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Alexander Ramos

"No way you are real."

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a character in “That's Not an Omelette”, originally authored by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Room D, 504 | Alexander Ramos

Image
Gender: Male
Age: 17

Dragon
Lucifer: Prince of Darkness, hater of clothes.

Physical Description
With a lean build, brown bowl-cut, and height of 5'10", Alexander could be your totally American, totally normal jock if it were not for his eyes. Ever since he was born, his golden irises have made him the talk of the family. They're often called the "Ramos Treasure" since the gene only seems to run on his father's side of the family (and very rarely at that). Unlike his family, his eyes tend to have a mischievous glint to them, as though he's planning something (which is usually the case when he's thinking up a prank or the next move in a boxing match). Very recently (in secret) he had an image of a roaring lion head tattooed on his chest.

Personality
Alexander is as blunt as his favorite weapon (brass knuckles). To him, honesty is the bravest trait a person can have. Deception is a coward’s game, played only by those who can’t win through fair means. This too, applies to the way that he interacts with others. He speaks candidly when asked for an opinion, and though he isn’t one to pass up a joke, he’ll never lie to spare another person’s feelings. In fact, when he explains himself it can come off abrasively which is why most of the school sees him as a problematic kid who is only shielded by his sports status. Though Alexander doesn’t necessarily mean anything by his words, he isn’t very aware of how they can hurt others (or how the words of another person should hurt him). A lot of the time he's very oblivious to the feelings of others and thinks of things in terms of himself and how they can lead into something that either he needs (like traps) or eventually wants to achieve (like solving a mystery).

He isn’t one to back down from an argument, particularly when he thinks he’s right (which is a lot). Like in a fight, he argues to win and has a hard time admitting defeat without taking it as a personal loss. Granted, he never resorts to personal attacks. In spite of this, Alexander does not hold a grudge. Though he is a prone to mood swings, he ultimately holds no ill-will toward the people he contends with. If anything, Alexander is able to make (and hang onto) friends fairly easily because of his "forgive and forget" policy. In his mind, as long as a person is genuinely sorry or has received some sort of punishment he feels that they have gotten what they have deserved.

One thing he majorly values though, is justice. Though he wouldn't call it a complex, it is important that everyone gets their dues. He looks down upon crime and the concept of forgoing moral behavior in favor of personal gains. Often times, people ask him how he can value justice while ignoring certain laws of the land. This is easy because justice and law are not mutually inclusive, though they should be. Justice in its purest form, is delivering good to the good and punishment to the bad. Whether this is done through the law or through other means, justice just is. Because of that it makes sense that he enjoys solving a mystery or reading about it.

Likes
✔Boxing ✔Red Things ✔Eating ✔Weapons ✔Comic Books

Dislikes
✘Homework ✘Mayonnaise ✘Injustices ✘Being lectured ✘Boring Dramas

Fears
☠Getting Old ☠Not being remembered

History
Alex was born in the inner city but moved to the better part of the east side after his father divorced his mother. It had been the two of them for a long time as Alex proved to be a handful and living off a single income was hard when you had to keep your landlord hated you. In his early years Alexander was a chubby boy who was bullied for both his weight and hotheaded personality as kids knew that if they pushed him hard enough he would try to fight. What they didn't know was that he knew how to throw his weight around. He would come home with pink slips warning his father of his exploits, but the alarms didn't start ringing until the school suspended him at nine years old. At that point, his uncle (who served as his babysitter multiple times) suggested "boxing" as a good outlet for all of that rage (and partially because Alexander had quite the potential).

His opponents called him "Fat Boy" both disparagingly and affectionately, but his nickname soon became the "Brass Baron" because of his golden eyes and brutal style of fighting. He didn't play around so much as he pounded and it made his father almost worried. Worried why? Well how was he going to treat his future stepsister if he was this angry in the ring? It actually turned out quite nice. His father married his stepmother when he was around ten going on eleven, giving him a new stepsister named Roisin Ramos. This stepsister of his wasn't one of those girls who preferred erring to the side and playing with dolls (not that there was anything wrong with that, it just wasn't something he could relate to), but someone who wanted to get into the grit and grime of the world.

That was something Alex could jive with. Even with the age difference they stuck together until she entered her preteen years and became more interested in mythology and blogging whereas Alexander continued his lucrative sports career. High school proved to be a wild ride of more fights, a girlfriend of two days, and late nights where he would have to force himself to study but he took it in stride as his parents gave him more freedom. They allowed him to get his driver's license, choose his own colleges, and even there are days when his parents leave the apartment to just him and his sister.

