Ramona Spencer

Ramona Spencer
"Wait what?"
The Dead Heiress
Gender	Female
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Ul'dahn
Age	24
Height	5 fulm 7 ilm
Weight	120 ponze
Profession	Thaumaturge
Patron Deity	Nald'thal
Server	Balmung

Basic Information

• Nicknames: Ramming Rammer, Rammers, Ram, Spence, Spencer, Ramy, Little Ram, Ramstein, hey you there, Ramomo, Momo.
• Age: 24
  • Nameday: 20th of the 3rd Umbral Moon
• Gender: Female
  • Sexuality: Hetero unless paid
  • Marital Status: Single
• Height: 5 fulms 7 ilms
• Weight: 120 ponze
• Body: Athletic from all the running away from debt collectors.
• Hair: White
• Eyes: Red
• Skin: Fair Complexion
• Clothing: Whatever is on her back plus an extra set of armor.

History

Pre-coma

-This will update as her personal storyline progresses. Don't want to give out all the details.-

Ramona Spencer, a Black Mage who joined an outfit of Sellswords for reasons yet unknown to her. The heiress at the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing. After all, it was because of a soulstone in her possession that she had brutally eliminated the entire outfit in a dire attempt to save them or she'd like to believe. How did the soulstone come to her? She could ask the same thing, it was passed to her by someone. Who? She doesn't know too. It was supposed to be a routine security contract. Researchers wanted someone to clear out the Wanderer's Palace for cheap. Their nameless and unrenowned outfit needed a way to boost their renown. It worked favorably for both of parties. Until it didn't.

The ruins themselves possessed traps that incapacitated most of the outfit. Pragmatism bid them withdraw and plan. Desperation and a deadline bid them forward and weather whatever storm is thrown their way. Desperation won. So they did forge on, facing tonberry and a number of wild animals that called the ruins home, carrying the wounded all the while. Their outfit's creed demanded no one left behind unless they are well and truly dead. Their creed would also influence Ramona in a desperate act that she believes was born out of the sense to protect rather than the opportunistic envy in her that saw a convenient way to end an obstacle and pass it off as an unfortunate casualty.

The fundamental flaw in their composition was that they lacked anyone with knowledge of such places or aetherical expertise in general. Ramona then was still a fledgling Black Mage who had no idea she was a Black Mage, though her aether was remarkable it was useless when all she could produce were explosions. She was only an impressionable girl at the young age of 20 when she joined them. Hardly a master of aether. Just a girl with too much of it. More to the point she was only ever interested in calling down lightning, freezing things in place, and making the whole world go boom.

In the end, the stone whispered to her of a magic that was otherwise forbidden but would assuredly save her friends. If she was up to the challenge. A spell by the name Meteor. Just as desperation fueled their outfit to rage on, so too did desperation force Ramona to gamble. What the stone did not reveal to her was that she needed immense aether to produce such a spell. Aether she would unwittingly siphon from her own companions to fuel to botched spell. She saw a fraction of the meteor slip past the clouds before it exploded before it's time. The aetherical recoil fragmented her memories and has since then made her aether chaotic. She could still produce the explosions that entertained her but there was always something off about every little spell she did, and every little time she channeled her aether. Of course the Shockwave from the blast itself had thrown her a few yalms through a stone pillar.

The last thing she remembered were the bleached bones of her companions rising again. Somehow she had not just killed all 23 of them but desecrated their deaths. After that she had fallen to her long slumber. Half a year later was when she would reawaken.

The stone itself supposedly fractured as she failed her spell. The shards scattered into the wind, resonating and calling to her, one shard at a time. The shard found at the Nymian ruins had given her the reason why she had slept for so long. As well as pointed her to what she assumed was Amdapor Keep for the second shard, where instead she had found a set of robes that simply felt right on her and has since claimed it for her own, threading a story for it. The Second shard is yet to be found while the first lies the possession of Professor Jigumundo Darkbore. It is unknown just how many shards there are but it is clear they call to her one at a time.

Re-learning Thaumaturgy

She had woken up in casket to be interred roughly 6 fulms into the ground. She would not let this happen and in a fit of panic and some mild claustrophobia, blasted her way out, charring the otherwise lovely dress her parents had ordered for her and this specific occassion when they would give up on their beloved and only daughter and finally lay her to rest, that and caking her face with a thin layer of ash, dirt and grime. The healers apparently said she might live but 6 months later it was clear that she would no longer wake up.

Until she did.

There were few in attendance at her funeral. To be precise, just her parents. It would not do well to the family business if news were to spread that the only scion to it had died. The plan was to adopt some street girl or get a whore and dress her up as their daughter. They were too aged to produce one more child. They were too aged to survive the heart attack that came with the realization that their daughter was not only dead but was a zombie too. The father had definitely died with browned pants as he was the one who suggested the idea and shat himself when he thought it was the vengeful spirit of their daughter come to take vengeance for this insult to her identity. The flames, tattered dress, and wild look in her eye said as much at least.

