Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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May 29, 2018 10:51:47 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on May 29, 2018 10:51:47 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]Normally her father would have been at the gym, leaving Melody to prepare her own breakfast and go to school. That was her normal routine, and mostly she stuck to it. As long as she took her medication things usually followed that pattern, although frequently she got up too late to have a proper breakfast, and settled with a rushed bite on her way out of the door. She moved obediently over to him, letting him hug her, but not making any particular effort to return the gesture of affection. Medication or not, she was not in a good mood. Taking it late last night had meant that she hadn't been able to get to sleep until well after Melvin had gone to bed. She'd made sure to take it this morning.
The smell of blueberry pancakes filled the air, and Melody had to strive not to look like she was particularly enamoured at the thought of fresh pancakes for breakfast. In truth she was starving, and took a seat readily, pulling the foil off the plate slowly, in an attempt to look like she wasn't grateful for the food. Her less than disgruntled, "Thanks," gave the game away though.
She shrugged at the question, "Alright I guess. You?"
She didn't look at him as he continued to talk, instead focusing on the pancakes in front of her and rolling her eyes as the lecture began. They were good, even if they'd been made with pancake mix, and it was all she could do to resist wolfing them down as if she hadn't eaten in days. Instead she did her best to pick at them as if they were just barely passable, though her deception was likely entirely transparent to her father thanks to how quickly the pancakes were disappearing.
This wouldn't be the first time she had received this lecture or some variant of it, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. She looked up sharply as he suggested an essay. "What? You want me to write an essay?"
She was about to tell him exactly where he could stick his essay when he placed her phone and laptop on the line. Instead of another outburst, she subsided into sullen silence, really picking at her pancakes this time. Intellectually she could understand the validity of his decision. Even if she hated doing it, arguing for his point of view would undoubtedly make her think about it. No doubt he would expect sources and citations backing up her arguments, which would no doubt mean time spent in the library since he still had her laptop.
"When's it due?" She asked sarcastically.
The brochure, printed from her father's email she assumed, looked like an early version of what would surely one day be a glossy brochure for the Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy. She slapped it back down on the table after only a few pages.
"Are you kidding? You're really fucking considering this aren't you?"
He wanted to send her away, get her out of his hair. It was just like him to try and remove his distractions, if that's all she was to him. She felt her eyes begin to tear up, and blinked furiously. This was like that fucking hesitation, and all the giving her a choice when he had already made a decision. Her eyes already shifting to amber in response to her distress.
Like herself. He meant troublemakers, kids that didn't fit in. Kids that caused their parents too much trouble. She pushed the booklet roughly back across the table, not caring about the condition she left it in.
"I can't believe this is even an option for you."
She laughed once, despairingly, "Who am I kidding. Of course it is. Get me out of your hair. Stop embarrassing you, at least I'd be in a different state and you wouldn't have to see me every day."
She stood up angrily, palming roughly at her eyes. "I'm going to school."
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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May 16, 2018 19:10:00 GMT
Post by Melody Newton on May 16, 2018 19:10:00 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]There was always that pause, and Melody didn't know why. It drove her mad. Other parents could just say it. No pause, no hesitation. It was as if there was something else he was thinking about when he said it. Like he didn't really mean it, or something that was making him doubt whether he did.
This had bothered her since she'd been old enough to recognise the catch in his voice. Like she wasn't quite good enough for him to love her fully, like he was expecting something more from her. Her mother had died years ago, but people always told her how much she looked like her. Yet wasn't her. Maybe that was it, she was just a pale reflection of the woman her father had actually loved.
She stared out of the window. Not even responding to his question, her sullen expression enough of an answer. She was still like that when they pulled into the drive way, and she started as the engine of the car stopped. Maybe it was lucky her eyes were silver, with Melody the phrase look right through you was rather more accurate than usual.
She noticed the new alarm code, not enough to see what it was, but enough to know it had been changed. It wasn't a surprise, nor was the quiet confiscation of her phone and laptop.
