Species: Witch (earth and blood magic)
Group: Loyal to her best friend, Dara and Miss Victoria
Occupation: Bartender at Delirium (if that’s okaaaaaaaay??)
Relationship status: Single
Dark and light magic. Good and evil, demons stealing your soul and offering up dark magic as a temptation and yada yada yada. This is what you hear constantly when your witchy family is also heavily religious; honestly, growing up felt like a cult more than a coven.
Ramona grew up in a small and conservative town somewhere in America (leave me alone) that oddly enough had a long history with witches and their own brand of religion that seemed to go hand in hand with one another; it had been the reason her parents had moved Ramona and her two oldest siblings to the town.
The coven was large and mostly those that attended the church and brought the garbage that was spewed out each week, something that Ramona felt was off from a young age. Dark and light. Light and dark. No, surely thinking wasn’t so damn black and white, right? They were all witches, bestowed by whomever with magical GIFTS that were all the different colours of the damn rainbow -- how could some be good and others be evil when magic just came to you?
While Ramona’s entire family had an affinity with water, Ramona felt more akin to the earth and began focusing on spells that she was drawn to, not overthinking why already she felt different from the rest of her family and drawn to a girl in her church, one that had something familiar about her; Dara soon became her best friend -- her only friend really.
The two girls started practising magic together, spending more and more time just the two of them and diving into any and every spell they could get their hands on, yet there was an element about their magic that felt empty, as though something were missing still -- when Ramona was fifteen, she and Dara found themselves sneaking out and heading out of town to a dive bar, one where they’d encounter a vampire, a friend of the owner’s and one that they caught feeding in the bathroom.
The blood was deliciously powerful and mesmerised the two witches who felt drawn to the crimson liquid that somehow spoke to the pair in a way nothing else ever had. The blood whispered ideas and seemed to open a door to an entirely different realm of possibility, one that for some reason, the vampire sensed as well and had seen that look before; it was the same look the vampire used to wear when they were a witch, all those years ago.
Fate. It was the only word for it and over the course of the next year, the two, now blood witches, met regularly with the vampire and were passed on knowledge from the woman’s life -- she still had her families grimoire and gifted it to the two women, who she said reminded her of her long since lost family; a family who practised the magic that would be seen as taboo; as evil.
The vampire left Ramona and Dara one night, telling them of an island she knew, wanting them to travel with her, though the two females were hesitant due to their young age and families, opting to stay behind.
When Ramona turned eighteen, however, she was expected to join the coven officially, pledging herself to them and all that they stood for. This, however, wasn’t how Ramona felt and she pleaded with her parents to see things in a different light, that there was no dark or light magic, just simply magic and that not all creatures were demons of the night -- which is when she began to tell them of her own magic and the vampire who had been like family to her, one the witch had shared a kinship like no other; a blood connection that she’d only ever felt with Dara.
Banishment. How ridiculous of a notion and she had screamed that they were fools, ignorant and blind to the truth -- it didn’t matter, however, as the curse had already been put in place well before they had all set foot to witness the ceremony. Their magic couldn’t save them, not from the two witches whom had made their own blood pact two years ago, whom spent the last two years embracing all that they were and weaving their families blood to listen to only them; it was a shame -- it didn’t have to be that way.
Ramona and Dara left that night, travelled the country in search of others who were like them and yet only ever found that vampires worshipped what they did, saw the power in the blood. Blood. The life force of all creatures.
Has been on the island for two years now -- they came in search of the vampire who saved them from their miserable lives, though haven’t come across her.
Worked for vampires for the past ten years as they travelled, digging into their magic more and finding a depth of power.
Ramona still wears her family cross; perhaps a little ironically.
Still believes that all magic is simply just magic.
Works as a bartender simply to listen to the blood, to gain information.
When the pair learned of the vampire sire lines and where the original came from, well, let’s just say their interest was peaked; the power in that blood would be tremendous.
Met Victoria and instantly she reminded them of their friend, struck a deal and found themselves working for her -- she is the oldest vampire they’ve been able to work for thus far.
Lives quite naturally, in a small cabin with very little. Grows her own food and has an extensive garden; poisons, especially, get Ramona going.
Has killed since that night, though doesn’t think that its her magic’s fault, more-so herself as a person. A gun isn’t good nor bad, just depends on the user.
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