Name: Melanie Auger
Age: 22
Sexuality: Lesbian
Race/Ethnicity: French
Height: 5'6
Weight: 133 lbs
Appearance/Face-claim:
Likes: Animals, insects, spiders, the dark, rain, oceans, firearms, knives, ponytails, girls, winning, being in control, crop tops, formal attire, competence, long novels, board games, fine wine, hunting, the out of doors, heights, stealth, sensuality, sarcasm, following orders, playing the violin, learning about other cultures, manners, feeling smart.
Dislikes: Losing, high heels, pretentiousness, boredom, yelling, arrogance, admitting mistakes, cursive, sadism, occultism, contact lenses, feeling tired or hungry, missing lunch time, being alone, being without her glasses, narcotics, gambling, looking stupid, leadership roles.
Fears: No longer being a Maiden, death, loss of limb, losing her sisters, vulnerability, making the wrong decision, clowns.
Personality: On the surface, Melanie is a very laid back person, almost seemingly bored of her surroundings and her circumstance. Her tone of voice and attitude makes it seem like she doesn't care about anything or anyone. This is a facade. Melanie is bad at expressing herself, often fearing she'll make herself look like a dork should she show more emotion, and it's just a bad habit. In truth, Melanie is strongheaded, caring, curious, and loving. An adventurous person who wants to leave the world better than we she found it. She is also entirely loyal to M.A/I.D, even if she was not physically bound to live and die as a maid she believes the organization, the Shadow Queen, and the courts to be righteous and just. They have given her the purpose in her life that she used to lack. It is an ultimate devotion, unquestioning. If something were to happen to break this unbreakable trust or cause her doubt, Melanie would no doubt suffer more than most. So even when Melanie pretends not to care or to be above it all, really it's just to protect her pride because she doesn't want to admit how much she cares.
Melanie is accostomed to violence, killing, and suffering but views it as inevitable. It's also what she excels at. While she enjoys winning battles, the act of killing another living being doesn't bring her any joy. She wants to act "professional." However she is not against more traditional maid services, but she isn't the best at it, though she will try her best.
Equipment: FAMAS Assault Rifle, FR F2 Sniper Rifle, and Beretta Pistol. Two six inch steel knives. Taser, stun gun, single-tubed grenade launcher, lethal and non-lethal ordinance. Backpack and holsters. She usually only keeps one knife and the Beretta on her, only busting out the rest of her arsenal when things get serious.
Individual Training: PMC, served in France and Africa.
Options: Gifted- Vibration Detection and Listening. An incredibly harm to perform technique Melanie learned during her time in Africa. Placing a knife into a wall and placing her ear up against it can allow her to detect nearby vibrations and count incoming targets. She is also an exceptionally talented listener, able to pinpoint targets most would be able to only vaguely recognize, or maybe not even notice at all.
Homeroom teacher: Regina Hicks
Additional Abilities/Info: Melanie is a skilled markswoman, knife fighter, and infiltrator. She's also farsighted, and wears glasses to grant her nearsight aswell.
Backstory: "Born" in a small rural town in France, Melanie lived a normal country side life. She was happy, in a way. She made friends in school. Her mother was a caring woman who taught Melanie to fire a rifle to hit deer at long distances. She shot BB guns at cans. Her mother taught her how to be perceptive, cunning, resourceful. Her father taught her how to cut up and make the most of the meals she brought home, he taught her to be respectful, kind, stalwart. Melanie was always a quiet girl, but not a reserved one. She would usually just hang around near groups of chatting children, trail and follow them until she was eventually accepted into the group via social osmosis alone. It would have been a life, for sure, to stay there in that verdent picturesque town. But Melanie always felt a little unfulfilled. Just to become a butcher or school teacher or cashier. It would have been fine, peaceful, stable. But would it have been fulfilling? Maybe.
Eventually, though, her parents revealed part of the truth. It was a tearful but exciting goodbye. Melanie's home will always be that nameless little town tucked away in an overcast valley, but she would be satisfied if she only returned there in her dreams. The world was waiting. Maidsong academy was waiting.
