Post by RAMONA CASSIDY on Jan 27, 2012 23:09:34 GMT -5
...RAMONA LISA CASSIDY*
* Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. *
[/size]* Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in. *
...basics*
name Ramona Lisa Cassidy (Yeah, really. Her parents think they’re funny)
nickname Mona, Rammy, but for the most part, Ramona is just fine, thanks.
age Twenty One
gender Female
grade N/A
hometown Fowlerville, MI
sexuality Pansexual
personification The Big Bad Wolf from the Three Little Pigs
status Awake
face claim Lyn-Z Way
...appearance*
hair color Ramona is one of those oddities who has naturally black hair.
eye color A very dark brown; when she’s about to shift, they turn completely black.
build She's got a farmgirls build. Curvy, yet still sturdy.
height 5'7"
clothing style She generally wear what’s comfortable, but she’s also quite fond of the demented Schoolgirl look.
distinctive traits Her hair is almost constantly in pigtails, which looks very endearing rather than stupid.
...personal*
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 the New York 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 Big Bad 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.
past
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.
present
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! She decided to sell the farmland to a company for a very large sum of money, and move out to New York City.
Ramona recently unpacked all her belongings that she cared for into a two bedroom loft apartment in the Lost Boys housing complex, and is eagerly counting down the days to her next full moon. She spends her days playing bass, or scouting out good places to run, eat, people-watch. She's finally living the life she always wanted.
And it's about to get a whole hell of a lot more interesting.
family
Dell Cassidy – 49 – Farmer - Deceased (Car Accident)
Rhonda Cassidy - 47 - Farmer - Deceased (Car Accident)
likes
The City. So Much better than that one horse town she used to live in.
Meattttt! Barely cooked, still bleeding, seriously, just run it through a warm room. She'll chow the fuck down.
Running. Whether it be in human or wolf form, she has constant energy, and likes to use it when she can.
The night. Early to bed, early to rise? Uhm, no.
Playing her bass. It's soothing.
Songs with her name in them. Seriously, do you know how many there are? That also counts Mona Lisa too.
Excersise. It quells the common energy coursing through her veins, especially on full moon days. This includes dancing, punching bags, and one wouldn't be too shocked to see her at the fight club.
When she's called a bitch. Haha, they have NO idea.
dislikes
Vegetables. If she was supposed to eat green things, she would be able to turn into a rabbit, now wouldn't she?
Loud noises. To her overly sensitive ears, they hurt. Badly.
Bricks. She thinks they are ugly, and they make her feel kind of trapped.
Being told what to do. She likes her freedom dammit.
The fear of being caught. It nags at her sometimes, she doesn't want to end up in some lab, or worse, at the circus.
Peanut Butter. She hates the taste, hates the smell. Seriously, fuck peanut butter.
Spiders. They quick her the fuck out. Too many legs, man. And this is coming from a bitch with four sometimes.
other notes Nothing whatever! (That's VERY IMPORTANT.)
...literature*
book title The Three Little Pigs
backstory SO, there are these pigs right? And one day, their mom kicks em out into the world to seek their fortune and shit. So they go out, and apparently have no idea how to do that shit, so they instead build some houses. Now, the first one is borderline retarded, okay, because he builds his house out of motherfucking straw. That shit only works in the jungle, yo. And the second, I guess he was a little smarter, since he built his out of sticks. But still. Who does he think he is, with his little log cabin Abe Lincoln? And the third, he aiight, I guess. Builds his shit out of bricks.
ANYWAY, so these pigs be chillin in they cribs, and this bad ass wolf walks by, and can practically smell the bacon burnin. So he walks up to this straw house, and calls out "Ay yo pig, lemme in!" And the pig replys back "Naw, nigga, you a wolf!" So the wolf tries to threaten him: "Lemme in or I will wreck yo shit!" This pig is dumb, and still says no. So, The Wolf, BAMF that he is, blows that shit down, and eats the pig.
Second house, not much changes. Stupid pig won't let the wolf in, wolf fucks up his house, and then eats the pig. NBD, but he's still got them munchies. So he goes to the third house, and this is where shit gets 12 kinds of fucked up. He rolls up, demanding to be let in, and that pig is like "lol nope, you ain't getting in!" So the wolf tries to blow that shit down. Doesn't work. So he tries again. No dice. So he tries to get tricky, and lure the pig out. That pig is the smart one, and doesn't fall for it.
So the wolf, starving thing that he is, decides to Santa Claus that shit and come down the chimney. The third pig, has put a pot of water on to boil over the fireplace. Wolf falls in, and smart ass pig has wolf stew. The end.
...roleplayer*
name Captain Alice Sparrow
age Yo Ho
gender Yo Ho
rp experience A pirate’s life for me!
how you found ouac Trololololol.
rp sample THERES A SHE-WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET, LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
