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_gingersnaps (_gingersnaps) wrote,
@ 2014-07-17 23:06:00

Angela 'Ginger' Del Toro Character Info

in character.

Full name: Angela Del Toro

Alias/Nickname: Ginger

Age/Date of Birth: 27 18/09

Mortal/Immortal: Mortal

Species: Warlock, fallen Witch

Status: Master...Arguably

Sexuality: Bisexual but she likes her guys when they’re not being asswipes

Occupation: Freelancer

PB: Sandra Vergara

Kinks:In no particular order: Body shots, Light to Medium Bondage,Teasing, Biting, Blindfolds, Scratching, Bruising, Dirty Talking, Gags, Oral Sex (both), Face-Fucking, Leash & Collar, Licking, Masturbation of all kinds, Sexual Frustration, Flogging/Whipping, Exhibitionism, Public Nudity, Forced Submission, Anal sex, rimming (giving and receiving), Breast/Nipple Play, Photography/Videotaping, Sexual Exhaustion, Handjobs/Fingering, Sexy/Slutty Clothing, Rough Sex. She’s willing to try almost anything once. See hard limits for the “not even onces.”

Hard Limits:My list includes vore, gore, mutilation/castration, scat, vomit, watersports, non-con rape and if you’re not sure, ask me first and we’ll hash something out.

Apperance: Ginger stands about 5’6” when she’s not in her heels which is rarely the case. In them she stands at 5’10”. She has long dark hair that is frequently streaked from the sun, sultry brown eyes, a sassy smirk as she’s smoking hot and knows it. It’s something that she uses to her advantage when the opportunity arises. Her skin looks naturally sun kissed regardless of the time of year and she favours clothing that says “feel free to look all you want but don’t touch unless I say so.”

Personality: Ginger has a short fuse on a good day and she doesn’t have very many good days. She can be sultry, or sweet when the mood takes her but one thing she will always have is a fiery temper which just becomes more potent after she has a few drinks in her.

Abilities: Ginger started off her life as a witch but fate has a cruel sense of humour at times and now she’s a warlock, that’s still fairly new to the darker side of the craft. Her temper and rage give her great potential and near laser like focus but can also cause her magic to backlash badly. Especially when she loses her temper completely due to forces beyond her control.

History: Angela comes from a long line of South American witches, renown for their deep connection to the lands around them. It was a family tradition to bring harmony between man and nature in their line, to provide insight and healing to all who needed it. And she was well on her way to fulfilling her part in that grand family tradition as the family made plans to she travel to Venezuela and learn from a local witch and practicing medicine man about the powers and properties of the amazon river and those lands and plants it touched and flowed through. Your standard right of passage stuff every teenager of her family had done for centuries.

It was going to be long trip though and her family didn’t want her to travel between countries alone, especially with so much jungle and territory crossing involved and so Angela was to have a companion for the trip, someone to help her reach her goal and tend to her things. At the slave house there had been plenty of options and well trained slaves looking for new houses to serve. And though her parents had far more experience with what to look for or look out for, Angeal was not so familiar with this process and instead found herself looking at a poor little raccoon in a cell separated from all the rest. Her heart went out to the creature and his sad expression; she couldn’t be persuaded to leave the small creature behind much to the insistence of her parents and literally everyone else there.

This was her first big mistake in life.

The second was shortly to follow as she took him along with her, assured by said were-raccoon that he was more than able to handle whatever trouble came their way. And he did keep most forms of trouble at bay while they travelled for a while anyways until he started to become the source of said trouble.He was always in one seedy bar or another in every town they stopped in along the way and most times started the brawls he was caught in.

After Angela got particularly sick of this once night, she went after the stupid raccoon, with all the intentions of picking up his furry backside and dragging him back to the hostel they were staying in. Instead she ended up discovering the wide world of hard liquor from a professional drinker and not a bad looking guy either. Maybe she had one too many drinks? Maybe she shouldn’t have let him do those body shots from her? Maybe she shouldn’t have stepped outside with him when he said “Trust me, baby. Haven’t I taken good care of you so far?”

The night was hot and it was dark and his mouth felt amazing against her skin; things rapidly spiraled out of control. She wasn’t nearly as thrilled the next morning to find out that it was that damnable raccoon in her bed, that she’d let him seduce her to get his dick wet but it had spared her a long morning of bailing him out from the local lock up though not the headache. And admittedly for a first time, it really had been very pleasant, even if she was a little fuzzy on some of the details. God though, did he become insufferable afterwards. He had no respect for her authority, not that he had much for it after they’d left her parents home, and if anything he started trying to order her around instead! Angela could have killed the furry little asshole.

She probably would have too but thankfully they made it to Venezuela and her appointment with her new teacher. She started her work on mastering the natural power source of the amazon river and when the pest disappeared, at first she thought it was a blessing as he’d started to grow particularly possessive around her teacher, as if he didn’t trust the other man to have nothing but her best interest at heart.

