Post by RAMONA LISA CASSIDY on Apr 4, 2012 0:52:32 GMT -5
RAMONA LISA CASSIDY
FULL NAME: Ramona Lisa Cassidy (Her parents were comedians.)
NICK NAME: Mona
AGE: 21
COMMUNITY SUPPORT: Hunter
ORIENTATION: Straight as an arrow.
SPIRIT AND MOVIE: Wolf from Beauty and the Beast
FACE CLAIM: Lyn-z Way
EYE COLOR: A very dark brown; when she’s about to shift, they turn completely black.
HAIR COLOR: Ramona is one of those oddities who has naturally black hair.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: She's Five foot Seven, and 162 lbs.
DESCRIPTION: Ramona is...kind of a wild card. For the most part, she looks relatively normal, if you discount the fact that she wears clothes intended for a schoolgirl, pigtails and all. And then there's those odd times where her face will take on a distinctive wolfishness, sharp eyes, pointed face, prominent cheekbones. For the most part though, she looks like a sweet girl you can have a conversation with. She's got a farmgirl's build; Curvy, yet still sturdy. Her thighs are probably her most prominent feature, because they look strong. She's got creamy pale skin that's decorated with the odd tattoo here and there, but nothing of import.
PERSONALITY:
Reckless – Ramona is the queen of no fucks to give. Ever since her first shift, she’s been utterly convinced that she is nigh invincible. This manifests itself in many ways, from something as little as eating raw chunks of steak to playing chicken in city traffic, to even playing a game of Tag with some dogcatchers once. Even if they catch her, they'll be very confused when they find a naked female in their kennel the next morning.
Charismatic – She's always been a bit of a talker. Mostly because she refuses to take no for an answer. There's always a way to smooth talk her way into somewhere, and if that doesn't work, she doesn't mind being a bit pushy in some respects. Not that it's come to that many times.
Wild - Ever since The Wolf woke up, he’s been a constant presence in her head, never speaking, only pushing her to do. As such, she sees no point in depriving herself of her animalistic tendencies and urges. She does what she wants, when she pleases, she is very much an alpha female. She exerts her dominance in any and every situation she can, she eats her meat as rare as possible, she fights, fucks, drinks, smokes. She does what she wants because she is the boss, and she can.
HAS BEEN LIVING IN MEMORY: 2 weeks.
HOMETOWN: Fowlerville, MI
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Dell Cassidy – 49 – Farmer - Deceased (Car Accident)
Rhonda Cassidy - 47 - Farmer - Deceased (Car Accident)
HISTORY: When Ramona was born, there wasn't a big to-do. As a matter of fact, her parents had little to do with her at all until she was of working age. Her early years she spent in a high chair, or a playpen while her mother and father worked tirelessly on the family farm. It had been passed down generation to generation, and made a healthy sum of money by selling to corporations. They weren't about to give that up to raise a child. Besides, Rhonda had already spent the previous 7 months out of commission due to the pregnancy. As such, Ramona learned very quickly to be independent. Though it did take her a while to learn to read, her parents potty-trained her, taught her to walk, and speak very early. It helped them in the long run. She could feed the animals with those skills.
Her childhood passed quickly as her parents grew increasingly more distant, and she grew ever more capable of taking care of herself. Her teenage years, she hadn't even thought of rebelling, since there was nothing to rebel to. To quell her infinite boredom, she taught herself how to play the bass, and even joined a band for a short time, but it broke up for some stupid reason that high school bands always break up for. She still played the bass, but vowed to stay out of high school bands.
Her parents were more like roommates that she worked for. She went to school, giving up any hope of a social life in her hick town, and instead devoted all her time to working for her parents, and saving up money so she could eventually leave. She wanted to go somewhere cool, where people were interesting, and things actually happened. In Ramona's opinion Nothing ever happened in Fowlerville, the most exciting thing there was when the fair came to town.
And then, when she was 17, she was proven very wrong.