Of course, she drifted into markswomanship right away. But the new structure, the directives, orders, and goals were thrilling. There was no feeling more satisfying than being congratulated for good work by the person who told you to do so. On the surface, Regina Hicks and Melanie Auger may seem like polar opposites, but their shared passion for sniper ranges meant Melanie did quite well in Ms. Hicks' class. It was her boistrous attitude that also helped Melanie open up more to her classmates. It was around this time she began to discover her own sexuality and fell into a romance with student one year her senior named June Kilroy. June was passionate, flamboyant, and an excellent violinist. June is a free spirit, and though her somewhat rebellious ways sometimes made Melanie uncomfortable, they pushed each other to be better.
Melanie desperately wanted to belong with her sisters of Team-Six, her fellow that she feels inexplicably linked too. Given any opportunity she would attempt to bond with them in her own way, occasionally falling back on her child hood habit of 'trailing and hoping', though she likes to think she eventually outgrew that. Their pysionic link hopefully allowed them understand her true, friendly intentions, and if anyone could see past her cool, uncaring, polite facade it would be the other members of Team Six.
Melanie paired up with a PMC, translated as Verdent Horizon, that originated out of Africa. There she made comrades and professional relationships with her fellows. Assisting the main political party of the newly united Africa maintain order, quell uprising, and squash particularly chaotic and amoral factors, and rebuke imperialist attempts of forcing them to kneel gave her plenty of combat experience. The morality of it never really mattered to her. If she did, though, these so called warlords had the right to war and lord over whomever they wanted considering in history, it's mostly just been people warring and lording. It just so happened this time the perpetual underdog of post-colonial Africa was gearing up for something bigger. During her time there she became friends with a cheerful, cordial man named Nnamdi, who was particularly good with knives. He imparted upon her a trick of the knife and tree, where upon listening closely to the handle, one can detect vibrations of heavy footed enemies coming her way. Many of his fellows thought it was balogna, but Melanie was convinced it was true and followed his teaching religiously until she got the trick down right. It was true, impossibly hard to pull off, but it was true. Nnamdi and Melanie both were expert listeners who could see without seeing. In return, Melanie taught Nnamdi all the kinds of spiders she knew were poisonous, venemous, or both, and what kind were safe to keep as pets. Melanie insists that she got the far better deal, but Nnamdi assures her that it's an even trade.
A branch of Verdent Horizon was recruited by the French government out of North Africa to help maintain order during it's tumultuous crisis event. Things began to become a bit more murky, as she kept in order those just trying to survive. Her enemy were often civilians. Still, if M.A/I.D had put her up to it, it must be right. Besides, if she wasn't going to do it, someone crueller than her certainly would. Returning home under such different circumstances was incredibly strange, and she often wondered of what was transpiring in that peaceful little town she grew up in. Even though she couldn't have been more than 400 miles away, it felt like a totally different world. Perhaps that place only exists in her memory now.
Being assigned to protect the Shadow Queen herself is a huge honor. It makes her heart swell with pride, though an outsider wouldn't know it from the dispassionate, almost smug smirk on her face when she recieved the news. These troubling visions, though, are just that. Unsettling. What is down there? The only thing left to do, the only thing she can do, is trust the people she has grown close too and the organization she was meant to serve. If anyone knew the right thing, it would be them.
June is the only person she's close too outside of Team-Six, though her training has kept them apart, it's not like they could ever really get in a relationship with anyone who isn't a Maid. They agreed to keep things open incase either one wanted to engage in an exotic fling, and it turns out both of them have done it at least once. June more than Melanie, of course.
Melanie has also tried to maintain her close sisterhood with the other members of Team-Six, in her own weird way. Even if any have only remained acquaintances, she feels desperately clingy to them for reasons Melanie doesn't entirely understand. More than just their bonds or the chemicals that compel her to serve. Melanie desires family, and Team-Six can be that for her.
Her nomadic ways have thus far kept her from acquiring a pet, outside of "adopting" a stray dog and a big spider in Africa, and a roving horde of cats in France. Having a little creature to call her own is one of her goals in life. Along with staying true and loyal to both Team-Six, the Shadow Queen, and June Kilroy, in no particular order. Also, going skydiving, and landing a 2000 meter sniper shot.
