name
Melodia Arietta Luther
age
Nineteen
class
Researcher
hometown
Hespera Town
personality
+. Intelligent. At least in a bookish sense. She’ll pick things up fairly quickly, and the leaps she’ll make are *usually* not too far off the mark. Life experience is another matter entirely, however…
+. Witty. Or at least, she’d like to think so. But it’s nothing short of a miracle she doesn’t slit her own throat with her sharp tongue sometimes.
+. Moral. Well, perhaps this one is a two-edged sword…it’d depend on if you agree with her or not. If you don’t then you’re wrong, naturally, but consistency in one’s attitude and behaviour is a virtue…right?
+. Analytical. This is another one that sometimes goes into the realms of extremism – thinking so much about something that you never actually do anything about it is counter-productive – but fools, as people often say, will rush in where the angels fear to tread.
+. Confident. Or should we say arrogant? The line is blurred here, but if this girl has ever doubted herself, she’s quickly dismissed it. Having courage in one’s conviction makes for a strong character…if one who can be a little overbearing at times. To say the least.
x. Short-tempered. Failure will not be tolerated. Incompetence will not be tolerated. Idiocy will not be tolerated. Other people will not be tolerated.
x. Abusive. Unfortunately, this goes hand-in-hand with a sharp wit and a short fuse. Eloquence varies with the extent to which she has a grip on her temper.
x. Egocentric. She hasn’t quite cottoned on to the fact that there are other people living in the world with her yet…or, if she has, she hasn’t conceived of the idea that they might actually matter.
x. Narrow-minded. This is the way things are, and this is how they work. There are no alternatives. Being wrong is inconceivable, naturally.
x. Pessimistic…or perhaps fatalistic would be a better word for it. Bright side of life? Do be serious; have you had your head buried in the ground or something? The sincerity of other pessimists is even suspect…especially suspect, in fact.
history
x. A quiet life. That was all she ever really wanted. It isn’t too much to ask for, is it? No grand adventures or momentous drama, or any of that other nonsense that fools the world over crave. Just a successful career as a researcher – which is exciting enough in its own unique way – and perhaps, in time, a family of her own.
x. Modest ambitions from a sensible, quiet and intelligent child…at least, as long as she gets her way; unfortunately she has her father’s patience for idiocy and her mother’s short fuse, making for a rather explosive combination. But everyone has a few quirks in their personality they need to work out.
x. What happened? It seemed like one minute, things were going – dare she even consider the word – right. Then, something happens somewhere and then, quite suddenly, everything turns into complete pandemonium. All these people! Running around like headless Ducklett, squawking at the top of their lungs, cluttering the streets, all looking for someone else to fix their problems instead of getting off their backsides and doing it themselves. Inconvenient. Incompetent. Insufferable.
x. The world, it seemed, had decided to impose upon the peace and quiet of Hespera Town by packing it to the brim with refugees. This went a little bit beyond normal tourism – to say the least – and quite suddenly you couldn’t even breathe without someone invading your air space with their crying and complaining. Who even cares why? There’s no justifiable reason for all this whinging.
x. Given enough time listening to the same complaints, however, and you’re bound to pick up something. A plague? They’re whining over a little disease? Seriously? Can’t these people do ANYTHING for themselves? Well, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Someone needs to fix their mess, or they’re going to be underfoot for the rest of their miserable lives which, knowing her luck, will be the better part of hers. Looks like quiet time is over. Time for one of those grand adventures those fools the world over crave.
x. Perhaps some field research is in order, and this thing (What did they call it again? Who really cares; it’s probably just some cough or something) is as good as anything else. It all fits together. Go out, fix the world’s problems because nobody else is capable of it, gather some data in the bargain, come home, go back to quiet life. It all seems simple enough…right?
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face claim: DokiDoki! Precure, Kenzaki Makoto