She was awoken one night, by the sound of pigs squealing. Now, she always had hated the pigs at her farm, nasty disgusting things. But her bedroom window faced their pen, and this sounded pretty urgent. On a mission to get them to SHUT UP, Ramona hopped out of bed, and traveled down to the sty to see what the commotion was.
A Wolf. A big. Ass. Wolf. There it was, munching away on the pigs she had been raising her whole life. There was blood all over the ground, clear as day in the light of the full moon. Thinking of her parent's reaction, and how she would have to explain this in the morning, she was overcome with rage. She charged at the wolf, which took off running into the woods. She gave chase.
She wasn't sure when it happened exactly, but one moment she was sprinting through the trees after it, and the next, she awoke lying stark naked on the forest floor, curled up to the pelt of the dead wolf. She was caked in dirt, and blood, and totally confused about where to go. But she stood, and the wind shifted, giving her a trail of scents to follow. The overpowering smell of a chicken coop and the slightly enticing smell of pig's blood led her back home. Confused, but having a vague understanding of what was going on, she climbed up the side of the house, into her room, where she washed herself off and promptly went back to sleep.
The next night, also a full moon, she snuck out, and into the woods, trying very hard to concentrate on what was going on. She felt very stupid for a while, until she felt her body start to shake. Quickly, she stripped down to nothing, and just in time too. The change was painful, her bones moving and reworking themselves into a completely different animal, and her last pained shriek turned into a yelping howl. She couldn't believe it. She ran around the forest, the town, her home, catching herself in every reflective surface. It was true. She had turned into a wolf. She was a werewolf. A monster, a creature from storybooks. And she thought it was so cool.
From that night onward, it was hard for Ramona's parents to get her to do anything. She hit her rebellious stride, though she still wanted nothing more than out. She still worked for her money. But every full moon, and every time she got a little too overheated, she would cast all that off and go running, sleeping through the next day entirely. This continued for a year and a half, with Ramona caring less and less about her parents and their worries that she was on drugs. She simply wanted more out of life than what they were offering.
In the winter of her 18th year, Ramona was unhappily awoken by a call from the police department. There had been an accident. Apparently, driving home from a farmers convention, her parents had hit a spot of black ice on a hill, colliding head on with a tree, killing them both instantly. Ramona was speechless. She hadn't ever really cared for them, nor them for her very much, but they were still her parents, and she wasn't completely heartless.
She mourned them for a time, maintaining the farm for two more years, before the stress and pressure got too much for her to handle. She had inherited her parents farm, but not their will to tend it. She still needed out, needed more! That's when she got her letter inviting her to Memory, Maine. It sounded promising, as anything would have to her at that point, and she left.
When she arrived, she noticed something strange. She couldn't leave. There were others, people who knew things, some that didn't. She preferred to stay out of their way until she knew what was going on. She sticks to her room, and when she does leave, she hightails it to the woods, where she hunts with a few others of her kind.
DISNEY CHARACTER: A wolf from Beauty and The Beast
STATUS: Awake.
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: She's a werewolf.
DESCRIPTION: Ramona and The Wolf are one and the same. She's staked her claim as Alpha ladywolf, and spends most of her free time in wolf form, hunting meat to help the town. She might not like it in this odd little place, but she'll do her damndest to make it bearable for everyone. She's no Mother Teresa, but she's at least trying.
YOUR NAME: Alice!
YOUR AGE: 19
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: A decade.
YOUR SAMPLE:
Beautiful day in the zones.
From Zones 1 to 4, Viki had been making her rounds, bouncing between healing the injured populace and dodging exterminators and Draculoids in the barren, craggy, wasteland. Her job was made easier by the elusive Killjoys, who apparently were also spending the day making their way around the zones dropping off supplies and medicines. However, medicine could only go so far. Thats what Nurse Victory was there for, for healing broken legs, and mysterious illnesses. For sapping poison from wounds, and generally doing what regular medicine couldn't. It was a bitch to deal with all the rads, but worth it to save lives.
