Post by Melissa Jessabelle Reed on Feb 6, 2015 23:23:16 GMT -5
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`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*
your time is done when you begin*
NAME:Melissa Jessabelle Reed.
AGE:Twenty-seven.
GENDER:Female.
SEXUALITY:Straight.
SPECIES:Human.Werewolf.
NATIONALITY:American.
OCCUPATION:MissionaryPreschool Secretary.
`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*
know your life comes to an end*
APPEARANCE:Standing at 5 feet 9 inches, 132 pounds, Melissa is considered on the slim side with a good amount of curves at the same time. Her dark, near black hair, falls in loose curls when simply blown dry and left to its own devices. Usually, she leaves her hair in those loose curls, but if the situation or mood strikes her, then she’s excels at getting hair to do as she wills it. Aside from her thick, dark hair, she also has somewhat large blue-green eyes that tend to swing more green than blue. Her eyes aren’t her best feature, given her hair and beautiful smile, but they surely aren’t hard to look into either. Slim fingers grace her hands, giving them a very soft sort of look. After some time abroad, Melissa has come to know that her small feet are a gift, so with her size five feet, she is somewhat proud. Is she slim enough to pull off a size zero? No, but does that mean she doesn’t look quite good in what clothes she does where? No, she normally does. Her style tends to lean towards whatever works direction. After years as a missionary, she often finds herself throwing on whatever looks good and is clean. However, if the work or a situation demands that she wears something specific then she will. She is no stranger to wearing a pencil skirt and blouse, but she tends to enjoy slacks and pretty top or jeans and a tee shirt. Even the weather permits, then she’ll likely wear a dress over anything else. They make her feel pretty. Beyond that, she is likely to wear minimal jewelry, based on how little she owns. Blemish wise, Melissa has very few scars, but one among them sticks out. There is a scar on her left side which looks like she got sliced open or tore into.
CELEB CLAIM:Megan Fox.
`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*
swallow your pride with your hate*
PERSONALITY:Upon meeting Melissa, you’d take her for your run-of-the-mill good girl, a regular girl next door without a negative thought in her pretty little head. You’d be half true. She’d soon throw herself in front of a moving car than see another person or an animal be hurt. Call her crazy, but her empathy towards others is a tad on the extreme side. Does that mean she doesn’t often catch herself thinking more me-centric thoughts? Like what do people think of me? How will this affect me? She is still human (mentally anyway). She’s a sweetheart, but she isn’t a push-over either. If pushed she will undoubtedly push back. If that means snapping at your or being sarcastic to be understood, then she will. Does that mean she’ll intentionally hurt you? No, far from it, but that also doesn’t mean she’ll let you walk all over her either. Aside from that, she’s a regular sweet girl who thinks more about how to help others than help herself. Is she perfect? Some may think so, but no, she isn’t. When a situation gets really tough, when she finds herself stuck or trapped, she has little coping skills. For example, when worst came to worst during a mission’s trip, she was put under watch because she got so bad, trying to end her paid. Loss is one thing that Melissa can’t handle. Another issue is that her mind is very focused, so much so that if she can’t solve a problem, she can’t think on any other problem until the first is solved. Melissa also has a serious problem letting others in enough to see that she’s hurting or upset, she can read people well and is willing to go above and beyond to help them, but if she’s hurting, she won’t share so others can help. Bottom line is she’s a total sweetheart, willing to stand up for herself, but more likely to put others before herself, and is very susceptible to depression.
LIKES:Her parents, seeing other countries, helping people, making others smile, Koda Evans, Ethan O’Connors (alpha from Europe), drawing people/scenes, running, climbing trees, cuddling, Clarissa O’Connors , Katrina Evans (miscarriage child), family, Pookie, apples, dancing in the rain, building sandcastles, writing in her journal, doodling, baking, getting mail, calling her mom, her pets, and chocolate.
DISLIKES:Death, vampires, the idea of demons, parents who seem to be constantly yelling/scolding their children, falling down, blood, dentist’s office, doctors in general, the fact she’s a werewolf, Daniel (guy who killed her child), enclosed spaces, being trapped in a situation, the idea of loss ruining her life again, peas, spiders, heights, falling dreams, and when someone is in pain.
SECRETS:She’s a werewolf, losing Katrina due to being bitten, and that she has yet to get over Koda, though she’s been trying to recently.
