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Age: 22 years
Height: 6 ft
Job: Leader of the notail ßeta class.
Likes: Music, Public speaking, Notails, Jewellery
Dislikes: Showing skin, Being hungry, The cold, α-Quiet
Notable contributions: ß-Melody is responsible for giving the notail government information that could assist those born outside notail society, as well as determining how this information can be best put to use.
Original Creator: Mel
ß-Melody uses ey/em/eir pronouns, which function much the same as they/them pronouns with the “th” lopped off.
Tall, imposing and always covered in layers of bright fabrics, ß-Melody seems the very opposite of everything one would expect from a notail. Rather than a mask, eir face is always obscured save for eir eyes by a headwrap held in place with a ß symbol pin. Beneath it eir antennas poke up to sweep down out the back of it, forming what looks like cat ears atop eir head.
The area around eir eyes are the only part of ß-Melody’s dark skin ever left uncovered. Even eir hands are always encased in gloves. Unlike the customary fashion of eir kind, ß-Melody bedecks emself in warmly-coloured, bold patterns. Ey have confessed that for a time ey did try dressing more humbly, but soon returned to eir normal clothing.
ß-Melody carries emself tall, with a commanding air, and gestures furtively when speaking. Eir voice is noted for its pleasant lilt which lends favorably to eir favorite hobby, singing.
ß-Melody prides emself on fostering a demeanor difficult to approach. Ey wear an aura of anger that stands out as bright as eir clothes, visible eyes always settling in a scowl. Moody, quick to frustration and vocal about it, even stamping eir foot and snarling when things don’t go according to plan, ß-Melody is known to some as childish. Eir perfectionist tendencies only lend to such exaggerated displays of anger, since eir endeavors rarely turn out exactly as ey were envisioning.
Partially due to eir perfectionism ey are most at home in a position of leadership, where ey can decide exactly what needs doing and how it will be nice. Eir fussiness turns quickly to a bossy attitude in any situation, however, making working under em a position few want to take up.
Ey are, however, very capable of taking orders, and profess an unshakeable loyalty to notails. Given the slightest prompting from someone ey know is not fully on eir side ey will gladly launch into a speech about how much of a benefit notail society has been to em. ß-Melody is an impassioned speaker in general, with a simple and frank but emotive style. Ey are much more comfortable speaking than writing, which still presents a challenge to em as ey had difficulty learning early in life.
Despite eir attempts to appear closed-off and distant, ß-Melody sought eir position in government as a means of helping others feel as fulfilled as ey do, and is far from uncompassionate even though ey usually prioritize eir own needs. Ey do not make emself a stranger to comforting others in need despite having difficulty with it. Eir kindness is as blunt as eir usual manner of speech and not always effective despite eir best efforts.
When interviewed about eir past, ß-Melody grows curt and snappish. Despite eir discomfort ey were determined to give at least some detail. ß-Melody believes the circumstances that led to eir need to return to the home of eir people will resonate with many other notails lost out in the universe, and hopes eir newfound happiness will convince others that running from their roots is not the only option available.
ß-Melody has only the faintest happy memories of eir mother, who left em with eir other parent when ey were very young. Eir memory of eir other parent is not much more detailed, but certainly far less pleasant. ß-Melody did not remain in their care - or more accurately, says Melody, their neglect - for long either before ey were dumped - like refuse, ß-Melody remarks - into the foster care system of the planet ß-Melody does not feel deserves to be named.
The next years of ß-Melody’s life ey spent being tossed from foster home to foster home. Few families were willing to keep a notail for long, especially not one who dared to be anything but a picture-perfect child. Even those families that put up a facade of tolerating ß-Melody found no connection with em.
When ey at last aged out of the system, ß-Melody found emself adrift. Ey had little education and even less self esteem; eir musical talents allowed em to busk on footpaths and not much else. Every door of opportunity ey tried to open slammed shut in eir face. With no purpose or drive and little hope for the future, ß-Melody sunk into despair. The faraway planet had no use for someone like em. It seemed, ey say, as though the universe had no place for em either.
Ey stumbled upon salvation purely by chance. It was sheer luck that placed them on the same streetcorner as the kindly notail handing out pamphlets about the benefits of joining notailkind. It had never occurred to em to seek the place eir parents had abandoned. Surely, ß-Melody had thought, they must have had a reason for leaving.
And yet, the longer the stranger spoke, the more that thought crumbled. They had a roof over their head, enough to eat, a community that welcomed them, a purpose to lead them through life. It was everything ß-Melody wanted. Ey couldn’t fathom why eir parents had given it all up.
Within the next few months ß-Melody landed on Eukaryote, and felt as though ey were coming home.
At first it was hard. Every class ey tried out for ey just didn’t have the skills for. In notail society any mention of musical talent got em laughed at. Ey ended just working side jobs, never being fully added to the system with a class, but the simple fact of having a stable job, a place to stay and reliable food had already begun making a difference. For the first time in as long as Melody could remember, ey felt safe.
The more ß-Melody’s mental health improved, the more ey thought back to where ey had come from, and the countless other notails out in the universe stuck in even worse positions than the one ey had occupied. ß-Melody decided ey couldn’t just allow this to happen. Everyone, ey felt, deserved a chance for a fulfilling life.
With newfound strength ß-Melody searched for a way to spread that chance as far as ey could. Ey found it in the little-known position of ßeta-class leader. Meeting the application requirements was, surprisingly to ß-Melody, easier than anything ey had tackled thus far. Had ey became a part of a class ey would have been disqualified, but thankfully for em, ey did not. Ey passed with flying colours and earned the signifier of “ß” attached to eir name.
Since eir election just a year prior to this entry’s most recent update, ß-Melody has been making grand plans to ease the passage of ßeta notails back into society and hopefully, as ey say, reduce the number of notails leaving. While ey have yet to put most of these into action, ey state cheerfully that it will not be long before ey do.
ß-Melody is the elected leader of ßeta notails - those born outside notail society. Due to eir passion for the position and the lack of interest in voting from the majority of the class, ey are confident ey will be remain in employment for some time.
National Anthem: ß-Melody sings a tune that causes indescribable rage in eir foes. It causes anyone in hearing to pursue ß-Melody in a blind fury, unable to think or act rationally or strategically. ß-Melody uses eir song combined with eir speed to tire eir foes beyond the ability to defend themselves, then strike.
• Despite having no formal training in music, ß-Melody can quickly get the hang of most instruments ey pick up.
• ß-Melody does not usually end eir sentences with a sign like most notails due to not wearing a notail mask. When especially flustered or startled, however, ey occasionally end eir sentences with ^^.
• ß-Melody is known for spending eir modest salary on luxuries of all kinds.
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