Age: 22
Sexuality: Lesbian
Race/Ethnicity: French
Height: 5'6
Weight: 133 lbs
Appearance/Face-claim:
Likes: Animals, insects, spiders, the dark, rain, oceans, firearms, knives, ponytails, girls, winning, being in control, crop tops, formal attire, competence, long novels, board games, fine wine, hunting, the out of doors, heights, stealth, sensuality, sarcasm, following orders, playing the violin, learning about other cultures, manners, feeling smart.
Dislikes: Losing, high heels, pretentiousness, boredom, yelling, arrogance, admitting mistakes, cursive, sadism, occultism, contact lenses, feeling tired or hungry, missing lunch time, being alone, being without her glasses, narcotics, gambling, looking stupid, leadership roles.
Fears: No longer being a Maiden, death, loss of limb, losing her sisters, vulnerability, making the wrong decision, clowns.
Personality: On the surface, Melanie is a very laid back person, almost seemingly bored of her surroundings and her circumstance. Her tone of voice and attitude makes it seem like she doesn't care about anything or anyone. This is a facade. Melanie is bad at expressing herself, often fearing she'll make herself look like a dork should she show more emotion, and it's just a bad habit. In truth, Melanie is strongheaded, caring, curious, and loving. An adventurous person who wants to leave the world better than we she found it. She is also entirely loyal to M.A/I.D, even if she was not physically bound to live and die as a maid she believes the organization, the Shadow Queen, and the courts to be righteous and just. They have given her the purpose in her life that she used to lack. It is an ultimate devotion, unquestioning. If something were to happen to break this unbreakable trust or cause her doubt, Melanie would no doubt suffer more than most. So even when Melanie pretends not to care or to be above it all, really it's just to protect her pride because she doesn't want to admit how much she cares.
Melanie is accostomed to violence, killing, and suffering but views it as inevitable. It's also what she excels at. While she enjoys winning battles, the act of killing another living being doesn't bring her any joy. She wants to act "professional." However she is not against more traditional maid services, but she isn't the best at it, though she will try her best.
Equipment: FAMAS Assault Rifle, FR F2 Sniper Rifle, and Beretta Pistol. Two six inch steel knives. Taser, stun gun, single-tubed grenade launcher, lethal and non-lethal ordinance. Backpack and holsters. She usually only keeps one knife and the Beretta on her, only busting out the rest of her arsenal when things get serious.
Individual Training: PMC, served in France and Africa.
Options: Gifted- Vibration Detection and Listening. An incredibly harm to perform technique Melanie learned during her time in Africa. Placing a knife into a wall and placing her ear up against it can allow her to detect nearby vibrations and count incoming targets. She is also an exceptionally talented listener, able to pinpoint targets most would be able to only vaguely recognize, or maybe not even notice at all.
Homeroom teacher: Regina Hicks
Additional Abilities/Info: Melanie is a skilled markswoman, knife fighter, and infiltrator. She's also farsighted, and wears glasses to grant her nearsight aswell.
Backstory: "Born" in a small rural town in France, Melanie lived a normal country side life. She was happy, in a way. She made friends in school. Her mother was a caring woman who taught Melanie to fire a rifle to hit deer at long distances. She shot BB guns at cans. Her mother taught her how to be perceptive, cunning, resourceful. Her father taught her how to cut up and make the most of the meals she brought home, he taught her to be respectful, kind, stalwart. Melanie was always a quiet girl, but not a reserved one. She would usually just hang around near groups of chatting children, trail and follow them until she was eventually accepted into the group via social osmosis alone. It would have been a life, for sure, to stay there in that verdent picturesque town. But Melanie always felt a little unfulfilled. Just to become a butcher or school teacher or cashier. It would have been fine, peaceful, stable. But would it have been fulfilling? Maybe.
Eventually, though, her parents revealed part of the truth. It was a tearful but exciting goodbye. Melanie's home will always be that nameless little town tucked away in an overcast valley, but she would be satisfied if she only returned there in her dreams. The world was waiting. Maidsong academy was waiting.