FEARS:Vampires, after hearing horror stories from others she’s afraid of them ripping her throat out or something. The idea of trying to have children again, she’s terrified that she’ll have a miscarriage again and really take her own life. Horrified and terrified by what Koda will think of everything that has happened. Daniel O’Connors, his violent streak destroyed her life, who’s to say what he could do to another person. Oceans and large bodies of water because she can’t swim very well. Feeling trapped in a situation with blood and doctors because it throws her back to being told about Katrina.
DREAMS:Getting back with Koda/falling in love, getting over her fears to have more children, having a family of her own, and possibly doing something with her drawings.
STRENGTHS:Can speak multiple languages from her mission’s trips, excels at drawing still life portraits, very good at professional communication and doing her secretarial jobs, skilled at caring for children, runner, good at dancing and singing, can bake and cook well thanks to years of learning under her mother, and very flexible.
WEAKNESSES:Has very few coping skills, couldn’t fix her car to save her life, has zero clue how to build any sort of structure, can’t swim very well, panics at the sight of blood and doctors, and if pushed too far into her fears, she is liable to have a panic attack.
`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*
the last of all in your command*
HISTORY:Adam and Catherine married after years of dating, as it was difficult for them to do any other way. They were both missionaries, practically bred into the life. Like everything else in their life, they wanted to make sure it was something that was going to stick, all or nothing they said. Well, once it was for sure going for the long haul, they were set. Having kids just seemed to be the logical thing to do, so it was their next step. First born was Lucille, who took to the life of the missionary like nothing either parent had seen. So, it was expected that their next child would be exactly the same. Not so much. Melissa was a sweet, soft child. She bruised easily, cried often, and needed to be consoled even more. So very unlike her older sister. After a few months of stationary life, in an attempt to appease their new child, the parents could stand it no longer than continued their lives. Melissa did not take to the life as well as her elder sister, but she latched on to helping others. It was good enough.
Education was important, very important in all actuality, so it was not skipped or skimmed in the least. Did the parent’s school their children while on the road? Oh, heavens no, that wouldn’t help them get work done at all. The children moved in with the Reed seniors and went to public school. Did they enjoy this? Yes and no, but it wasn’t hard to see why. Their parents dropped them off with their grandparents to go on grand adventures without them while they had to sit through hours of boring lectures at school. Yes, they did enjoy school, but they knew they’d enjoy traveling with their parents more. Summers were spent with their parents, but the rest of the year was with gramps and grams, going to school.
Upon graduating high school, Clarissa joined her parents as missionaries, going on her own trips and doing her own thing. It was hard not to imagine that Melissa felt like she had to do the same. After years of living life like she did, it wasn’t hard to feel trapped in her choice. It wasn’t until right around her graduation that her grams let her in on a little secret. This was her life to live, and she was very free to make her own choices. Did that mean her parents would love her less if she chose another life? Of course not. Had she assumed they would? Why wouldn’t she? They reacted badly when any of their children didn’t seem to LOVE helping people. Poor Daphne was seen as the black sheep for choosing not to go to Haiti last summer, so it was assumed that bad things would happen if she chose to do something else. Still, she felt drawn to the idea. So, when next asked about it, she said so. She didn’t know for sure what she wanted to do, but she wouldn’t figure it out on the road.
Adam and Catherine were surprised, that was not uncalled for, but they didn’t react as she’d thought. They didn’t seem to like the idea of parting ways with her, but after she promised to join them every so often, they were content to let her stay. Even happy for her going to college. It wasn’t huge, her college choice, but it was a good start. She started broad, taking a little bit of everything for the first couple years. She had time and the funds, thanks to her grams and gramps and good grades. Finally, she settled on a double major degree in Education and English literature with a minor in art. She loved every minute of it. The drawing classes were therapeutic when clashed against all the reading and writing she had to do for her majors. Learning about the education process and about literature, Melissa was in heaven.
Directly after graduating (aged 24), she took up a position at a local preschool as the secretary, which was perfect. It gave her money to use to pay back her grams and gramps, and it gave her a bit of freedom. Within the first few months of living there, her grandparents decided to move to a smaller home in Florida. It was something a great many of their friends had already done, so she wasn’t entirely surprised, but it still hit hard. She’d lived with them for so long, it was weird to be without them. It was during this time that she started visiting places in the city she’d never been to before. It was adventurous and thrilling. She met a great many people she’d never have met previously. Amongst the new people she met, she also met a very interesting fellow.
