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Ramona Oh

''Ladies and gentlemen... The Human Noodle.''

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a character in “The Cabinet of Curiosities”, as played by rubytuesday

Description

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Name
Ramona Oh

Nickname/s
Gumby | Friends and Co-Freaks | Occasionally | Dislikes |
Momo | Friends | Often | Likes |
Twister | Co-Freaks | Rarely | Doesn't Mind |

Age
Twenty One

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Biromantic | Bisexual

Nationality
Korean







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Personality
Ramona is rather normal in comparison to some of the characters that live within the confines of her beloved circus. The gears in her mind have yet to break down and falter like some of her co-freaks. She is, in some ways, twisted, but she isn't evil or wicked. That being said, she's no basket of roses, either. The most unsettling thing about Ramona, save for her quease-inducing ability to bend her limbs at the most awkward and random of angles, is probably her somewhat creepy view of life in general. She can be very grim, with a dark sense of humour and an adoration for all things horror and thriller-related. She can be shockingly wise and philosophical at times, but all of her poetic statements that she tends to utter when in her pondering moments have a habit of being riddled with gloomy and somewhat depressing undertones. Of course, she knows that she bothers some people by being likes this, but that only encourages her to do it more. She loves to unnerve 'normals', and has played a number of pranks and tricks on the non-freakish individuals that she has come across, some of them more wicked than others. However, she is not a cruel person, and is justified in her own right, only doing such mischievious things on those that she personally believes are deserving. She is kind when she wants to be, but rather hot-headed and detached, yet to obtain the ability to trust enough to be in a strong relationship. She is sharp-minded and wily, willing to exchange bladed banter with whomever is up for the challenge, and is occasionally quite prideful, in that if someone dares damage her dignity, she will strike back, guns blazing and thirsty for blood. She has a cool wit, and is very clever, although this is more in the case of street smarts than academics.






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Likes
| The Circus | Being Right | Winning | Gambling (so long as she wins) | Pranks and Trickery | The Horror Genre | Performing | Star Gazing | Travelling | Cloudy Weather | Astrology |

Dislikes
| Sitting Still | Being Lied To | Losing | Being Afraid | Pastel Colours | Bullies | Normals | Pretentious People | Being Mocked or Insulted | Idiots | Bullies |

Fears
| Being Betrayed or Cheated | Regret | Losing Something or Someone Precious | Rejection | Drowning |

Talents
Contortion
Naturally, this is a given if Ramona is to be a contortionist. Although she doesn't know nor care about the scientific reasons behind it, nor the medical terms that would describe her body's ability to bend and twist and turn with all the brittleness of overcooked spaghetti, she has always possessed the ability. She is remarkably flexible, and has grown even more so through practice and effort. And she only gets better.
Acrobatics
Also a common aspect of her act, Ramona is a skilled gymnast, a master of flips, cartwheels and handsprings galore. She possesses an impressive amount of upper body strength, given her slight frame, and can often be seen tumbling her way around the circus grounds when she's feeling particularly bored or aimless.
Quick-Witted
Ramona undeniably has an astounding knack for getting herself into trouble, however, she also has a talent for getting herself out of it again. She is, although not necessarily charismatic, per say, she is very good at talking her way out of bad situations, with wit, sarcasm, and an arsenal of carefully thought out excuses on her side.
Tough
There is little that Ramona with shy away from. She will not let herself be bullied or bludgeoned into submission, and when she has her mind set on something, Heaven forbid someone try to keep her from it. Whether this be considered a positive trait or a negative one, Ramona couldn't care less. That's your problem, not her's.


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Family

History

So begins...

Ramona Oh's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jean Rainey Character Portrait: Thalassa Character Portrait: Augustus Tenebrae Character Portrait: Iaera  Naaheed Character Portrait: Hecate Alptraum Character Portrait: Ramona Oh
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Friday, May 12th, 1952.
Jupiter, FL.



Routinely busy pedways are barren in Jupiter, Florida. Not more than twenty hours ago, murders were confirmed in the placid pastel township. Businesses are dull, devoid of revenue and company. Managers idly kick rocks at the stoops of their establishments while a single cloud passes overhead. You wouldn’t think it was the beginning of a weekend. The air is stiff and muggy, whispers of homicide coating the silence with poisonous gossip. A word or two is spoken of the visiting Cabinet of Curiosities. The sun hoists itself up on an invisible string and cooks the world below as if it were putting the blame on Jupiter for its own tragedy.




