BAM BAM HERE COMES THE RAM

I'm Wyn Ramsay. I'm an ex-pro soccer player and professional ladette. I'm from Houston, Texas, and I love the great outdoors and all things to do with it, as well as life, friends, and doing fun things. I'm pretty simple by nature, so I don't imagine I'll pertain to any of your interests. Unless you like beer, sports, tattoos and loud music. Then we'll probably be best friends. As for my friends, I'm pretty protective when it comes to them, so I wouldn't rec. getting on my bad side, man. But really, kick up a chair, grab a beer and make yourself at home. ((An RP blog for a personification of the Aries Zodiac Sign.

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[hookemramsay-blog]

Can I touch your beard?

Oh, this is from the genderbent thing, isn't it? 

You're welcome to touch my genderbent beard at any time, man. My beard is awesome, I'm aware.

[hookemramsay-blog]

M!A sprinkles genderbend sparkles on you that are in effect for 3 days

Wyn blinked as she looked in the mirror. Not much had changed on her strong features, her moles still in place, her mismatched eyes pretty much the same, and her short hair short as ever. In fact, the only things that might’ve changed about the Aries was her height—she was at least two inches taller than she’d been before—and well…the fact that she had some new body parts.

Not that she really gave a damn. Wyn didn’t really find it too atrocious. She’d just…do what she always did. And buy some guy jeans that were long enough for her obnoxiously muscular legs and shirts that would stretch over her massive shoulders and chest. 

Oh, the mountain-man esque beard, which was somehow neatly trimmed, looked pretty good, too, she thought. She liked beards. And she liked the fact that the magic anon magic had enough taste to keep it clean and classy for her. 

[fi-ntrollfromtrollhelm]

Bored and dead || @Wyn

[hookemramsay-blog]

Wyn grinned as Eden finally recognized her. She slapped his arm back and embraced Eden in a friendly “bro” hug. It was good to see this guy—his attitude was great, and he in general was just a pretty fun fellow. 

“Yeah, man, I can’t believe you actually vaguely remember anything. You were so drunk I wasn’t sure how you were managing to stand.” She chuckled at the memory, “But you’re a pretty funny drunk, man. Can’t believe you drank that much, though. Open bar was pretty sweet, though. For all of its fanciness, it was a pretty spectacular bash. Needed more dancing, though…and  I mean like, down and dirty frat party dancing.” She laughed again and gave him a wider smile, “Thanks, man. I got bored of the sidecut and thought it was time to try something new. You’re still looking as dashing as ever. Thought any more about those tattoos?” She elbowed him in the arm in a friendly way with a wink. 

[fi-ntrollfromtrollhelm]

Eden gripped her tightly with his usual crushing grip—sensible to his size. He smiled upon it, finding the reunion quite something to brighten things up though it wasn’t like he needed any brightening in the first place. Nontheless, the hug was accepted and endorsed with nearly backbreaking arms before he allowed his friend a break from his affection and withdrew his bearing.

“Yeah, I barely remember a thing. I pretty much blacked out after chugging down, what? A thousand bucks worth of scotch?”

Eden chuckles, finding that he was in a rather cheerful state though some what tired as well. He sighs a little, reflecting back upon the party to see if he could remember anything in regards to his experience with that high class booze—the only reason he bothered to go the a party with Helen hosting. 

“Nontheless, that was probably the only reason I was actually at the part…especially with Helen,” He groans, sighing at the very thought of Helen and all of the strife she seemed so willing to dish out at him. “I’m surprised she didn’t try to keep me from entering.

Eden shakes it off, trying not to get to bent on it since he knew that he would if he continued to focus on Helen and her massive bitchiness.

“But, yeah, the tattoo…” Eden begins to flip through his sketch book, “Hold on..”

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Wyn laughed, "I didn't even get that drunk in college, man. I was impressed that you managed to not puke for as long as you did. You're made of iron!" She gave him an affectionate slap on the belly and put her hands on her hips. 

Still, the moaning and groaning at the mention of the hostess of the swanky party made Wyn a little confused, "Oh, her name's Helen? Figures, with looks like that. You two got bad history? She didn't seem so bad to me....but then again, I don't think I've ever really badmouthed most anyone on account of one meetin'."

The Aries waited, though, for the tattoo Eden was hoping for. She was curious. 

