Melete
| GameMaster Melete | |
|---|---|
| Rank | ASGM |
| Type | DEV/CE |
| Tenure | Present |
Positions and Contributions
- Former Events Team Lead
- Advocates Team Lead
- Lore Development team
- Current Empath Advocate as of 12/08/2010
- S'Kra Mur co-champion.
Appearance on 8/8/2010
You see GameMaster Melete, an Elven Ranger.
Melete has grey eyes. Her white hair is long and straight, and is worn tied back. She has pale skin.
She has transcended time.
She has a tattoo of the unbridled rage of the Hunger reaching out to consume the world painted on her right temple.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a chance, a MacGyver multitool, a jaunty red scarf, a rumpled woolen pea-coat festooned with cat hair and unsightly lint, an ill-fitting dress shirt of dingy white cotton, some scratchy wool trousers with unevenly rolled cuffs, a pair of mismatched paisely and argyle dress socks and some scuffed black patent wingtips.
Appearance in 2012
You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Melete.
You see GameMaster Melete, a Human.
Melete has grey eyes. Her white hair is long and straight, and is worn unkempt. She has pale skin.
She is a bit over average height for a Human.
She has transcended time.
She has a tattoo of the unbridled rage of the Hunger reaching out to consume the world painted on her right temple.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a badge which reads "Night gathers, and now my watch begins...", a fake beard, a Bertrand Russell hat, a chance, a MacGyver multitool, a jaunty red scarf, a rumpled woolen pea-coat festooned with cat hair and unsightly lint, an ill-fitting dress shirt of dingy white cotton, some scratchy wool trousers with unevenly rolled cuffs, a pair of mismatched paisely and argyle dress socks, some scuffed black patent wingtips and an infinitely differentiable Riemannian manifold (bozhe moi!).
Appearance in 2013, June
You notice an odd, almost godly aura about Melete.
You see GameMaster Melete, a Dwarf.
Melete has grey eyes. Her white hair is long and straight, and is worn unkempt. She has pale skin.
She has transcended time.
She has a tattoo of the unbridled rage of the Hunger reaching out to consume the world painted on her right temple.
She has some faint scars along the right arm.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a stellate orichalcum icosahedron engraved with a complex self-similar pattern and a badge which reads "Night gathers, and now my watch begins...", a fake beard, a Bertrand Russell hat, a chance, a MacGyver multitool, a jaunty red scarf, a rumpled woolen pea-coat festooned with cat hair and unsightly lint, an ill-fitting dress shirt of dingy white cotton, some scratchy wool trousers with unevenly rolled cuffs, a pair of mismatched paisely and argyle dress socks, some scuffed black patent wingtips and an infinitely differentiable Riemannian manifold (bozhe moi!).