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TXC: Meixiu Liang

Published: Jul 16, 2013

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_{Edit: Updated her relationships^-^
Finally i've done

I hope it's alright![i don't mind cutting it down/changing it since i wrote the history really long orz]
Thankyou pretty Mod-sans~ Kimi & Tiny for answering my many stupid questions
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Introduction:

Name[s]:
Meixiu Liang=What she is called by others in the gang.
Nickname: Mei

-ex. Mélanie Beaulieu-Birthname [[only her boss and higher ups know this]] This is a name is wanted by the Green Tigers for blackmailing money off her father.
-ex. Lily Reiner- It used to be her alias until Vance died. It is what is used on many official documents.
-Mélanie Sheridan-What her actual name should be by marriage to Gabriel. Only Gabriel[and family, family friends etc] would know her by this. Her brother does also, but he is unable to place a face with it.
-&& she was called ‘mon papillon’/my butterfly by Alain [her first ‘love’/French tutor]
_{This girl…she goes through as many names as her clients do first aid kits.}

Age: 33
Gender: Female
Gang status:President [Permission given by the lovely Kimichii]
Occupation:
She owns an underground BDSM Club—The 8th Circle[so it's really her gang status too...] which is located on the borders of the purple territory [it provides a 'safe' getaway if she finds herself in a pickle during her wanderings]
The place which has many dominants, dominatrixes and submissives to feed anyone’s fetish.
[it runs on the money her husband gives her as well as 40% of her profits]
It’s main rule:No sex with customers during work hours, it’s not a brothel.
From time to time, she will choose to include/indulge herself in the activities there.

Height: 173 cm but she wears 6 inch heels so 188.4cm_{[[omg…she’s a giantTT^TT—but what can you say…she loves being on top;D//shot]]}

Personal information:

Personality:
There are three personalities you will commonly see with Meixiu[in order of commonness]:

~La Domme~
Proud | Wild | Teasing | Dominant
Mei, as her job description suggests, has a very dominant personality and seems to have a fondness for both male and females. The woman often emits her dominance through actions rather than words[raising her voice is something that she is uncomfortable with]She can only get turned on if she inflicts pain upon others and gains some adrenaline rush after it [being a sadist]. Mei is a woman that dislikes seeing herself under someone, making her a woman with a wild, fiery personality that is difficult to tame that often enjoys teasing people and is quite playful[she loves irritating and mindfucking]. When family isn’t involved, she can be quite fearless -though she is wanted by the Green Tigers, she sees no restrictions in places that she can go. When with clients, she will put on a mask and do everything that will satisfy their twisted fetishes with ease[there are some that she will have no trouble doing]. Now with age, she has managed to control her cravings and restrict it to consensual people, unlike when she was younger. She has her many mood swings due to many things that can range from a problem at the club, recalling an unpleasant memory or even if her coffee isn’t up to her preference. If in an unpleasant mood, her clients are often having to be sent to hospital [with satisfied grins on their faces]

~La mère~
Caring | Motherly | Protective
However, when out of the Dominatrix phase, she can be quite motherly. Being old[er], she takes on a maternal role of a mother hen, not having children herself due to her job and being unable to. She finds happiness in spoiling people, protecting them, looking after them. It was something she had rarely had as a child. She personally takes care of her employees talking to them, and even giving the massages. It is rare for her to voice it out verbally, it is often shown by her actions. She holds no strong hatred to the rival gang unless one of her own is harmed and there is also no discrimination to the uncoloured. They are as welcome to her club as anyone else. However, due to the gang needing money…the colourless are often charged more than the normal rate. This, she does with reluctance but her gang always comes first.

~La Fille~
Guilty | Religious | Switch [in certain cases] | Chaste
Every human would feel guilt after killing at least that was after she had met Vance. Though she may almost seem to kill mercilessly, when alone, she releases her pent up guilt. Even after her client’s, when her pleasure dissipates, she will feel bad after and decide to drown it in a glass of wine. When she was younger and during her early adult years, she seemed to constantly be on & off with her guilt. One period, she would do terrible things then sooner or later, she will be consumed by guilt and the cycle continued to repeat with the ‘terrible things’ being an outcome of her guilt as it kept her mind busy. However, now you could say she has matured from that confusing stage. She can be quite religious sometimes[save the drugs and alcohol] always believing herself to already be set for Hell[not that it bothers her really--she did name her club after a circle of Hell]. She often sends a prayer every time she has killed someone as well as closing their eyelids out of respect. You could say that it’s her way of relieving her guilt of ending a life. She even attends church every now and then [and attempts to dress smart] If ever falling in love, her Switch personality will come out as it had for her previous love and gone will be her spiky exterior of a Dominatrix. She will never ever admit her feelings though, as she has too much pride. Strangely, she will never be the one to make the first move. This is also the one that holds Alain's words dear to her. Due to that, Mei has remained chaste for 13 years and still counting.[It's not really believable--due to her being in the seedy business as well as the jokes she likes to pull and as much as she denies it--it's true..._{I pinky swear to it}]

She also enjoys living a decadent lifestyle, dressing up in silks and having the habit of lavishly over-decorating her club [to many people’s horror].