Whilst shopping in a local pet store, debating buying a dog herself, Melissa literally collided with another person. A guy. A cute guy at that, and she apologized right away. She’d not been paying attention, so very distracted by the adorable dogs. It was from there that a conversation about dogs, the best and worst types, began. Soon they were walking through the shop simply talking, which was a wonderful thing. After a short time of talking, the guy, Koda, realized he had to be elsewhere. On a whim they exchanged contact information, but Melissa didn’t want it to go to waste. She waited a couple days, hoping to hear from him, but when it didn’t appear he would, he did. It was strange and amusing, and she told him how she’d just been about to call him. They met for lunch the next day, which turned into dinner a few days later. Very quickly, the two were going steady. They just clicked together.
Melissa was happy, imagining her life going on with Koda, possibly even marriage and kids. She loved him, more than she thought it was possible to love another person. They’re relationship was so important to her that she even went as far as writing to tell her parents about it. She felt so strongly about this, and her family was so happy. He met them all after dating nearly one year, which was a good time. Her parents loved him, and he was teased endlessly by her siblings. He loved her family, she believed. She knew his family, and she adored them. Most of them. His brother made her uncomfortable, like he had secrets, but she didn’t mind. It was Koda’s brother, that was what was important. Life was good between them for a time.
Life got rocky when the pair were nearing their two year anniversary of dating. It wasn’t so much what either of them did because neither were unfaithful or doing anything illegal. Koda was doing his job, she understood, but it drove her to near madness all the same. The mere idea that he could be dead any day was enough to make her rip her own hair out. Did she handle this sort of thing well? Heavens, no, she tended to actively avoid situations like this for a reason. Reading about this sort of love story was one thing, but living it was another thing entirely. It all started when he joined SWAT, which she was so proud of him for, but it was frightening. She heard from his co-workers spouses and friends how hard it was knowing that every day could be it. The end, basically. Melissa hated that.
It started out just her asking about the possibility of him working in something less dangerous. Not that police work was not dangerous, but it didn’t seem near as bad. He didn’t like that. He was ambitious, driven, and she knew she was standing in his way, pulling him back more like it. She knew she looked horrible, felt bad even, but she couldn’t shake the fear. The idea of him dying on the job was near all-consuming in her mind. All she thought about, if she admitted it. Within weeks, she was asking him to explain how she was supposed to live, marry him and have kids, with how easily he could be taken from her. They weren’t explosive fights, not even yelling, but they disagreed often. His job was very important to him, and she knew this, but she wished he’d better see her point of view.
It was weeks away, she knew, but finally she had enough of the situation. Something inside of her was screaming that she needed stability. So, she did it. She laid out an ultimatum for Koda. He could keep her and switch to a less life threatening branch or she was out. She couldn’t handle this, especially with the talk of marriage and kids on their minds. The fight wasn’t pretty, not really, but after some time, Koda understood. He understood where she was coming from, and they parted ways. This was not some fairytale, and Koda was not the type to give up his work. She knew it wasn’t like he chose his job over her, but still in kind of felt like that. She left him, disentangled her life from his, and in an attempt to pull herself back together, she requested a sabbatical from work. She wasn’t super important to the company, but given her job performance, they allowed it. She had one year to recover and deal with all this.
So, she did what her family usually did, she packed up her stuff and bolted on a trip. She went to a small country town in Russia. Renting a small hovel of an apartment, Melissa mostly wandered the town for the first few weeks. She just wanted to lose herself in the bustle of the town, forget herself. For a good long while, it seemed to be working out for the better. She felt herself letting go, understood that she just wasn’t ready to handle a relationship like that. A relationship with a man so ready to commit to his job even if it cost his own life. She couldn’t handle that. She knew that now. Life was beginning to make sense. Just as she was thinking about ending her sabbatical early, something happened.
She’d been enjoying an early evening stroll in the local woods, a quiet evening really. There wasn’t a sound, not even twig snap to her ears, but it happened. One moment she was walking on her way, and then next she knew there was a large beast on her. It tore into her side for seconds. Those seconds felt like hours. The pain was time stopping. When it was over, the beast did not leave, it watched her from outside of her vision. She could feel eyes on her then, even with the pain. Crying, screaming, and wishing to just die, Melissa laid there in the woods. Sometime later, others came. There was fighting, disagreements, but all she knew was that there were three voices. Where was the beast? The voices grew louder, and she begged them to get help. Pleaded for medical help or an end.
A calm voice explained that there was very little the doctors would be able to do that they couldn’t do themselves. She was confused, told them that she needed a doctor. A gruff voice told her that she’d be fine, the wound would heal on its own. She was at a loss, but a slap from the female of the three told her the boy was in trouble for something. He was told to life Melissa and bring her home so that it could be explained. She didn’t know what was to be explained, but she was lifted then. Once in his arms, she looked into his eyes, trying to gauge how trustworthy he was. She found something she didn’t bargain for. His eyes were the exact shade and look of the monsters. Melissa fainted then. Was it shock? The pain? She didn’t know.
