Melody Aims

Civilian Name- Melody Aims

Codename- Hidden Apathy

Gender- female Age- 18

Race/Ethnicity- caucasian Sexuality- bi-romantic, Asexual

Marital Status- Single Place of Origin (Home city, planet, etc)- Gotham, Earth Species- Human Personality- She’s a person that tends to give up easily, a bit of a slacker. She has a kind personality but she’s kinda neutral.

Relevant Family Members- Mother, Father.

Abilities- She has none.

Weapons (if any)- She holds a couple of guns that aren’t used. Part of her wonders if she’d ever have the courage to shoot those guns but another part of her begs her not to shoot it.

Friends or allies- N/A Enemies- School, teachers maybe. Maybe that stupid nice hero that tries to sort her out. Alright…maybe it’s kinda working.

Alignment (Hero, villain, antihero)- …villain?

Anything they’re known for?- Really, nothing yet.

Occupation- Student Appearance- She wears spiky blond hair, read glasses on her face. Pimples haven’t sorted themselves out yet, so they’re all over her face. Backstory/Origin- During high school, she was the middle of her class. Melody never really cared about her grades, but they came easily to her. She would always slide through the class and thus, she finally graduated high school and then her acceptance from Gotham University came in. Turns out, she had been accepted. The young women was partly happy. See…she was mostly apathetic towards a lot of things and the only thing that seemed interesting about college was moving away from her parents.

And then University came around and at first, she tried to ace her classes, but then she lost interest. Soon, the world seemed darker and she’d crawl into her bed, hide away from the world. Day after day, she’d look at her textbook, attempt the assignments and she’d just be getting by…getting a C+, which was the passing grade. Soon, however, the world got darker and she’d barely have the energy to get out of bed, let alone even try with the assignments and she wasn’t able to keep up. One day, she’d pick up the program catalogue that Gotham University held. She looked over and soon, she’d found the careers page. Her eyes peered at Gotham Crime Department. She slams close the book, runs over to her professor’s office and finds out that she failed.

For the first time, in maybe ever, she gave a shit about something. Begging couldn’t turn her grade around, though. However, she did suggest something… Turns out downstairs had been some sort of base for a super villain base. Melody’s eyes went wide when she sees the guns, the hidden cages that held people that the teacher did experiments on. Soon, Melody hanged her head. She looks at the teacher.

“Please…D-don’t make me do this,” she heard herself beg but sure enough, this was what she’d have to do if Melody ever wanted to pass criminology.