Positive personality traits:
-Protective
-Determined
-Can stay calm in most situations
-Outgoing
-She is far from shy

Negative personality traits:
-Untamemable/wild personality [except for her boss-and that’s only just—and other moments] & she is a very proud woman and this may often be seen as rude by others.
-Her vengeance twists her into a very ugly person.
-Impulsive [and it is worsened by her volatile moods]
-Fearless[the danger gives her some form of thrill]
-She’s not fully honest with people.
-She’s a sadist [meaning she gains pleasure from inflicting pain as well as it being the only way she'll get turned on] and it is often a form of comfort to her as it has been for most of her life.

Hobbies/Talents:
the ability to break many grown people
Running in heels-kicking, skipping, hopping included
Speaking French.
She has strength in her leg muscles which is good for running and close combat.
Shooting/hitting moving targets from long distances with great precision and accuracy with ranged weapons/projectiles. However, when it comes to strength…it’s another matter.
Drinking games [[she has a very high tolerance for alcohol]]
Giving food to stray cats in the back alley of her club.
…she can lick her elbows? is ambidextrous

Yoga [it helps with her flexibility & relieves stress form rowdy customers]
Being a masseuse[she takes care of her employees]
Eating French cuisine [she adores French food] –only if her cooking was just as good
Target Practice. [she still keeps working in order to improve herself to what is expected of her]
Dancing [but probably very rusty, seeing as it was ~18 years ago]
Using a whip. Varying the way she can choose whether she would want to bruise or break the skin.
Cosplay. Girl loves her cosplay.

Weaknesses:
-Her love for dominance & her ‘wildness’ makes it common for her to twist herself around rules set. This often makes her appear rude when with higher-ups.
-Her close-combat skills are lacking in arm strength. Compared to others who had been in the ‘gang-life’ the same amount of years, she is seen to be quite inexperienced—having not been brought up knowing combat and having only starting the hard-core training in her late twenties. [However, her accuracy is perfect when it comes to ranged weapons and she can still hit hard when it comes to corporeal punishment]
-She is very impulsive when it comes to anyone in her ‘family’ getting harmed as well as her urges.
-Many rumours have occurred, either including her old high-class heritage or the fact that she was wanted by the Green tigers and thus joined the Purple Lions etc. Her reasons for joining to many may have seemed impure/selfish.
-Good-looking intimidating Men with many tattoos [& a sadistic streak]—it brings back memories of the man who broke her when she was 18.
-People’s tears. [they just get to her as much as she would like to ignore them—at least if it isn’t consensual]

Background information:

Family:

Mother: Jiao Liang| Chinese | Deceased [but Mei doesn’t know this]| Death: Stress Cardiomyopathy | Born in X-city | ex. Non-coloured
Born in X-city, she fell in love with an older foreigner at a tender age as he came to see her dance one day. Though he had countless affairs, she stayed loyal to him and gave him children. He was the knight in shining armour to send colour to her dull world.
She was a Non-coloured until she married. After marriage, she decided to become an author due to her husband finding it unsafe for her to be wandering the city.

Father: Josce Beaulieu | French | Deceased | Death: Execution| Brought up in France before moving to England| ex. Green Tiger
He had the same good-looks and charisma that have supported him most of his life as a politician as well as genetically enhance blue eyes. He is a man who enjoys living in his luxury[a trait he shares with his daughter]-one of the reasons why he chose to move to this ‘paradise city’- spending it in many affairs but he held most of his love for Jiao Liang, the brazen lovestruck teenager who confessed to him. He was a high-ranking subordinate of the Green Tigers due to his success as a politician. Though the Green Tigers treated politicians as their piggy banks, Josce held no dislike towards them. He saw them as ‘the way forwards’ unlike the Purple Lions which he saw as ‘inexperienced and unfit to rule X-city’.