She stared at his offer of a hug for a moment, half wanting to hug him tight, half wanting to simply turn her back on him. She compromised, and returned it with a one armed hug of her own, squeezing just a little. Then he said it again, and she stepped away, wrapping her arms around herself. She tightened her grip on the bag in her grip, refusing to take out her pills until he left, then doing so almost manically once he shut the door.
She sat down on the bed in relief, despite knowing that it would take some time for the medication to kick in. Her hands and arms felt like they were on fire, even to hug her dad had been searing agony. She whimpered as she heard him going to bed, and didn't move until she felt the drugs finally start to take effect.
Melody had not slept well, and the deep shadows beneath her eyes gave it away. As did her foul mood. She managed to shower and dress without hearing anything from her father, or seeing him, but he was waiting for her as she came down the stairs, wet hair dripping onto her top.
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Post by Melody Newton on May 7, 2018 17:53:04 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]She'd read the study. She'd been bored. Melvin had confiscated her phone and laptop for some infraction at school, so she'd read one of the few things in her room that she hadn't finished a dozen times already. It had been interesting enough, and for a brief time she'd considered quitting smoking. Then she'd fallen back into those habits, everyone she hung around with did it, it was just easier.
"Yeah yeah, I'm wasting my potential, you've said it before, I get it."
She was trying to be abrasive, but her heart wasn't in it. Tonight had been a shock. Since she'd developed her abilities she'd had a reduced sense of her own mortality, and she'd just been starkly reminded about how vulnerable she really was. She hadn't even had time to throw up a shield, and she wasn't even sure if it would have done anything to help protect her.
No shit. She would do her best not to involve herself in a car crash in the near future, but she knew he meant more than that. He'd never met her friends, but he had at least a rough idea of them thanks to a number of meetings with the Principal, usually with Melody sat outside the office. He'd never explicitly said that she'd fallen in with the wrong crowd, but she was pretty sure he thought it.
Her hands were slowly starting to heat up, she knew it was a result of her condition, but she still found it hard to resist the urge to press them against the air conditioning blowers. The faint burning sensation was starting to spread up her wrists and forearms now, and she shifted a little in her seat.
"Whatever."
That one would not be making her top ten comebacks list. She fell silent, and they drove a little more before she found her voice again. "Thanks… I guess…"
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Post by Melody Newton on May 7, 2018 15:32:58 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]She rolled her eyes at the intoxicating substances jibe. They'd all been high, but she was the one who'd managed to wrap the car around a lamp post. She didn't say it, but she knew how close she'd come to being seriously injured, the fact that she had escaped with nothing worse than a mild concussion was nothing short of a miracle.
"Jeez dad I'm not a fucking idiot."
She knew he hated it when she cussed, it was the primary reason that she did it.
The catch though, she'd noticed that, and she glanced at him for the first time since he'd collected her from the station. His expression hadn't changed, and she wondered briefly if she'd imagined that catch in his tone. She looked away before he could meet her gaze, staring out at the flicker of passing streetlights as they accelerated smoothly down the road.
"Yeah, well I'm not dead and I'm not going to go to jail, I'll get like, community service or something at worst. Fuck you're so dramatic."
She scratched her fingernails against the plastic beneath the window, trying to pretend that she wasn't in the car with her father having just been caught doing something highly illegal. She dearly wished that she hadn't crashed the car, or asked to drive, or helped the guys break into it, or…
It was too late now though, wishes weren't going to change anything, and she knew she would doubtless end up hanging out with them once she'd forgiven them for ditching her. After all, Aidan was the one who hooked her up with weed. Where else was she going to get that. If she hadn't crashed she'd still have that in her back pocket. She wasn't stupid enough to smoke it in the house, but she'd at least have had it if she needed it.
She felt a faint warmth begin to spread across her palms, and tucked them into the sleeves of her hoody, trying not to reveal her discomfort to Melvin. Her pills were in the plastic bag of belongings that the police had confiscated for her stay, and she wasn't going to display weakness to the man that had come to pick her up. She hadn't taken them in too long, and she knew she would regret not saying anything, but she was too stubborn to ask for his help. [attr="class","nikki103"]397 | | |
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Post by Melody Newton on May 6, 2018 22:26:55 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]Melody had been waiting for longer than she reasonably should have. Which was probably the point. There were several other teens in the cell with her, although none of them were the group she'd been in the car with. At least one of them had called the emergency services, the cops had told her in the car on the way to the station. She wasn't sure whether to feel touched or pissed. After all, she'd been uninjured, she could have walked away from the wreck if she'd had an extra few minutes to recover.
