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Malcolm Ramirez

"You must be mistaken. I'm no one's Mayor!"

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a character in “Mystic Grove”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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|Name|
Malcolm Vincent Ramirez

|Nickname|
His most common nicknames are "Mac" and "Mal", but he has received other nicknames before. He rarely goes by his first name either way. He publishes under the name "Vince Ramirez".

|Gender|
Male

|Ethnicity|
White European -- Spanish/French/Italian

|Sexuality|
Bisexual

|Role|
Male Six

|Face Claim|
Zachary Quinto



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|Height|
Six feet even

|Weight|
One hundred, eighty pounds

|Hair Color|
Mal's hair is so dark brown that it is basically black.

|Eye Color|
Like his son, he has dark brown eyes. Unlike Noah, however he has no problem with them.

|General Appearance|
Mac, as opposed to most of his new neighbors, is quite average in both abilities and physical appearance. He's quite average for his height which isn't quite outstanding. Mal often keeps his facial hair in at least a light stubble on his cheeks. His dark brown hair is , in a word unruly, but he occasionally has it trimmed up and shaven on the sides only for it to grow out. He has very few scars. Any that he has come from his childhood on the family farm. As for clothing, Malcolm often wears nothing more than a sweater or hoodie over a graphic t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans. When he must dress formally, he settles for a polo and khakis. Full suits are completely out of the question unless they are absolutely necessary. He is also near-sighted, and he must wear glasses for very about everything besides reading.



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|Personality|
Many in his hometown would say Mac is extremely soft-spoken, and perhaps not in a good way. It's not that he dislikes interacting with others, he's just never been the best at it. His talents lie in writing, not speaking. Still, he is quick to jump to the defense of his family when he must, for his family means the world to him. Though he is, more or less, a responsible person, he dislikes having the burden of responsibility upon his shoulders simply because he dislikes the thought of people turning to him for guidance or advice besides his sister or his son. Granted, he does want to be helpful, but he's often a bit too brash at times when helping. His people skills aren't the best, and he tends to get worked up when stressed. Still, he's a genuine guy who often tries to do what is best for those he loves.

|Likes|
❤ Coffee ❤ Trivia ❤ The Color Red ❤ Noah Ramirez ❤ Tierra Ramirez ❤ Snow ❤ History ❤ Playing the Guitar ❤ Animals ❤ Dogs ❤ Video Games ❤ Folk Music ❤

|Dislikes|
✘ Crafting ✘ Todd, his sister's boyfriend ✘ Death ✘ Standing Out ✘ ✘ The Color Gray ✘ Reality TV ✘ Country Music ✘ Football ✘ Wearing Shoes ✘ Math ✘ Grapefruit ✘



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|History|
Malcolm lived the sort of life that most children fantasize about. He was the eldest son of two large animals veterinarians who practiced together out of their farm. From early in his life, Malcolm was exposed to an array of animals and the people who owned them. There was another son and a daughter, George and Emilia, respectively, before Tierra was born. Though he most certainly loved his other two siblings, he always felt much closer with Tierra despite the large gap of nine years in their ages.

He would wander about their property with her or take her to the pond to catch frogs. Because their parents were often busy with their practice, Mal became, more or less, a bit of a parental figure to her. It was a responsibility that he feels he maintains to this day, and he loves every moment of it. When Mal was seventeen and just finishing high school, he hooked up with a girl in his grade by the name of Grace. Long story short, by the end of his senior year, Mac was a father to a boy, Noah. He certainly wasn't upset by it. In fact, he was ecstatic to have a child of his own. Grace quite willingly moved in and married him when they were both nineteen.

Mal, because of Noah's birth, never truly felt comfortable leaving to attend college. Instead, He tried to take on small jobs here or there to bring in some money. Any money he made, however, was dwarfed by whatever his parents brought in, and he soon realized it simply wasn't worth trying to bring in money from something he wasn't good at. Instead, he decided to turn to his passion: writing. His first book, an intense, science fiction thriller, made its way on to the New York Times Bestseller list. Needless to say, he was both surprised and extremely proud. Since then, he has put out numerous books, most of which have received the praise of critics. Being able to work from home also allowed him to spend Noah's childhood alongside him so that he bonded with his son.