Brother [unknown to Mei]: Adrien Beaulieu | 19 | Green Tigers
He inherited his father’s blonde hair and his unnatural blue eyes. He was born slightly after the period when Mei left the house. Unlike Mei, Adrien had spent most of his time with his father, learning whilst he watched. When he was 4, his father was executed and his mother died soon after.
Due to his young age, he was adopted into another family that supported the Green Tigers. He was brought up knowing that he had a sister who had been the main cause for both his parents’ deaths. His vengeance is disadvantaged as he only knows her as Mélanie Beaulieu/Sheridan and only has old photo documents of her [of when she was a chubby little kid].

Other:

Brother of ‘Lily Reiner’ [not by blood but by name]: Vance Reiner | Deceased | ex. Purple Lion Streetfighter | Death: Stabbed
Described in history.

Vance’s girlfriend: Elise Taylor | 25 | Non-coloured Prostitute in a Green brothel
After Vance’s death, Mei had taken this girl under her protection. This brown haired, green eyed girl is, you could probably say, the closest person to Mei and probably a bit more~but the girl's clearly hands off. If wanting a 'day off' whilst visiting the girl, Mei would often wear the disguise of a non-coloured businesswoman.

Mystery Man: ??? | ? | Gang-member | Sadist
Mei met this man at the age of 18. He is/was the only man who ever broke her, she became his submissive for a year and a half before he left. She was left pregnant with his child and was forced to abort it…as well as that she was left barren and left with the memories of tattoos. He is her second love.[sort of] More explained in history.

Husband: Gabriel/ Gabe Sheridan| 36 | English | Unknown, last seen enjoying himself in Hawaii
He is the son of Josce’s close friend who is also a politician overseas in England. Mei and Gabe are still married[in a very open marriage—from both parties]. Gabe is following in his father’s footsteps as a politician and he helps fund his wife’s club in return for inside information about X-city[seeing as the outside still portrays it as a paradise]. Like Meixiu, Gabriel doesn’t take their marriage seriously & now they're sort of phone/webcam buddies/partners in crime.

Bio:
(0-5 years):

Curiosity killed the Cat

She was officially born, in X-city, as Mélanie Beaulieu but her mother gave her a Chinese name: Meixiu that wasn’t down on paper. As soon as she was born, Mélanie was married, married to Gabriel Sheridan who was only 4 years old at that time…and in another country at that.
Born into a rich household, a girl could have everything…that was except for company.
Her mother only saw her to home-school her the basics before she could have a proper debut into education. Her mother fawned over her, played with her. However that was until her father came back. In her mother’s life, her father was always first.
Her father rarely visited her, only during her birthdays did he. It was only short before he was once more consumed in his work.
The young girl grew up lonely; she had no one to talk to…even her fabled fiancé. Even young, she had already grown a dislike for the Green Tigers for taking her father away from her.
Though she had rarely seen her father, when she came of age to differ human from animal, she noticed the many women that followed her father up to his chambers. ‘Playmates’, her mother told her with a small hesitant smile. The small girl’s curiosity took over. Probably she could have playmates too? Her isolated life had made it just sound more appealing.

Nearer, she edged towards the door and pushed it open, only to see an act that was burned in her mind.

The woman looked so happy.

Mélanie crawled towards the bed and tugged the blanket that covered her father’s back.

“Can I play too?”

(5-10 years):

Her father never gave her anything for her birthdays, until her sixth one.

No one knew that it was an offering of guilt for allowing his daughter to witness such a thing.

He gave her Alain Lévesque-the 20 year old man to teach her subjects, mainly French, from a very young age under her father’s commands.

Upon the birthday he met her, he gave her a small puppy which she soon named JoJo. Immediately, she didn’t see him as just a tutor, he was a friend.
When teaching, he allowed her to play with his long hair, even braid it. He also spent time with her outside lessons, especially outside in the garden gazebo watching as she sang to the flowers in French. Mélanie’s French flourished as every day, she looked forward to his lessons with enthusiasm. It came to the point when her French was more fluent than her English in only the short span of a few months.

Age 7: Though her relationship with her father was anything close to a father and daughter’s, it was only politeness that she would give him a present. Despite her reluctance, Alain had convinced her along with his help in picking one out as well as him using the family card to pay for it.

The little girl was examining many of the men’s jewellery that lay, snug in velvet cushions, behind the glass counter, with little interest…until the front door was kicked open.

It was a robbery…in broad daylight. What would have just been an innocent day of shopping, turned out to be a day where two people were shot, one dead as well as the robbers successfully escaping before the police came. The girl was left distraught after witnessing, filled with confusion.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, tears soaking his white shirt grey.

“Wh-Why , why was he allowed to go?” She spluttered out, her words weren’t about the school nor the authorities. She was trembling as she recalled the words that was hammered into her head during those many Sunday mornings spent in Church, ‘good people shall be rewarded’.