At least they hadn't completely abandoned her; she wondered who had chickened out first. She bet Cassandra had called the cops though.
She rubbed her wrists now that the cuffs had been taken off. She was smart enough not to look to her father for sympathy, instead massaging some sensation back into her hands. She winced, she was pretty sure they didn't have to put them on as tight as she had. She was pretty sure that the cops had only done so because of the clearly metahuman colour of her eyes.
It was that he wasn't shouting, she would have preferred it if he was shouting. Things would have been a lot easier if he'd been angry. This cold, even neutrality was the worst thing that could have happened, but it was exactly what she expected. It was what always happened. No matter what. He was always so damned calm, so in control. She felt it was the only tone she ever heard him use.
He barely spoke to her on the way out, and she remained silent, glaring at every cop they walked past. Fantasising idly about setting them on fire as they left. She didn't of course, she might be a delinquent, but she wasn't about to undertake assault.
In the car she stared sullenly out of the window as they pulled out into the road. She didn't appreciate how quiet the engine was, especially when he continued with that damn controlled tone. She wanted to lash out, wanted to scream, shout, fire her eye beams through the windscreen, anything that would make him react in some way other than that calm, even tone.
She knew better. She leaned her forehead across the cool glass of the window. Her tone was morose, "Guess I need some driving lessons…"
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
ALIAS
Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Post by Melody Newton on May 5, 2018 20:23:56 GMT
[attr="class","nikki98"] [attr="class","nikki99"] I NEED TO COME DOWN [attr="class","nikki100"] [attr="class","nikki101"]SEEMS LIKE THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WENT AND LOST ITS MIND [attr="class","nikki102"]AND ALL MY CHILDHOOD HEROES HAVE FALLEN OFF OR DIED [attr="class","nikki109"]It was late, the sun going down, and Melody hadn't bothered going home. Her phone buzzed again, she didn't even bother looking at the screen, simply turning it over to dismiss the call from her father. Aidan rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a Ziploc bag of weed. That was the main reason they were all here, and why they had been hanging around here for a few hours.
"Was that your Dad again."
She giggled, "Who else? For a guy who got a degree at 16 he's fucking stupid sometimes."
Aidan was rolling another joint; he carefully licked the edge of the paper, sticking it down and finishing off the cigarette. He held it up on the end and looked towards Melody with glazed eyes. He was almost as high as she was, despite his advantage in height and weight. He called her name.
Her eyes, amber, struggled to focus on the end of the cigarette, and then they flared brighter, almost golden. For a split second they were linked to the tip of the joint by a perfectly straight line of light so bright it hurt the eyes. A moment later it was gone, leaving everyone rubbing their eyes to get rid of the after-image seared into their retinas.
The end of the cigarette glowed red. It was flashy, but it worked. Aidan took a long drag on the joint before passing it around the small group of students. He was the oldest of the group, in twelfth grade, and the one that most of them relied on for their weed. He'd provided the small bag that Melody had hidden in her room. He rolled another, tossing it over to Melody, who tucked it into her back pocket.
"You've saved me so much in lighters I totally owe you a free hit this time."
She giggled, "Thaaaanks…"
Of course it had been Aidan's idea, everything was usually Aidan's idea. He was the defacto leader of their little group, and it was rare when someone didn't go along with his ideas. A few people had chickened out of this one, and it was just the hardcore crew left now. Aidan, Alex, Cassandra, and, of course, Melody.
She was sitting with her eyes closed, Alex tapped her shoulder, "Come on Melody."
"Shut up." She muttered back, then opened her eyes to display one amber and one silver, glinting faintly as they caught the yellow light from the street lamps. She held out a hand and a small knife materialised in her fingers. Somehow it caught a light that wasn't there, glinting gold at the edges.