But it had been a quiet couple of weeks, and all her work was done for the day. She drove through the desert, the radio tuned to WKIL as always. The song that had been playing drifted to a stop, the voice of Daddy D suddenly wafting through her beat up, much abused, but still beloved GTO.
"It's a beautiful day in the zones, children. Radiation levels are low and spirits are up! Good old Dr. Death Defying here, saying that it's a good day to connect with those closest to you and thank whatever that you ain't ghosted. This next song goes out to all those doe-eyed Crash Queens out there missin their daddies."
Girl, you'll be a woman soon... The familiar melody surrounded her, and she laughed to herself, before stomping the break pedal and swinging into a hard u-turn, tires squealing in protest. The GTO had a smooth ride, for how old it was. Daddy D had given it to her for her 19th birthday, shortly before she went her own way. He had played their song, told her that she would need a way to get around the zones, and to escape the ghost makers. It had been the best birthday ever. Vic was suddenly overcome with raging guilt. It had been three months since she had made it out to see him, and it was clear from the music blaring from her speakers that he missed her. She pushed the gas pedal harder, only to be met with a terrifying sight.
Three black challengers were up ahead, probably packed to the brim with exterminators. They were driving the same way she was, heading into Zone 2, so maybe they hadn't seen her. Not looking for a fight, she quickly turned off road, and parked until she was sure they were far enough away. Fuck. Looks like it was shortcut time. If the exterminators were out in that big of a hunting party, it looked like they were searching for public enemies to execute. She didn't know the Killjoys, but she respected them enough to send them some fair warning, and the best way to do that would be to get to Daddy's. Fast.
She punched the accelerator with her foot, relying on shortcuts and backways to stay out of the sights of the black cars until she reached a dilapidated little shack on the side of a craggy mountain. She parked her car behind a large outcropping of rock and quickly shimmied to the door, knocking out a code, three quick raps, followed by two more slower knocks. After about thirty seconds, a gruff voice greeted her. "What's the problem tumbleweed?" Viki's mouth tugged up into a sideways grin as she responded "Help me! My momma's been shot!" The door opened to reveal Daddy D, grinning wide. "There you are Bambi! Glad to see you got my message."
She followed him inside, where he already had a bottle of cola waiting for her. She popped the cap off with the inside of her arm, and swigged, catching Daddy D's eye and trying not to laugh. "What?" She asked, shooting him a petulant glance. He turned away, back towards the broadcasting room. "I see how it is. Aint seen the old man in months, and can't even spare him a hug?" Viki laughed, and enveloped him in a bear hug from behind. "Where's Show Pony?" They entered the room, where some faint music was playing to keep the radio from playing dead air. "Ah, you know he don't like being around you since you healed his favorite scab." With a shudder of disgust, and a shrug of her shoulders showing off how NOT SORRY she was, Viki made herself comfortable.
It was nice here. No bugs to worry about, no Drac freaks, no exterminators...shit. "Oh. Uhm. Daddy D? We have a problem. An assload Exterminators on patrol, last seen heading towards Zone 2. From the looks of it, they're out for blood." He glanced back at her, all business, before sitting down in his chair and putting on his DJ voice. He flipped a switch, interrupting the musicflow with a grating screech of feedback.
"109 in the sky, interrupting your listening schedule with a special report. This is Dr. Death Defying, here to tell you to keep your eyes to the line, tumbleweeds, if you're not looking to get ghosted. It sounds like the exterminators are hot and heavy in the zones, and the last thing any of you in the second ring of hell are gonna want is your 15 minutes on stage. Look alive, Killjoys, we're callin' your names!"
Another flick of the switch, and a fast paced punk song ghosted through a pair of headphones around his neck. Viki raised her eyebrows, wondering how he did that. So much code underneath that small speech, all of it vitally important. She hoped that the Killjoys got the message, or shit was about to get hairy. "You think they got the message?" she said, a note of worry in her tone. He looked tired, but he shot her a smile. "Well Bambi, whatever happens, you'll be seeing them later today. You eat anything?" Uneasily, she stood, and they got back to normal. For the next 20 minutes or so, she followed him about the station, talking, catching up. You know, family junk.