Relationships
→ Lucifer (0): There is a sort of love-hate relationship that would be common among brothers were it not for the age gap. He is the only one that is brave enough and dumb enough to get physical with his dragon and will likely do so even when Luc starts to dwarf him.
→ Roisin Ramos (13): Not his shining light or his partner in crime, but someone he cares for nonetheless. As young'uns they ignored the age difference and played together and as teenagers/preteens, Alex taught Roisin how to fight off anyone who bullied her for her Irish accent. He understands the importance of fighting your own battles, but if someone were to ever overpower her they would likely end up in the hospital.
→ His parents (mid 40s?): They have had their ups and downs but currently, he and his parents seem to be at a good place. They are allowing him freedoms that most teenagers his age wouldn't have, but also some responsibilities (such as taking care of Roisin while his parents are gone).
→ Roommate 1 (18-26): ???
→ Roommate 2 (18-26): ???
→ Roommate 3 (18-26): ???
→ Old Timer (30-50): ???
→ Dragonless (18-26): ???

Other
He received a pair of brass knuckles on his sixteenth birthday.

Hexcode
#E41B17

So begins...

Alexander Ramos's Story

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Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Hector O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos
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"No way you are real."

That's what Alex had said exactly two seconds after he saw six little beaks peck their way out of what appeared to be dragon eggs. That's what he thought as the turquoise little creature stared at him, white eyes begging to be loved or perhaps fed. He honestly wasn't sure but the noises seemed rather whiny.

However, let's dial back an hour or two because the origin of a story is just as important as its end.

Uriel, Alexander's psuedo-sibling invited him and Roisin Raisin to a block (floor?) party which really only consisted of four rooms as the complex itself was rather small. At the time he was supposed to go to pick-up basketball with his friends but Uriel being the mother she was, he couldn't disappoint her and decided that he ought to at least say "hi" even though he didn't know the others very well. Most were well above his age range and probably not athletic in any aspect. Still, he went and the first hour was tolerable.

They had chips, drinks, movies, and just about everything a generic party needed but one of them wanted eggs. He hadn't actually remembered who but he swears up and down it wasn't him. Well in the interest of saving cartons, someone pointed out that the half-carton of eggs would be more cost effective and it would have been if not for the fact that there were "mother fucking dragons!" inside. Really, the omelets sounded amazing and all but here they were with theses odd creatures.

"Scree?" the one presumably known as his dragon squeaked.

Ah yes right he couldn't retreat to his phone where things made sense.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

The turquoise creature didn't so much crawl as slither away from the carton and towards him.

"Scree!"

"Anyone?"

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Min would never have guessed that the commotion in the kitchen was caused by baby dragons. While he stood in stunned silence, someone else summed up what he was feeling:

"No way you are real."

Min agreed. Dragons? On this planet, in this time period? In his eggs? Without taking his eyes off the hatchlings, he said, "Ok, which fucker bought these? No, more importantly, where did you buy these? Because I'm thinking maybe you should never go there again. Ever."

Slowly, still a bit wobbly, each of the tiny creatures had approached a human. The one that came to him didn't look like the dragons he was used to seeing. It was scaly, yes, but it was basically a noodle. Part of him wanted to take it apart. See how it worked. Figure out what animal its internal systems were like. Another part of him wanted to see how big it could grow. How long that would take. Could he.. keep it?

He put out a hand for it to smell like you would with a cat. It came closer, barely grazing his fingers with its nose. It licked him with a rough tongue. Then it bit down.

"Ow!" Min snatched his hand away to survey the damage. The dragon backed away at the sudden movement. The thing didn't seem to have teeth, but the pressure of its jaws alone was enough to leave a mark. He didn't do anything to deserve a bite, did he? Maybe the little guy was hungry.

What did dragons even eat?

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"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs? Seriously, somebody tell me how the hell that happened. There's got to be some difference between them and normal chicken eggs; I'm sure of it."

Marilla stared at the tiny little dragons, shocked. Dragons couldn't be real, though, obviously they were. They were real an tiny and crawling on her friend's kitchen floor because someone had tried to make omelettes out of them. In their defense, they'd thought they were chicken eggs, but still. This was awesome though. Seriously awesome. They were tiny adorable dragons. And- wait a moment. Fuck omelettes. They could have real live dragons. They could actually raise these little guys and take care of them and it'd be awesome.

