#{ muse:melody felix }

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MELODY FELIX

attending single

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Are you still in love with Isabel?

@crimsxnmuse

‘who?’

“Isabel? Are you naming my fucking taint?”

“ Isabel makes the best muffins - honestly. I don’t know if I’d say I have actually ever loved her though. ”

“ Damn.. was that my one night stand? “

“ Can’t believe you’re asking me this and standing in the way of line of sight. It’s complicated. I will always have a love for Isabel, and she will always have a love for Jaxon. That’s just how life is.”

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( adrianne palicki, 30, cisfemale, she/her ) Was that MELODY FELIX ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit INTIMIDATING & DISSOCIATED, but I also heard they can be CALCULATIVE & CONFIDENT. You’ll usually find them at THE DEN in their spare time, when they’re not being an MEDIC/EX-CRIMSON. You may want to keep an eye on that one !

Birth Name: Melody Anne Felix Birth Date: April 4th Sign:Aries MBTI: ESTP Age: 30 Height: 5′11 Occupation: Medic/Drug Dealer  (Past: Crimson/Den Fighter) Cover Occupation:Student/Tutor Affiliation: Faust Famiy: Markus Felix (civlian) Melody was born in New York City to a loving couple and an older brother. At one year her mother died, leaving her in the care of her father and elder brother. Her father trying to hold the house together became more absent as the days dragged on. Markus practically raised her from a toddler on.Their sibling bickering escalated from normal tiffs to ones that parents and children would have.

It hit a monstrous curve when she was in high school. Getting involved with the Faust sector in New York City. She transferred to Chicago when she turned 18 getting her cash by fighting close proximity in The Den.  At first she lied about her age, for people to take her seriously. Truth be told it wasn’t hard to fabricate herself being older, especially with her body build. Coming from the New York sect, she already had experience in the criminal underbelly. 

It took her three years of climbing before she got offered a job working as a crimson. That lasted seven years under the rule of Oliver Faust, until she grew bored of what it entailed. The killings, the beatings, the neck snapping, had become mundane and tedious to her. She approached the boss and spoke about her goals. It wasn’t that she wanted to leave or even get promoted - in fact some people saw it as a demotion to medic. 

It helped her case when she enrolled in medical school and told her brother that she was getting clean. That was the furthest thing from the truth. She’s been a medic for going on three years, taking the knowledge she learns from school and applying it. To make money on the side she dabbles in dealing any drugs a person could think of. Sometimes, she even indulges, but not before meeting her brother.  The change in position was overall in her favor, because she could spin a wider web to leave Markus away from the base of her problems.

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Melody moved through the bodies that had been sent her way. Normally Eva would insist on doing the work herself. Especially when it came to the people that passed through the medic suite. Her gaze flick over Daniel’s drained face with a twisted amused glint in her eyes. One time in her Faust past this would have been her coming through looking like death. Instinctively she carefully wrapped an arm around his waist and tried to hoist him up on top of one of the metal tables. “Alright lay back.” She murmured and dropped her gaze closer to the bullet wound. All the instruments had been sterilized and set on a tray right by the bed. It’s not like it was a rarity to have this injury come down below the mansion. Lips pursed together in a firm line, the corner of them twitch about to quirk an inappropriate joke about Sunday school. “Are you fearful of needles, Daniel?”

Grizzly scenes weren’t new to her. Hell, they hadn’t even been new to her when she moved to Chicago. The crucifixion scene within City Hall had even stopped her own blood cold. A nightmare of her childhood reenacted with real people. The crimson that dripped off their bodies wasn’t red wax or crimson paint as it may have been during a childhood play.