Post by ronnie on Nov 30, 2010 15:24:01 GMT -5
RHONDA ASPEN
ELIZABETH MARIE
DE LUCA !
ELIZABETH MARIE
DE LUCA !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: ronnie.
age: twenty.
gender: female,
staff position: local.
sexuality: heterosexual.
played by: lena fujii.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Ronnie's a fighter. She has the determination to complete and do anything she could ever want to and puts it forth in not only determination but preserverance and love to those surrounding her. Ron is like a mother even if she isn't one, she's extremely maternal with a love for children young and old and a big heart wishing for an even bigger family some day. She spontaneous, careful, and bubbly in a manner that some would even consider contagious toward those surrounding her, Ron likes to know that people around her are enjoying themselves. But on the flipside Ronnie can be a wildcard. She can be gentle and soft or rough and angry in a matter of moments, she has battled bipolar disorder since her adolescant years and can be quite the hot head when triggered. She's always looking for a fight when mad and nearly impossible to cool down.
likes:
- soy based candles
- french chocolate
- black coffee
- walking in the rain
- cats
- maternal acts
- cooking for people
- being religious
- speaking italian
- food
- her father
- her elder brother, antonio
- laughing & making others laugh
- la familia
dislikes:
- playing tennis
- being in a rush
- being late
- overcooked food
- the smell of lavendar
- running
- playing sports
- the sound of yelling
- dogs
- one night stands
- rude people
strengths:
- maternal
- congenial
- hospitable
- investigative
- socialite
- empathetic
weaknesses:
- hot-tempered
- unpredictable
- children
- kittens
- chocolate
- jacob watson
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Alexander Markus De Luca,
siblings:
Antonio Alexander Austin De Luca, 25
Travis Matthew Richard De Luca, 23
Lucas Xavier Michael De Luca, 18
Vincent Saint Paul De Luca, 16
Cameron Blake De Luca, 14
Jaiden Lucifer Mark De Luca, 12
Benjamin King Cooper De Luca, 11
Zachary Ryan Joshua De Luca, 8
Cash Alexander Ryan De Luca, 8
Selvester Austin De Luca, 8
Justin Pierre Christian De Luca, 5
significant other (s):
Jacob Martin Watson, father of her unborn child
pets: Maryanne, Main coon.
hometown: new york, new york.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: none
best way to reach you: pm
RP sample:
The sun, warm and fiery in its precense peaked over the horizon; cautious at first, hesitant in its movements as if not to immediately alert the sleeping inhabitants it would soon disturb. Shifty trickles of light peppered the lands delicately, like an angel's hand over the barren steppes of Tor. Upon one of these steppes slept a huddled mass, curled tightly into a nonregonizable ball of iridescant black fur. The only sign of life that pertained to the mass was the slightly up and down of her lungs within her chest. Nothing stirred, for the moment.
Really Jael had been biding her time. She didn't want to move, she wanted to feel the warmth flood her frame from yet another cool autumn night and wanted to wake slowly. Each muscle warming itself individually and spread with pleasure through her small frame. But she also knew that that time was precious and Jael wasn't a waster of precious time. She had things to do, wolves to see, things to catch and here she was wasting idle time doing absolutely nothing when she always had something to do. So with small shifts of her bod the once huddled mass transformed into an sleek, muscled, impregnated lead hunter with a vicious park and a deadly bite.
Scooting from her ledge the hunteress winced as her cracking pads touched the stone of the mountain. Pregnancy had made it hard on her, and she really needed to go see Nivex to have her cracked pads soaked and bandaged and she might have to order around the other tor females into their place so she could take some time off. Maybe he would allow it - but she also knew he wouldn't.
Sighing gently, silver lens scanned the curls of whispy breath floating from her mouth with a feigned interest before shaking her head and setting her eyes on tackling her bodice down the steep end. Not as pregnant as she was she would have manuevered easily on nimble limbs, but she was almost due and that hindered the process now. She would produce a heir for Nivex, she could feel it. She hoped the shaman would pride in the pup, or at least not kill it on the spot. But she felt more than one, three to be exact but she wasn't quite sure. One of them had to be a male, and the rest would be sacrificed at the alter to Bass-Amadi. Something she prided in herself.
Jael had been sleeping closer to Nivex's den, she felt comforted being closer to him the nearer her pregnancy got. She didn't know if he wanted to know when she went into labor or not, whether he would care about the struggle she would endure. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. It was hard to say with him, he could be so fickle and yet she would always flash back to the courting he had bothered to do when the conception of their spawn had occured. He had been soft spoken, unsure, and genuine about his advancements. As much as the two would never admit to it, Jael loved Nivex and Nivex loved Jael.
The sound of a weary call echoed in her tynaumpuams. Immediately as she recongized it was a intruder her muscles coiled and clenched in anger, jaw setting itself in a platonic gaze as her eyes narrowed onto her pathway of destruction she would burn. Without a second though her bodice moved like liquid down the steep hill, curving like a serpent as the female took off at a dead run. Having intruders was something that no one wanted to be, not to mention asking for respect in the same instance. Jael couldn't smite them down, but Nivex could, and with one call from the velvet throat of the female she could bring their demise down in the most fiercom smite of Amadi.
Reaching these "newcomers" took her moments, tongue lolling from her mouth as she approached the two. Two sisters, one older and one younger. Her pace settled into an authorative trot, eyeing the stance the elder one took as if she expected respect when she had been wandering on the terrain of the most feared mercenaries of all ciroc. She was an imbecile, Jael could tell outright and she didn't appreciate imbeciles. "No respect will be given to you here. Bass-Amadi should smite you down here for your expectations of respect when you clearly trespassed and strived on our land. You're not only a fool, but you're cocky also. I can't appreciate that much." The beginning of her spiel had started off with an mocking laughter before turning into a look of contempt. She didn't want to have to deal with these two right now, but she knew she would have to as she spotted the tor symbols arranged on them. "Tor, huh? Well your entry might not be so heavily paid then. I would say you're welcome here but that isn't as sure of a case. But in other references, I'm Jael. Lead collector," Eyeing them once more she snapped her jaws together toward them. "Now who are you?"
Really Jael had been biding her time. She didn't want to move, she wanted to feel the warmth flood her frame from yet another cool autumn night and wanted to wake slowly. Each muscle warming itself individually and spread with pleasure through her small frame. But she also knew that that time was precious and Jael wasn't a waster of precious time. She had things to do, wolves to see, things to catch and here she was wasting idle time doing absolutely nothing when she always had something to do. So with small shifts of her bod the once huddled mass transformed into an sleek, muscled, impregnated lead hunter with a vicious park and a deadly bite.
Scooting from her ledge the hunteress winced as her cracking pads touched the stone of the mountain. Pregnancy had made it hard on her, and she really needed to go see Nivex to have her cracked pads soaked and bandaged and she might have to order around the other tor females into their place so she could take some time off. Maybe he would allow it - but she also knew he wouldn't.
Sighing gently, silver lens scanned the curls of whispy breath floating from her mouth with a feigned interest before shaking her head and setting her eyes on tackling her bodice down the steep end. Not as pregnant as she was she would have manuevered easily on nimble limbs, but she was almost due and that hindered the process now. She would produce a heir for Nivex, she could feel it. She hoped the shaman would pride in the pup, or at least not kill it on the spot. But she felt more than one, three to be exact but she wasn't quite sure. One of them had to be a male, and the rest would be sacrificed at the alter to Bass-Amadi. Something she prided in herself.
Jael had been sleeping closer to Nivex's den, she felt comforted being closer to him the nearer her pregnancy got. She didn't know if he wanted to know when she went into labor or not, whether he would care about the struggle she would endure. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. It was hard to say with him, he could be so fickle and yet she would always flash back to the courting he had bothered to do when the conception of their spawn had occured. He had been soft spoken, unsure, and genuine about his advancements. As much as the two would never admit to it, Jael loved Nivex and Nivex loved Jael.
The sound of a weary call echoed in her tynaumpuams. Immediately as she recongized it was a intruder her muscles coiled and clenched in anger, jaw setting itself in a platonic gaze as her eyes narrowed onto her pathway of destruction she would burn. Without a second though her bodice moved like liquid down the steep hill, curving like a serpent as the female took off at a dead run. Having intruders was something that no one wanted to be, not to mention asking for respect in the same instance. Jael couldn't smite them down, but Nivex could, and with one call from the velvet throat of the female she could bring their demise down in the most fiercom smite of Amadi.
Reaching these "newcomers" took her moments, tongue lolling from her mouth as she approached the two. Two sisters, one older and one younger. Her pace settled into an authorative trot, eyeing the stance the elder one took as if she expected respect when she had been wandering on the terrain of the most feared mercenaries of all ciroc. She was an imbecile, Jael could tell outright and she didn't appreciate imbeciles. "No respect will be given to you here. Bass-Amadi should smite you down here for your expectations of respect when you clearly trespassed and strived on our land. You're not only a fool, but you're cocky also. I can't appreciate that much." The beginning of her spiel had started off with an mocking laughter before turning into a look of contempt. She didn't want to have to deal with these two right now, but she knew she would have to as she spotted the tor symbols arranged on them. "Tor, huh? Well your entry might not be so heavily paid then. I would say you're welcome here but that isn't as sure of a case. But in other references, I'm Jael. Lead collector," Eyeing them once more she snapped her jaws together toward them. "Now who are you?"
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