Slipping it under the yellow painted metal that adorned the steering wheel, she levered the lock open, parting the solid material like butter.
Aidan pulled open the steering column and pulled out a tangle of wires, sorting through them until he found the ones he wanted. A minute later the car rumbled to life, and the teens cheered as the pulled out into the road.
Melody was feeling woozy. She'd asked for a go behind the wheel, and Aidan, after some pressure, had finally allowed himself to be convinced.
She was regretting it now that she'd wrapped it around a street light. She slowly looked over to the others, to discover only empty seats. The airbags had inflated, and were going down slowly now, she must have been unconscious for at least a couple of minutes. She gingerly reached up to her head, felling her neck and cranium with her long fingers. She couldn't feel anything untoward.
She should probably get out of the car before the cops showed up. As if on cue, she heard the sound of sirens.
"Shit."
The paramedics had checked her out and cleared her, the cops had searched her, and found the joint in her back pocket. That was why she was cuffed to the bench she was sitting on. They'd read her the Miranda rights, slung her in the back of their car, and when they'd got to the station, they called her father.
She looked up when she recognised his footsteps.
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Some Princes Don't Become Kings
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Eclipse
CLASSIFICATION
Blaster
POWER
Ocular Light Manipulation
AGE
15
Student
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Post by Melody Newton on May 5, 2018 16:15:57 GMT
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ALIAS // Eclipse
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Fifteen
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Female
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Civilian
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Melody doesn't like to dress up, probably as a direct result of her protective, or as she would term it, overprotective father. She'll dress as casually as possible unless explicitly instructed, and even then it would be under protest. You can often find her lounging around in yoga pants, mini-skirts, and all the other kinds of outfits that often scream 'I have daddy issues'.
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GENERAL[break][break]
Melody is tall for her age at 5 foot 5 inches and has that gangly, slightly awkward look of a girl who hasn't quite grown into her body yet. She could be called skinny, and that is reflected in her face, with slightly angular, almost pointed features. Her fingers are long and dexterous, pianist's fingers, which is appropriate, thanks to her father. Interestingly, and relatively rarely for a metahuman, Melody's appearance changes when using her powers, appearing either amber or silver. This aspect of her abilities can also shift depending on her mood or emotional state.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Melody has dived headfirst into her rebellious teenage phase, and has shown no signs of surfacing. She is extremely resentful of her father, and bringing him up is likely to leave the guilty party regretting their decision. Simply mentioning that he might disapprove of something is usually enough to push her over the edge and into a decision that she might regret later. Not least amongst her crimes rank sneaking out late at night, underage drinking and smoking weed on school premises.
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Disrespectful and lazy, Melody is every teacher's worst nightmare. Too lazy and cocky to ever do any work, and smart enough to tie most of them up in knots when they try to challenge her. That cockiness, and a confidence in both her own abilities and her intelligence often digs her deeper when really she should have stopped talking.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Melody never really knew her mother. She was less than two years old when a drunk driver hit the car her parents were driving in, killing Katherine Newton and leaving her father with a permanent limp. Many of her later issues can be traced back to that fateful night. As she grew up it became rapidly more obvious that she was her father's daughter, displaying intelligence and ability far beyond her years.
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Her father was of course delighted and cultivated this quality in her. This only became another part of his parenting that she came to resent, feeling that she could never quite live up to his expectations, and pushing in the opposite direction as a result. This wasn't helped when she was diagnosed with ADHD, and she struggled with this well into her middle school years. It was about the time that they started to take control of this challenge with medication and self-discipline that she started to complain of pain and increased sensitivity across her body.
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Perhaps it was fortunate that she had a gifted and influential Doctor for a father. She was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia within a matter of months, but dealing with the ramifications of that would last for a lot longer. She was already on medication for her ADHD, now she had to add a whole host of other pills. It added yet more restrictions to her life, and she slowly began to rebel against her protective father.
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In truth Melody could likely have equalled or even exceeded her father in achievements by her age, but has been held back by what turned out to be severe ADHD, and, more recently, a refusal to meet her father's expectations. With a loss of confidence that she can live up to his wishes for her, she has found it easier to not even attempt them at all. Now she even goes so far as to directly oppose his wishes, including sneaking out after curfew to hang with her friends, and even getting high on school grounds.