Alain’s hand paused stroking her hair. “What if he had a family, a family to feed? Good people also do bad things, mon papillon.” His tone held a hint of sadness to them as her arms tightened around him. She was soon lulled to sleep by his hand on her head.

‘Good people also do bad things.’

Little did she know how much was behind those words.

(10-15 year):
There was a day of the year that the girl dreaded, and it wasn’t a trip to the dentist. It was the day where her father held a party for his close colleagues who brought their families along with them. One close friend, brought their son, Lucas.

He was the type who was spoilt rotten by both his parents as well as school. He was blessed with good looks, a good body…and a rotten personality. He seemed to have great amusement in bullying the podgy little girl known as Mélanie. She hated it most when he pulled on her pigtails as if they were handlebars on a bike. Alain was always requested to join the adults, it was the only time when Mélanie had felt alone and helpless.

However, when she was 11, someone came to her rescue:

…her puppy, Jojo.

The small scrap of fur bit the boy upon hearing its owner’s sobs. However, it wasn’t such a happy ending. Upon hearing that Lucas was bitten by the dog, there was an outrage from her father’s associate. He demanded to have the dog put down, as it was too ‘wild’ to be allowed to live around the home.
Lucas, taking chance in the moment bawled his eyes out, sobbing to his father about how the owner should be the one to do it, Mélanie, as it was partially her fault that the dog was so ‘untrained’.

Placing a gun in the young girl’s hand, her father told her to lest the family be shamed in front of the many there as well as sued.

Tears came to Mélanie’s eyes as she turned towards the puppy that was happily wagging its tail. It was so innocent, it only protected her. She was close to throwing the gun down and running away…but run away to where? She was but an 11 year old girl…
She took a shakey breath and loaded the gun, Jojo’s head turned to her, deep brown eyes sparkling.
‘Good people do bad things…’ the girl had repeated in her head, She was good right…she was doing it for the family, for her father. The girl continue to fog her mind up with excuses, avoiding the fact that Jojo was innocent.

Her finger pulled the trigger.

Jojo dropped dead.
~
2 years passed. What was once a cheerful little girl was now a ball-ful of nerves and hormones. The guilt only heightened her tantrums, her mood swings. She took out her stress on everyone about everything, everything apart from Alain. During all this turmoil, he was her anchor.

It came to one night, when Alain was tucking the girl to sleep whilst she was asking about why her father was allowed so many ‘playmates’, with a hint of jealousy.

Alain chuckled, “You should be with the one person you love,” his eyes softened ever so slightly upon saying these words, “And you, mon papillon, have your husband overseas,” he pressed a finger to her lips, preventing any further argument.

The black-haired girl managed to pull it away with a hand, a scowl on her face, “But what if he’s really ugly?”

Again, the Frenchman chuckled. However, when he turned the girl still held tightly to his finger.

“I-I love you…Mons--Alain.”

“But mon papillon, I’m over twice your age,” Alain shook his head, smiling.

“I don’t care. A-Alain, stay with me tonight?”

Alain had spent the night with her, though not in the way she was asking for…but she was still satisfied nonetheless.

However, the next day…Alain was gone, as was the family’s money in the bank.

It took a mere few days for the Green tigers to find the Frenchman. Nothing could be hidden from the people who ruled X-city, especially when it was [indirectly] their money that was stolen.
Alain was brought, beaten and bruised, no longer holding that clean appearance that he had when he had first approached Mélanie. However, his eyes were still the same kind ones, even if touched by tears as he looked to her with a look that told her he was sorry, even when her father’s bullet was put through his head.
Her father had to keep up appearances in front of his superiors, yet Mélanie didn’t know that. She took it as that her father didn’t care for her, that he was just one of them, that he only listened to them. The shot of the gun only brought her down the tragic memory lane of a few years ago, when she was the one to fire the bullet.

Words were soon carried round the household. Alain had a family, apparently, a wife even. They needed money and there was news of a politician seeking a tutor for his daughter, a rich politician. There was news of the Green tigers having hunted down his family and killed them. They were shot in cold blood.

Though he had used her, Mélanie didn’t hate Alain.

‘Good people also do bad things …’

The words rung out hollowly in her mind.

~

Mélanie’s moods worsened even more, into violent fits. It came to the point when she was to spend her time out of her room until it was all repaired. She was bruised all over from when she had thrown her body into various furniture and walls, and her face and arms full of cuts when she had shattered windows and mirrors.

One night, she was sat downstairs, in front of the fire. It was an attempt from her parents to calm her, believing that Alain’s death was the sole reason to her violent outbursts, that he had angered her, that the room that he had last spent in with her was the thing that brought back memories.