The person presiding her funeral had unfortunately eaten a fireball to the face.

And as the first five minutes of her slumber passed, she realized two things. She had killed 3 people and for some reason she was a Thaumaturge. She also realized several other things. Who the hell was she? What was she doing here? How could she be a thaumaturge? And finally who were those people she that had died? One of which she killed directly after putting two and two together to make four and the other two, an elderly couple by the looks of it, indirectly by means of shock. Perhaps their body's failed them and this was all just a coincidence. Yes. Just a coincidence.

She had rummaged around the dead bodies to find a sizable amount of gil and a few scraps of paper. On it was the name 'Reeve' which she assumed was the surname of the couple or at least the guy she unwittingly killed. Another was 'Ramona Spencer' it had also said this name was carved onto the casket though most of the note had been charred off. She took a quick look at the casket and true enough found Ramona Spencer on the sides. Hastily carved at any rate.

Concluding that her name was Ramona Spencer, she had tried to summon the flames again. Tried to recreate the panic in her system and caked the crime scene with fire, through some miracle. Of course the brush also caught fire but there was nothing she could do about that. With a sizable amount of gil in her hands, a dirty appearance and a tattered dress Ramona went on to try and find a direction for herself.

Two years, lots of debts, so much money owed, failed experiments with her seemingly chaotic and erratic aether, running away from debt collectors, incurring more debt, hiding out in Thanalan for half a year, praying she wasn't going to be tempered, not getting tempered, perfecting her skill with fire magic by way of frying amal'jaa on a near daily basis in those six months, learning how to weave because it sounded lucrative, giving up on weaving because it was too much hassle, incurring more debt, frying a debt collector, running away from loan sharks, two years later....

The first significant thing that happened was when she met a roegadyn in the markets of Ul'dah. He was a tall and broad sea colored man. He spoke with refinement and carried himself with much dignity. She had run into him on accident and was thrown to the ground as a result. He was fast since she did not really run into him, more like she ran her neck into his hand and was thrown to the ground. She wasn't about ready to fry him where the Brass Blades would see. And it was unexpected but this roegadyn man knelt down and offered a hand to help her up. He introduced himself as Skaenorn Nebblansyn as well as apologized profusely for throwing her to the ground. What puzzled her more was that he addressed her as "Little Fiona" and asked her to come with him.

First of all she clarified him. She wasn't this Fiona person and that he probably got the wrong person. He dismissed his earlier mistake and corrected himself but there was no mistaking the urgency this man's voice carried. So she followed him. If he tried anything he'd be smoked bones in an alley somewhere. He led her to around the markets to a nondescript building in the Steps of Thal. He ushered her in to find a lalafell behind a desk. He looked young despite the race and somehow Ramona felt the urge to punt him and his innocent face. The lalafell in question, tried to complain but went slack when he laid eyes on her. The recognition was clear as day on his face and was about to say something before Skaenorn had cut him off, tell him to address her as Ramona Spencer. A mask of confusion fell on the lalafell's face but he simply nodded and addressed Ramona as such. Skaenorn had told the lalafell, apparently named Popoto, to gather the rest of the staff at the front desk as soon as possible.

Half a bell later she found herself surrounded by another roegadyn, a lalafell, a highlander, an elezen and a miqo'te. Swift Mountain, Sesesi Sesi, Fareman Darkeye, Sofine Dornier, and U'Nome Nebblansyn. These seven people, a motley crew of people, including Skaenorn who seemed to head the outfit and Popoto who was the second in command were supposedly her retainers. And that they were Spencer Enterprises. They had been under Skaenorn's guidance when their previous employers had mysteriously died and their daughter mysteriously vanishing.

Ramona had effectively inherited a business and she had no idea how to run. So Skaenorn still pretty much runs the business and simply gives a part of revenue to Ramona.

One of her retainers, U'Nome, had recommended her to see one Professor Jigumundo Darkbore, since he heard from someone who knew someone who knew someone that the Good Professor is likely to help her relearn Thaumaturgy. He urged her to meet him with caution as the lalafell may prove to be dangerous. Ramona had said she would consider it and dismissed him. She had at least found herself means and a stable lifestyle after living like a refugee for the past two years.

Life was good but somehow it begged to be better.

So she threw together and adventuring outfit and bought a staff with a jeweled focus as befit her and her allowance then parked her ass in the Quicksand, meeting A'ranoh Tia and keeping her ears to the ground for some work opportunity. That was when she had heard of a band of adventurers trying to brave Stone Vigil, when she realized she didn't quite like the cold but found solace in figuring out and cooking wyverns alive. She had resolved to keep the adventuring to just within Eorzea for the time being. It was then that she had met Ququki Quki, Shashato Shato, Kestrael Grymstahlwyn, and N'velhi Tia, who would then thrust her in another dangerous situation where Garlean orphans were made and a Vanguard turned into slag. Though it pains her that she no longer sees any of the four, looking back they were probably the first friends she had made after she had woken up.