When he was twenty-six, Tierra left with another man. He was absolutely terrified to see her leave with this boy, but he assured himself that she was a strong woman and she had known Todd for years. Regardless, he made sure to check in with her often in the form of phone calls. Slowly, however, he grew to accept her relationship with Todd. In fact, he became so accepting of it that when Todd truly grew abusive, he failed to notice it. But perhaps that was because he was facing his own issues.

On Mal's thirty-forth birthday, Grace was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, or at least what had once been ovarian cancer. They had never been able to get pregnant after Noah, and the Stage IV cancer finally explained why. By then, however, it was far too late. She was dead a few days before his thirty-fifth birthday. He tried to make the pain go away, but it simply wouldn't. Looking for comfort months later, he visited Tierra, and it was during said visit that he noticed the bruises Todd had left. Everything having come to a boiling point, Mac packed up his belongings and decided that it would be best if they all moved. Said move, however, was miles away in an unfamiliar town, so it only made sense that they would become lost. Coincidentally, they happened to get lost around Mystic Grove on the day of the old mayor's funeral.


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Malcolm Ramirez's Story

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Tierra Ramirez
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Tierra was driving with her brother, Malcolm and his son Noah. They had been having both a rough patch in life. Her brother's wife died leaving Malcolm to raise Noah. Although Noah was well in his teens he still had to take care and worry for Noah all by himself now. Tierra not having that fun also in her past town. She was in a lovely relationship that turned on her and turned out to be a real crappy relationship with him beating her all the time. Noah hadn't known yet it was only Malcolm who found out really by forcing it out of her.

She watched as her brother drove they were all in silence. She decided it was up to her to change that. "Why don't we do a car activity or sing the song Bottles or beer on the wall. What do you think Noah?" She asked hoping to break the silence he would like it when he was young but he has been growing up quite quickly. And so he may think that too childish. "Malcolm have we decided on any town or city to move yet or is this just see where we end up kind of situation?" She had said in a low voice hoping that Noah wouldn't hear. The car was a minivan and was really useful for all the stuff they had brought. "We should get a house together I don't think we all are stable enough to live on her own." Okay that was a lie. She wasn't stable enough to live on her own she would break into tears or something worse. She just knew it was a bad idea.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Aileas was in town that day. Or more specifically, she was at the cemetery. In front of one tombstone. She had been coming more frequently after the death of the Mayor. It was to visit his grave and to add more protective spells around the town. She knows it will take a toll on her soon but this was necessary. Even the trees were grieving -she could tell. And a sad forest is more susceptible to dark magic.

She knew the Mayor's daughter was here. Just recently. If the dozen white roses are a tell-tale sign of her visit. She sighed and went to sit in front of the grave, unmindful of the dirt collecting at her thighs. As if this was a routine she had been doing all her life, she waved a hand in front of the grave and lilies, blue roses, and daffodils had suddenly sprung from the earth; curling itself onto the slab of stone, the blue roses -her favorite as blue roses are only made with an earth fairy's magic- creating an intricate design on the stone, giving it an elegant and timeless look. Just like the Mayor. For he will live forever in the memory of the McKenzie bloodline.

"Everyone misses you, sir. It still comes as a shock whenever ah try to visit yer home and ask for ye-your time only to remember you're now permanently residing here. To talk about mundane things, like the old times." She swallowed thickly, as hot tears started gushing from her eyes without her knowing. Her accent was getting the best of her and she suddenly had no control of it. Gulping a lungful of air, she let it all out in one fast whoosh and let her accent show.

"Ah' havnae yet ha' the pleasure o' mee'ing the new Mayor, ye ken. And Ahm a bi' hesitant to. Ah guess, Ah'll leave it ta faither ta talk to them. Ah need the rest. The poor trees are still grievin' for ye, sir."She sniffled and wiped the last drop of tear and leaned her head back, her knees stretching out to rest near the curled flowers. She hadn't had a breakdown for almost three days. The passing of the Mayor was hard on her. To her family as well. Serving as guardians, they were required to be in good terms with the Mayor to fulfill their roles to the best of their abilities. But sometimes. Close relationships can get the best of someone and can lead to the most saddest of days.

It was almost dark. Time for her to return and once again, repeat the ritual for a protective circle.

'Jus' a few more minutes..' She thought as her sitting posture relaxed, still hiccuping a bit as she tried to calm her nerves and concentrated on the ground's energy, slowly letting her hands get the earth's natural magic. It was one of the ways she found that successfully gather her emotions altogether after a breakdown.

