3. Melphina

Melphina


  • Character: Melphina
    Player: Mykul743

    Melphina's life wasn't easy to begin with. Her mother abandoned her at a young age, out of her own selfishness of not wanting to be burdened by a bastard child. A child her own mother didn't even know the father of. She was soon taken in by Kront's orphanage, living in misery there for a couple years. She hated it there, she was picked on even by the other children in her same situation, because of her short size and not even knowing her own father's name, and there she learned a skill she would keep with her for the rest of her life: How to fight.

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    The other children, especially the boys, always picked on her rather harshly. This meaning, she was kicked and shoved around, and had any possessions ripped from her slender fingers. At the start, she was rather frail and had no chance of standing up for herself, but in just a couple years time, she was leaving anyone who got near her black and blue. She never seemed to seek out fights then, but when one came to her, she was ready. Not long after, an accident resulted in a fire, sweeping through the musty old walls of the orphanage.

    By this time, she had already turned thirteen, and was well-aware of the need to get out. Following the others as they moved quickly to the exit, she turned and looked back, hearing a cry for help that the others ignored as they left the burning building. 'It was him…', she thought to herself, recognizing the voice as one of the boys that had badly beaten her years before. She shook her head, knowing he would be judged later. She knew it wasn't her who would determine when and how he was to be punished for what he had done to her, and ran back upstairs.

    She soon found him in an old storage room, trapped on the other side of the burning room. The blaze had come through the floor, and he was huddled back in a corner, now sobbing. Letting out a sigh, she took off running and lept through the flames. 'Not so bad, but now what?' she asked in her mind, looking around and spotting one of the old boarded windows. The boy continued his sob-choked cries for help, a pleading look as a stared at her.
    Grabbing the boards and franticly ripping them away from the window, she managed to clear an opening large enough for them. Lifting him up, she helped him out, onto the roof, then followed herself.

    The two now stood on the edge of the roof of the building, the fire following close behind. Yelling down below to get the attention of the others, she gave him a push down for them to catch him. 'I did the right thing', she told herself as they set him safely to the ground, then jumped after. They all smiled and praised her, all of them. The adults, the other children that had tormented her. Why? She had only done what she should have. In the moments of confusion and chaos that followed, she slipped away from them, wandering out into the night.

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    She winced as the tattoos were carefully drawn into the skin of her wrists. She had been on the streets of Kront for almost a year now, and working for the "Devil's Blood", as they called themselves, for almost half of that. They were quite possibly the largest gang in the town, and she had earned her respect with them through her own fists. Despite her appearance she had done it. She was finally one of them. Looking to her now complete tattoos, she wasnt sure which was the crimson ink and which was her own blood. Grinning despite the pain, she was happy for a moment, but that faded as she was suddenly forced down onto the table by two of the gang's thugs. "You're not done yet", the man that had done her tattoos said, now standing behind her. Hands moved to her head, holding it still, as another hand moved the hair from in front of her neck. She tensed, letting out a loud scream as she felt the hot branding iron on the back of her neck.

    Along with a better a better understanding of surviving on the street, she was also taught the basics of infernal, presumably to allow them to talk to each other in secret. She knew better. It was because the higher-ups in the gang were Banites, and they were trying to convert the whole group to their cause. She served them for years, but not their god, and one day amongst the midst of a failed attack on another gang, she slipped off, making her way to a new life…


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