"Wait! I think we've got one chicken," She pointed out, looking down at the tiny thing that had begun crawling over to her. "It's blue though..."

She reached down, lifting it up and holding in her hands gently, like one would with a cat or dog. She held it eye level, studying the little creature, but perhaps that wasn't the best decision as it decided to nip her hand gently. It wasn't painful as it seemed like the thing didn't have any teeth yet, but it was startling.

"False alarm. It's just a very feathered dragon. It's so cute! And tiny. Man, these dragons really are small. Anyone here know anything about real dragons? My knowledge is limited to fantasy novels and I don't think that's very helpful because I didn't even have a clue that these guys could have feathers."

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"Well, that's not an omelette."

That incredibly eloquent and intelligent sentence had come out of Roi's mouth only a few hours prior. She was still thinking that she probably could have said something slightly more intelligent, but honestly, she was a bit preoccupied to be thinking about her dumb outburst. She had a little dragon hatchling who was definitely not an omelette, and seemed quite a bit offended to be even considered as one. Roi had tried to hold the cute little white hatchling, but was immediately discouraged when the dragon bit her finger. She wasn't alone- everyone else who tried to pick up or cuddle their dragons met the same fate. Luckily, the hatchling didn't seem to have deadly fangs or anything yet.

After Roi got over her bitten finger and wounded pride and gathered the courage to accept the little white dragon who seemed to be following her around like a bird to its mother, she looked around at her friends.

After her dragon's egg had been cracked and nearly fried, the other hatchlings started to break their shells open. A little blue feathered dragon started crawling over to Rilla, and Roi smiled when she mistook the dragon for a chicken. Taking a good look at her white dragon, who was standing on its hind legs like a meerkat, Roi tried to figure out whether her hatchling was a boy or a girl.

Unsure of how to proceed, Roi just tried to remember what she knew about dragons from all of the fantasy she'd ever read, all the art she'd ever seen, and all the myths she'd heard- but none of them mentioned how to raise a dragon. What did they eat? How did they interact with others? There was so much she didn't know, but Roi at least knew she had to make the best of it.

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Character Portrait: Marilla Sanders Character Portrait: Uma Character Portrait: Sentenia Character Portrait: Hector O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos
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Ned was not paying attention to the commotion and was focusing on planning which elementary school Serena should go to. He didn't feel he fitted in with the crowd as he was much older then all of them. He felt more like a chaperone then a participant of this omelette party.

That's when he felt a scaly touch on his leg, it startled him and he saw it, a black lizard. It must be a lizard with wings. What else can it be? He then noticed that there were several of these critters around the room, that's when he heard Marilla say "How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?".

These were...dragons...? That would explain the wings.

Ned steeled himself to pull on the wings to see if they are fake. If they are fake, they are not dragons, if they are real...he just found a member of a legendary species.
Ned tugged hard on the black lizard's wings, the thing bit him as if it was angry. The wings were real. They were dragons that he heard in story books.

That also means he can't just put them it in the wild. He has to deal with it somehow.
Ned was devastated that this fiasco had happened on the year that he has to work out the financial issues for Serena's admittance to elementary school.

"Fuckin' shit...why me...?'

The setting changes from Room 503 to Earth

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#, as written by Alasund
Dragons.

This was the only thought running through Uriel's mind for the first few moments after he had cracked the egg over the pan and nearly fried a little scaled creature. Even now, a while after the event, with all his guests holding or staring at little dragons, he was still in a bit of a state of shock, hand unconsciously fiddling with the hair where he sometimes braided to indicate preferred pronouns.

"Ok, which fucker bought these? No, more importantly, where did you buy these? Because I'm thinking maybe you should never go there again. Ever."
"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs?


"I swear I bought chicken eggs. Uriel shook his head a moment, trying to think straight. "The other 6 eggs in the carton were chicken eggs. I..." For the first time in the years he had lived here, Uriel was speechless and unsure of how to plan a way forwards. In the end it was someone else speaking that finally got the freaking out Uriel to focus.

"Okay well does anyone know how to take care of these things?"