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Malcolm had never liked driving long distances, so it only made sense that he would absolutely detest driving a long distance with the only goal being to leave behind the only home he had ever known. But this town, miles away, had been suggested by his publisher as a good place for authors to gather their thoughts and produce good, even better, work. The only problem was, however, that he was utterly lost.

He wasn't stupid, but Mal never thought far in advance when he planned something. He liked to go with the flow, more or less. Now, however, he could see where his method might have some flaws. Mac wanted to ask his sister or his son to check for something on their phones, but he wouldn't because he didn't need to worry them. Instead, he had resolved to stay quiet until they reached a gas station. Tierra, however, spoke at that moment. His plans quickly dissipated.

"He's seventeen, T" he said after a short stretch of silence in which he debated whether or not he really should speak. "He hardly even enjoys spending time around me." Mal looked back at his son for a moment and shot him a smile, though he wasn't sure whether or not the teenager would see it. As he turned forward, he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "I have somewhere in mind. Little town. We'll be able to find somewhere nice for the three of us." He matched his sister's volume as he replied.

He looked toward the display on his car, which read that there was little fuel in the car. Well, shit. As if by magic, there was a ramp off of the highway only about a mile away. He took it, obviously, hoping they'd find a gas station nearby. Instead, the road leading off of the ramp took them, after a few miles, into a little town. Perhaps they'd find gas here and, with it, directions. He cruised through the streets slowly, noticing how little activity there was. He began to worry that he ought not to be there.

He saw two figures then, a reassuring sign as he drove into what must have been the town's square. Slowly, he came to a halt beside them and rolled down his window. "Hi. Hello. Excuse me?" he said, trying to get their attention. "Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low."

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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The moment Rosa heard the phone pick up, she opened her mouth to tell him what she forgot but he already proved he knew her very well already. "I knew there was a reason I married you." She told him before hanging up. She sighed in contentment. Even on a sad day like this he could bring her so much joy. She only wished she could brighten up Rimara's day as well. Not that she had seen her since the funeral. She had guided her son and husband away to give her the privacy she so craved. She didn't need to read her tarot cards to see what a fragile state she was in.

"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?" One of the sweetest girls, Rosa had ever met asked her. She looked up and smiled at the blonde.

"I would love if you helped me." Rosa said to her. "My husband is bringing more. How are you?" She asked, touching her arm and sending a burst of healing energy into her. She had been doing that all day to different people. Sure, it was taking on her but she saw it as he job for the wellfair of the town.

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The brunette slipped her phone into her pocket. She saw Eric and waved him over. "Hey, sweetie." She took the box of food from him and put it on the table. She didn't know what everyone, especially Rimara, would like to eat. "Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

She reached over and touched his shoulder, kissing his the top of his head. "Thank you, love. And if you need something, tell me okay? I'm always here for you." She reminded him. She gave him a small smile and started pulling out the dishes he had brought. She laid them out across the table. She was glad to see a few people were also bringing dishes as well.

She looked over at Ula and smiled at her. "Do you have any plans for the festival?" She asked her.

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The next thing she knew it her husband was insight. She gave him a peck on the cheek then rubbed her lipstick mark off his cheek. "Thank you for bringing the rest." She said to him.

She sighed, doing a quick survey of the town. Slowly people were coming. No one seemed to have changed out of their black funeral clothes but everyone wanted to celebrate the life of their great Mayor. Most things were in walking distance so even when people had cars, they hardly used them. She raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun as it came to stop next to her. It was a Stranger's car.

"Hi. Hello. Excuse me? Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low." The man spoke to her.

It took a moment for Rosalynn to pull heself out of her daze. "Hi there. We do of course, it's just closed today. All of the businesses are. Our mayor died and we're having a wake to celebrate his life and what a great man he was. Do you see that coffee shop?" She asked, pointing to it just across the street. "Park there, my husband and I own it, and come and have something to eat. We'll get you a room at the hotel and get you gas in the morning?"

She reached out her hand to shake his. She didn't have to touch his skin to know this man was not a supernatural creature. He was human and their new Mayor. "I'm Rosalynn DeGari, but you can call me Rosa. This is my husband, Arturo DeGari. Welcome to Mystic Grove."