“Did you hear about those freaks rolling in yesterday?”

“Police didn’t even think to check one of those tacky train cars for the missing children.”

“One of those weirdos could have eaten them!”

“I might buy a ticket, though.”

“God himself could not create creatures so monstrous.”






The police department finds nothing to go on, not even a hint as to whether the missing children are dead, kidnapped, or runaways. Their work is composed and tedious, even for a group of presumed hay-chewing imbeciles. Jupiter’s protective bubble disintegrates as citizens’ minds go amok with fear. Television screens flicker with washed out images and reports of no new found evidence. Ads aimed to put color into an otherwise drab world invite locals to a traveling freak show.

Two miles outside of town, the rented fairgrounds are aglow and engaged. Accordions, violins, and trumpets play a happy, upbeat tune. The hiss in between its melody gives a sinister warning to those who pay attention. Elsa Mars sways on a dirt path, smoke leaving her mouth while she gives pointers as her performers walk by. A woman that appears double her height passes. FrĂ€ulein glances up and croons, “Tonight I want you to hold my sweet Matthaus and Ramona on those strong shoulders. They will do the rest.” The amazonian beauty nods and continues toward her makeshift residence for last minute prep. In her wake comes a snarling dark haired boy, alpha aura rolling off of him like thick sweat. Elsa bats an eye at him, a carnal look of approval, but advisory on her tongue, “Keep the growling to a minimum, schönen jungen, unless you are in your cage. We cannot afford to frighten any customers away this time around. Rip your shirt off or something, the ladies will pay extra.”

While a tall, tattooed man combs his hair, a flaxen haired woman with lips as red as coral peeks around a corner. She has a pen and notepad on hand. She is quick to duck whenever Elsa looks her way. A dark haired girl walks past the wash troughs, a handful of clanking hooks held by pale fingers. An older man pushes a wheelbarrow full of other sharp, stainless steel behind her. He is quieter than the rest, with soot smearing his hands and neck. His eyes are flecked with era and knowledge, years worth of stories beyond them. He is a handyman. Behind him trots yet another part of the string of conveyance.

She is tiny and wide eyed, wrapped in periwinkle silk that matches her lipstick. Elsa snaps at her, “Don’t drag that fabric! Das ist schrecklich, Thalassa worked her hands to the bone ensuring that dress looked perfect!” Like a smaller twin or protĂ©gĂ©, a girl with tow-colored hair and a round face cracks to attention and nods. She was the seamstress of which Elsa spoke. To avoid further madness, or upsetting FrĂ€ulein, a lithe young man scoops the periwinkle doll off her feet and carries her like precious cargo. He is careful in how he touches her, cautious not to let the adored fabric get caught on his scale-like skin. He doesn’t want to hear anymore complaining from Elsa about how careless her troupe can be. But he too, is quiet.

Customers line up an hour early, easily a hundred or more of them. They’re eager to throw their money into the ticket booth. Even women holding infants smile and keenly wait their turn. Others hold the hands of whining children. Hungry looking men stare after the glimpses of a tawny skinned woman carrying fire beyond the gates. She hums quietly and gives a brief word of encouragement to a girl with orange, sunshiney hair. The show is going to begin, in spite of it being much earlier than anticipated.

I have melted somehow back into one, lumpy piece. That’s the charm of the blazing southern sun, I suppose. I avoided being digested in a twist of fortune and find myself bonding to my other circus peanut colleagues. My wildest aspiration is to continue cohering until I form myself into the biggest circus peanut known to man. Then, I too, will have a spot in FrĂ€ulein’s Cabinet of Curiosities. My dreams are dashed for the time being, as my bag, my home, is handed off to a man and his family. He clenches the plastic so tightly I fear I may suffocate. We pass under striped fabric. I pray that I am alive long enough to finally see the show for myself. Elsa greets her audience in both German and English and the applause is tremendous as the music begins.

And I know, even if I am not long for this world, I can die happy, here in the presence of performers and exquisite curiosity.
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