[hookemramsay-blog]

Wyn attends the Christmas Party

[distoretion]

Tor decided not to comment on the ‘pro soccer’ thing since he had no clue what soccer was. “Never said there was anything wrong with having it, just that I don’t need much of it. Once I pay my bills each month I send most of my paycheck back to the ‘rents in Wisconsin.” He clarified taking another swig of booze. “Yeah, I can see how suddenly having a whole lot of time on your hands could put ya at a loss. But yeah, pretty rowdy, ‘specially on the weekends, but it’s quieter during the weekdays. Depends though. Sometimes they get the local bands to do live shows, that’s when things get really crazy. “

[hookemramsay-blog]

"Aahhh, I see, that's good of you, man. It's a shame my Daddy can take care of himself even better'n I can take care of myself." Texans, damn them! Wyn laughed and listened a bit, finding herself more and more curious about the club. "Give me directions and I'll hit it up. I love a new scene. I just like any scene, really." Wyn was an interesting partier the more she partied. She'd gone from being an obnoxiously over-drunken party monster to becoming a more mellow patron, though she could still dance and end up in trash cans if she really wanted to try.  Well, the alcohol actually wasn't working these days. Probably contributed to her mellowing out. 

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

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Arios giggled, pretending to be hurt by the friendly prod. “Oh, thanks, I appreciate it! The second I can run, though, I’m pretty sure I’ll be hyped enough to run to Florida.” Finally, someone who she could probably train with!

“I feel you, man. Though, I’d probably be more bothered if the world went dead silent.” The redhead shivered at the thought. She had always appreciated background noise, though. Her eyes glittered. “Beauty shakes, huh? Sounds intriguing but it better be refundable.”

[hookemramsay-blog]

"Oh, that sounds like fun! You could run all the way there, hit the beaches for a day or so, and then come back all tanned and comfortable. Except you're pretty pale, so I don't think you'd wanna do that." She winked, laughing lightly as she proved she really meant no harm by the comment--more or less friendly concern for her friend.

Wyn nodded, "Yeah, I guess. I reckon I'm just more used to different noises. Quieter ones...but beauty shakes would be a top hit! Best selling item everywhere!" 

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

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“Stop being right, Wyn.” Arios laughed sarcastically, though she definitely noted her advice. A couple of months of being totally out of commission should’ve helped, at least a little…

“Oh definitely, especially if you live around the more populated areas. I mean it’s cool that people are around and stuff but I wish they had mute buttons.” Ideas immediately flew through her head. Yep, she was definitely inventing a muting device one day. “Beauty rest, eh?” Arios grinned. “I’m going to need a lot of that too. Do you think they sell them in cans?”

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"I'll stop being right the day I keel over," Wyn announced with a sly grin, poking Arios on the arm in a friendly way. "If you ever need help, though, let me know. I have a lot of exercise equipment and I can help you work on getting your muscles strong again. My shins got busted up pretty bad back a couple of years ago, and I can show you some stuff to help build your body back up in no time!" Besides, having an exercise buddy might be fun--and Arios seemed competitive. Competition was good in the right amounts.

"Mute buttons might be nice for late night things, and I think I'd like one for my own mind, too. Sometimes I just can't stop thinking at night--it can be a problem." Not that anyone was supposed to know Wyn thought too much. "But yeah, let's go see if we can find some pre packaged beauty sleep. Maybe it comes in powder so you can make protein shakes with it." 

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

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“Amen to that.” She laughed, gratefully accepting Wyn’s help out of the contraption. Quickly grabbing her crutches from underneath the trolley, she unfolded them and leaned on them easily. “Pretty alright I guess, my legs really should be healed by now but I dunno.” The redhead said, disappointed and pissed off at the same time. She wondered what was going on lately - some weird magic she perhaps? Oh, whatever. 

Arios quickly sprung back. “The day coffee isn’t good is the day I die.” She laughed - it meant never. Ever. Not that Wyn would know that, right? The redhead laughed slightly. “Hey man, I don’t mind. Are you tired? Have you been staying late at shop and such?”

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Wyn shrugged, "They'll get better if you take them one step at a time. If you overwork your muscles while they heal it's just as bad as underworking them." She hoped the kid got better--nothing sucked more than being injured and being active. 

The Aries grinned a bit, "Just a bit late sometimes, but nah, been having some trouble sleeping. I figure it's the new town--new sounds, stuff like that. Not used to it yet. I'm going to get some vitamins to help me stay asleep and stuff, so that way I can get as much beauty rest as I need." The beauty sleep was a big joke to her, and her tone betrayed that fact. 

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

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Arios grinned. “Oh man, tell me about it. This baby is sick.” She giggled, proudly patting the cart. She grabbed Wyn’s hand and dragged herself upwards, careful not to spill her coffee. “Nah, actually, fuckin’ blame the law that you can’t walk through drive-throughs.” The redhead snorted a bit with laughter. “Other than that, pretty good really!”