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Ula could feel the healing energy working into her system, and she managed to meet Rosa's eyes as she smiled, "I'm doing better, thank you. But... try not to wear yourself out too much, kay? Your magic works wonders but we're no good without you. And speaking of which, how are you, Eric, and Arturo? Oh, and your sister and uncle?" She smiled again before turning away to start helping with the unpacking. Her thoughts wandered as she did this, though her ears were still open for replies and questions. 'Utensils.... Oo-ten-see-els, yule tent seals, you ten seals... Wierd words.' That's when she heard Mendzailla's name, and her main thoughts bounced to the topic of her sprite friend. But before she continued focusing on her scattered mind, she looked up and greeted Eric with a wave.

'I'll have to vsit Mendzailla later too. I should visit everyone, bring things they like or I think they might like. See if I can make their week a little better. No one should be upset for too long, it wouldn't be right. This place is usually so sunny and fun with our festivals hosted by... how many people? Eighteen? Thirty?' The young mermaid shrugged to herself, before snapping from her thoughts with a dazed blinking, pulled out by a question from Rosa.

Ula smiled and shrugged again, to Rosalynn this time, "Not really. I'll help with what I'm asked to do, dance a lot, participate in a few things, try not to freak out." She gave a small laugh, sounding almost sheepish as she knew what could happen if she saw some people doing certain things. She disliked when this happened, but in those moments didn't know what to do. "Try to stay out of trouble, of course, and not hurt too many people. What about your plans? Anything special?"

Then with a smile and a nod of greeting towards Arturo, Ula continued helping and sunk back into her thoughts. 'Special? Special's also a funny word. Wierd. What's weird? Art, people, etc., the word etcetera, age. Thinking of age, we have lots of different ages here, don't we?' She knew most of the "Mystic Grovian's" ages, or had learned them at some point wether through blunt questioning or piecing it together, and her wanderng mind began counting up the ages that came off the top of her head, 'Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, fourty-three, fourty-eight, fifty-two, ninety-seven, and... a hundred and twen-' Her concentration was suddenly saved again, but this time by somethin... odd. An unfamiliar voice had awaken her. It was a man, obviously, maybe middle-aged.

Finally, Ula turned to look behind her and found Rosalynn speaking with a man in a minivan, it was driven by a woman from what she could see but she couldn't tell if there was anyone else. She jogged, almost skipping, until she was next to Rosalynn. Though... it would probably be more considered behind her even as she leaned to wave to the newcomers. For the moment, all of her previous sorrows had been forgotten at the appearance of new faces. Ula even waved to the other windows, just in case there was someone else, "Hi! We're sorry for the inconvenience of it being closed. But the hotel is cozy and lots of people here cook really good food. I hope you enjoy your stay!" It would considered near impossible for others, but this was Ula Morgan, and she lost balance without the slightest of provokation. A gasp escaped her and she grabbed onto Rosa's arm for just a moment, squeaking out a quick "Sorry!" and trying to gently brush the sparkling salt from her tears off of Rosa's arm.



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Kane frowned subtly and perhaps a concern flashed in his eyes. He would have spoken again, if she didn't reply, to tell her that they were there for her, that this celebration was as much for the old Mayor as it was for her in some ways. Instead, he smiled back at her happily. She'd lived there for years, as had he, yet the two had hardly exchanged a few words.

"It tends t' make e'erythin' a bit be'er" he replied, smirking slightly as he said so. He replied, initially, to her question with a shake of the head. "Nah, I've got e'erythin'. Don' worry yerself." They walked for a bit in silence, and KJ bit his lip for a moment as he debated on what to say next.

"Yer father was a great man,"
he said after some time. "It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im." He was silent again as they walked into the town's square. His eyes fell nearly instantly upon the unfamiliar minivan that Ula and Rosa had already crowded around. "Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"








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Malcolm's brow furrowed slightly as the woman finally turned to face him. She seemed at a loss for a moment, but she suddenly regained herself and flew into a quick summary of what the townsfolk were apparently up to. At the end, he slowly accepted her hand in a handshake. "O-oh..." he said softly, also temporarily at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry to hear that...about your mayor." His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. This was weird. Like, really weird. He'd read and written enough horror stories to know that strange people asking you to spend the night usually didn't end well.

