RAMSDEN, amelia faye

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mask of deception;

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full name; Amelia Faye Ramsden
nickname(s); Aims, Lia, Faye
age; 17
birthday; april 3rd
grade; junior
species; shape-shifter : black panther clickeh.
gender; female
sexual orientation straight
canon or original; original

uncovering the truth;

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personality; Amelia, Amelia, Amelia… Well, she’s a somewhat shy girl, but once you befriend her she can be quit outspoken and quirky. At home, though, is a whole other ballgame. Loud. Aggressive. Obnoxious. Perverted… Just some words to describe Aims when she’s with her brothers. When she’s with the family pride, Amelia’s just one of the guys; they talk about everything and anything. If it pops into their minds, it pops out of their mouths. But when she feels comfortable, so do you; it’s just something about her openly friendly personality.

Whether she’s running alone or with the guys, she’s always a blast to hang out with. Most people don’t know this, though, because they find her intimidating. The fact that she stands on her own and needs no help kind of scares some people. But Faye’s cool with it; she doesn’t need anyone, and Aims knows it. After a while, you’ll learn not to talk smack about her or her few close friends. It’s a dangerous thing, being rude to Faye. She doesn’t view it lightly, and be prepared for a literal whooping if she gets her hands on you.

Her friendly personality and shyness somewhat conflict interests, unfortunately. Though she is happy to introduce herself and talk, the conversations aren’t all that deep or interesting. But once you get to know each other a bit, there’s never a dull moment. Not only does Amelia love to laugh, but she’ll make you laugh your ass off, too. Be careful though, if you have virginal ears, the girl loves to accent comments with everything but the eff word; she kind of thinks that one’s pointless. Aims also likes to just shoot the shit and talk about random stuff; as long as it keeps her attention.

For the most part, Amelia’s your normal teenager. Well, except for the fact that she turns into a giant cat on command. But besides that, she’s the normal bad-girl-that-acts-good-sometimes teen.

likes;

• running
  
• rough housing with her brothers
  
• techno
  
• sushi
  
• reading
  
• guys, especially muscular ones
  
• the beach; ‘cept for when sand gets into your suit
  
• scenic areas and nature
  
• cool weather
  
• jeans

dislikes;

• shopping
  
• conceited people
  
• people touching her without her permission
  
• rap music (can’t spell crap without rap)
  
• hot and humid weather
  
• flaunting of money
  
• overt displays of affection; i.e. people practically banging in the halls
  
• jonas brothers (which one’s the straight one?… oh wait…)
  
• being confined for a long period of time
  
• the eff word

fears;

• loosing anyone in her family
  
• ending up alone
  
• clowns

habits;

• biting her lip; it’s practically non-existent now
  
• growling at people
  
• sarcasm

flaws;

• picky about people
  
• very, very short temper
  
• cusses

time machine;

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parents;

• Katie Ramsden : mother : forty-seven : human
  
• Charles Ramsden : father : fifty : shape-shifter : black panther

siblings;

• Aiden Ramsden : brother : twenty-five : shape-shifter : black panther
  
• Dylan Ramsden : brother : twenty-five : shape-shifter : black panther
  
• Paul Ramsden : brother : twenty-two : shape-shifter : black panther

kids; none, thank goodness.
pets; loves animals, but most don’t love her. they don’t much take to giant cats playing with them. she does, however, have a three month old black and white kitten.
hometown; mobridge, south dakota.
personal history; On April 3rd, 1992, Amelia Faye Ramsden was born in Mobridge hospital. Her parents, Katie and Charles, had already had three boys, and were extremely thankful for their little angel. As they returned from the hospital a day later, three rambunctious children hurdled towards them. At the same moment, Charles’ sister walked out from the two story house, raking a hand through her dark auburn locks. She smiled at her brother and laid her hand upon Amelia’s face. Jamie often watched the kids whenever they wanted to go out. She and Amelia were very close in her early years. Jamie was like an older best friend; Amelia told her everything she couldn’t tell her mother.

As soon as Amelia reached eight years, she began teaching herself to shift. The first time, she had to literally bite her tongue from screaming out loud. After a few times, Aims realized that after you were on your knees, if you focused on a certain part of your body and welcomed the change and the pain, it went by quicker and less painfully. A month before her ninth birthday, Amelia’s mother walked in on her mid-change. She had been told not to shift until she was ten, at least, so that her figure would be better formed. Amelia was grounded for three months. But because of her early shifts, Aims has a great flexibility and shifts quicker than anyone she knows. This could also be attributed to the fact that she makes a point to shift everyday.

In eighth grade, Amelia came home from school bearing a nine by five piece of yellow paper. She had tried desperately, between running everyday and venting to her brothers, to keep down her temper; Aims failed. Earlier that day, her friend, Kara, had been blown up at by the school’s most popular girl: Brooke. Kara was very shy, just like Amelia. But unlike Faye, Kara didn’t stand up for herself and never fought back. Amelia did that for her. In fact, Aims broke Brooke’s nose, left hand, and placed quite a few bruises on her perfect porcelain skin. Faye had one broken pinky finger and a large bruise on her upper arm. That was all. Her father came walking out of the house, shaking his head slowly, after receiving a call from her school informing him Amelia had been suspended for a month. Fortunately for her, the principle went against expulsion due to her intelligence. Her father put an arm around her shoulders and ushered her inside. But her brothers just laughed and congratulated her.

Sophomore year, Aims broke down again. She was conversing with a junior by the name of Dax when another girl walked over. Amelia was totally fine with her protective nature and was about to walk away, but the girl called her an ugly, boy stealing whore; and, well, that just doesn’t fly with Faye. Turning around, her fist made contact with the blonde’s face. She stumbled backwards, a hand to her cheek. She continued cussing Amelia out, her “boyfriend” just winked at her. Aims scoffed in disgust and turned back around, trying to leave. The bitch wouldn’t stay down. Aims felt a tug on her hair, and a knee come to meet her lower back. Her face hardened in anger as she raised her left elbow and popped it backwards. A crack sounded; another broken nose on her record. But at least this time, the girl only needed two blows before she was out. And this time, high school wasn’t so forgiving: she was expelled. Forevermore was her only choice next to schooling four hours away. Hopefully, Faye can keep a lid on her temper this time.

mirror, mirrror;

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hair; deep, dark ashen brown hair.
eyes; emerald green. darkens depending on her mood.
weight; one-hundred thirty.
height; five seven
tattoos; below the nape of her neck, between her shoulder blades, she has the Chinese characters that represent “run free”. clickeh.
piercings; first hole in each ear, a new belly ring, and a stud in the cartilage of her right ear.
anything else; nope.
play by/face claim; lacey chabert

underneath the mask;

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your name; jessica
age; 15
other characters; nope.
where did you find us? hmmm… I believe on another rpg.
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample; nyah... I really had no muse when I posted this original. sorry.

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Rolling over, she grasped the turquoise and black comforter tightly and brought it up under her chin. It was a Tuesday morning and the warm feeling emanating from the bed made her so comfortable, but she knew she needed to get up. Reluctantly, Kira threw the covers from her body and slowly slid from the wood frame. Glancing at the vintage alarm clock that stood bedside on the wooden end table, she sucked in a sharp breath. There would be no quick, early morning brisk through the park today: Kira was late. It was a good thing that she took showers at night, for now she could wash up, get dressed, apply her eye make-up, and hopefully make it out to the classroom before the bell rang.

Walking over to her dresser, Kira quickly stripped of her black sophies and lime green tank. She began pulling on a pair of dark grey skinny jeans and fastened a hot pink bra. Throwing on a white t-shirt layered under a denim vest, she searched for her converse low-tops. When she finally found them and placed them on her size eight feet, Kira turned to her armoire. Clipping on a few necklaces that matched and slipping the vintage ring her Mama had bestowed upon her two years ago, Kira prayed that she wouldn’t be late.

She was now ready, so she bustled to the bathroom, washed up, put eyeliner on, and rushed out. As she neared the stairs, Kira turned and made way back to her room. She had forgotten her camera. After grabbing the essential tool for class, she headed for the stair well once again. Taking the steps two at a time, she neared the end in seconds. As she shyly made it through the hallway, passing few people, Kira finally made it to the photography classroom.

Walking inside, she sat in the seat located at the front left corner of the room. As the bell rang and Mr. Dale entered the room, she sighed. Kira had made it; but just barely.

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