It wasn’t.

They had sent a maid to console her…like how Alain used to.

She wasn’t Alain. And the fact that her parents would simply think that he could be easily replaced as well as the maid thinking she had the gall to take Alain’s job.
Mélanie was lost in her anger, her irritation, her grief. She soon found herself wielding a hot fireplace poker against the maid. Each strike vented out her negative feelings. Every beg for mercy or cry to stop from the maid had sent an adrenaline rush through Mélanie’s veins. No, she would no longer bow down to her father as she did when Jojo died, she was in charge. The maid’s gasps of pain struck a chord within Mélanie as she was reminded back to that lusty scene she had witnessed when she was little. That only heightened her surge of hormones as it weaved with the adrenaline.

In the year since Alain died, never did she feel so…good.

No one could explain the sudden disappearance of the maid after that day, and no one could explain the lessening of Mélanie’s tantrums either.

However one day, Mélanie was caught by her mother, caught with an unconscious stable boy in the stables.

Immediately, the 15 year old girl was sent to a shrink but that had proved unsuccessful. The family, though not quite religious believed in there only being two things that could sort out their daughter’s ‘problems’: God and discipline—so they sent her off to a private Catholic school on the other side of the city.

’There’s nothing wrong with me!”

“There is Mélanie, you’re just 15…” Her mother’s eyes remained fixated on the scene outside the window, unable to look at her daughter.

Oblivious to her mother’s pained words, Mélanie took it as her mother being disgraced, digusted with her own daughter.
Her fingers pulled open the door lock, and she pushed the car door open.

“Mélanie! What are you-“

“I’m not crazy! You’re the one who’s crazy ’ma mére’ letting Josce fuck with whoever he wants in front of you. You should be the one to go, not me!”
Sending one last glare to her stunned mother, Mélanie threw herself out of the car, onto the pavement of X-city.

(15-20 years):
The only way she could survive, was to sell herself. She was unsure as to what she was saving up for…an apartment perhaps, though many of the landlords shut their doors to her due to her being at such a young age.

Being only 15, she serviced as a dancer in a brothel. Though so young, they still hired her, she was unfamiliar with the typical wages so the brothel manager was able to trick her into believing that her meagre pay was enough. Mélanie was naive, inexperienced with the city-life. No longer was the girl the chubby little child, her constant exercise [and excessive makeup] had transformed her into something different.

Upon reaching 18, she was finally at the ripe age where she could start earning more money, to finally buy an apartment and no longer have to spend her nights sleeping in the ones provided by the brothel.
And it was just her luck. Virgins sold for the highest prices. She was sold to a man thrice her age.
Her first time was unpleasant, and it didn’t improve. She felt no pleasure as the men satisfied their own needs in such a monotonous fashion. Every night, it pained her as she recalled Alain's words about sleeping with the one person you love.

There were rumours of a surfacing gang, the Purple lions to oppose the greens…but the treatments of the uncoloureds such as herself, didn't improve.

One day, a man came to the brothel…a new customer…who soon became Mélanie’s second love…her infatuation.[[I say love…but it was really just a purely physical relationship…and the fact that it was just some unrequited infatuation from her behalf]]

Though he had pleasant looks, he held an intimidating aura around him, one that frightened most of the other prostitutes…but not Mélanie. He was different from the others. She held an interest in him as he had for her…but his for different reasons.

He, too, was a sadist, and was aware of this girl’s history back at home…gossip always did spread fast.
And what better way to torture a sadist, than having them go on their knees?

And thus began the two’s strange relationship. At first, she disliked him…hated him even but she wasn’t allowed to refuse, he was a customer after all and paid the manager handsomely.
Moments with this man were dangerously addictive; he had shattered her pride countless times before allowing her time to build it back to only shatter it once more. She was excited by the sight of her bruises, of her own blood but it was the pain she dreaded.
He had stretched her limits, challenged her. He held a possessive hold over her, only he could be her customer.
She had lived those two years as a submissive under him and had grown to believe that she had loved him, that their relationship extended more than a D/s, that he too felt the same.
She was naive.
As she turned 20, he left.
She was left with not even a name…just the vague fact image of many tattoos under the dim lighting…
and his child.

Mélanie was forced to abort the child, and not by the way that included a consumption of drugs…it was something that an uncoloured prostitute like her would be unable to afford.
She ended up with many bruises on her stomach, and she wouldn’t stop bleeding for a day. The woman mentally pulled herself out of prostitution, unable to do it anymore with the guilt she had felt. She had killed the only link she had to that man…After that day, she was left barren.