Waking up later, she was told all the pair knew about the species of werewolves. Did she believe them at first about being werewolves? No, of course not, but after the son, Daniel shifted again, she needed no more convincing. Daniel had to leave then because he instilled fear in her. Ethan and Clarissa understood, but forced her to promise to remain with them for at least until she had somewhat control. She agreed. It was still all so shocking really. Though her change of species wasn’t the hardest part of the whole situation, it was very hard. Within days it was discovered being bitten hadn’t just changed her species, but done something else, far worse.
After her adjustment to the change had gone through as much as needed, Melissa became very ill. After twenty-four hours of being stuck near the bathroom and bedridden, Clarissa took her to the doctor. All three of them looked grim since she became ill, but it wasn’t until she heard it from the doctor that their looks made since. She’d been with child the whole time. She was five months pregnant. She’d been pregnant with Koda’s child the whole time. Melissa could’ve had a little girl if not for Daniel. There was nothing anyone could do to console her then. At first she was in shock, the news was hard to wrap her head around. Then, then she was very angry. What little friendship she’d formed with Daniel was now destroyed. Had he known she was with child? No, he swore he didn’t, but she didn’t care. He’d effectively killed her child in her mind. Did she hate him? No, but she did blame him. Which was nearly as bad, if not worse.
Melissa went through the motions of learning at first, but after being put on pack watch for trying to kill herself and figuring out that she could continue living after the loss, she started to put more into living. Katrina was cremated, so she’d go back with her, but it was still hard. She wrote letters to Koda, a few times a week, but she never sent them. Usually she ended up burning them, but it was how she coped. She wrote to Koda, told him about what was going on as if he knew what she’d been through. It made things easier, though she knew he knew nothing of her circumstances. It helped. Just as it helped to have a pack on her side through it all.
As her sabbatical came to an end, she wished her new family farewell. It was hard to leave them all behind, especially her new friend Karis. She was Daniel’s sister, older sister, and she loved her like a sister of her own. It was bitter-sweet, especially bitter when she went through customs with her daughters ashes. It was all very hard, but made significantly less hard when she was met with Karis on the other side, waiting for her in the seat next to her own on the plane. Karis had begged and used all her resources to get permission to join Melissa in the states, become her alpha in a way. It would stabilize Melissa, she knew this, and she loved Karis for it.
Once home, Melissa fell back into her routine at work, but felt odd about it. There was still the missing Koda in her life, so she tried to fill that space in her heart with other things. She drew more, read more, wrote more, but when these things left her with a quiet home, she went out to get that dog she always talked about getting. Did she stop after one? No, why should she? She ended up getting a few dogs, cats and a couple horses just to fill up her time and give her and Karis something else to do together. It was good, and it helped ease Melissa’s loss. Caring for her pets was a blessing.
By the time she turned 27, Melissa found herself especially enjoying spending time with her dog Pookie. He was a big dog, but he was special because he joined her on her full-moon runs, something the other dogs did not seem keen on doing. Life was becoming good, but still a nagging voice told her, she had to find and tell Koda. Had to talk to him. She felt she was ready for that relationship now, but the question was, would he be willing to take her back after all this?
FAMILY LIFE:Adam Reed (father, human, 57)
Catherine Reed (mother, human, 55)
Lucille Reed (older sister, human, 32)
Daphne Reed (younger sister (twin), human, 20)
Stephanie Reed (younger sister (twin), human, 20)
Dalton Reed (baby brother, human, 19)
Rachel Baker (ex-roommate, human, 29)
Koda Evans (ex-boyfriend, human, 28)
Katrina Evans (miscarriage child, unknown, unborn)
Daniel O’Connors (ex-friend, werewolf, 24)
Ethan O’Connors (ex-alpha, werewolf, 42)
Clarissa O’Connors (penpal/mentor, werewolf, 43)
Karis O’Connors (house-mate, werewolf, 27)
Pookie (partner/pet, tamaskans male, 1 year)
Apollo (pet, german shepherd male, 1 year)
Baby (pet, Australian shepherd female, 3 months)
Athena (mouser, stray, 2-4 years)
Estel (indoor mouser, tabby cat, 2 years)
Karis (snuggle buddy, Bengal kitten female, 2 months)
Bruce (family horse, thorough bred male, 6 years)
Precious (family horse, spotted saddles female, 4 years)
OTHER:Here is an image depicting to the best I could find what Melissa would look like in wolf form, just imagine larger.
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