Post by Melrosie Marshal on Jul 31, 2010 9:28:22 GMT -8
Melrose Anne Marshal
The Flash Of Oceanside.[/center]
Junior Year Schedule
Period 0: Musical Theatre
Period 1: History of the Gifted
Period 2:Physics
Period 3: Calculus
Period 4: Junior English
Period 5:US History
Period 6: Ethnical Use of Powers
Period 7:Drama 2
Period 8:Physical Training
( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Melrose Anne Marshal.
( Nickname )[/color] Mel, Speedy Gonzalous, Rose, Melly, Rosie, Rosalie, Melman, Melrosie. The list is truely endless.
( Age )[/color] Age 17.
( Birthdate )[/color] December 5th, 1993.
( Sex )[/color] Female.
( Hometown )[/color] New York City, New York.
( Class )[/color] Junior.
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight.
( Played By )[/color] Taylor Swift.
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Superhuman Speed. Both physically and mentally. Not only is Melrose able to travel fast, but she is also able to decipher common arithmetic and calculations at abnormal speed. Though this is only an academic thing. When it comes to social situations, for example, Melrose deals just like everyone else.
( Type of Power )[/color] Physical.
( Weakness )[/color] The loss of energy, becoming tired. If Melrose is too tired for a simple, regular jog or math problem, there is no way she can super speed.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] She has heroic tendencies. However her father is pulling on her to rethink it.
( Personality )
Melrose is an exceedingly ambitious, organized, type- A, straight- A, kind of gal. Many might call her a teacher's pet, which Melrose won't deny. If being a suck-up to the professors helps get you an A in the class then that's exactly what Melrose is going to do. (It also helps when you're able to do all your homework in 15 minutes every night, but that's beside the point). She will do whatever it takes to come out victorious. She can be extremely competitive when the time comes.
She runs her life in a strict schedule, from the moment she wakes to the second she falls asleep. Everything is, and only is, in black and white. No exceptions.
As well, Melrose is quite the people-watcher. She likes to get an idea of a person before she considers them more than an acquaintance. To the side, Melrose sometimes likes to toy with the thought of what each possible friend will help her achieve in the future.
To add, appearance is very important to Melrose. She knows many judge a book based on its cover. She will always have her hair and makeup nicely done as well a nice outfit to match. She simply cannot leave the house without doing so. To her, you are what you wear.
Above all though, Melrose likes to please. All she really wants is to be wanted. By her peers. And especially by her father. Her father is constantly in and out of her life and she feels it is her duty as a daughter to keep him pleased to the best of her ability. As well, to a lesser extent, does she feel the same with everyone else. Keep in mind though that this is an initiative feeling. If someone were to give Melrose a reason not to like them, she'll easily write them off like a bad check (in most cases, this applies if that said someone is standing in the way of her and a goal).
She runs her life in a strict schedule, from the moment she wakes to the second she falls asleep. Everything is, and only is, in black and white. No exceptions.
As well, Melrose is quite the people-watcher. She likes to get an idea of a person before she considers them more than an acquaintance. To the side, Melrose sometimes likes to toy with the thought of what each possible friend will help her achieve in the future.
To add, appearance is very important to Melrose. She knows many judge a book based on its cover. She will always have her hair and makeup nicely done as well a nice outfit to match. She simply cannot leave the house without doing so. To her, you are what you wear.
Above all though, Melrose likes to please. All she really wants is to be wanted. By her peers. And especially by her father. Her father is constantly in and out of her life and she feels it is her duty as a daughter to keep him pleased to the best of her ability. As well, to a lesser extent, does she feel the same with everyone else. Keep in mind though that this is an initiative feeling. If someone were to give Melrose a reason not to like them, she'll easily write them off like a bad check (in most cases, this applies if that said someone is standing in the way of her and a goal).
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] Melrose is incredibly ambitious and driven. She knows how to set her eyes on a prize. Whatever it takes, Melrose is in it to win it.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Along with such ambition comes a streak of stubborn attitude. Melrose doesn't like to be told she's wrong and isn't a very flexible person. On top of that, she can sometimes come off pompous or snotty. Melrose isn't a total snob but she won't hesitate in letting you know when she wins something. Add all these together and Melrose sometimes has a tough time keeping friends.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] Underneath the zealous attitude and tough shell, Melrose is really a softy and at times very sensitive. She cries a lot. Though never in public.