She tried finding other jobs around the city but with her lack of official documents, previous job, she wasn’t as readily hired compared to others who applied. She soon came to the option of starting her own business…a club in fact.

But first she needed money.

She knew exactly where to get it.

Her hatred for her father still remained, even after all those years…this action, she believed, would be the perfect punishment she could deal onto her father. Though she had rarely seen him as a child, she still was aware as to where he picked up his ‘playmates’ and what they wore—whilst their clothes were still on anyways.

Spending the amount of money that she had originally saved up for an apartment, she bought herself expensive clothing and makeup. Normally, it would have been counted as treating herself but this was instead tools, tools for her planned revenge. Knowing her father’s tastes, she easily enticed him especially with the fact that he didn’t have to spend a dime on her…even on the hotel room after.

That night, Mélanie committed a sin that she would have later believed to ‘seal her fate in Hell’.

The morning came and she was waiting for him, not having slept a night due to her burning excitement. She watched him as he downed the last bitter remnants of coffee.

He smiled at her yet it brought no warmth to her heart…he hadn’t even smiled at her when she was young. Was she so worthless compared to a one night stand.

She placed an sd card daintily on the tabletop, hungrily watching the stumble in his expression: confusion to shock to his politician’s poker face. She had wanted to drag out conversation before showing him but it was by reaction to the sudden surge of irritation upon seeing him smile.

He then chuckled, “I could get you arrested.”

It was this time, Mélanie smiled, a cold smile. “I am your daughter, Mélanie.” She answered him in fluent French.

There, she had the satisfaction of watching his façade shatter as did the mug that slipped from his fingertips. There, she saw fear, pain and disgust.

“M-Mélanie? You must be out of your mind, why are you-“

“All for the sake of money, mon père…” She smiled, “Cash would be nice.”

That day, money had disappeared from Josce Beaulieu’s account, and the next day his daughter was found dead at her apartment, apparently overwhelmed by the guilt of her act that she killed herself---the investigators only had a briefly written note and a body, face too shattered on the pavement.

Josce was soon interrogated. He had given away his money, the Tiger’s money and a staggering amount at that. Even though a successful politician, Jin gave Josce no mercy…to the possessive boss, a loss couldn’t be ignored. Finally two words were uttered.

‘M-My daughter.’

From then, Josce faced his imminent execution under Jin’s hand.

No one knew this though, all the media said was that it was a car accident involving some reckless joyrider.

Mélanie was still alive, having thrown an unfortunate victim killed by streetfighter from her apartment. However, it would only guarantee her a brief time out as the Tigers would pull an autopsy on the body. She knew how fast they had hunted…they had done it with Alain.

Wanting to grab her last shreds of money from the brothel, she stumbled to a halt as she turned the street corner.

The brothel was up in flames.

The Green Tigers knew who did it….they were hunting her.

And they would give her no mercy.

(20-27 years):
She fled.
And what was the safest place to flee to? Their rival gang.

The Purple Lions.

She had expected them to reject her completely, she was suspiciously without any identity and was out of breath. However, they seemed to accept her readily [due to the small numbers]…it almost felt nice…that someone wanted her…that is if it wasn’t for the fact that she was to be ‘branded’ with the gang’s tattoo. The woman only scowled sourly as they inked her, with a slouched back.

At least this was better than torture.

She explained most of the story, missing out the part about the stolen money with the blackmail and instead replaced it with the fact that she had threatened an important member of the other gang. Though she was now a purple lion, she wasn’t so ready to trust them nor did she share the fact that that politician was in fact her father. She also kept her lips sealed upon the matter of the staggering amount of money she had hidden inside her backpack.

However, she was soon forced to tell the truth to the leader, to Chrome. Though she had had many answers prepared in case any interrogations would happen…She blurted out the real truth of her story to the man she had just met. There was something about him, something that seemed to cause her façade to falter.

He was truly a lion.

But even if he was a king of the jungle, she wasn’t one to stray from her initial path.

”Allow me to keep the money, and I’ll eventually make it worth your while.”

The deal was soon struck, her position in the gang wavered on the vague success of her club when she came to having it built.

The gang was low on money so a surgery on some ‘newcomer’ would obviously cause some controversy. Thus, they opted to having her hair bleached a startling brassy ginger as well as new documents and brown contacts.

No longer did she go by the name of Mélanie Beaulieu…

She was now Lily Reiner, Streetfighter of the Purple Lions.

But she wasn’t as welcomed as she had hoped. Many rumours had spread round, speaking of her selfish reasons to joining as her possible ties with that politician. Many found it hard to believe that a mere insult to a green tiger pawn would spark such danger to cause her to flee to them. However, as questions were fired, Lily brushed it off with a remark or even ignored them entirely. Many replied with isolating her, avoiding her. Streetfighters often went round in groups, two at the least…but no one went with her.