"Look, uh, Rosa...we'd love to. Really. But we have...a realtor to meet with in the morning, and I really don't want to keep her waiting, you know?" That was bullshit. He had no idea where they'd be staying at their new town, and he hadn't even spoken to a realtor.

He then looked to the younger, blonde girl who chirped a greeting at him. He simply waved back, feeling as though he ought not to speak anymore least he upset them, and he certainly didn't want to do so with the car so low on fuel. "Let me...er...talk for a moment..." He gestured to Tierra as he rolled up the window and looked in her direction. "What the hell do we do?" He hissed the question under his breath as if worried the citizens of Mystic Grove might overhear him.

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She looked towards her brother and smiled. "Yeah he is 17 time goes fast but he could try to have fun." She looked back towards her nephew and smiled. "Right Noah?" She listened to the silence in the car when he spoke again making her smile looking at the passing sites. "Sounds fun."

She watched as they continued to drive and he was slowing down. "Is something wrong? Are we out of gas?" She looked at her brother and at the sign on the car thing-a-ma-ding. She looked towards her brother as he slowed down and asked someone for directions. She listened as they continued to speak and she was speaking about her being married. She sighed and wondered if it was to loud and they noticed.

She continued to listen and watch as she spoke. He rolled up the window and looked at her. "What the hell do we do?" "Well what do you want to do? The realtor was what you set up. Not me call her and tell her that we are out of gas and can't find a station. Noah what do you think?" She looked towards her nephew and smiled.

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Noah was so bored without internet. Would it really kill his father to get one of those modems for travel that cellular services provided. As usual the dark headed boy was silent in the back seat, his earbuds in his ears and his iPod blared anything but what his dad decided to play. He looked out the window. Trees. Everywhere. He had never been a big fan of forest. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from the internet and having to be outside that was a downer for him.

He looked to the front when he heard his aunt say his name. ”Huh?” He pulled one of the buds out of his ear. He glanced between his dad and aunt. They went back to talking to each other. He shrugged and put his earbud back in. It wasn’t until the car slowed as they exited onto a ramp that he looked up again. He leaned over so he could see the dashboard and saw they were on empty. He gave a huff, rolling his eyes. ”Of course.” He just wanted to get to wherever they were going. He hated long car rides. At least at the gas station would give him a reason to get out of the car and stretch his long legs.

When his father pulled over to talk to a women, Noah pulled out one of the buds again so he could hear the conversation. He narrowed his eyes. He had read too many of his father’s horror stories not to find it a little suspicious that they were inviting them to a picnic or whatever it was. It wasn’t like they’d kill someone to throw a party just in case someone happened to stumble into her town. But his stomach rolled at the idea of food. When had he last ate? He looked next to him seeing a few empty candy bar wrappers.

He stayed quiet in the backseat. He looked back as another girl ran over. His eyebrows shot up. Did her eyes just pour out salt instead of tears? He blinked but just like it was gone. He looked at his aunt, feeling a little unsettled. He wasn’t sure what they should do but as soon as her dad turned back to them with the window rolled up his stomach growled again.

”I think we should try out the food… I mean we don’t really have an appointment.. so why not just check out this place? Maybe they have some homes for sell?” Noah suggested from the backseat, trying to get a peek at what food they had on the table.

”They have pie.” He said suddenly, pressing up to the window to look. He caught sight of the women who had been talking to his father. He blushed and gave a sheepish grin and waved. He looked at his aunt and father once more. ”What’s one night? Would you rather keep going and get stuck somewhere without gas?” He asked.

Noah jumped involuntarily when the man knocked on the window. He listened to him and looked back at them, giving them a pointed look. ”I do not want to get stuck on the side of a mountain for the night.” He shook his head.




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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel
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"Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

"Um... sure, Rosa." Eric mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He looked around, seeing mainly his mother running around and setting everything up. "Yeah, so I'll just... go on..." He scratched the back of his neck. As he started to leave, he noticed Rimara and Kane coming up too. Giving a slight wave, he then crossed the street, wondering where Mendzaillia even was.

He just barely remembered where she lived, going up, and knocking loudly on the door. "Mendzaillia? Hey, you there?" He had a concerned look on his face as he heard muffled sobs, and jiggled the doorknob silently. "Hey, look, I just wanna help you, alright?"



