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 Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 7:24 pm
 ♥ Lyra Rameri ♠ Twenty-two ♦ Waitress ♣
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:41 pm
✰ 『 Basics 』 ✰
LYRA MADELINE RAMERI
❝No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep.❞
♣ Nickname(s): Don't have any
♠ Age: Twenty Twenty-two
♣ Birthday: Fall 18
♠ Gender: Female
♣ Sexuality: Meh, I'm twenty. We'll see what happens.
♠ Job: Waitress at the bakery
♣ Residence: I live in a cabin in the woods with my dad and aunt
✰ 『 Personals 』 ✰
♣ Height: 5'7
♠ Weight: 133 pounds
♣ Hair color: Blue
♠ Eye color: Blue
♣ Distinguishing features: Contemplating a tattoo; 12 piercings, can you find them all?
✰ 『 Traits 』 ✰
♣ Confident
♠ Manipulative
♣ Flirtatious
♠ Hot-tempered
♣ Uninhibited
♠ Imaginative
✰ 『 Interests 』 ✰
♥ Music, I really love anything with a good beat that I can dance to.
✔ New clothes, there's something magical about new clothes!
✘ Vegetables, I am my daddy's girl. I guess green beans are okay, though.
☠ Being woken up in the morning, hey, something's never change
♥ Dad's cooking, what can I say. He's a beast behind the stove.
✔ Nighttime, everything gets soooo much better at night.
✘ Cold, I cannot stand the winter. I guess that's why I was born in spring.
☠ Bad weather, it means that I can't go run around in the woods!
♥ Boys, I love the thrill of toying with someone. I guess that's the remainder of mom in me.
✔ Parties, I just love having fun!
✘ The thought of aging, I love the way everything feels right now. I don't want to forget any of it.
☠ The past, there's too much hurt for our family. I hate looking back.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 9:55 pm
✰ 『 Biography 』 ✰
I hear I was a bit of a hellion. I learned how to express myself quickly by screaming all sorts of things and running (quickly crawling) through the house. I proved myself to be a handful by knocking over everything I could get my grubby hands on and smashing all of my sister's toys. I pulled Bela's hair whenever it was in reach and kicked daddy whenever he was forced to hold me. I'd spit all over anyone who wasn't family, puking whenever I was able. I scared off all of Aunty Bea's boyfriends with a low growl and carried my precious rabbit everywhere with me. Yes, the root of all of my heinous acts was none other than Alphonse, so I hear. As I grew older, things only got worse. I grew quite quickly and was able to reach more. Decorative vases, picture frames, anything I could find would topple to the ground and shatter against the hardwood floor. I caused many fights between Bela and daddy because daddy blamed Bela for my premature potty mouth. The bigger I got, the harder I'd hit and soon daddy refused to touch me at all.
When time finally came for me to start school, phone calls would ring through the cabin on a daily basis telling Bela about whose nose I had bloodied this time. They tried spanking, they tried grounding, they even tried therapy. But, nothing seemed to help me. I was just as bad as a preteen, yelling even more at Bela and using all of the things I overheard Aunt Sukey yelling at Bela. I would then get into a yelling fight with dad when he had had enough. I'd wear him down by throwing the "fact" that he wasn't my father back at him.
On a specific night when I was ten I had had enough. I'm still not quite sure of everything that happened then, but I grabbed Alphonse and went walking outside. While in the yard, we got to talking about how awful my parents were to me and that I should do something big to get back at them. We sat on the back porch thinking for awhile when it dawned on them that daddy's car was one of the most important things in his life, and that was what I had to get rid of. I went down into the edge of the woods with Alphonse in hand. He led me to a pile of sticks and told me exactly which to grab. He then pointed out the best rock for the job. As soon as I had all of the materials, we walked to the garage together. I stood behind it and scraped the rock against the stick until finally I made fire. I tossed it against the wooden exterior and watched it light quickly, the fire dancing across the logs. I took a few slow steps back and watched my masterpiece with a smile and heard Alphonse's laugh coming from within my arms. I stood there for a few minutes just watching it all when I heard a scream. My eyes widened and I darted towards the little window to see inside. Curled up against the car was Aunt Mitsuke, crying and gasping for air. In the shock of the moment, I dropped Alphonse and ran towards the house which was a good ways up the hill from the garage. I ran into the house and began searching for someone to help. I soon found the only person that seemed to be awake in the house, Aunt Beatrice. With tears in my eyes, I began to tell her exactly what had happened. Beatrice couldn't believe it, but knew exactly what I had meant. She always thought as a child that there was something wrong with her, due to Alphonse but thought that she had been imagining things. We ran to the garage and called the firemen. But, there was nothing we or the men could do, save listen to Mitsuke's screams as her skin began to melt away. By the time the fire was stopped, all that could be seen was a pile of ashes, a blackened corpse, some metal and a much different pile. A pile of singed stuffed animal fluff.
I was forced after that day to go to weekly therapy and the family was never really the same. As the seasons dragged on, my attitude completely changed. I wanted nothing more but to assist the family and run from all others. I began to cling to Aunt Beatrice who had an understanding with me. I also began messing around in the kitchen, making gourmet toast. This brought a tear to dad's eye and began our relationship together. I continued through school, attempting to break out of my shell with the help of therapy. I made fast friends with many of the local kids and grew up. I know I'm not fully grown or anything, but I've done a lot of changing since those times long ago.
There were some pretty important changes around the house, too. Dad and Bela began fighting more and more and one day, she was just gone. She even took my sister with her. Not that I loved Ryder above all else or anything, she was kind of a total b***h. But, she was my sister and I did love her. Dad had done something pretty bad, too because the cops showed up and he wound up in jail soon after. Aunty Beatrice and I got much closer over this time and she taught me some new recipes. I was 15 when they took dad away and I had started an experimental time of my life. I tried my first cigarette behind the inn with a rather strange man that was easily seduced by my blossoming hips. Alcohol was easier and came from dad's stash downstairs. I invited a couple of friends over, played some music along with some pool and waited til Beatrice was asleep to bust out the drinks. Our house quickly became a popular hangout for all of my friends and I became a little more popular.
Now that I have graduated, I work at the bakery with dad and spend most of my free time either shopping or partying. There are still some times when I look back on all of the problems that have led me to where I am today. I sometimes miss Ryder and Bela. Although I don't remember much about Aunt Mitsuke, I miss her too. Perhaps that's why I attempt to fill all of the voids of my life with eccentric behavior.
✰ 『 All Others 』 ✰
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 9:12 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX✰ 『 Pets 』 ✰
The entire Rameri family is rather busy, but Lyra insisted on a pet when she was only a child. Xeiro, being unable to refuse his daughter, went out and purchased an aquarium and some fish. He is now very used to feeding them while drinking his morning coffee and they have become a loved part of the family. Xeiro still isn't sure if Lyra knows that he has to replace the fish every so often, but he doesn't mind either way. He likes to think that she is still the small child he once helped make gourmet toast.
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