Lily built up her wall, closed herself off from everyone else. No, she didn’t need their help let alone want it. The girl’s pride only grew. Each of her irritations, guilt[which were immense…seeing as she was the cause of a whole brothel massacre], and the feelings of loneliness, she brought it out on the people she came across the street, non-coloured, green tigers…even a few Purple lions…she gave no care, all she did was drown out her feelings as she did when she was 13. Her bandaged hands were soaked red and caked with dirt, and many bruises always marred her face. Many a time she was at a disadvantage compared to the gang-members, not experienced with combat. One time, she had narrowly escaped from a Green tiger with a knife wound to her back as well as nearly revealing her identity as the wanted ‘Mélanie Beaulieu’. It was too close.

It came to the point when the girl needed to be controlled. She was a risk to the gang, she could be easily captured by the rival gang and tortured for information, and she had ‘brawled’ with many of her fellow gang members, some she had managed to severely harm.

But every member was precious to the Purple lions, they wouldn’t rid her so easily.

After that certain incident where her identity nearly slipped, they put her under another streetfighter’s care. Vance Reiner, a ‘cover-up’ brother to Lily Reiner. He was to further solidify her identity. However, instead of beginning with a lecture on rules that she would have to strictly follow, he gave her his life story. Normally, she would have fled upon hearing those words or yawned and rudely fallen asleep, but she didn’t.

He weaved his tale of how he had fallen in love with a prostitute, and how he had originally joined the gang with the intention to gain enough money to buy her out until the brothel she had worked at was taken under the control of the Green Tigers. However the gang wasn’t as rich as he had expected, but he still gains protection from them as well as for his love. He aims to become a future battler so he could train himself stronger.

She found herself captivated as he told her how much killing he had done and becoming a battler would only make it worse, but he wanted to do it, to do it for him and his girlfriend, Elise. Lily was reminded of Alain, of how his story played close to Vance. They both did it for love, they sacrificed most of their morals in order for the people they cherished.

As time went by, Lily once more had an anchor. She no longer had to drown her sorrows through hurting others, all she had to do was let Vance take her out for a drink, it felt as if he was truly her brother. They laughed together, he showed her the city that she had been closed off to, even to see his girlfriend. She had soon matured, gained a conscience. Even as she killed people, she sent a small prayer along with them, sometimes even closed their eyelids. It had been an example from Vance—respecting the dead…even enemies. The man calmed her down, every time it had felt like she was going to snap off into another guilt-ridden tantrum, he shoved a mug of beer into her face.

But things can’t always have been that perfect.

At 27, she had heard the news that Vance was stabbed after a brawl with a green tiger after a visit to Elise.

(27-33 years):

Lily didn’t break, not this time. She had promised Vance that she wouldn’t.

Instead, she became a battler, the idea of long strenuous training as well as being paid to fight, was appealing. She could gain strength in order to protect Vance’s girlfriend as he was hoping to.

At 27, Lily also decided to start her club, the BDSM club, The 8th circle to be exact. It had been 7 years since the incident so the waters were calm enough for her to bring out the club’s debut as well as to start working on that deal that she had made with Chrome. Due to its large initial funding, it was quite successful but it was still not enough to bring out her part of the deal. It also became her part-time occupation, working as a Dominatrix—a way to gain pleasure from consensuals.

She had even asked to change her name once more, every time she heard the name, Reiner…her heart was pained as her memories traced itself back to Vance.

She was rejected and was punished with receiving a lecture on how she was taking Chrome’s kindness for granted. She had yet to still be trusted. Though she wasn’t allowed a change in name, Lily changed her appearance once more, or more like returned back to her normal black haired and blue eyed image.

~

Lily had overestimated her strength as a Battler. Even after having three months of training, she was nothing compared to her opponents. She had lost her first game within five minutes.

Already, the future was looking bleak but she didn’t give up. Even though great pressure lay on her shoulders and once more she returned to the time when fellow gang members would give her withering resenting looks, she still remained strong and determined.

She was going to win this.

She lost her second match the week after. However, no longer would people have taken it as a ‘newcomer’s loss’, she had no excuse as she had in her first game. Many demanded a punishment, to open her eyes. They all saw her as a proud stuck up person just in it for the money, proud she was but she wasn’t stuck up nor did they know about the amount of money at her fingertips already.
She was punished by the gang's 'The Henker'. Luckily for her, death wasn’t her punishment. The Purple Lions needed every member possible. In its place, she received twenty-five lashes and for once in her life, her head was hung low in the humiliation.

