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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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Ramona laughed softly, she let the flames blare bright blue and spread to a radius of 10 feet on each side of her, the flames closing the distance betweent them. She could see though the blaring fire, as her eyes had adapted to the heat. Her body still engulfed, she laughed wickedly before letting the flames come back to her body. "Burning alive is not a pleasant way to die," she said in her sharp voice. "By the time it would take you to fight me and drag me there, your skin would be melting like a pool of wax, your blood and internal organs spilling out for the remainder of your pack to find you." She let the flames cease from her body and went back to her hands. "Very charming you werewolves are, I can see why no one enjoys the company of werewolves, half of you can't even stand each other," She turned and laughed, leaving fiery footprints behind her as she walked away slowly, not getting in any kind of hurry. She closed her hands and kept the fire burning inside her fists until she reached the outskirts of the Forrest and released the flames, letting them die out completely.
Ramona laughed softly, "Unlike you, wolf, I don't claim land. I walk where my magic leads me," her voice was sharp as both of her hands engulfed in blue flames. She opened her right hand and formed a ball. "I'm passing through, playing with my magic. I don't want or need your territory." Her eyes turned blue to match the large ball of spining fire in her hand. She let the fire die down and engulf her fists once again, "I'm not looking for a fight, whomever you are." She smirked softly once more before letting her entire body engulf in flames before she took a couple steps toward him and laughed a deep menacing sound. She turned and walked back in the same direction she was going, flames still covering every part of her like a second skin.
Ramona pranced through the woods slowly, the flame in her hand now turning into one in each hand as she watched them they grew large then shrunk back to hardly noticeable so she could hide them and use them when need be. She stopped in her tracks when she almost collided with a male werewolf running through the Forrest. She didn't speak, but she stood still for only a moment I examine his large frame. She kept walking, she had no fear of werewolves, the only thing she feared was water. She kept her flames concealed in her clutches fists, wondering what this rather large werewolf would do once he noticed her. She wasn't afraid to use to her magic. She had killed many with it before and would do it again if need be. Ramona turned her head toward him momentarily before continuing her slow walking pace she was at before he werewolf appeared.
Ramona continued to walk as she turned the fire over and over in circles in the palm of her hand. She heard some chattering in the distance then a giggle. She paused for a moment, holding the fire in her hand as a burning blue flame. She didn't know who the chattering belonged to until she took a couple more steps and saw two distant figures. She kept walking slowly, keeping the corner of her eye on the figures. Two together? Probably werewolves. She laughed softly as she made the fire into a wold figure with the wave of her hand and then back into a flame that she tossed from hand to hand.
Her legs swung from the tree branch she was perched upon. Ramona had her lighter in her hand, flicking the trigger and letting the flame burn slowly. She manipulated fire, throwing it, shaping it, even engulfing herself in it without a single burn, but creating it was something she could not accomplish so her lighter was always with her. Ramona let the howls roll past her ears without a response. She clasped the lighter top shut then crawled back down the tree to the ground. Her black tight leggings were tucked into her mid-calf black combat boots and her deep red top dipped into a V in the front and flowed in the wind from the sheer material. She opened the lighter and flicked the trigger, bringing the flame alive again. Her hand waved over the flame and the fire moved to her hand. She put the lighter back in her pocket and formed the flame into a large circular ball, throwing it back and forth from hand to hand as she walked back toward her home through the Forrest slowly.
Name: Ramona Belvedere
Age: Twenty-One Years
[Appearance](http://oi62.tinypic.com/2mgmtrt.jpg)
Race: Witch
Gender: Female
Personality: Ramona is has a fiery personality- no pun intended. She is a firecracker, always willing to step in and speak. She is not one to be trampled on or take criticism well. Ramona is bubbly and loud, not one to hide or et themselves be used as a doormat. If she needs to say something, she will. As long as you are respectful, she returns the favor. You got treated how you treat her.
Bio: Ramona was raised by her mother, a witch, and her father, a warlock, until they both were brutally murdered in a mysterious house fire. Ramona was not home at the time, staying that night with a close relative so her parents could have some free time. Ramona was a hand full growing up. She hated school and didn't listen to anyone, so she was placed in foster care and there she would stay until eighteen years old. She now has an apartment and a job and feels like she fits in well with the humans.
Magic: Fire Bender, she can manipulate fire.
Other: Bazinga
Ramona slowly takes a deep breath and stands, pulling her jacket tighter around her. "Uh, I'm Ramona. Red is definitely my favorite color, for now. And my favorite author would have to be the great poet, Robert Frost." She said all in one breath before sitting down quickly and crossing her legs under her desk. She didn't like being the center of attention, too many people she didn't know. What if someone recognized her from the news last year? What if someone remembered her face all this time? Ramona shook her foot nervously before looking back up to the male whom introduced himself as Lukin. His energy he projected made her feel less neevous. She, however, kept her guard up and senses heightened. Ramona smiled softly, placing the end of her red fingernails against her bottom lip. She looked down at her desk silently, listening as the introductions of each student continued.
Full Name: Scarlett Ramona Pierce
Age: Twenty-Three
Gender: Female
[Physical Description](http://oi61.tinypic.com/2hg7awz.jpg)
Criminal History: Charged with two counts of Possession of Drugs with no intent to sell, specifically, Cocaine and Marijuana.
Addictions/Mental Disorders: No addictions after several months in a court-ordered rehab.
College Degree: Bachelors in Marine Biology
Relevant experience or skills: Scarlett is smart, she catches on quickly and is willing to be the one to stand out of the crowd. She is real and doesn't candy-coat anything. Scarlett is secretive and mysterious, so secrets stay secrets with her.
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Ramona hears a vibrating chuckle, and sees a soft hint of blue out of the corner of her eye. A smile crosses her lips as she looks two seats ahead of her, a warlock, the bottom layer of his hair a beautiful layer of stunning blue. She made eye contact with him, but could feel his uneasiness through his energy, and her paranoia kicked in again. She ducked her head, swinging her hair at an attempt to cover the scar across the right side of her face and the scars on her neck. She dared not look back up, and just listened to the conversation between the teacher to the students, then listen to the student, whom introduced himself as Daniel, speak to the class. She kept her eyes alert, cutting them across the room then back with her hands folded nearly in her lap. Ramona wanted to run, why did she even come back to school after what happened. She shook her right boot again, silently hoping the teacher would overlook her. Maybe she could cast a spell to make herself invisible to the teacher? Too risky. Just calm down, Ramona, calm down.
Ramona caught the male figure out of the corner of her eye. She smiles softly, "It's open. Feel free to take it." She said softly, her voice a gentle bell-like tone. Ramona made eye contact with him for a moment, before looking back out the window. Her finger nails rapped on the desk once gently and she watched a single bird fly come out of the tree and fly around in small elegant circles. The bird flew where her eyes moved, until she looked away, remembering not to draw attention to herself by using her magic to play with nature, and the bird landed back into the tree it first flew from. Ramona enjoyed nature, the beauty of it was pleasant to view. However, it would be much better if she could take the fake contacts out of her eyes. She blinked as her eyes watered and she wiped away the tear with her index finger.
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