This familial peacefulness was interrupted by a ruckus at the door. Daddy D rushed up, and Viki tried to stay in the back, anxiously chewing her fingers. She assumed the best, that the Killjoys had infact made it there, but she could have always been followed. When she heard the voice of Daddy D, she let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Nurse Victory? Out here please." Oh. That meant there was business to be done. So it was the Killjoys, and if they needed her, they had apparently just survived a clap with the exterminators.
She walked out into the front room, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. She would have recognized those faces anywhere; of course, it helped that they hadn't seemed to age a day since she last saw them in the tunnels underneath New York. Suddenly, she was overcome with rage. How did they manage to keep their whole family, and she had had to get a new one? How was it that they continued to look perfect and wonderful (save for the bullet wounds), while she showed 7 years of bad luck? "What the fuck...." She sighed quietly, understanding that as angry as she was, these boys needed help badly.
"Alright then, let's get down to it. I'm Nurse Victory, and I'm here to help." She forced a smile that looked downright out of place on her gaunt face. "Which one of you is bleeding the worst?" She eyed them over and noticed that three of the four seemed to be in differing, but still severe amounts of trouble. Fuck, the rads that she'd have to deal with were going to be a bitch. But since they all needed her help as quickly as possible, she decided to deal with that problem when she came to it, and spoke quickly. "Alright, scratch that question. Which one of you is the biggest crybaby?" Deal with the whiny first, so they wouldn't piss you off by complaining about how long you were taking. "Hop it on up here, lets get this over with."
From Zones 1 to 4, Viki had been making her rounds, bouncing between healing the injured populace and dodging exterminators and Draculoids in the barren, craggy, wasteland. Her job was made easier by the elusive Killjoys, who apparently were also spending the day making their way around the zones dropping off supplies and medicines. However, medicine could only go so far. Thats what Nurse Victory was there for, for healing broken legs, and mysterious illnesses. For sapping poison from wounds, and generally doing what regular medicine couldn't. It was a bitch to deal with all the rads, but worth it to save lives.
But it had been a quiet couple of weeks, and all her work was done for the day. She drove through the desert, the radio tuned to WKIL as always. The song that had been playing drifted to a stop, the voice of Daddy D suddenly wafting through her beat up, much abused, but still beloved GTO.
"It's a beautiful day in the zones, children. Radiation levels are low and spirits are up! Good old Dr. Death Defying here, saying that it's a good day to connect with those closest to you and thank whatever that you ain't ghosted. This next song goes out to all those doe-eyed Crash Queens out there missin their daddies."
Girl, you'll be a woman soon... The familiar melody surrounded her, and she laughed to herself, before stomping the break pedal and swinging into a hard u-turn, tires squealing in protest. The GTO had a smooth ride, for how old it was. Daddy D had given it to her for her 19th birthday, shortly before she went her own way. He had played their song, told her that she would need a way to get around the zones, and to escape the ghost makers. It had been the best birthday ever. Vic was suddenly overcome with raging guilt. It had been three months since she had made it out to see him, and it was clear from the music blaring from her speakers that he missed her. She pushed the gas pedal harder, only to be met with a terrifying sight.
Three black challengers were up ahead, probably packed to the brim with exterminators. They were driving the same way she was, heading into Zone 2, so maybe they hadn't seen her. Not looking for a fight, she quickly turned off road, and parked until she was sure they were far enough away. Fuck. Looks like it was shortcut time. If the exterminators were out in that big of a hunting party, it looked like they were searching for public enemies to execute. She didn't know the Killjoys, but she respected them enough to send them some fair warning, and the best way to do that would be to get to Daddy's. Fast.
