Post by cetira on Jun 4, 2006 19:35:04 GMT -5
Name: Desmonda Ramos-Castel
Human Alias: Des/Dezzie
Tag: ..[Nine ♣ Lives]..
Celebrity Used: Drea de Matteo
Sexual Preference: Unanswered
Marital Status: Divorced
Age: 29
Occupation: ex Exotic dancer, 'retired' Nurse
Species: WereLeopard
Level: New Level 1
Homid Height: 5'7"
Homid Weight: 122
Lycan Height: Unknown
Lycan Weight: Unknown
Animal Features: None at the moment
Eyes: Varies
Hair: Varies, usually dirty blonde.
Religion: Baptist
Nationality: Spanish-American
Personality: Blunt, a fair is fair attitue, a strong flirt with the few that take her facy and she prefers to go down ablaze - taking others with her.
Languages: English, Spanish
Vehicle(s): Have yet to purchase one.
Weapon(s): None
Location(s): KCMO
Vehicle(s): None at the moment
Weapon(s): None
Fighting Style(s): For now, chick fighting and basic boxing/athletics from gym classes.
RolePlaying Style(s): medium descriptive
Dominant Hand: Left
Favorite Food(s): seaseme chicken
Least Favorite Food(s): Broccoli, uncooked
Allergies: Used to be Peanut Butter, now its silver.
Favorite Place: None right now, usually the beach/boardwalk
Favorite Music: Anything but polka
Favorite Movie(s): Too many to name
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Four continous flow of claw marks from a deceased Nimir-raj, coming from under her left armpit, down below her breast and further to a half inch above the bellybutton. Not entirely healed and may stay as a mark even after the first shift.
Special Abilities:
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
History:
Desmonda Ramos was born in El Paso, Texas, to a large immigrant spanish family that believed in hard knocks and hard dicipline. Dezzie's life was more or less normal while growing up. The occasional tantrum, the occasional date with a rebel. Nothing seemed too drastic till she met Eddie Castel, the supposed love of her life. Love, a beautiful thing,
can make any hazardous situation seem like pie. Eddie was more than the average money laundering street punk that roamed around El Paso, he participated actively in dealing and transporting the drugs over the bridge between Juarez and El Paso - sometimes even sharing the role of being a mule.
Most of this Des was able to look over, seeking to find the 'good' in her lover between performances at the Gentleman's club. She managed to find some, all in all, as did the local pard of El Paso. Wanting a cut of the profits being made in the local pard's territory, Eddie was set up to be infected, killed or to be caught by the authorities. Eddie, thinking he'd be getting the better end of the deal, took what he thought was the best of all three choices. He barely managed to survive his 'scratches', but he was furry enough on his next moon.
Most of the drama stayed away from Des in the beginning, though it usually came towards her in a little latino package known as the local Ra. Des managed to love Eddie furry side as well, over time and conflict, and marriage came down the road soon after to solidify their trust between each other. As the money rolled in, Des was able to drop her career as a dancer and do what she never had the resources to do - become a nurse. Four years passed, as close calls crept closer and closer to their doorstep. Bad looks from neighbors, police visitations and a few close and rather unpleasant encounters inside their home when the pard came to visit added up quickly. Though Des played the role of the doc for the pard and had gained their trust, the stress of dealing with drug cartels and being part of a group she was not physically able to stay in once piece in, had Des filing for divorce - from Eddie and the pard. Des and Eddie's relationship had been on the rocks within that last year, with the results being more destructive than anything else. Both agreed to separate, for both of their sakes. Though Des and Eddie's separation went smoothly, it did not for the pard. Though Des had 'volunteered' to still aid the leopards medically, she did not volunteer to meddle in their affairs - particularly that of the nearly complete absorption of the pard participating in drug running and making pacts with their sources in Mexico.
It was during one of those midnight runs that it appeared that someone had squealed to the border patrol, either through the lucious interrogation system in Mexico or through money. The Raj had been aiding in the run, keeping a steadfast eye on new members who were going through their first run. Gunfire ensued, though later reports could not identify who started the exchange. Des found herself waking up a few hours before the ass crack of dawn peeked through the Franklin Mountains with a ruffed up group of pard members seeking a place to hide out and a place for the Raj to receive aid. Six bullets into the clean up procedure and Des found the source of the nonstop bleeding, three clean through puncture wounds that refused to close at the usual lycan speed - silver bullets. Frantic to find a way to staunch the flow of blood, Des was caught in an uncomprehensible moment as the Raj tried to shift before going into shock. It was a motion that could not be completed easily, leaving Des dazed and mauled on the floor as she watched the shifted form of the Ra slow die beside her and finally revert back to the body he was born with.
It was hard for Des to explain to the local police why there was a mass blood on her kitchen floor, even moreso to explain why there was no body for it to have come from besides hers. It was even harder for her to explain how she was injured while being stitched up herself in the Vista del Sol Medical Center, the very place she worked at. But it wasn't hard for her to hear the explanation of how she was fired from her position as a nurse, though perhaps it was bit harder to swallow. The hardest thing was receiving news from Eddie that she had less than a week to get out of El Paso - even less depending on when the Nimir-ra was done mourning and feeling revengeful-, out of the Nimir-ra's territory, and that it would be in the best interest of her family that she did not visit them anytime this decade.
Packed and sitting in a full greyhound bus heading for MO, Des never looked back.
Human Alias: Des/Dezzie
Tag: ..[Nine ♣ Lives]..
Celebrity Used: Drea de Matteo
Sexual Preference: Unanswered
Marital Status: Divorced
Age: 29
Occupation: ex Exotic dancer, 'retired' Nurse
Species: WereLeopard
Level: New Level 1
Homid Height: 5'7"
Homid Weight: 122
Lycan Height: Unknown
Lycan Weight: Unknown
Animal Features: None at the moment
Eyes: Varies
Hair: Varies, usually dirty blonde.
Religion: Baptist
Nationality: Spanish-American
Personality: Blunt, a fair is fair attitue, a strong flirt with the few that take her facy and she prefers to go down ablaze - taking others with her.
Languages: English, Spanish
Vehicle(s): Have yet to purchase one.
Weapon(s): None
Location(s): KCMO
Vehicle(s): None at the moment
Weapon(s): None
Fighting Style(s): For now, chick fighting and basic boxing/athletics from gym classes.
RolePlaying Style(s): medium descriptive
Dominant Hand: Left
Favorite Food(s): seaseme chicken
Least Favorite Food(s): Broccoli, uncooked
Allergies: Used to be Peanut Butter, now its silver.
Favorite Place: None right now, usually the beach/boardwalk
Favorite Music: Anything but polka
Favorite Movie(s): Too many to name
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Four continous flow of claw marks from a deceased Nimir-raj, coming from under her left armpit, down below her breast and further to a half inch above the bellybutton. Not entirely healed and may stay as a mark even after the first shift.
Special Abilities:
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
History:
Desmonda Ramos was born in El Paso, Texas, to a large immigrant spanish family that believed in hard knocks and hard dicipline. Dezzie's life was more or less normal while growing up. The occasional tantrum, the occasional date with a rebel. Nothing seemed too drastic till she met Eddie Castel, the supposed love of her life. Love, a beautiful thing,
can make any hazardous situation seem like pie. Eddie was more than the average money laundering street punk that roamed around El Paso, he participated actively in dealing and transporting the drugs over the bridge between Juarez and El Paso - sometimes even sharing the role of being a mule.
Most of this Des was able to look over, seeking to find the 'good' in her lover between performances at the Gentleman's club. She managed to find some, all in all, as did the local pard of El Paso. Wanting a cut of the profits being made in the local pard's territory, Eddie was set up to be infected, killed or to be caught by the authorities. Eddie, thinking he'd be getting the better end of the deal, took what he thought was the best of all three choices. He barely managed to survive his 'scratches', but he was furry enough on his next moon.
Most of the drama stayed away from Des in the beginning, though it usually came towards her in a little latino package known as the local Ra. Des managed to love Eddie furry side as well, over time and conflict, and marriage came down the road soon after to solidify their trust between each other. As the money rolled in, Des was able to drop her career as a dancer and do what she never had the resources to do - become a nurse. Four years passed, as close calls crept closer and closer to their doorstep. Bad looks from neighbors, police visitations and a few close and rather unpleasant encounters inside their home when the pard came to visit added up quickly. Though Des played the role of the doc for the pard and had gained their trust, the stress of dealing with drug cartels and being part of a group she was not physically able to stay in once piece in, had Des filing for divorce - from Eddie and the pard. Des and Eddie's relationship had been on the rocks within that last year, with the results being more destructive than anything else. Both agreed to separate, for both of their sakes. Though Des and Eddie's separation went smoothly, it did not for the pard. Though Des had 'volunteered' to still aid the leopards medically, she did not volunteer to meddle in their affairs - particularly that of the nearly complete absorption of the pard participating in drug running and making pacts with their sources in Mexico.
It was during one of those midnight runs that it appeared that someone had squealed to the border patrol, either through the lucious interrogation system in Mexico or through money. The Raj had been aiding in the run, keeping a steadfast eye on new members who were going through their first run. Gunfire ensued, though later reports could not identify who started the exchange. Des found herself waking up a few hours before the ass crack of dawn peeked through the Franklin Mountains with a ruffed up group of pard members seeking a place to hide out and a place for the Raj to receive aid. Six bullets into the clean up procedure and Des found the source of the nonstop bleeding, three clean through puncture wounds that refused to close at the usual lycan speed - silver bullets. Frantic to find a way to staunch the flow of blood, Des was caught in an uncomprehensible moment as the Raj tried to shift before going into shock. It was a motion that could not be completed easily, leaving Des dazed and mauled on the floor as she watched the shifted form of the Ra slow die beside her and finally revert back to the body he was born with.
It was hard for Des to explain to the local police why there was a mass blood on her kitchen floor, even moreso to explain why there was no body for it to have come from besides hers. It was even harder for her to explain how she was injured while being stitched up herself in the Vista del Sol Medical Center, the very place she worked at. But it wasn't hard for her to hear the explanation of how she was fired from her position as a nurse, though perhaps it was bit harder to swallow. The hardest thing was receiving news from Eddie that she had less than a week to get out of El Paso - even less depending on when the Nimir-ra was done mourning and feeling revengeful-, out of the Nimir-ra's territory, and that it would be in the best interest of her family that she did not visit them anytime this decade.
Packed and sitting in a full greyhound bus heading for MO, Des never looked back.
