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- ▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ ▷ RAMORE, NAOMI ▶
- ｆｉｌｅ . . . ＯＰＥＮ !! ◁ ◁ ◁
- name ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Naomi Ramore
nickname ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Trouble, Nini, Ramore
age ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Twenty-four
birthday ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Exact date is unknown so she celebrates her 'found day,' August 9th
gender ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Female
role ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Prince of Rebellion
sexuality ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Heterosexual, for the moment.
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- eye colour ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Grey
hair colour ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Black but dyes her bangs purple.
height ◁ ◁ ▶
tab 5'8"
weight ◁ ◁ ▶
tab 130lbs
markings ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Aside form her signature purple bangs Naomi has a a matching tattoo which sits on the crest of each of her shoulders.
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- soul type ◁ ◁ ▶
tab demon
dead or alive? ◁ ◁ ▶
tab alive
true name ◁ ◁ ▶
tab unknown
memories ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Glimpses of strange things, but she has yet to understand them. For now she chalks it up to her wild imagination.
- ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｓ▁▁▁▁▁ !!
- hometown ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Moral
current home ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Abandoned surveillance station... Easy to find because of its still intact but weather beaten sign which reads 'CFS Ramore.' Which is where she came up with her last name; Ramore.
job ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Everywhere and anywhere the mighty eon leads her.
As a Bandit she typically tries not to stay in one place too long.
When thieving can't get her anywhere she often takes up odd jobs where she can.
biography ◁ ◁ ▶
- Naomi doesn't know who she is. Like even her name- the most basic knowledge a person ought to have... she doesn't know. The name 'Naomi' was just something that evolved as her would-be family of bandits realized they just couldn't call her 'hey you' for the rest of her life... So the boys flipped through a nudie-mag, voted on the best looking girl and decided the little babies name that way. She doesn't mind the name though, having seen that old nudie-mag herself. Naomi is just very thankful not to have been named Candi... or worse Tammy Salami... ugh. She never would have heard the end of it.
Then again there are worse things in the world than being named after some long dead porn star... like being left behind.
You can't even say Naomi grew up in the streets, because the flood waters would only rise and rise. Pushing them further north as Moral began to sink before their eyes... And life in these flooded streets weren't easy. Naomi's early years were spent being left behind to watch whatever shelter they were now calling 'home.' The Bandits were happy to take her in but weren't interested in the risk of dragging her along. She of course would protest that they used to take her all the time, which was true, but dangerous. Even if they left her behind there was no guarantee she would stay. She would often sneak off and do some thieving of her own, and after some time her bandit family came to accept that the little girl was just a gosh darn adorable ball of pure trouble. Finally her bandit family took her under their dark wings and taught her everything... But eventually even that had to come to an end. Once she reached 'womanhood' at the tender age of eight suddenly her lessons were disturbed monthly. The other women couldn't even be of any help, they had long since stopped having their monthly disturbance. Malnutrition and the constant physical stress they were under halted this process... their bodies believing them to be in too dangerous a state to carry a child. Which was one of the reasons Naomi had been taken in... It was the chance for them to actually have a family.
Naomi had never thought much on why she was taken, being raised on old stories of characters like Robin Hood. People just did good, and even if they did bad... they were essentially still good... right? But now she understood they took her out of wants. Just as they would steal out of wants. Now, dealing with periods are shitty to begin with but add having minimum access to toilets or proper feminine products...? Well her days of adventuring became fewer and fewer, as once again out of want her family was pulled further and further from her...
Her family often had to go on 'jobs' which often took them to far off places... but she had always been able to go with them. But now, with the unpredictability of her.. 'womanly situation' she was forced to stay behind. Sometimes they would be gone weeks or months at a time, leaving her to fend for herself or call upon friends to check in on their big girl.
Little did they know how hard it was for Naomi to be left behind, over and over... To wonder if she had been forgotten completely or not... Making her retract deeper into herself. Allowing her imagination to dream up lives upon lives for her... but none of these dreams could distract her form her reality. As the years went by their family became fewer and fewer. Being claimed by death or the state... and so their time away only lengthened.
As Naomi grew older these things mattered less, or at least she pretended they did. Instead of moping like she had for a good two years she began to work her own jobs, or more brewing her own trouble! Fearless, shameless and bold Naomi became an unpredictable force that rampaged the near by towns. Caught or not, it didn't matter as long as she managed to run away! So maybe at first she wasn't so good at the solo gigs, but it gave her something to do during her twenty-eight days of freedom! However even this terrible thing was not to last forever. Like the other women, her life in Moral began to take its tole on her body... and the one certain thing in her life disappeared...
Stupid. So stupid to miss something once it's gone but that's exactly what Naomi did. She might not have often imagined what her future would be, but when she did she imagined it with a child. A child whom she wanted to ensure would know her as she had never known her own mother... but now... well it was another dusty dream to push to the back of her mind.
At least life brought her a new grace in the form of a friend- well she was going to be his friend whether he liked it or not! Someone her own age! At last! Someone her own age who wouldn't look at her like some urchin. She could steal on the eons she wanted, dress herself all fancy... and yet people would still look at her like... well.. like she was nobody... But with her companion came a new found confidence. He was hilariously weak, at first at least, which made the girl feel impossibly happy. She had been made strong from her lonely years. Made smart by the lessons heard and the hard lessons learned...
And now she had someone to share it all with. Her new friend was grateful for the knowledge and together they became a powerful duo. Together they go anywhere, do anything and be anyone--
personality ◁ ◁ ▶
- Naomi had always been rather spunky, but her years alone made all of her traits more extreme. For a long time it had just been a 'me, myself and i' show... but now she has an audience and all the world is her stage. This confidence had come to her in the form of friendship, even if occasionally Naomi treated it like a competition... Naomi reserves all of her positive traits for her trusted few, leaving the rest of the world to deal with her unpredictable mood swings and sarcasm... While her most bitter emotions and feelings are exhausted upon the rich folk. The types of people who ignore the pleas of the less fortunate but at the same time condemn them for their desperate deeds, are the ones Naomi especially hates.
- ｅｘｔｒａ▁▁▁▁▁ !!
- weapon ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Two Esperion Hand Guns, and a gnarly old hunting knife she found in her abandon surveillance building of a home.
likes ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Dry places, Savory foods, Prince of Greed, Trouble
dislikes ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Being alone, Bland food, Rich people
hobbies ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Making False Identification Cards, stealing, reading old surveillance guide books in her house
secrets ◁ ◁ ▶
tab Naomi has never outwardly expressed her interest in discovering who here parents were... but through conversations with other Moral citizens she discovered that there was a couple living in the abandoned surveillance building around the time she had been born. No one ever knew what happened to them and the matter was simply shrugged off. Moral was a hard place to live so it wasn't surprising when people just up and left... Since learning this information Naomi became obsessed with the building and quickly claimed it for herself. Exploring as much of the corridors as she can since much of the lower levels have already flooded... she hopes to maybe discover if the couple who once lived here were her real parents.