From that day, she spent tireless nights in training, losing the third match would certainly bring a punishment that would make the lashes seem like child’s play. Though she had spent long in practice, her strength was little in comparison to others. Thus, she started to work on her agility, making use of her lithe form. In the previous matches, she was easily thrown or knocked back, so Lily started to work on her balance. From then on, she had never worn flat shoes, torturing her feet in high heels until they were no longer a bother to her.
The countless hours in training meant no time would be spent at the club. This only made her adrenaline soar higher as well as her growing frustrations when she had entered the match.

In that third match, her opponent had nearly died.

Most battles after that seemed to be narrowly successful, there were a few that she had lost but she had soon made up the following week.
~
At 32, Lily had gained the gang enough money and chose to quit being a battler. She then began to devote herself to her club, helping it thrive and nurture it out from the time where her Battler days had starved it of her visits.

By 33, she had kept to her part of the deal to Chrome, supplying the gang with a share of her profits, soon exceeding the amount of money she had blackmailed. She was soon promoted to President seeing as she had no other wish than to manage her club.

Upon receiving the title, she had finally gained the amount of trust to change her name. For five years, she was Lily Reiner, constantly reminded of her dead brother. Lily Reiner, the girl who was isolated from many gang members.
No longer did she hold such a childish grudge against her mother, this would have been some form of honouring her even after the spiteful words Lily had parted with.
Choosing a name that her mother had given her when she was born-

She became Meixiu Liang.

Gang history: She joined at the age of 20. Due to her taking a lot of money from the Green Tigers through her father’s blackmail, Mei/Mélanie was a wanted person. Thus the only way to survive was to seek help…and the only place that the Green Tigers would be unable to touch…The Purple Lions. She joined, safe under their protection as well as them helping her to build up a new identity. It was somehow a selfish choice as she only joined for her own safety, not to aid the Purple Lions in their cause. However, now she has grown to see them as family and fights, still not for their cause, but so they won’t have to get hurt.
Age 20-Streetfighter
Age 27-Battler
Age 32-Chrome gave her a year to fulfil the deal
Age 33-President

Weapons:

Weapon 1: A single tailed whip with a hard leather end coated with a thin layer of kevlar[that she keeps secured around her right leg—a Domme can’t be left without her toys;D] as well as extremely sharp nails[she is known to sometimes had bladed tips on fake nails]
Weapon 2: N/A

Additional Information:

Voice sample:
Hirano Aya-Hannah Annafellows~Kuroshijitsu www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3OOjY…

Optional extra info:
-She has a love for tats[planning for more_{if I can be bothered xD]} as well as piercings[on other people]
-She has a knife wound on her back.
-She holds large gratitude for Chrome.
-Many people won't recognise Meixiu Liang as the club owner as the club was made under the name Lily Reiner.
-She does wear normal clothes as well but only when out in the streets/being ready for a fight.
-Her gang tattoo is located on the back of her neck[as shown] –one of the reasons being that she doesn’t want to be reminded that she belongs to someone[at least it was like that when she joined]
-She's inherited her father's eyes which were genetically altered to be the most unnatural shade of blue (for a memorable campaign purpose)

Relations: [in rp order]

Sean Terrell/Sean~He crossed her at the wrong time, thus resulting in her finding the need to tease his virgin mind mercilessly. Mei only knows his name as Sean and is oblivious to his status in the gang. His irritation seemed to go after she had stolen his first kiss as did his peaceful nights' sleep. Even though she was in an unpleasant mood that time, Mei wouldn't ever say no to a bit more of fun, playing with him would also aggravate Leo...it would be killing two birds with one stone.

Leo Vierra/Sean's girl/Nameless lion~Seeing Sean up against the wall with Mei had indeedly put Mei on the hit-with-a-bat-list. Mei, being a ballsy bitch, only seemed to find amusement in the girl's fiery personality and chose to ruffle the girl's feathers further. Mei doesn't know the girl's face though, seeing as they were in a dark alley that time.

Dylan Masa/Nameless tiger with the hot bod~ Distracted from her way to pay a visit to Elise, Mei couldn't help but be the kind knight to save the damsel from falling...with ulterior motives of course. The girl calling Mei 'Ma-am' had indeed given Mei the impression of the girl as being polite, innocent and naiive[as if everyone was to be trusted] and it only made Mei want to play with her further under the disguise of a Green tiger businesswoman. Upon receiving information about the girl's job being in a flower shop, Mei wouldn't mind to pay a visit sometime to feast her eyes on...flowers.

Spades /her Bitch/Nameless extreme masochist~[RP in prog]}