Dragons, dragons. How does one take care of dragons. Dragons were predators. They... only ate meat? He didn't remember the myths well enough. "Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" He knew the younger Ramos was a myths expert, and now with at least a semblance of a plan of response, Uriel visibly calmed down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I can get lamb chops sent up here. And there's milk in the fridge. I think that takes care of any dietary needs. They might need nests. Or caves? I'll.... I can check what habitats they like after I've rung my friend up to send the food over. I'll go make that call." Still shaken enough to stumble over his own mini-speech, Uriel began to fumble in the pockets looking for his mobile, before finding out that the coat currently being worn didn't have it. After cursing silently under his breath, Uriel began carefully moving around the dragons and people on the floor of apartment. "Keep an eye on the dragons." Saying that word still feels a little crazy. "And please someone close and lock the door and windows."

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Character Portrait: Verity Character Portrait: Roisin Ramos Character Portrait: Ned Ramsey Character Portrait: Kyung-min Lee Character Portrait: Terrence Halls Character Portrait: Medusa
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"Terryyyyyyy."

Ah, there it was again, his name said with too many vowels. Well, it was lucky that his parents hadn't named him Xavier or something. That would've just been awkward to say all drawn out like Min so often did. Terry was a much nicer name in Terry's opinion - less clumsy. No one's tongue had to trip over four syllables.

"Rilla, Rilla, right. Sorry," he said, with his version of an apologetic grin, full of sincere cheer and not quite as apologetic as one would hope. Having secured the windows, since he was already standing, Terry deftly leapt over low standing furniture and prone bodies to deal with the front door. "And I'm sure it'll be fine. They don't look like they'd get full off eggshells anyway. 'Sides, they came out of chicken eggs and we have six more of those."

Meanwhile, his grey-brown hatchling left in Marilla's care stood stock still, as if stunned by its contact with another creature. After a moment, it staggered forward uneasily on its feet. It was tentative, as if unsure of what to make of its new terrain and confused as to what it might meet up ahead. It stopped when it got to close to the other feathered hatchling, and cocking its head it cautiously twisted and brought forward its tail, waving it in front of him like a blind man with a cane.

As Terry locked the door and checked the handle twice, he tossed out to the group over his shoulder, "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?"

To be honest, he was just fishing for ideas. Despite having grown up in a town where there were more animals than children, Terry hadn't been allowed any pets as a kid, and he hadn't named a thing before in his life. Alex had his love of comic books and Roisin had her writing. Ned, well, had a daughter, so clearly he'd done this sort of thing before. Maybe he could just… piggy back of their ideas. Sounded like a sound plan to him.

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"Well, I hate to break it to you guys, but I've officially nabbed the best one of the batch. Look, it looks like the alien from Alien."

"Uh nice try but my dude here looks like," Alex paused for a second, glancing over at his dragon before realizing it had disappeared, "oh shit!"

"Scree!"

Alex looked over to the sink, finding the small creature bathing in one of the dirty dishes. It seemed to enjoy the half-filled bowl of water despite the remnants of food caked on the edges. Clearly his dragon gave no damns about being gross. He picked up the bowl and filled it to the rim so as to allow the serpent to swim more freely before setting it on the table. He paid no mind to the rest of the participants in the discussion until the idea of food popped up and Alex could only imagine what sorts of things this creature, this dragon could eat.

"Mine seems like more of a fish type of guy, but that's just a guess," he shrugged as he double-checked any other entrances and exits within the apartment. The last thing he wanted was one of them getting into the walls and plus, his dragon seemed happy in the water.

When he was finished, Terrance proposed the idea of naming all the dragons but honestly Alexander wasn't so sure. Naming it meant giving it an identity and thus sympathy should it ever get hurt. Granted his dragon was cool as hell but it'd be bad deals if the thing ever ran away. Not that he was thinking that far into the future.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic," he shrugged, "any ideas Roi?"

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Roi was in shock- but a good kind of shock. She was in disbelief that all her far-fetched, insane dreams had just hatched before her eyes. Literally.

"Uh. Food. They probably need to be fed. Dragons eat... sheep? Roisin, do you know any myths about baby dragons?" She'd heard Uriel throw out the question, and racked her brain. "Well, they seem to be following us around like little ducklings or some crap like that. Little scaly ducklings..." The white hatchling was sitting on the coffee table, and she tugged it away when it began sharpening its claws on the wood.

"Meat is probably a good plan, yeah... I'll check my sources as soon as we get this sorted out. I feel like somewhere it said that some hatchlings eat the eggs they were in for extra minerals and stuff, so better not-" Before finishing her sentence, Roi yelped. The little scaly duckling had tried to sharpen its claws on her legs. "You stop that, little one." The dragon looked at Roisin in disdain and scratched its talons down her legs one more time before leaping onto the couch and standing on her hind legs like a guard.