“Chores, bleh.” Arios pretended to gag, before laughing. “Me? Not much, went out for a nice cup of Joe.” She raised the paper cup with a proud smile.

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Wyn laughed, "Good wheels will take you far, babe, even through drive-throughs." Her effortlessly strong muscles helped Arios up. "Glad you're doing well, though. How's life treatin' ya?" 

It was so nice to see a kid like this around--she was such a little ball of sunshine, it just really made Wyn feel a little less sleep deprived to be hanging out with her. "Coffee's always good, ain't it?" She stepped back and yawned, covering her mouth so as to appear a little less rude. "Sorry."

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

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Wyn’s motorcycle hummed to a slow halt as she pulled into a parking lot for a simple shopping outlet. She needed to pick up some new makeup from a little supplier, so she had that plan on the list of “boring things Wyn needed to do”. Next on that list was pick up some melatonin tablets to help her get some better sleep. 

While she was getting ready to go into the shop, she glimpsed a familiar candy-red-haired girl, one she hadn’t seen for a while, even though they’d only hung out twice, Wyn thought. A personality like Arios’ wasn’t easy to forget. A huge smile covered Wyn’s previously tired face, and the tall woman bounded over to the shopping cart with a boisterous yelp of, “ARIOS! HEY!” 

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She twitched slightly, surprised by the excited growl calling for her. It had to be Wyn, right? Arios laughed cheerily, expertly spinning the cart around to face the motorcycle riding badass - it wasn’t much different than a wheelchair. “Wyn! Wow, it’s been forever, huh?” The redhead called back, flagging her over. Even though it was simple to maneuver, Arios had managed to get herself stuck in the damned thing. She sipped her latté calmly - there wasn’t a rush to hop out of the cart, anyway.

“What’re you doing this lovely…” She glanced at the sky for a second, shining her glasses slightly. “Evening, I suppose?”

[hookemramsay-blog]

Wyn grinned even wider, "Been forever? More than forever!" With a few easy strides, Wyn leaned up against the shopping cart, "Sweet ride, by the by." The Aries extended a tattooed hand for a friendly grip before adding, "How've you been, girl?" 

In response to Arios' question, however, she shrugged, "Just running some housekeeping chores, you know. Picking up some makeup, actually. What 'bout yourself?"

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A Hint of Red (Open RP)

Arios sat in the creaky old shopping cart, contently sipping on a fresh, hot latté. Thank God for drive-through Starbucks…with cute baristas nonetheless. The redhead was, as usual, craving for a nice warm cup of java, after being crammed into that old house for so long. Finally, she could smell a cup of the coffee again. 

Tossing candy red hair over her shoulder, Arios took a sip of her favourite mint-vanilla java. The shopping cart rolled to a stop in the parking lot.

This was what she missed.

[hookemramsay-blog]

Wyn's motorcycle hummed to a slow halt as she pulled into a parking lot for a simple shopping outlet. She needed to pick up some new makeup from a little supplier, so she had that plan on the list of "boring things Wyn needed to do". Next on that list was pick up some melatonin tablets to help her get some better sleep. 

While she was getting ready to go into the shop, she glimpsed a familiar candy-red-haired girl, one she hadn't seen for a while, even though they'd only hung out twice, Wyn thought. A personality like Arios' wasn't easy to forget. A huge smile covered Wyn's previously tired face, and the tall woman bounded over to the shopping cart with a boisterous yelp of, "ARIOS! HEY!" 

[zodiacroleplay]

It is known, more or less, by a certain cult that the ‘Zodiac’s’ have existed for years and counting. The archives state of many tales that could arguably be legends or folklore though, if you were to ask those keep the archives of this aforementioned cult they’d say it was all true—every single thing about it; true. Some lines of souls who have reincarnated over and over have been shattered, others zodiac ‘guardians’ have been snapped out by the gods for being ‘inadequate’ or ‘hopeless’ and replaced by a new person.

The cult, we, are watching you—so are the Gods, staring down upon you. You were chosen because you have the potential to become something that other’s cannot be, that some people wait unknowingly to become. Lives have come and gone and your soul may be old or new but the question is…who were you?

So, basically, this is about your character’s past life.

Name: Syvart Storms

Sign: Aries

Date of birth: 1700s

Date of death/end/passing: Died during the Revolutionary War taking out hundreds of British soldiers. 

