06-11-2018, 04:26 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"][color=black]Unlike many of the other guests in attendance, Melantha belongs here. Anyone who laid eyes upon her family during their day-to-day life might assume that the Fabers are a bunch of dumb hicks living on a lot of land. That is the first mistake: assuming someone possesses a low level of intelligence simply due to their place of residence. While it might be true for Jacky, a loving yet simple-minded mother, the rest of the Fabers are all uniquely cunning in their own right. They rose to power not through shady alliances with even shadier people, but because of her father's brilliant mind. It began with a cyber-security company which grew and evolved into an empire of new weapons and defense technology. Many of Mel's sisters entered the world of modelling or enrolled in prestigious colleges while her brother, Corbett, owns and manages an elite polo club. Occasionally, Mel assists Corbett with the horses, but her rather plain features in comparison to her beautiful family members led her to take up a leading role in her father's company. Hence, her presence at tonight's party.
Dressed in an exquisite silk gown of olive color to match her piercing gaze, the young woman casually prowls through the crowd with the grace of a huntress. Short black hair has been straightened so that it is styled in a chic bob which only grazes her jawline. A simple, yet lavish trio necklaces hang luxuriously from her neck; one, a choker, the second hangs just beyond her collarbone while the third plunges towards her cleavage which is accentuated by the deep v-neckline of her dress. Her makeup is composed of neutral, gold and brown shades so to accentuate her natural features. Melantha enjoys being eye-catching, but she draws the line at the more bold and gaudy styles which have recently become more popular.
The young woman is at a loss for what to do with herself now that she has completed the required business conversations, so she decides to mingle. Pallid olive eyes sweep over the mass of people which seems to move and breath and speak like some massive organism. Two people stand out to her: a young man with unkempt green hair and young and seemingly blind woman with a service dog. Both seem out of their element. Mel approaches Izuku first, striding over with a confident gait and a flute of champagne balanced delicately in her left hand. "It's not poisoned, you know," comments the woman with a faint smirk. Her voice is rich with the low rasp that is favored among blues singers. She gives him a once-over. He's nervous. Perhaps he was abandoned by the one who got him into this party? "My name is Melantha Faber. I'm here as a representative for Conduit." He may not know of her personally, but her family's company is one of the largest internet security companies in the world. She holds out the hand unoccupied by alcohol for a handshake.
Dressed in an exquisite silk gown of olive color to match her piercing gaze, the young woman casually prowls through the crowd with the grace of a huntress. Short black hair has been straightened so that it is styled in a chic bob which only grazes her jawline. A simple, yet lavish trio necklaces hang luxuriously from her neck; one, a choker, the second hangs just beyond her collarbone while the third plunges towards her cleavage which is accentuated by the deep v-neckline of her dress. Her makeup is composed of neutral, gold and brown shades so to accentuate her natural features. Melantha enjoys being eye-catching, but she draws the line at the more bold and gaudy styles which have recently become more popular.
The young woman is at a loss for what to do with herself now that she has completed the required business conversations, so she decides to mingle. Pallid olive eyes sweep over the mass of people which seems to move and breath and speak like some massive organism. Two people stand out to her: a young man with unkempt green hair and young and seemingly blind woman with a service dog. Both seem out of their element. Mel approaches Izuku first, striding over with a confident gait and a flute of champagne balanced delicately in her left hand. "It's not poisoned, you know," comments the woman with a faint smirk. Her voice is rich with the low rasp that is favored among blues singers. She gives him a once-over. He's nervous. Perhaps he was abandoned by the one who got him into this party? "My name is Melantha Faber. I'm here as a representative for Conduit." He may not know of her personally, but her family's company is one of the largest internet security companies in the world. She holds out the hand unoccupied by alcohol for a handshake.