Getting up and walking over to the door, she shut it firmly and locked it. Knowing how aggressive her little hatchling had been to the table, Roi hoped that the wooden door could withstand the little dragon. Walking back over to the couch, she was startled by the trash compactor making weird crunches. She heard Rilla talking about animals eating their eggs, and knew she'd pointed that out earlier. "Well, there goes any hope of having them munch on eggshells. Door is locked and secure." Shaking her head and reclaiming her spot on the couch, she looked at the creamy dragon standing guard.

She looked at the little white dragon that had emerged from the first egg. "So you started this mess, little one..." She was staring into the proud hatchling's violet eyes when she was jerked back by the naming ceremonies. "So, it's been a good long while already. Who's ready to play the naming game? Roi? Alex? Ned?" She heard Terry say, and immediately looked back to the miffed white hatchling. "Well, aren't you just a little ball of sunshine." The dragon glared at her, and then jumped into her lap, curled up, and began purring much like a cat. Roi was surprised and nearly jumped back, but smiled softly when the purrs turned to snores.

Listening to the murmurs of name ideas floating around, Roisin tried to come up with a name for her new dragon. She'd decided that the hatchling was female, based on its mannerisms and oddly long eyelashes. It seemed right. Roi had so much experience naming characters and pets that she was trying to come up with an equally awesome name for the awesome mythical creature napping on her. "You're like a little sentinel... What about Sentenia? Does that sound right?" Deciding that Sentenia fit the girl hatchling still sleeping soundly, she watched as her friends and neighbors scrambled for names.

"Uma has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Roi nodded to Ned. Uma reminded her of something she'd watched recently, she couldn't put her finger on it however. She wanted to look it up on her phone, but Sentenia was laying on it, and Roi knew the rules. No waking up pets, ever. She didn't even want to know how cranky baby dragons would be if woken from a nap.

"I dunno man, I want something cool and prophetic, any ideas Roi?" She smiled at Alex's ultimate question, and watched the little hatchling swim around in the dirty bowl filled with water. "Well, I did have a shark once. I doubt your little hatchling would appreciate being named James Pond, though. In my defense, I was seven." She covered quickly before she could be teased. "Your little serpent dragon is pretty cute though. Any idea the gender?" Sentenia yawned and looked up lazily, blinking sleep from her now crystal-blue eyes. "That's a bit odd..." she murmured to herself.

Grabbing her phone before the white dragon settled down again, she looked up sea serpent myths. Checking her blog first to see if she'd posted anything on sea serpents, she sighed. No luck. Searching on the internet, she uncovered a picture guide to different kinds of sea dragons. "Hmm. Alex, I think your dragon is a Bakunawa. Says here that it's a dragon rumored to have swallowed the moon in ancient myth. Not much information here, though." Turning off her phone, she studied the little dragon. "What about Atlantic? Or Pacific? Sea names are pretty cool, like Carribean. If it's a guy, though, you might want to go a little manlier. Like, 'Sea Demon' or whatever."

Roi grinned helpfully and turned to her friends. She noticed Uriel working on food and picked up her white dragon baby. Sentenia yawned and rolled over in her arms. She eyeballed the hatchling's size and looked down at her hoodie pocket. Putting the baby dragon in the big pocket, she stood up carefully and maneuvered her way into the kitchen. "Need any help, Uriel? Milk is probably a good idea, but I'm not sure how well plastic or rubber'll stand against the fangs of these little ones." Roi glanced over at Rilla, who had her lap full with two hatchlings clambering around. Furrowing her brow, she glanced around. Of course. Terry didn't have his dragon, which must mean Rilla had both hers and Terry's. Sighing, she half-listened to Rilla's rant and leaned on the counter.

"Which one's yours, Rilla? The feathered one resembles more of a female, with body shape and all. I'm not so sure about feathered dragons. I'd assume they're all slender, but..." Roi stopped herself from starting a tangent. "Any name would be nice for yours. The other hatchling... Yeah, Terry was right. It kind of does look a bit alien." Watching it stumble around and lash the blue hatchling with a flat tail, Roi examined the thing from a distance. "It kind of looks like it can't see. Do you think it's eyeless? It could be, if it's a deep sea or a cave sort. They don't have much need for sight, since it's so dark..."

Trailing off, Roi smiled as her gaze swept the room. Sure, raising dragons would be a nightmare at times, but she couldn't wait.