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Life is kicking my ass right now.
Appologies for being flakey, but the past 6-8 months have been very... Difficult to say the least.
If you're interested in a role play send me a PM. I will no longer be doing large group Roleplays. Only small group or 1x1's. I also cannot garuntee how often or how much I will reply as I am rusty and I often get very busy with two jobs and as a full time college student.
Appologies for being flakey, but the past 6-8 months have been very... Difficult to say the least.
If you're interested in a role play send me a PM. I will no longer be doing large group Roleplays. Only small group or 1x1's. I also cannot garuntee how often or how much I will reply as I am rusty and I often get very busy with two jobs and as a full time college student.
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If you are interested, send me a PM!
I have a plot idea that i would like to use. Its a forbidden love/Obsession/Thrilling/Action type of plot.
This will have mature content and is only for 18+!
Thank you!
Ramona exhaled the last bit of smoke from her lungs before throwing the lot cigarette down and crushing it into the ground with the toe of her boot. Addictions never die easy. She dusted off her black shorts and kept her deep red colored jacket pulled tightly around her body. As she entered the school, her hood went over her darkest black colored hair. She avoided any eye contact as she looked at her schedule. Avoiding eye contact was the best thing, even though she wore contacts that made her eyes appear normal, they still sometimes looked too fake. English? Oh, lovely. She strolled into the classroom, picking the most isolated seat she could find and the closest to the window she could get also. She dropped her hood once she took her seat and stared out the window. Students rushed to class past the classroom door, sending loud bursts of chatter and laughter in. Ramona pressed her red colored fingernails into her bottom lip. Hopefully, this day would end soon. So many people, so many faces, unfamiliar faces at that. She swallowed back her fears and shook her right black mid-calf boot nervously. Paranoid? Maybe, but she had reason to be.
I'm in!
[Appearance](http://oi45.tinypic.com/30wv6s2.jpg)
Name: Ramona Belvedere
Age: Eighteen Years Old
Weapon: Two 7" long blade with 2.4 mm thickness she have her father for Christmas two years ago, then took from the house after he... Well, turned.
Backpack: A repelling rope, a bottle of Wine she took from her mother'a cellar, two repelling hooks, Three cigarettes left in a carton, a lighter, and a pair of gloves.
More info: She was a hiker and a gymnast so she has always been physically fit.
Name: Ramona Belvedere
Age: Five Hundred and Twenty-Eight
When you were turned: Twenty-One
Clothes: A thick black leather chest piece wraps tightly around her breasts and half-way down her mid-section. When her ribs stop, so does the chest piece. It is cinched together like a corset in the back, revealing most of her back through the open leather bound laces. The black leather is carved beautifully with many designs. It has no sleeves as to free her arms for battle. Over her shoulders and around her head she wears a hunter green cloak made from a light fabric. It has any rips and tears, but just serves as something to help conceal herself. Around her lower waist and down to just above her mid-thigh a tight black leather skirt carved with the same detail is worn. She wears black thigh-high boots and a black thick leather arm guard that covers from her wrist to her elbow on each arm.
[Appearance](http://oi62.tinypic.com/2w2lxyg.jpg)
Weapons:
A pair of Cold Steel Bushman Series 7" long blade, 2.4 mm thick fixed blade knives concealed in holsters under her skirt strapped to her thighs.
Powers: Ever since birth, Ramona has discovered she had a gift for telekinesis. She can levitate objects or people within reason with her mind and hold it in mid-air or throw it with great force. She can only pick 2-3 objects up at once and they must be close for her range of telekinesis is not very advanced. As for normal advantages, She trusts no one. She believes only she can defend herself and will not be part of a "team" or "clan" just because they say it's safer. She's independent, making it on her own just fine, without anyone.
Personality: Cold and Bitter over the loss of her father. (to be continued..)
Camper Name - Ramona Belvedere
Age - Seventeen
Gender - Female
Personality - Outspoken, Funny, Can come off as rude, optimist, rule breaker.
Hobbies - Singing, Playing Guitar, Dancing, Breaking Rules, Being Free
Preferred Cabin - 3
[Outfit](http://oi58.tinypic.com/zvwz1d.jpg)
[Shoes](http://oi59.tinypic.com/m915pw.jpg)
Other - Has a long scar across her right bicep. Has nose and lip pierced along with each ear pierced three times.
[Appearance](http://oi62.tinypic.com/amvash.jpg)
Name: Ramona Belvedere
Age: 21 years
Rap Sheet: 18 Counts of prostitution, 7 counts of involuntary manslaughter, 23 counts of breaking and entering, 12 counts of armed robbery.