For a few weeks everything was peaceful, and almost boring, in her life again as she practiced her craft and studied at the medicine man’s side; though some of his methods were a little too close for her liking and made her feel uncomfortable which was not something that was suppose to happen with magic but she chalked it up to her imagination as this man was there to teach her, not to try and sleep with her.

He tried to use a “special” ritual that required an act of union through the commitment of flesh. In short he wanted to fuck her for magic and she would have none of it. Neither would the raccoon who actually was still doing his job though he kept out of the way, for once, until the medicine man tried to push the issue at least. Angela probably could have handled it on her own, but all hell broke out faster than she could blink and there was magic and small arms fire going off all over the small hut they’d been staying in along the river bank. When the dust had settled, the medicine man was still standing, though bleeding from a couple of good shots that had unfortunately proven to be non-lethal but painful and the raccoon..

The raccoon was clearly in pain and dying. His little furry body nearly completely burned from the lightning and fire strikes that had been thrown every which way while the hut slowly burned down around them. And all because he’d come back to help her when he didn’t have to, when she hadn’t asked him or wanted him to. Angela could only kneel next to him and cradle his head in her lap while the medicine man went on about whatever he thought was right or justified and how he could teach her things that were more suited and suitable for her and her abilities. She didn’t care; she’d stopped listening to everything going on around her to focus on her raccoon. He really was her stupid raccoon too and this bastard had hurt him, had left him dying and when he demanded she leave the ‘filthy creature’ to die, she gave the older man a death glare.

Literally a death glare as something in her just snapped all all that potential he’d been whining on about lashed out as some part of her mind realized she could make him pay back what he’d taken by tearing the body from his body through those wounds and the very life from his body to feed back into the prone and suffering form in her arms. She left the medicine man a withered and dead husk on the ground but brought back the stupid and frustrating raccoon and in the same instant felt mother nature reject her completely as all the magic she’d felt her entire life just vanished from her like a metaphorical door had been slammed on her.

Angela had committed an unforgivable sin in the eyes of true and proper witch craft. She’d taken a life to prolong another; she was now a bruja oscura, a dark witch..A warlock. Her family would disown her when they found out and whereas she knew her natural magics and witchcraft, she knew nothing of the darker aspects of magic or the dark rituals used by its practitioners.

She was screwed. And all because she couldn’t let one stupid, lying, violent, foul mouthed, womanizing, alcoholic were-raccoon die in front of her.

She chewed him out for the next week straight after that. About how it was all his fault she was never going to be a witch again and why couldn’t he have just fucked off like he said he was going to? That his ass was stuck with her now until she found something better seeing as he pretty much ruined her life and he owed her that much. She suspects he started calling her Ginger to piss her off and it had nothing to do with her darkening attitude and fiery temper. And for all the bitching and bickering between them and brawling with others when things were good, they were really really good.

But there were times when she wanted nothing to do with him, or he with her as they were just too volatile together and a line would inevitably be crossed, an argument would be too serious or cut too deep and they would part ways on furious terms. He would piss off to do his own thing and Ginger, as she was now more often known as, would do hers. She became more proficient at unarmed combat and at wielding dark magics to make up for her lost powers.

She learned to tap into the furious rage inside herself to amplify her physical prowess and focus her spells with a frighten accuracy and she found that she could recharge her personal store of energies too with a good roll in the sack, which always helped sooth her after a fight anyways. And so Ginger started doing odd jobs for pay, sometimes with her raccoon, sometimes without and she never asked what they were about or for. Something that lead to her own share of enemies along as well as the unfortunate association that came with her raccoon.

At first, this wasn’t so much of a problem, especially while in the ‘honeymoon’ phase with him, but as the list of enemies grew and the times of separation increased, Ginger realized that she needed something more. She needed more power to fuel stronger magics, she needed another set of eyes to watch her back while doing deals, she knows that she needs a weapon that is loyal to her and she’s looking to find that weapon.

Her life has continued to be pretty interesting over the last few years, and so she can’t complain of boredom but she’s getting tired of constantly have to be on the move and of always going to bail out that stupid raccoon of hers. Said stupid raccoon being how she ends up on Hiddekel Island as a friend of a friend of a friend with a contact tracked her down to let her know that a very angry and possibly rabid raccoon was tackled on local tv by law enforcement and it was wearing pants.

Just as she’d signed the paperwork on a new apartment in New York too.

Facts:She wears stilettos all the time...Except when she takes them off, which means one of those things.
1) She’s going to sleep for the night.
2) She’s going to beat the hell out of someone and doesn’t want to break a heel doing it.
- Ginger hail from Argentina by birth.

out of character.

OOC:

Name: Lise

Aim/E-mail/Best method of contact: tehtrashaccount@hotmail.com

Time Zone:PST

How did you hear about us?: Because Dawn dragged me into this and how I think she might regret it.

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