Of course, she drifted into markswomanship right away. But the new structure, the directives, orders, and goals were thrilling. There was no feeling more satisfying than being congratulated for good work by the person who told you to do so. On the surface, Regina Hicks and Melanie Auger may seem like polar opposites, but their shared passion for sniper ranges meant Melanie did quite well in Ms. Hicks' class. It was her boistrous attitude that also helped Melanie open up more to her classmates. It was around this time she began to discover her own sexuality and fell into a romance with student one year her senior named June Kilroy. June was passionate, flamboyant, and an excellent violinist. June is a free spirit, and though her somewhat rebellious ways sometimes made Melanie uncomfortable, they pushed each other to be better.
Melanie desperately wanted to belong with her sisters of Team-Six, her fellow that she feels inexplicably linked too. Given any opportunity she would attempt to bond with them in her own way, occasionally falling back on her child hood habit of 'trailing and hoping', though she likes to think she eventually outgrew that. Their pysionic link hopefully allowed them understand her true, friendly intentions, and if anyone could see past her cool, uncaring, polite facade it would be the other members of Team Six.
Melanie paired up with a PMC, translated as Verdent Horizon, that originated out of Africa. There she made comrades and professional relationships with her fellows. Assisting the main political party of the newly united Africa maintain order, quell uprising, and squash particularly chaotic and amoral factors, and rebuke imperialist attempts of forcing them to kneel gave her plenty of combat experience. The morality of it never really mattered to her. If she did, though, these so called warlords had the right to war and lord over whomever they wanted considering in history, it's mostly just been people warring and lording. It just so happened this time the perpetual underdog of post-colonial Africa was gearing up for something bigger. During her time there she became friends with a cheerful, cordial man named Nnamdi, who was particularly good with knives. He imparted upon her a trick of the knife and tree, where upon listening closely to the handle, one can detect vibrations of heavy footed enemies coming her way. Many of his fellows thought it was balogna, but Melanie was convinced it was true and followed his teaching religiously until she got the trick down right. It was true, impossibly hard to pull off, but it was true. Nnamdi and Melanie both were expert listeners who could see without seeing. In return, Melanie taught Nnamdi all the kinds of spiders she knew were poisonous, venemous, or both, and what kind were safe to keep as pets. Melanie insists that she got the far better deal, but Nnamdi assures her that it's an even trade.
A branch of Verdent Horizon was recruited by the French government out of North Africa to help maintain order during it's tumultuous crisis event. Things began to become a bit more murky, as she kept in order those just trying to survive. Her enemy were often civilians. Still, if M.A/I.D had put her up to it, it must be right. Besides, if she wasn't going to do it, someone crueller than her certainly would. Returning home under such different circumstances was incredibly strange, and she often wondered of what was transpiring in that peaceful little town she grew up in. Even though she couldn't have been more than 400 miles away, it felt like a totally different world. Perhaps that place only exists in her memory now.
Being assigned to protect the Shadow Queen herself is a huge honor. It makes her heart swell with pride, though an outsider wouldn't know it from the dispassionate, almost smug smirk on her face when she recieved the news. These troubling visions, though, are just that. Unsettling. What is down there? The only thing left to do, the only thing she can do, is trust the people she has grown close too and the organization she was meant to serve. If anyone knew the right thing, it would be them.
June is the only person she's close too outside of Team-Six, though her training has kept them apart, it's not like they could ever really get in a relationship with anyone who isn't a Maid. They agreed to keep things open incase either one wanted to engage in an exotic fling, and it turns out both of them have done it at least once. June more than Melanie, of course.
Melanie has also tried to maintain her close sisterhood with the other members of Team-Six, in her own weird way. Even if any have only remained acquaintances, she feels desperately clingy to them for reasons Melanie doesn't entirely understand. More than just their bonds or the chemicals that compel her to serve. Melanie desires family, and Team-Six can be that for her.
Her nomadic ways have thus far kept her from acquiring a pet, outside of "adopting" a stray dog and a big spider in Africa, and a roving horde of cats in France. Having a little creature to call her own is one of her goals in life. Along with staying true and loyal to both Team-Six, the Shadow Queen, and June Kilroy, in no particular order. Also, going skydiving, and landing a 2000 meter sniper shot.
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