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"Yer father was a great man, It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im. Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"

Rimara swallowed. God, life was harsh today. Dreams, fears, were becoming true right in front of her. A new citizen? It's obviously the new fucking mayor. But, instead of crashing a party that has some potential of being a good memory, she slowly stopped her walking with Kane. "I thank you soo much for the walk, Kane, really. I just... I can't be here. Not now." She muttered, and nodded to him, before walking back in the direction they'd just come from.

Her head was reeling. All she could think about was her father. Her father's death. The poor, beloved Mayor of a small, where every citizen loved him. It was almost like he was the Andy Griffith of Mayberry here. Who was she going to turn to? How does she even move on with life? Everything seems so hopeless, and dull..

And that's when she nearly ran into someone. "Dear God, I'm so.." She stopped, seeing him. Him... the man she loved at one point. The man she'd secretly seen while her father was alive. "Oscar." She breathed, barely a whisper, and brought a hand up to wipe her eyes, as well as push back a stray part of her bangs.

"I.. I'm sorry. I was just leaving." She stuttered slightly, and for a second, felt comfortable meeting his eyes. It was in that moment. That second. There it was. That little, mischievous, good for nothing spark decided to light itself. Rimara then looked away and straight ahead as she started back on her destined path.

God, she loved him still. If she didn't.. then she was definitely sick, because her stomach was fluttering.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Oscar Fallo Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel
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Ula tried to brush the remaining salt from her cheeks, but it just made it stay. To be honest she didn't mind it much, all it really did was make it look like she had sparkly powder on her cheeks. As she watched the window roll up, she couldn't help but almost laugh at a sudden thought. "You know, I've read a few horror books and seen a few movies. The ones with little villages towns being really nice to random strangers and inviting them to stay often... end with one or none of the visitors leaving." She shrugged, looking to the people that were near her, "I'm... gonna go see if I can hep with setting up anything. Seeya, Rosa." She smiled and gave an odd little gesture, almost like a shrug, but with a smile and start into a happy walk bck towardste tables. Before she got too far she turned to wave farewell to the newcomers, thogh she only just greeted them. [color=teal]"Enjoy!"

She then contnued on her way to the tables and... her smile faltered smewhat. Her sorrow had momentarily disappeared at the thouht of new people, but returnd wen she turned towards the event and remembered the meaning of it. Her step sobered and she avoided eye contact with those she pased. The hurt was still frsh inher,but Rosalynn's healing energy did work wonders. After this day was over, she was going to mosey on her way back home, maybe relax in a tree and end up falling asleep... maybe check the waters for trash or anything needing to be cleaned or purified.


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Tierra

Tierra looked at Noah who has suddenly pulled out his ear buds and began to speak. "So that's what Noah's voice sounds like." She listened to his argument and the words spoken both by her brother and nephew. She didn't know how this car was still driving with the three of them together all the time. She smiled at him. "Do what you think is right Malcom? You always have."

She would have said 'hey remember that time I asked if we could go for ice cream and instead you took me to get gelato.' She was a bit pissed at him once for that. But long gone past. She listened as Noah continued to speak and Malcom did also. She smiled and looked at the lady watching them she wondered what was going on here. She was always a very trusting person but cruious and nosy too.

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Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez II Character Portrait: Lucy Kyung Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Glenn Kyung
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Lucy squealed, reaching up and planting a kiss on Glenn's cheek. "Right away, boss!" she said, leaping from his coat and onto the ground. In mid air, her body shivered and shook off her human form. As her paws hit the grass, she looked up at Glenn. With a bark, she bounced up in the air and broke into a run. The wind rippled against her fur as she loped along the cemetery. Then, almost as suddenly, she stopped. Her ears flicked forward and her whiskers rustled. She snuffled against the grass, looking for something unfamiliar and strange. Nothing yet but a vague sound from the distance caught her ear.

She turned to Glenn, eyes dark and focused. With a loud, long whine, she called to him. Without waiting she began to bound towards the town square. Lucy slipped around the tombstones and leapt over patches of crab grass and dead flowers. As she drew closer, the smells of food and people enveloped her nose. Her whiskers flicked as she tried to decipher what was who. If she learned anything it was that people attracted more people and eventually a human would show up, stinking of mortality and mundanity.