She punched the accelerator with her foot, relying on shortcuts and backways to stay out of the sights of the black cars until she reached a dilapidated little shack on the side of a craggy mountain. She parked her car behind a large outcropping of rock and quickly shimmied to the door, knocking out a code, three quick raps, followed by two more slower knocks. After about thirty seconds, a gruff voice greeted her. "What's the problem tumbleweed?" Viki's mouth tugged up into a sideways grin as she responded "Help me! My momma's been shot!" The door opened to reveal Daddy D, grinning wide. "There you are Bambi! Glad to see you got my message."
She followed him inside, where he already had a bottle of cola waiting for her. She popped the cap off with the inside of her arm, and swigged, catching Daddy D's eye and trying not to laugh. "What?" She asked, shooting him a petulant glance. He turned away, back towards the broadcasting room. "I see how it is. Aint seen the old man in months, and can't even spare him a hug?" Viki laughed, and enveloped him in a bear hug from behind. "Where's Show Pony?" They entered the room, where some faint music was playing to keep the radio from playing dead air. "Ah, you know he don't like being around you since you healed his favorite scab." With a shudder of disgust, and a shrug of her shoulders showing off how NOT SORRY she was, Viki made herself comfortable.
It was nice here. No bugs to worry about, no Drac freaks, no exterminators...shit. "Oh. Uhm. Daddy D? We have a problem. An assload Exterminators on patrol, last seen heading towards Zone 2. From the looks of it, they're out for blood." He glanced back at her, all business, before sitting down in his chair and putting on his DJ voice. He flipped a switch, interrupting the musicflow with a grating screech of feedback.
"109 in the sky, interrupting your listening schedule with a special report. This is Dr. Death Defying, here to tell you to keep your eyes to the line, tumbleweeds, if you're not looking to get ghosted. It sounds like the exterminators are hot and heavy in the zones, and the last thing any of you in the second ring of hell are gonna want is your 15 minutes on stage. Look alive, Killjoys, we're callin' your names!"
Another flick of the switch, and a fast paced punk song ghosted through a pair of headphones around his neck. Viki raised her eyebrows, wondering how he did that. So much code underneath that small speech, all of it vitally important. She hoped that the Killjoys got the message, or shit was about to get hairy. "You think they got the message?" she said, a note of worry in her tone. He looked tired, but he shot her a smile. "Well Bambi, whatever happens, you'll be seeing them later today. You eat anything?" Uneasily, she stood, and they got back to normal. For the next 20 minutes or so, she followed him about the station, talking, catching up. You know, family junk.
This familial peacefulness was interrupted by a ruckus at the door. Daddy D rushed up, and Viki tried to stay in the back, anxiously chewing her fingers. She assumed the best, that the Killjoys had infact made it there, but she could have always been followed. When she heard the voice of Daddy D, she let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Nurse Victory? Out here please." Oh. That meant there was business to be done. So it was the Killjoys, and if they needed her, they had apparently just survived a clap with the exterminators.
She walked out into the front room, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. She would have recognized those faces anywhere; of course, it helped that they hadn't seemed to age a day since she last saw them in the tunnels underneath New York. Suddenly, she was overcome with rage. How did they manage to keep their whole family, and she had had to get a new one? How was it that they continued to look perfect and wonderful (save for the bullet wounds), while she showed 7 years of bad luck? "What the fuck...." She sighed quietly, understanding that as angry as she was, these boys needed help badly.
"Alright then, let's get down to it. I'm Nurse Victory, and I'm here to help." She forced a smile that looked downright out of place on her gaunt face. "Which one of you is bleeding the worst?" She eyed them over and noticed that three of the four seemed to be in differing, but still severe amounts of trouble. Fuck, the rads that she'd have to deal with were going to be a bitch. But since they all needed her help as quickly as possible, she decided to deal with that problem when she came to it, and spoke quickly. "Alright, scratch that question. Which one of you is the biggest crybaby?" Deal with the whiny first, so they wouldn't piss you off by complaining about how long you were taking. "Hop it on up here, lets get this over with."