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She is currently in high school thanks to her latest method of defying her father, which is to intentionally fail her exams. In truth she could have graduated already, but her unwillingness to follow in her father's footsteps is yet another sore spot for both of them. Instead she truants classes and gets involved with a crowd that she would probably be better off without.
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ABILITY[break][break]
Melody's abilities are, rather unusually, reflected physically. Her eyes have the ability to reflect and focus light in very specific ways. If you are familiar enough with her then you can see which ability she is about to use simply by looking at her eyes. They change according to the ability she is using. These abilities are threefold, but nonetheless inseparably linked to each other.
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When her irises are amber they glow very faintly, and she can channel and project that power into ranged blasts. When focused the heat these beams can produce is immense, capable of melting through steel when focused. She can vary the strength and focus of these beams and can use them with the kind of precision that would allow her to light a cigarette ten feet away without damaging the person holding it.
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The secondary aspect of her abilities could not be more different. Her eyes shift in hue from a golden amber glow to a faint silver, those who look closely can even see a faint crescent shape which appears to respond to the phases of the moon. Her abilities in this form are wildly different, instead of projecting beams from her eyes, she can conjure defensive force fields capable of stopping a mid-size family sedan before giving way. Though these force fields are not generated from her eyes, at least not directly, she does need to be able to see them to maintain them. These shields can apparently take any form, but are easier to produce in slightly curved planes or complete spheres. They seem to act almost entirely effectively as a defence, no physical objects can pass through the field, and while oxygen can, some unknown process appears to filter out harmful gases.
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Melody's tertiary and final ability is a combination of the previous two. Her eyes shift and change until one is amber and the second is silver. In this form her abilities are considerably different, though clearly related. Instead of manifesting independent force fields she can manifest what appears to be a faintly shield of light that is partially translucent, she can change the size and shape of this shield with relative ease, but it must remain attached to her to do this. Secondly, she can generate a golden glowing weapon, this typically takes the form of a simple sword, but she has demonstrated the ability to manifest axes, mauls and spears with similar effects.
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LIMITS[break][break]
Melody's eye beams can cut through steel up to three inches thick with relative ease, and materials thicker if given enough time. They can be partially deflected by mirrored surfaces, but as mirrors do not truly reflect 100% of all light, she can eventually penetrate them as well.
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Her force fields can stop a mid-size sedan dead at high speed, but would likely dissipate from the force of the impact afterwards. She can maintain up to four of these force fields, but needs to be able to see them in order to maintain them. She can move them once she has created them, but not at a greater speed than a fast walking pace.
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When armed with shield and sword the capabilities of both her abilities are drastically changed. Her shield can still absorb significant damage, but large impacts can still cause damage to the arm that holds it. She also has to effectively hold it, someone with enough strength or leverage could knock it from her hands which would result in it disappearing almost immediately. [break][break]
Her weapon is composed of solid light, and the edges of the blade appear to be far sharper than any blade has any right to be. With a combination of this mono-molecular sharpness and the extreme heat it emits on contact with a material she can cut through modern body armour with ease. It can maintain its form for a short time if she lets go, but not long.
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She can switch between each ability relatively quickly, but it requires her to close her eyes and focus for up to thirty seconds. It can be relatively easy to distract this focus, from something as simple as a sudden loud noise, to sudden pain. They can also shift without warning depending on her emotional state, though this is rarely when she is actively engaged in using her ability. [break][break]
WEAKNESSES[break][break]
In order for both her secondary and tertiary abilities to function she needs to be able to see them. Once they have left her field of view they will start to weaken immediately, and if she cannot see them at all they will disappear in a matter of seconds. This does not prevent her from blinking, but these constructs will weaken for the fraction of a second that she cannot see them. [break][break] This extends to her primary ability, as Melody uses her eyes to reflect and focus light, if there is no light present she is completely powerless, however, she is able to use her abilities at near full strength even in low light environments. [break][break]
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