Cause of death/demise/whatever: He died in war. Screaming. Taking down hundreds upon hundreds of men with him. There is no compare to the warrior might of the Aries, but he died because his time was out, and the God of War found him too...bloodthirsty. 

History: The Aries started back in the days of Sparta's mightiest. Their patron god chose the qualities of a strong warrior in all of his selections. They were all given incredibly powerful abilities of combat, at the cost of a little bit of their humanity--some displayed animal abilities (Wyn, for example, often seems a bit wolfish and even makes inhuman roars/growls) or a distinct lack of human guilt or emotion for their brutality in battle. The God of War is a fickle  God, and he keeps his toys until they no longer suit him. This man was no different--born a tough kid, raised a tougher kid, and turned into a mighty soldier. His renown and hard temper made him quite the soldier, and because of him many battles were won. However, the God of War removed his status as the Aries after he got a little too vicious and lost the ambition and optimism Aries are known to have. Wyn seems have been selected because these are her traits primarily, and because she can still be shaped into the most powerful Aries warrior as of yet, even if she is a bit far from the ideal. The God of War gives all Aries odd dreams of battle, glory, and their destiny. 

Physical Description: Syvart was a tall man with broad shoulders, a slender middle and average legs, but he was all muscle, and his power was obvious from a young age. He had intense brown eyes and auburn hair. 

Misc: ???/????

[fi-ntrollfromtrollhelm]

Bored and dead || @Wyn

[fi-ntrollfromtrollhelm]

Eden for a seeming short second made no response, continuing to sketch for a moment, jotting down a concept, and roughly drawing out the image as he scarcely heard a pair of steps approaching him from behind. At first, he didn’t quite catch them coming, having been absorbed in his work in-between the second where she approached and extending onward until he managed to register it. For some reason, he felt somewhat dizzy from snapping into a greater awareness, like being tossed from a whirling spaceship and upon the dusty earth of a desert.

At this, Eden greet the voice with a nod and continues with his work for a moment—scribbling hastily in his sketch book and taking a good slot of time for it as he did. Than, finally, he looked up. A very tall woman towered over him, taller than he was which as actually interesting though in a manner that bordered closer to disarming. He didn’t recognize her at first, looking at her a little closely and beholding her big, wolfish, grin as his own once realizing who it was.

“Ramsay!”

He looked excited, his eyes becoming rather brightened just to see her. He hadn’t seen her since, what? The Christmas party? Than again he had been obnoxiously drunk through the second half of it and, hell, he didn’t remember much when the lot of his brain functions were drowned in expensive scotch. As he did recall, he woke up with a hangover and, granted, there was a good sized stain on his clothes as well and he had reasons to believe it was vomit.

Nontheless…he swore he had seen her.

Eden slapped a friendly hand against her shoulder, giving her a very joyous grin as he greeted. He seemed happy—very happy and maybe carefree. 

“Shit, I haven’t seen you since the Christmas party…I think,” He sighs, pausing for a moment and trying to remember what had happened while he was drunk and nearly running over his own balls for more booze. Still a blank—completely darkened from sight. He shakes his head.

“Fuck, it’s really blurred out…Probably because I drank myself pissless and threw up all over my shirt,” He shrugs it off indifferently, granted that he only liked that outfit during his senior year. “Whatever. Nice hair.”

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Wyn grinned as Eden finally recognized her. She slapped his arm back and embraced Eden in a friendly "bro" hug. It was good to see this guy--his attitude was great, and he in general was just a pretty fun fellow. 

"Yeah, man, I can't believe you actually vaguely remember anything. You were so drunk I wasn't sure how you were managing to stand." She chuckled at the memory, "But you're a pretty funny drunk, man. Can't believe you drank that much, though. Open bar was pretty sweet, though. For all of its fanciness, it was a pretty spectacular bash. Needed more dancing, though...and  I mean like, down and dirty frat party dancing." She laughed again and gave him a wider smile, "Thanks, man. I got bored of the sidecut and thought it was time to try something new. You're still looking as dashing as ever. Thought any more about those tattoos?" She elbowed him in the arm in a friendly way with a wink. 

[christievictoria]

[hookemramsay-blog]

What if you suddenly lost both arms.

I would be pretty damned upset about it, but I'd learn to live without them and I still have my legs, which work well enough. I would have to give up my hobbies, though, which would be a shame. I think life would suck like that, but I think I could maybe keep going on. 

[glados-still-alive-blog]

PUT SAD HEADCANONS IN MY ASK

If I cry, you win.

[dxrcylewis]

Give me "what if" scenerios and see what I would do!