyes in time, but her arms were sprayed with glass shards and a large chunk lodged itself firmly in her chest. It was the most pain she had endured so far pulling the glass from her chest.

Again she passed out and when she woke up the mirror was fine, but her wounds were still there. Doing her best to go nowhere near the mirror she crawled past and slowly continued on her way. Things continued in this manner, she associated the demonic runes on the wall with pain, but had no choice to keep going. It seemed that no matter what happened it would never be fatal, just painful, she had no choice of which way she went, the wrong way was simply blocked off, with bodies or thick doors, or in one or two cases a wall that she could not see but could not pass.

Eventually Melanie came across a door that halted her slow march onwards, she knew this door, it was her mothers’ study. She needed to hold her breath as she opened the door, inside sitting in a large chair slumped over a desk was a woman she recognised straight away as her mother, even though the bloody mess where a bullet had entered the side of her skull she knew. Falling to her knees was all Melanie could think to do, even know the smell of her own mothers blood caused her to feel more comfortable, more energetic.
After a short time spent on the ground she got up and walked over to her mother and took a seat on the desk in front of her and started gently stroking her mothers’ hair on the side that was still in one piece, There was a gun in her mothers’ hand that had come to rest on the desk, Melanie had assumed she had taken her own life but the blood around the barrel of the gun made it more obvious.
On the desk sticking out from under her mother was a note covered in blood, all but a few words were so covered in blood they couldn’t be read, all that remained was “To my daughter” Melanies’ tears mixed with the dried blood on the page, but fate would not even allow her time to morn her mothers death “Himmel means heaven you know” Melanies eyes scanned the room for who had said this before noticing the small figure sitting atop her mothers’ shattered skull playing absent mindedly with her brain matter. Melanie couldn’t yell she couldn’t even talk even if she wanted to she just sat there in shock. “You look like shit, well I suppose we can do something about that, summon a daemon to help you”
Melanie was shocked not only by the talking cat but by his bizarre request “B-but I can’t” She finally muttered when she found her voice “B-but I can’t” The cat mocked back “If you are your mothers’ daughter you can, if you don’t I may as well just kill you right now, JUST FUCKING DO IT!” The cat screamed at her in a voice something so small should not possess then swiped at her mothers’ head taking a large chunk of it clean off. Melanie cringed away at the threat of death and the screaming of the cat. “Help me, please help me heal” Melanie screamed out before a hot flash of air covered her causing her to shield her eyes, when she opened them a tall grey coloured hoofed woman stood in front of her and gave her a soft but wicked smile before laying her hands on the small girls chest. Healing that would of taken months and loads of medication healed in minutes, leaving only large lumps and discoloured scars behind, the largest being the glass cut on her chest. “Oh I should warn you but that once they complete the task you set them, they are free to do whatever they want and daemons are mean bastards” The cat was laying on its back with its paws in the ait playing with a tuft of her mothers’ hair now.
Almost as soon as he finished saying this the last of her wounds healed and the daemon flashed another wicked smile as it gripped Melanie around the neck lifting her off the ground with ease. She stayed like this for a while till the cat slapped the daemon with one of its paws like it was nothing. Melanie fell to the ground as the daemon vanished. “You summon them I banish them, if I feel like it. Got it?” All Melanie could manage was a nod, while her wounds were healed she was still tired and hungry.

However now that the cat who introduced himself as Cherub was with her, there was no issue leaving the cathedral, no puzzles to solve, no painful tasks, no impassable walls, just dead bodies everywhere, even once she managed to get outside accompanied by the cat, the entired town around the cathedral contained nothing but countless dead. After returning to the house she grew up in and collecting a great many of her belongings she left the town and was soon joined by Cherub who had massed a small fortune from the wallets and houses of the dead.
Soon after Melanie had found her way to T’zenshin and begged to be let in so that she might be able to stop the daemons she herself summons.

Secrets:
Cherubs himself is a daemon and his existence in this world was brought about by the sacrifice of Himmel and the countless thousands that occupied the town, after being summoned he was bound to Melanie to protect her on the condition that she pass his trials. Now that she has he has to complete his task and look after her but once she is dead this immensely powerful daemon is free to do whatever he pleases. Melanie herself does not know this, Himmel took this information with her to the death and Cherub isn’t talking. Maybe it has something to do with Himmels last note.

Gift:
Melanie has the ability to ‘gate’ daemons and give them access into this world on the condition that they complete a task set by her. There are different strengths of daemons raging from as weak as a small dog to as powerful as an arch daemon. Cherub however can banish almost all daemons if he feels like it and sometimes will only do it if he gets something in return. Once a daemon has completed its task it gains free will, and they are evil to the core, most however will not attack Melanie so that she can live to summon more daemons, this doesn’t mean they can’t attack her however, but most are content to kill others around her.

RELATIONSHIPS

Marital Status: Single

Best Friends: Cherub

Relatives: Himmel Fleischer (dead)

[Faye]

Accepted but we are a bit worried about the daemon summoning, but we trust that you won't leave us up to our eyeballs in daemons c: