Melodia

Melodia (pre-fall) would have been the class flirt, passing notes and trying to score dates with anyone she could. Mel: "Oh...you were fun to date for a while but I've moved on." Boy/Girl: "It's only been a week since we started dating!?" As for school? A private school because she would love the uniform but only to wear improperly.

#4) I sometimes see people in game who I see posting here a lot and in my head squee like a superfan seeing a celebrity. I've passed some folks and literally stopped dead in my tracks just to look at them (Jancis, Edda, Ciel...just a few that spring to mind) and then bolt because I'm too scared to say hi. "They wouldn't dare speak to someone of my lesser rp status." That's what goes through my head. Irrational as hell but that's they my silly brain works.

Ten Suns After the Fall Gasping for breath she awoke, laying in a soft bed, the sounds of a bath bubbling nearby. She was in a bedroom and dressed in sleepwear. As she caught her breath she looked around confused, sweat covering her face. She caught sight of a large piece of paper with the words, in large bold ink: READ THIS WHEN YOU WAKE UP She picked up the paper and read the lighter text underneath: Don't panic. You won't remember, but your name is Melodia D'janz. You've had an accident and your memories are...broken. Your task today is to remain calm, head to the market in town and purchase a journal. Nothing fancy, but a sturdy one. One that will last. Purchase it and begin to write down things that you learn, people you meet, places you go. And keep the journal close. This will be your memory book. Because when you wake tomorrow, you will forget. Keep it close...keep it safe. Melodia looked around the room and stood, walking with a strained face, one trying hard to concentrate, and opened the divider to the other half of her room. On the table she saw the journal, opened and a pen lying inside and she saw she'd begun to make an entry....about herself. Sitting next to the journal was a ring, a bonding ring and she picked it up with a frown. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she saw fading bruises and wondered how they'd gotten there and why her body ached. Her red hair was a mess and she wondered whether a haircut was in order at some point. It felt like hours had passed, the waves of confusion and lost memories flooding her. She sat down on the sofa and took the pen, looking at the ring before jotting down notes on the page, confused by her state and wondering how she was going to cope with this. She paused and looked around. It was familiar and yet not. She stood and wondered how long she'd been like this and decided that today was the last day she would wake up like this. She walked back to the bed and crumpled the paper up and tossing it into the trash. She sat back down and began to take notes, jotting down details and questions and other thoughts, knowing she would never wake to a piece of paper like that again.

Floria - Was a client when I was a counselor

T'caska - Was a client when I was a counselor

Nebula - Was a client when I was a counselor

Melodia D'janz - This is YOU! I am she. She is you. Look into a mirror. Was a counselor of some sort, found a list of clients in the room Was a pirate, a thief Home in Lavender Beds -Something about the Yellowjackets (enemy? friend?) -The prostitutes and women looking for sex make me uneasy. I am not sure why. it's not fear, but something too familiar about them. This is not a good thing. -I found a ring. It's in your jacket pocket. A bonding ring. No one else lives with you. Who it belongs to is unknown. (Vetiver confirmed you were married to someone but name unknown.) -You will not remember when you wake. Read the journal upon waking. DO NOT FORGET!! -Try to find a cure! -Vetiver says you were a big flirt. (I am so embarrassed to know this...)

Vetiver - Au Ra female White hair Glasses, oval Pleasant demeanor Was a client when I was a counselor Has a pet kitten (Kazuko) -One of the clients! -Says she is a friend -Seems trustworthy -Mentioned healing ability (not able to cure my ailment!) -Does not know who the bonding ring belongs to -Says we were supposed to go out on a date! -Seems to genuinely care -Trust her!

OOC- So after roleplaying, it was expressed to me that the other person wondered what Melodia could be writing down in her journal, which is a key item on her now and is frequently used. I thought it'd be fun to maybe give a glimpse of what Mel writes in it and what she notes about the people she encounters. I am loving playing Melodia in this direction and hope to see many entries here as she meets more people and remembers others. EDIT: Also, additions to entries may be made as rp progresses as she learns more each interaction. Also, minimal entries denote folks she has names of but cannot recall them. The clients are just names to her and not faces. She needs to piece things back together with them.

Looks. "Good to go." *Rolls credits.*

Hi. I'm an rp'er but I'm in my spouse's FC, which is tiny and has like four of us total. No one rp's in my FC. I do gaming content with them. But...it there are any FC's that are out there that don't mind, I'm looking for one that wouldn't mind letting me join in on their company rp, sort of like an honorary member or something. I feel embarrassed for even asking but thought I'd throw it out there. PM me if you like. Thank you.

Don't worry, Eva will take one for the team, and eat Edda's clam. Oh....oh my! :lol:

Three Suns After the Fall She awoke trying to scream, her eyes wide with panic, and yet only a harsh gasp and a heavy painful cough came, wracking her body as she tried to sit up. As she collapsed back and wheezed, her senses began to focus. She was clearly in a bed, that much she was sure of. She had been sweating, and the sheen of it was clear as her chest heaved, each breath painful and taxing. As she scanned the room with minimal movement, she caught sight of an elderly woman sitting across what appeared to be a small hut. She was in a set of gray robes and her hood was lowered, showing her white hair, and she rocked in a small wooden chair, knitting something indiscernible. She smiled softly and didn't look up as she continued knitting, rocking the chair as though this were a normal occurrence. "Relax...you're still recovering, dear. Likely to hurt y'self sitting up like that." Her voice was kind but weathered. She breathed deeply as she lay there, red hair spilled out beneath her head. Her voice finally came but was a husky whisper. "Wh-what happened to me?" She gulped painfully. The elderly woman stood and moved beside her, grabbing a small glass of water and nodding. "Try to drink this...slowly, dear, slowly." She took the glass and it felt like every part of her hurt, and she gingerly moved to a slight sitting position. The water was cool and burned her dry throat but was welcome as she breathed deeply, coming more and more into focus. "Found you three suns ago. Unconscious. In bad shape." The old woman spoke plainly. She sipped more water and tried to recall what had happened. Her expression turned tense when she suddenly realized, and with a panicked look to the elderly woman, asked, "Wait....do you....do you know who I am? I don't...don't know..." She began to tremble and look even more panicked before the elderly woman gently patted the woman's hand. "Calm yourself dear....you're name...I saw it on a business card I found on you...is Melodia." She gave the younger woman a sad smile. "And you have asked me those same questions for three days now."

I did a lot of thinking and reading yesterday and appreciate everyone's thoughts. I think I found a way to keep going. *Points to the bulletin board.* Haha....I think I found it. Thank you all for the thoughts and encouragement.

Today was the day. Melodia stood upon the bone spire that rose high near Bronze Lake. The air crackled with lightning and the rain had made her a mess, but she didn't care. She was thankful for the raindrops that washed away and masked her tears, the storm covering her quiet sobs. She stood at the tip of the curved spire and looked out at the landscape lit brightly on occasion by the flash of lightning, marveling at its beauty and hating herself all at the same time. Faces flashed before her in her mind. People let down, others who'd left her, others who seemingly ignored or forgot about her. The first step is the hardest....it gets easier afterward. Her own inner voice spoke softly. Her right foot slid forward and she closed her eyes. Her lips mouthed the words but no sound came, "I'm sorry." The thunderclap hid the scuffle sound as her foot slipped off the tip and suddenly her body was falling, the feeling slower than she imagined it would be. And she remembered so much all at once. The loneliness. Her marriages. Her infidelity. The counseling job. She'd been a Yellowjacket. And she'd been a pirate. A damn good one. She had- It's time mommy. Her eyes flashed open as she heard the child miqo'te speak and just as suddenly her world went dark as her body slammed to the ground. ************************************************************** Two Moons After.... "Oy! 'Nother round here. Same's b'fore." The woman with the long black hair and clad in a black leather jacket and boots tossed some coin onto the bar and slid her empty mug to the barkeep, who took it with a nod and moved to refill it. The woman sighed and looked at her wrist with a puzzled expression before she slipped it off. Her eyes looked at it curiously as though it were foreign to her. On the inside it had an engraving which she squinted to see, and read it slowly. "Your name is Melodia. You are a pirate. Try not to forget." She said the words softly and felt her eyes going wide. "Melodia...me name's Melodia." The mug of refilled ale was set before her and the barkeep chuckled. "Aye you told me that earlier." He walked back to the other end shaking his head and she looked at the bracelet, slowly placing it back on, her stomach feeling heavy as she didn't remember telling him that at all. Her lips mouthed the words, but no sound came. "Melodia. Pirate....Melodia."

1. I have an active imagination and enjoy writing. I love a good story. And when I can, I love to put that down in print. But this leads to two problems: 2. I am incredibly shy, nervous in social settings, and do inexplicably worry about how I will be received by others, even when they are good friends in game. And when I rp, I worry doubly that I am not boring or that I will have writers block and fail to be able to respond without it being a "scene-ender". 3. I have done erp with my character. Likely too much. Even so much so that it is a character trait of Melodia. Meaning she's tainted goods, and hard for others to take seriously. Someone once told me that "She has a reputation....one that I wouldn't like to have." I won't say who said it but it was soon after my rp partner finished playing the game and my current doldrums hit. Hard to redeem the character with a reputation. Hard to not worry how people will react to you. Doubly hard to try and behave when tells fly in asking for that other kind of rp. A mess of my own making, I know....but still a problem. I hope I didn't just say too much.

So...I'm not sure what to do. I feel like I am at a dead end, a brick wall. I feel like I don't know what to do with my character. Like I've run out of stuff to rp with her. She's a mess, and I've been eyeing the fantasia in my inventory more and more lately. I admit, she's tarnished and that's my own doing, but I am feeling more and more cornered on what to do with her anymore and it's getting harder to log in to even rp with her anymore as a result. Has anyone been through this? I just feel completely lost with what to do with Melodia anymore.

Yeah, this was the main point of my post. This is the problem lately and it's getting crazy. I got yelled at once for not doing higher DPS in the library. The other two said how silly that was, but it was like, "Wha-? This is still just a roulette correct?" :dazed:

If there's someone parsing a 4-man dungeon, then the only reason they should be bothering is to improve their OWN skills to aid their assumed Savage static that they're supposedly a part of. Not to get on the case of whatever random players they end up with doing some random roulette dungeon. And hell, using parsers isn't ALLOWED by the ToS if I recall - so all the more reason for them to just shut up about it. I've been lucky enough to avoid the parse-holes (hee), but if I ever had one get on me, I'd do one of three things: 1.) Ignore them and their useless numbers. 2.) Tell them to shove it since we aren't their raid static. 3.) Initiate a votekick and, if they're being enough of a pain, report them for openly using a parser. You have restored some of my faith in this game with this post. *hugs*

This thread and most of the comments attached to it, are most of what I makes me fail to even bother logging in anymore. http://www.reddit.com/r/ffxiv/comments/3fuahu/at_what_point_is_someones_performance_unacceptable/ Yes, everyone should be trying their best but damn it, when did this game change from, oh, I don't know...a game into something akin to a work assignment. No one in this thing is my employer, spouse, or anything that resembles an authority figure. So when someone wants to lecture and yell at me about me "not parsing enough" (and yes, insert sniveling voice there....I intended it as so) it turns me off. I pay for the game. I am doing the best I can, and so are others. If people actually knew how to offer advice rather than "You suck noob! Go git gud or kill yourself" then maybe the lower dps players would improve. But when someone approaches me (a paying damn player....my rl money going into the game) like this, I want to quit because it's ridiculous. "Yur wasting my timez!" is what I hear in reply. I get it if people are actively trolling and not even trying to win, but the difference in time needed to complete an instance from people who are trying but not superpro gamers(trademark pending) versus elite hall of fame level static players, is actually pretty damn minimal in the grand scheme. What else do you have planned in the game that is so time critical that a few extra minutes would destroy such plans? If your answer is anything besides "Not a whole lot to be honest" then maybe your time planning ought to be refigured. No one player is so important that they ought to be lecturing and scolding other DPS folks who fail to meet their precious number requirements. I've gotten so sick of seeing this phenomenon lately that it makes nauseous to even log in anymore. "Your numbers suck. Your gear sucks. Your [insert whatever the hell you want here] sucks." Translation: "You aren't good enough in MY book." Well YOUR book sucks. And makes the game suck. Just my vent. Which is what I think this thread is for. I feel better now. TL; DR: This isn't a damn job interview. It's a video game of fake pixels and imaginary items. Get over your elite crap, lay off the less than stellar players and (god forbid) relax and have fun.

Melodia stood atop the tall bone spire across from Bronze Lake, looking out over the beauty of the land and inhaled deeply. The views always took her breath away...from the palace nearby to floating isles of Nym, and the forest laid out below. All of it was supposed to be awe-inspiring, something to make her smile. After all, this was her special place. Climbing it was always risky and dangerous, but the view was always worth it. And yet, she was weeping, silently. Her feet far too close to the edge as she felt the tears streaming down her face. Her arms were stretched out wide, as if she could fly, though she couldn't. She couldn't even muster the courage to simply fall...to let Hydaelyn take her body while the Twelve could take her soul. She was a coward. A lonely and lost coward. As she wept, her sobs got louder and she screamed, a sad and desperate sound in the air as it echoed. She stood for minutes and hung her head, taking a small step backward. Her voice was low and shaky. "Maybe tomorrow....tomorrow..." She made her way down. It was three times in three days she had done the same routine. The fall might eventually come, she thought. The day when she might be brave enough. Maybe tomorrow.

Actually, it's roleplay, so it has everything to do with roleplay. Actually, you missed her point. In many of these cases where people act obnoxious in events, it has nothing to do with their character type or mentality. It has to do with exactly as was stated: someone is anonymous and decides to be a little troll for the event or at the very least, a troublemaking jerk, despite the fact that they would never behave this way ICly elsewhere or irl. People just being publicly bombastic to get attention. Hmmm....where have I seen this before...?

This is me. I can watch every variety of video on an instance until I am blue in the face but the mechanics of the fights make zero sense to me until I actually am doing them. I remember for T7 in coil I watched both Mr. Happy and MTQCapture's videos over and over and over and all it sounded like to me was "blah blah blah, hide, blah blah blah, move quickly...." and that is how all videos sound to me. They teach me nothing no matter how many times I repeatedly watch. I need to experience the mechanics (OMG that's so insane right?! Like how we used to do in games before the interwebs took over) and actually learn. Sadly, most players in this game have no patience for my style and thus, why the PF is as ridiculous as it is today. "Must have ilv 1 million gear, parsed DPS of 1800, and have cleared at least 2/3 of the fight. KNOW THE FIGHT OR GET SHAME-KICKED!" And that is the super kewl way to play the game and surely how the SE developers intended. :thumbsup:

You misunderstand. I don't care about getting that AF gear right now or at any time really. My post was primarily about....you know it doesn't matter. But please...no one who is posting a complaint about the grind ever called raiders "jerks" or "whiners" so please back off the name calling. It's unpleasant and unnecessary.

I agree, SE can do better. I find myself playing less and less and it has primarily to do with the game's seeming obsession with Alexander (or, insert raid content here). Be it farming normal mode for ugly gear or having some magical ilv for the savage mode....the game seems driven to focus on this. This or scrips. Or DPS number needing to be this or that. That's all I hear about lately and guess what? I'm exhausted by it. I don't even do it and yet I am tired by it all. This isn't fun. My wife said it best... "We're slaves to the Eorzean clock now." That's why I have stepped away from it. I won't do it. Capping Esoterics? That means I am a slave to the weekly reset. I purposely refused to cap my esoterics last week for that exact reason. Because I don't care to become a slave to any timer in this game. It's why I have now changed my playing to a few days a week as opposed to every day. I'd rather explore the wastelands in Fallout for the millionth time than to grind....grind....grind. Until SE can add some more fun and *le gasp* casual content to draw me in, I'll be keeping it on part time at best because this raiding/grinding stuff is burning me out.