Lucy slowed to a cautious stalk, avoiding feet and crying mourners. She slipped beneath a table, catching glimpses of conversation. Everyone was talking about the mayor or the food or what needed to be put on the tables. Nothing of interest. She crept beneath, unseen, until she caught a scent she had never come across before. She recognized Arturo and Rosa. Arturo, especially, frightened her. He smelled too wolfish for her comfort. Rosa's scent, however, was unmistakable. Her work with potions gave her a constant herbal smell, earthy and fresh.

She bolted towards the shops to get a closer look. Most took no notice of her but the new smell was unpredictable. There could be danger hiding within. Lucy stayed close to the walls of the shops, stalking slowly towards Arturo and Rosa. She saw them talking to others, hidden within a car. Her ears flicked. It had to humans but were they the right humans? Glenn would want to be sure. She couldn't disappoint him. What she needed were clothes. Humans were notoriously obsessed with clothes. She was just lucky she was near home.

Lucy bolted back towards the townhouse. She had moved in with her grandmother to perfect her craft. The older her grandmother got, the more she needed protection from man-made walls. A nasty scar from a fight with another animal had left her with a limp. But the townhouse was usually empty. It was more of a facade than a home. As she went inside, she shivered back to human form and headed to her home. It was a mess and a strange mockery of human life. Dishes were stacked clean in the bathtub. A couch sat in the kitchen, tucked against the fridge. The living room had no furniture apart from countless pillows and a makeshift pillow fort. Lucy started sniffing through her clothes. Nothing quite matched each other but it mattered little to her. She slipped into a galaxy leggings, a neon tulle skirt and an oversized t-shirt, tied in a small knot at the end. She slipped on some sneakers and headed back to the town square.

Not one for subtly, she approached the car much the same way a bull would charge towards a matador's cape. She pressed her face against the back window and spotted a boy her own age, or at least appeared that way. Age was relative in this town. In the front seat were two people, a man and a woman. They smelled related. Always a little unsure of how to deal with humans, she started to yell, "Are you staying here?" as if hearing were a magic ability.

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Mal frowned subtly at Tierra's response, both because he felt bad for the way she so readily accepted his lie as truth and because he had hoped she would take his side. He turned his attention to Noah as she prompted the boy. For perhaps the first time in the car ride, his son had pulled the earbuds out of his ears and seemed comparatively attentive. Well, he couldn't argue with Noah on the issue of food, for his own stomach grumbled softly as he remembered that it had been a while since he too had eaten. Very few restaurants were located this far out in the middle of nowhere.

"You mean move here?" he asked, taken aback by the thought. Not that he had had somewhere in mind in the other town, but because it was something he hadn't considered. They could stay there. There was no one expecting them anywhere else. There was something, however, that continued to unnerve him about this town. He didn't wait for Noah to respond though. "We'll...uh...we'll talk about it."

"I suppose I've been outnumbered then," he said after a moment, turning forward again. "But when the townsfolk try to sacrifice us to some pagan god, you two better not come running to me because I gave you ample warning." He was about to roll down the window when a young woman sudden pressed herself against Noah's window. Just a normal little town. Mac stuck his head out of the window slowly and looked toward Rosa. "We'll...ah...we'll stay for the night. My son's hungry, and I'm sure you know it isn't fun driving with a whiny teenager." Maybe they would sacrifice him less brutally if he joked around with them. Or perhaps it would only work against him. Who knew?

Following the directions she gave him, he drove the car slowly into the coffeeshop's parking lot. "We get food. We sleep. We get gas. We leave. Alright?" Mal hardly gave them a moment to argue before he pulled the key from the ignition and left the car, locking it behind him. He didn't like this. He didn't like this one bit. Still, he managed to pull on a smile as he led the way back towards the townsfolk.

"So, uh, can we grab food?" he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. For just a moment, the intoxicating smell of food replaced the concern that the food might be laced with poison or might be human meat or something else irrational.

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Tierra Ramirez


Tierra looked at Malcom. "Okay Malcom why don't you ask her where to stay?" She looked at her brother and smiled and laughed. "Stay here?! God! I don't know we will cross that bridge when we comes to it."

She smiled at her brother. "You were always outnumbered." She smiled at him and then turned to Noah. "We will always outnumber him right Noah?"

She always loved her family and this trip was helping them bond closer. Her brother always stuck up for her. So she wanted to do the same for him. "You know what? I would love to go somewhere else after this."