As an influenced, upcoming villain, Melrose likes to pretend she's already accomplished multiple crimes. These claims however are not true. Melrose has yet to do anything illegal.
(That's about as dark as I can think of right now! xD)
( Reputation )[/color] Melrose is the composed one. She always keeps it together (in public, mind you).
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Lilly Anne Marshal. Age: 50. Job: Hair Stylist.
Melrose is incredibly close to her mother. Though fearful for her daughter's future as a gifted, Lilly Marshal is completely excepting and providing. Melrose often reaches for her mom's comfort and advice in private. She makes sure to talk to her everyday somehow, especially now that she is boarding clear across the country.
( Father )[/b][/color] Martin John Marshal. Age: 55. Job: Casino CEO.
Melrose has little, to sometimes no, contact with her father during the year, as he is stationed year round in Las Vegas. Ever since she was little though, Melrose has always looked up to him and from him draws her ambitious feat. However, Martin Marshal has a reputation in the business world as a backstabbing, thieving kind of guy. He's even been arrested a couple of times for said acts of crime. Whenever he does get to talk to Melrose, he influences her to use her gift to do the same. And Melrose, from a young age, has always believed if she follows his orders that only then will he really accept her, setting the stage for her own life of crime. Despite his dark history though, Martin Marshal still rolls in the dough from his long line of successful casinos.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Holden Dan Marshal. Age: 16.
A total goof-ball. Holden contrasts to Melrose perfectly. They're like night and day. She loves him to death. Not to mention, Holden is gifted as well. And unlike Melrose, he is uninfluenced by his criminal of a dad.
( Any Other)[/b][/color] Miles Mary Adams. Age: 18.
Melrose's cousin. A non-gifted who lives back in New York. She can tell him anything. Miles is one of the few people Melrose is comfortable crying around. He means the world to her. Her best friend.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] Who needs a car when you can run faster than one?
( Phone )[/b][/color] Red Blackberry.
( Music )[/b][/color] An Orange Ipod Nano with some wrecked, white headphones.
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] Melrose really loves her jewelry, so she's usually wearing some form of it. For a good-luck charm, she always wears her cousin, Miles', thread braided necklace that he had bought for her when their families took a trip to Hawaii some years back.
(Sample)
"You really didn't have to drive me." Melrose mumbled. Her face pushed up against the car window as she watched the scenery roll by.
"Oh, right. And let you super zoom your way there?" her friend laughed, giving her a quick glance from watching the road.
"Well, no. But I could take a plane. That would only take hours, driving takes days."
"Come on Rose, I wanted to do this. I'm not going to get to see you much anymore and I feel like this would be a nice, last hurrah. Now don't ruin it with the moping, alright?" Miles ordered. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Melrose had been acting rather odd this whole road trip, which he usually in the past could accept. But the fact that this was their last one made it tough. Melrose's father had flew back from Las Vegas a couple of days ago to wish her good blessings on her time at Oceanside, an elite boarding school for the gifted. That, and also because he had a mandatory client meeting with some business of some sort that weekend, and well, it all just happened to work out that way. Melrose however didn't think of it like that. She and her good ole' dad went and had a private breakfast the morning before she departed. Miles knew that "snake" had said something to her. He just knew it.
"I'm really going to miss you, Miles." Melrose rolled her head on the window to now face him in the driver's seat. "I don't know how life is going to be without you."
"Rose, please. I'll still be in your life. You can call me every night if you want. Besides you wanted to do this, this whole boarding school thing. You have a gift, Melrose. You're special. You should learn how to use it to your fullest ability, and frankly I think this is the best decision to make in doing so." He was always good at consoling her. But this time he not only had to comfort her, but himself. Although he wasn't showing it, Miles was going to miss Melrose too. Deeply.
***
The red, SUV finally rolled its way into the Oceanside parking lot. Melrose rolled down the window, sticking nearly half of herself out, straining to take in as much of the campus as possible. Miles demanded she get back in the car, in fear she would fall out and hurt herself, but even he was in awe. The place was beautiful.
