Ludalei Aghamor

[Ludalei Aghamor (428)]

Aghamor, Ludalei

NAME: Ludalei Aghamor
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDATE: October 2, 1991
AGE: 17
ETHNICITY: Irish/American
HOMETOWN: Durango, Colorado, USA
FOUND IN: Costa Brava, Spain
NATIVE LANGUAGE: English
SPEAKS ENGLISH: Yes

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Ludalei isn't very tall, nor is she very thin. Actually, she is quite average for her physical build, while her arms and legs show her muscles with grace from years of outdoor activity. Despite being a girl who is often outdoors, Luda hardly has a tan, but instead bears light tan freckles and skin imperfections. Her hair is long and wavy, a copper/red in colour. She has bangs which lay just at level with her eyebrows, and she does not plan to maintain them. For now, she uses them as a measuring tool to see how long she has been in this "institution". Her once vibrant green eyes have slowly lost their life as her illusion of freedom has been taken away.

PERSONALITY: Ludalei, much like some of her other five hundred and ninety-nine roommates, is a very paranoid, and skeptical, girl. She has the paranoia that everyone is out to get her; if she's another dead body to roll away to the incinerator, it gives the other's another day to live. As if they were living a life worth living. Due to this paranoia, if someone was being nice to her, she may over-analyze the situation, dismiss the situation, or lash out at the person. It is very rare she takes what is given to her.

In order to cope with the situation she has been put in, Luda has developed a very creative imagination. She resorts to day-dreaming and will often cloud her mind with fabricated stories of the world, the residents, staff, and her past, when she does not want to be occupied with reality. She also believes she may be artistic, and chips the paint off of walls to make little pictures, draws in the dirt with her fingers when she is outside, and creates little models made of things she finds lying around.

To say the least, Ludalei can be a pain in the ass. As mentioned before, she is very skeptical, about everything. She always asks what's in the food, details behind experiments, about other's belongings, and everything in between. This is because she is very curious and "must know everything". She also tests the staff members at times, with hope for them to be flexible to her "needs".

What goes hand in hand with her skepticism is often her stubbornness. Luda tends to ask and ask, and push and push, until she either gets what she wants, or is kicked to the curb. And then, she'll try again. When she doesn't get what she wants, and she knows she can attain it if she is persistent, she can get cocky and become mocking.

However, there is only one thing keeping Ludalei going from bat-shit insane... This is her daily "fresh air" time; she absolutely loves the outdoors and what nature has to offer. When she is not cursed with having to go to the lab, Luda can almost always be found venturing outside, climbing trees, playing with bugs, or just lounging about. She often gets cuts and bruises from her actions, but she never seems to mind - or notice.

MEMORIES & POSSESSIONS: Ludalei can't remember very much of anything. And she has made very little sense of what odd things she can remember. Often when she day dreams, or looks at her belongings in her tub, she can remember something that was drilled into her head many, many times. "Always keep this on you. Never let anyone have it; if you lose it, you lose who you are", and a woman handing her a small book, only about ten or so pages thick. This scene replays in the back of her mind often, especially when she looks through some items in her tub, including a few bits of torn up Euros and several pamphlets. There are a few pamphlets from Spain, and some pamphlets on different Universities and what they have to offer.

A small light-blue book, which seems to be handmade, has a royal blue feather taped to its back cover. This fragile book contains several 2" by 2" photographs, of mountains, trees, skylines, people, and animals. Perhaps, the feather at the end may have belonged to a bird, as there is a picture of a young red-headed girl is cradling a Hyacinth Macaw as if it were a baby. A few pages before this photo, another image of this girl, perhaps a little younger, has the bird propped on her shoulder, and it is seen playing with her bright red hair. Looking closely at the picture, one could see what looks to be a bandage on one of the wings. In small writing, under the picture, it reads "One day, we will fly away together."

CANON/ORIGINAL: Original
PLAY-BY: No one famous.
REQUESTED NUMBER: 428
SUPERSECRET PASSPHRASE: Life is but a Nightmare.

Hi, my name is Rie and I am 17 years old. My chatango name is Ludalei, and I also play no other characters (so far). You can reach me via email ([e-mail]) or PM =) Oh, and here is an example of what I can do:

(I sort of pulled this out the rear end, as an example of my character, a little touch on her past, and to get the feel of her. I hope it isn't too bad.)

This night, Ludalei would probably get the best sleep she has had in about a week. Not that she could remember it, but she had terrible sleep on that 20 hour flight from Colorado to Spain. Of course, it wasn't a straight flight, but it was still boring as fuck. There was no time to go touring in other places, she couldn't afford to miss her flight. Her body was aching, and something about not moving, and being confined indoors, drove her mad.

Those sedatives definitely did a number on her. But she had to be sedated - they couldn't bring her in kicking and screaming, causing a scene. No way would this operation be known to the world, or heavily publicized. Hell, it wasn't publicized at all. The media was cut out of this one for sure, and the poor girl could hardly remember why she was on that plane in the first place. "Spain?" She would ask if she were told she was picked up from an airport in Spain. Luckily, no one did tell her, and she was only left to guess if she had peered into her tub at the foot of her bed.

But it had been days now, maybe even weeks, and she still had no memory of how she got here. Her brain was fucked. And to think she wanted to work at some National Park, perhaps as a trail guide or other such nonsense. There was no memory of that. Now, she just felt lonely whenever walls shielded her from the outdoor world.

The sun climbed in from the windows above, and a voice could be heard over the PA system. She shook groaned and pulled her sheets over her head. The only thought on her mind was what this man must look like, how this man felt. Listing numbers, listing numbers. He hads no life. Her number was called, and it broke her thought. "Oh not today," she shook her head violently. "On such a lovely morning. No clouds in the sky. I can feel it. I can feel it."

But, as if she were a robot, she leaned over and swung her legs off the side of her head. With a gentle push, she slid off her bed and her bare foot hit the cold, unwelcoming floors. It sent a shiver up her spine. It made her sad, it made her angry. She then slammed herself against a wall, and watched as her other roommates staggered out the door, all on their way to everyone's dreaded destination. She made sure she was last to go, and hoped, perhaps, she could sneak back into bed.

Oh, if it were only that easy.

A man in uniform confidently approached, and lifted up her hair, revealing her number. She turned her head, and shut her eyes, as his large hand gripped her arm and lightly tugged. "Ma'am, you must report to the Laboratory for today's session."

"Oh no, not today," she said, her voice barely a whisper. However, she couldn't face him. Her eyes were tearing up. She felt her lips trembling as she looked up at the windows, so high atop the walls. She could barely see it, but it was there. The sun was shining brightly. No clouds were going to mess with him today. But, on her end, the story was so much different. She finally had it in herself to look back at the man in uniform, and expressionless face stared into his eyes. "Not today. On such a lovely morning. No clouds in the sky. I can feel it, sir. I can feel it."

[Mia]

Wow. (And yes, that's a good wow.)

You seem so in touch with Ludalei, and she actually feels real. She reacts the way a real person would in these circumstances, and I like that a lot. Reading your app gave me the impression that I was reading a book; I felt that in-touch with who you want Luda to be. You can color me impressed. (And I adored the sample, and how you actally used the labs. ^^)

Just a note, however; usually photos that might jog memories are taken, and not left in the possession of the resident. However, since it's only of herself, and not of family or any such thing, I can see why they'd let her keep them. It's not a big deal, but keep in mind that if the scientists think she's beginning to remember too much, they will re-wipe her memories, and she probably won't have any possessions at all after that.

Welcome to RR!

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