Learning that she was still too much of a loose cannon with her magic, she had finally taken up U'Nome's recommendation and visited the University of Aether where she would soon meet Professor Jigumundo Darkbore. This lalafell took an interest in her fragmented memory and agreed to train her once more as a thaumaturge. Though their meeting would be brief, he would be an important person in events to come. More to the point she had some idea on why her aether was like this and what the implications of it were.

It would be days of practice that passes before she would meet Adeya Evenar, who would be a key player in thrusting Ramona on the journey she was on now. She would be placed into a small operation for the Illustre Alliance that involved the Wanderer's Place, where she would find the first fragment and make the first step on her journey. They would only be acquaintances for now.

She should have just said no.

Personality

Of course her personality was bound to change when she learned just what she did that led to her coma and then what happened after.

First and foremost is how, despite having an ego the size of Dalamud, she tries not to be close to others. Furthermore how she's relying on her sharp tongued responses to push people away much to her dismay as it never seems to work only draws them closer. On the upside she's not entirely sure about this at all since she's only met a handful of people ever since the first trigger brought a fraction of memories back and the incident at Amdapor Keep. She was very antisocial after learning about her past but through the insistence of a few people she's making some effort into being more and more of her old self. Even if it is just a plastic facade for now.

Despite all that, she still can't bring herself to just let someone lost be lost. Case and point she had offered to help a certain miqo'te find her way to Summerford Farms. Perhaps it was brought upon by some unconscious desire to redeem herself but she has been a little less selfish and a little more open with her hands when it comes to people asking for help or looking for it. That's one of the marked changes in her demeanor, of course the people she owes money to probably wouldn't care at all.

However, some things will never change and for Ramona it's how she's always been an opportunist at heart and how she's still swayed by gil, not as much as before but the clink can still change her mind. That and her huge ego built up from evading debt collectors and loan shark types. Even with her past come back to haunt her she still finds time to break into a free run across Ul'dah's alleyways to avoid some particularly nasty brutes who'd break her in two if they found out she's a few thousand gil short of the debt. Black Mage or no, there are some things more exciting than incinerating them outright or leeching them dry of aether then gut them.

She still also retains her respect for the working class. Anyone who can't earn a crust doesn't deserve to eat after all.

Affiliations and Known Associates

Ququki Quki - A lalafell thaumaturge in training who Ramona considers as a friend. So much so that she can't seem to express or her worry about or otherwise communicate with the lalafell without making jab at her every now and then. Refers to her as Quki, Smalls, Biscuit, Cookie or Cookie Biscuit.

Jigumundo Darkbore - Her mentor in the field of aetherial science. He seems to have an interest in her fragmented memories. He's also agreed to refresh her on the art of thaumaturgy.

Shashato Shato - A lalafell whom she has worked for in the past. And by in the past, I mean not that long ago and by worked for, I mean stand outside Castrum Centri with 3 others praying the garleans don't swarm them. She still hasn't paid Ramona in full yet but she doesn't mind that much. Refers to her as either Shato or Shitto.

Ludger Aurion - An aspiring adventurer she met and has since been poking him for an interesting story. Refers to him as Luds.

Adeya Evenar - A miqo'te she's met and spoken with a few times in the Quicksand. Refers to her as Blue.

Kestrael Grymstahlwyn - A Roegadyn woman who was also there for Shato's expedition. She's answered Ramona's curiosity about a certain topic. Refers to her as Bigs or Kest.

N'velhi Tia - The miqo'te who was with them in Shashato's expedition. He seems like an okay guy too. Refers to him as Tia.

A'ranoh Tia - A miqo'te she's met and had shared a number of conversations with in the past. Refers to him as Red or Reno.

Aaron Frostheart - This other white haired dude she probably spent an hour or so sniping at as well as a new friend she's probably made, not that she'll admit it.

Organizations

None at the moment.

Characteristics

Likes

• Gil.
• Thanalan heat.
• Spicy food.
• Hard working people.
• Burning things.
• Merchants.

Dislikes

• Beggars.
• Refugees.
• Coerthas weather.
• Indecisive people.
• Lazy people.
• Merchants.

Areas of Expertise

• Martial: Good enough in Thaumaturgy to reliable produce a steady flow of explosions. Has some expertise in the field of axecraft.
• Crafting: Entry-level weaving.

Strengths

• Diligent.
• Pragmatic.
• Efficient.

Weaknesses

• Selfish.
• Gil easily sways her decisions.

The Opinions of Others

(Put whatever your character has to say about mine. Copy ":REPLACEWITHOPINIONTHANKYOU".)

• "She really seemed persistent on being my /older/ sister. . . I hope her and my younger sister don't team up against me one day. I'll never hear the end of it." - Aaron Frostheart

RP Fishing Grounds

• The Quicksand