After endless unloading of belongings and suitcases, Miles gave one last look at his cousin. The two went silent. He focused on memorizing her as she was now, trying to take a mental photograph. The two of them had never been apart for so long and although today's technology could keep them in touch easily, it would never really be the same.
Miles felt his face turn red and warm. He took a moment to stare at the ground and try to collect himself, but when he looked back up at her, he could see Melrose was crying too.
"Melrose-"
She quickly latched onto him, tightly embracing him. Her sobs drenching his shoulder. He continued, mid-hug.
"Melrose, you're going to make me cry. Look. It's going to be okay, I promise. You're going to like it here, I promise. I promise, okay?" She let go, still holding on to you one of his hands. Melrose wiped her drooping mascara with the back of her other. Her swollen face was a bright pinky-red.
"No promises, Miles."
And then he let go of his grip, backing up to his car and opening the driver's door. Melrose remained on the curb next to her luggage, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again.
"No promises, Melrose." he echoed back. Miles slid into his seat and turned on the ignition. The loud rumbling of the car, blocking out his thoughts. He looked through the windshield to see her still staring at him. He forced a smile and then pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from not only his cousin, but his best friend.
"Oh, right. And let you super zoom your way there?" her friend laughed, giving her a quick glance from watching the road.
"Well, no. But I could take a plane. That would only take hours, driving takes days."
"Come on Rose, I wanted to do this. I'm not going to get to see you much anymore and I feel like this would be a nice, last hurrah. Now don't ruin it with the moping, alright?" Miles ordered. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Melrose had been acting rather odd this whole road trip, which he usually in the past could accept. But the fact that this was their last one made it tough. Melrose's father had flew back from Las Vegas a couple of days ago to wish her good blessings on her time at Oceanside, an elite boarding school for the gifted. That, and also because he had a mandatory client meeting with some business of some sort that weekend, and well, it all just happened to work out that way. Melrose however didn't think of it like that. She and her good ole' dad went and had a private breakfast the morning before she departed. Miles knew that "snake" had said something to her. He just knew it.
"I'm really going to miss you, Miles." Melrose rolled her head on the window to now face him in the driver's seat. "I don't know how life is going to be without you."
"Rose, please. I'll still be in your life. You can call me every night if you want. Besides you wanted to do this, this whole boarding school thing. You have a gift, Melrose. You're special. You should learn how to use it to your fullest ability, and frankly I think this is the best decision to make in doing so." He was always good at consoling her. But this time he not only had to comfort her, but himself. Although he wasn't showing it, Miles was going to miss Melrose too. Deeply.
***
The red, SUV finally rolled its way into the Oceanside parking lot. Melrose rolled down the window, sticking nearly half of herself out, straining to take in as much of the campus as possible. Miles demanded she get back in the car, in fear she would fall out and hurt herself, but even he was in awe. The place was beautiful.
After endless unloading of belongings and suitcases, Miles gave one last look at his cousin. The two went silent. He focused on memorizing her as she was now, trying to take a mental photograph. The two of them had never been apart for so long and although today's technology could keep them in touch easily, it would never really be the same.
Miles felt his face turn red and warm. He took a moment to stare at the ground and try to collect himself, but when he looked back up at her, he could see Melrose was crying too.
"Melrose-"
She quickly latched onto him, tightly embracing him. Her sobs drenching his shoulder. He continued, mid-hug.
"Melrose, you're going to make me cry. Look. It's going to be okay, I promise. You're going to like it here, I promise. I promise, okay?" She let go, still holding on to you one of his hands. Melrose wiped her drooping mascara with the back of her other. Her swollen face was a bright pinky-red.
"No promises, Miles."
And then he let go of his grip, backing up to his car and opening the driver's door. Melrose remained on the curb next to her luggage, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again.
"No promises, Melrose." he echoed back. Miles slid into his seat and turned on the ignition. The loud rumbling of the car, blocking out his thoughts. He looked through the windshield to see her still staring at him. He forced a smile and then pulled out of the parking lot. Driving away from not only his cousin, but his best friend.
