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The Song the Musical Note
The Song the Musical Note
Marilee
Legacy Name: Marilee
The
Darkmatter SheetaOwner: anime_kitty_24
Age: 19 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 23rd, 2006
Adopted: 19 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: June 23rd, 2006 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 12
- Strength: 18
- Defense: 15
- Speed: 30
- Health: 22
- HP: 22/22
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
There was once a tribe of people who all resided inside themselves. They were never alone, all listening to the song together. Each contributing their own voice to the strong melody inside each and every one of them. The song told them what to do, learning from every ones past experiences which were voiced to all that could hear it deep within themselves. Living inside yourself was a simple way of living, never referring to themselves, no bright colors or deep thoughts, just the strong yet gentle command of the song. They were a happy people, or they were until they were destroyed.
A strange group of people, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in everything around them, showed up and spread a plague throughout the tribe. The tribe rarely had sickness and they always stayed in their little group, so when this new disease started to spread they had no way to stop it. They just listened to the song, which had become notes of sadness and despair because of the incurable sickness and death going around the tribe.
A young darkmatter sheeta somehow managed to avoid the illness, but was still suffering through the grief in the song that echoed through her mind. Instead of letting her inner voice be mournful as well, she sang of hope and strong will, attempting to give her people the strength to defeat whatever it was that had swept through the small tribe. Her voice did help inspire some, yet her one soft melody of hope was extremely difficult to hear through the moans of pain. One by one, voice by voice left, leaving her song of hope the only sound that continued the majestic song that had always guided her people.
How is she supposed to know what to do when all she can hear is herself?
A strange group of people, with sharp eyes that seemed to take in everything around them, showed up and spread a plague throughout the tribe. The tribe rarely had sickness and they always stayed in their little group, so when this new disease started to spread they had no way to stop it. They just listened to the song, which had become notes of sadness and despair because of the incurable sickness and death going around the tribe.
A young darkmatter sheeta somehow managed to avoid the illness, but was still suffering through the grief in the song that echoed through her mind. Instead of letting her inner voice be mournful as well, she sang of hope and strong will, attempting to give her people the strength to defeat whatever it was that had swept through the small tribe. Her voice did help inspire some, yet her one soft melody of hope was extremely difficult to hear through the moans of pain. One by one, voice by voice left, leaving her song of hope the only sound that continued the majestic song that had always guided her people.
How is she supposed to know what to do when all she can hear is herself?
Birth Name: None
Known as: Marilee {Mar-y-lee} (Sounds like the note the members of the tribe sang when singing to her)
Gender: Female
Age: 20 (seems much younger)
Birthday: June 5 (World Environment Day)
Birthplace: Forest of the Song (Further details unknown)
Relationship Status: Single
Hair: Long; Goes to waist; Grey in color
Eyes: Violet; Distant; Seems to have no pupils
Height: 5’4â€
Body Structure: Skinny; Not extremely curvy; Wears her tribal outfit; Light purple spots on her shoulder - look almost like a tattoo; Very tan skin from being out in the wild
Power: The Song
Friends: No longer has any
Enemies: The illness that killed her Tribe
Career: None
Likes: Running
Loves: Music, Singing, Nature
Dislikes: Loud noises
Despises: The illness, people who are cruel to the environment
Greatest Fear: Loneliness
Personality: When she was part of the Tribe, she was a very outgoing and loving person. She was known to be the light in any darkness the Tribe came across – And it was just the same when the illness struck. She tried to give her people hope and the will to survive with her part of the Song. Sadly, she was overpowered by the moans of sorrow and she is the only one left of her Tribe.
Now she is a timid traveler in a world she’s never seen before. She hopes that somewhere along the line she’ll hear another voice join her in the Song and the Tribe will live again.
(Idea for story is loosely based off of books 3 & 4 of The Named Series by Clare Bell)
Favorite Song: Coldest Heart by The Classic Crime
Image: Sketch by me
Overlay by ChouChou
Known as: Marilee {Mar-y-lee} (Sounds like the note the members of the tribe sang when singing to her)
Gender: Female
Age: 20 (seems much younger)
Birthday: June 5 (World Environment Day)
Birthplace: Forest of the Song (Further details unknown)
Relationship Status: Single
Hair: Long; Goes to waist; Grey in color
Eyes: Violet; Distant; Seems to have no pupils
Height: 5’4â€
Body Structure: Skinny; Not extremely curvy; Wears her tribal outfit; Light purple spots on her shoulder - look almost like a tattoo; Very tan skin from being out in the wild
Power: The Song
Friends: No longer has any
Enemies: The illness that killed her Tribe
Career: None
Likes: Running
Loves: Music, Singing, Nature
Dislikes: Loud noises
Despises: The illness, people who are cruel to the environment
Greatest Fear: Loneliness
Personality: When she was part of the Tribe, she was a very outgoing and loving person. She was known to be the light in any darkness the Tribe came across – And it was just the same when the illness struck. She tried to give her people hope and the will to survive with her part of the Song. Sadly, she was overpowered by the moans of sorrow and she is the only one left of her Tribe.
Now she is a timid traveler in a world she’s never seen before. She hopes that somewhere along the line she’ll hear another voice join her in the Song and the Tribe will live again.
(Idea for story is loosely based off of books 3 & 4 of The Named Series by Clare Bell)
Favorite Song: Coldest Heart by The Classic Crime
Image: Sketch by me
Overlay by ChouChou