Melar

Well, when one came down the path towards town, they'd hear that arrogant, feminine voice that nobody could ignore for long. When one could catch up to her, first thing to be noticed was the black and red streaked hair that fell to just beyond her shoulders, the red streaks curled and the black streaks straight. Her body was covered by a black leather biker's jacket that conveniently ended at her waist, to show off those tight black leather pants, studs on all the seams. She was rambling on about something to herself. When the 'ell they gonna get their asses oveh 'ere? I've been waitin all freakin day... She gave a growl to finish that statement, hands moving to pull that black cop's hat from her head, moving to let it hang off a branch, showing off that red badge on the front that said, "Just your typical badass." Then she turned around to see that she had a witness, and she gave a feral grin. Her face was very unusual, the high cheekbones of the Native Americans, the tilted eyes of the oriental races, the bronze skin of the middleast, and to top it off, she had pupils like a cats, slitted pupiled amber green eyes that could only source from the Spanish and Native American ancestry she had. "Bonjour, how can I serve thee?" She was an odd one, and then that jacket was brushed back by long fingers, showing the fingerless black leather gloves, and the black, cotton tank top that said I Want You in bold, red, calligraphy at the top, a picture of a nicely built man with only a pair of denim cutoffs on, then in small print at the bottom, towards her waist, it said "To get away from me."

    Well, Jessica had been your perfect little catholic girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, shy as a mouse. She was as bright and quick as lightening, getting straight A's all through her school years, hell, she was signed up for the best college in the country. She was everybody's friend, but she never dreamed of ever being anything more.
       Well, our lovable little Jessica didn't have boyfriends, she just had friends. Well, she thought she had friends. That was until the day of the "incident", when she came home sobbing, clothes ripped, hair amiss. Nobody believed that someone would rape her, not even her closest "friends", they all thought she was lying her socks off.
       She found out that Daddy was a lying, violent, drunk. Everytime she brought up the subject she'd get beat, and she spent months lying for Daddy. She tried to talk to her mother, after all, everyone has a mom that can make everything all better, right? Wrong, Jessica's mother would refuse to talk about it and tell her father, causing yet more bruises to poor Jessica's pale skin.
       So she gave up, she figured it wasn't worth trying to tell the truth when her world was filled with lies. She never finished her senior year, instead she dropped out. She used Daddy's money to change her looks, dyed her hair red and black then had someone curl the red streaks. She also used Daddy's money to surgically change her eyes and features, lord only knows what she did to change her skin tone, but one can bet she used Daddy's money. She went from wearing all the popular clothing that revealed next to nothing, to wearing ripped jeans, studded leather, and biker jackets. She got her tongue, lip, and nipples pierced, all on Daddy's money.
       She became the opposite of what she once was, even going to the point of being known for being easy. The one thing she never did though, was drugs, for some reason, even as angry as she was, it never appealed to her. She was still a good girl at heart. Well, shortly after she turned 19 she moved out, if anybody had gone into her room, she'd even taken her diaries, her books, and her model horses. Needless to say, nobody had gone into her room after she vanished.
       Nobody back home knew or cared about what happened to her, and that was exactly how she liked it. She was starting a new life, not understanding what she was getting into when she stumbled upon the village. It was such dense forestry, and hard to notice where city began and forest ended, but the next thing she knew. She was surrounded by none other than the infamous wood elves. She was a lucky one, instead of being killed off, they kept her around, for some reason. She learned the language, but she refuses to speak it now. Well, except for her name, she changed her name to Melar, Lover, for her own reasons. Well, after being set on her feet here, she soon moved on as well, finding the mellow life of the elves far from her calling in life.
       She's now settled in a tavern of her own, the past is the past. She only kept this lifestyle, this wild and free, leather and metal lifestyle because it was fun. She's always up for fun, after all, it's the way she ran her life. She was hardly ever calm and quiet, but when she was, you could bet she was reading. She did miss a few things about her home, one of which being the music, but we won't get into that.