Bio/Personality: Ramona is an independent, self-sufficient spirit. She doesn't take hand outs, nor does he trust anyone enough to confide in them for any necessities. Ramona had to fight for her life since day one, so she has grown cold and bitter. Ramona has no family, so there is nothing to lose for her. She fights for what she needs or what she wants.
Dirty secret: She moved from Russia and changed her identity. Anyone who digs too deep into her past, she gets rid of them before they can dig any deeper.
Name: Ramona Belvedere
Age: Seventeen Years
Gender: Female
Witch, Warlock, Human: Witch
Personality: Ramona is a soft soul. She is quiet and reserved, and often gets hurt very easily. She doesn't hide her emotions well and often tends to stay away from crowds for that reason. Ramona smiles often and nature makes her happy. She is a optimist, unless her feelings get in the way.
History: Ramona lived in a small home in northern Virginia. She was moved here after an incident at her previous school. She doesn't like to talk about that day. Anyway, Ramona attempted to flee after the incident and her guardians decided to move her in attempts to appease Ramona into staying with them.
Appearance: [Ramona](http://oi61.tinypic.com/se7knn.jpg)
Distinguishing Feature: No pupil or color is visible in her eye, her eyes are completely white.
Other: Ramona has a deep scar that goes over her right temple and across her face to her ear, where her ear and the side of her neck is engulfed in burn scars. She keeps her hair long and down to help cover these scars. Moon.
I don't want to go too deep into the plot, but I'm going to give some highlights and if it meets your interests feel free to private message me.
The orange-yellow glowing dim light creeped through the cracks in dark stone walls, almost appearing as lava that was just waiting to consume your body. The small amount of light what just enough to see the boundaries that contained you, but limited your knowledge of what or who was in the stone-walled cage you were in. Your mind played tricks on you, a creak here, a whisper there.. You couldn't take it.
"Help! Help! Where am I?" You stood and ran to a wall, only to be greeted by a hiss and a hand against your chest. You froze, you should've sat still, you shouldn't have moved. You shivered just as a dulling pain hit your chest, the hand on your chest was so cold, almost lifeless feeling against your chest. You couldn't make your legs work. You felt the hand move, and the dim light faded out until you stood, wondering where the hand went. Should you dare feel around in hopes of finding something? Anything to get you out of here!
Oh how funny it is to watch the new ones come in. You were no exception. You're smart, I'll give you that. Standing still instead of fleeing was in your best interest. I'd hate to have to come pick your pretty boy body off the floor like most of the other who dare to run from Her.
You stood still. You're hands by your side. I could tell you longed for human interaction. For someone to stand by you and say it's just a dream. Oh, but darling it's far worse than a dream, it's a nightmare..
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I like to write at least 4-6 sentences per post. I'd prefer if you'd be able to do the same.
I would play the female.
You would be playing the Male.
Is prefer you be able to post every day or every other day at least.
This would be held in private message, not in a public topic.
I'm very open with twists and surprises! I love twists! Just run them by me first! You get to make your own character.
I won't be god-modeling your character anymore. It was just necessary for the plot summary!
If this small summary sparks your interest send me a private message!
Thank you!
Heavy boots clanking against the tile floors of the hallway, Jay was calmly walking through the school. She had stopped to sketch the snow falling as she looked through a classroom window when she realized the amount of snow that was building up was severe. She knew they were snowed in after trying several of the fire exits with no success. Jay believed she was alone, until a little perky voice rang over the PA system. Jay stood still for a moment, pondering whether to go and see just how many others were stuck here also. Jay played wit her dreads, winding them around and around as to keep them from loosing form. With a shrug of hr shoulders, Jay thought she might as well go meet the others because there is no telling how long they'd be here. As she approached the cafeteria she saw a few classmates, but not many she had ever spoke to in her I entire life.
Jay walked int the cafeteria without saying a word. She smiled at a girl, the one whom she assumed spoke over the PA system, then she sat down at a table and crossed her legs up into her lap like a pretzel. The red flannel shirt she wore was a little thin, and she was getting colder by the minute. Jay rubbed her hands on her arms, attempting to warm herself. She watched her surroundings before pulling her red sketch notebook from her black shoulder bag and working on her sketch of the snow falling she started earlier.
Jay walked int the cafeteria without saying a word. She smiled at a girl, the one whom she assumed spoke over the PA system, then she sat down at a table and crossed her legs up into her lap like a pretzel. The red flannel shirt she wore was a little thin, and she was getting colder by the minute. Jay rubbed her hands on her arms, attempting to warm herself. She watched her surroundings before pulling her red sketch notebook from her black shoulder bag and working on her sketch of the snow falling she started earlier.
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