#ofelia morrone

[lucrezia-venus]

𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒 ↠ 𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎

WHERE: witchcraft festival, salem WHEN: ending of the resume WHO: closed for @ofxlita // lucrezia 05/17/2020

Salem wasn't exactly the town where you heard loud yelling.  Maybe drunkenly, but at a Carnival?  Never.  So approaching the tent, she was shocked to see a familiar face in such a tizzy.

"Ofelia?"  she interrupts, looking between the girl and the fortune teller concerned.  "Apologies, May I?" she gestures to the girl before offering a hand.  It's not that Luce is immune to the tension but she refuses to let the moment fester wanting to draw attention off the girl. "Why don't we take a walk...."

// nina 05/17/2020

It wasn't like Ofelia to cause a scene. She, of all people, could promise that. But life had a tendency of planting irony in unfortunate places and Ofelia was nothing but collateral damage. Her body grew taut, weighted heavy in her heels like a lead balloon. Festive on the exterior, with a solid black interior. Her lips quivered an uneasy quiver as she grunted her way out of the tent. "She's a liar." The latter syllable encased in the type of fury usually contained. "And a fraud." Her eyes scrambled to find those of Lucrezia, but she wasn't sure she could shoulder the inklings of disappointment.

// lucrezia 05/17/2020

She was just happy the girl was walking away from the scene, she could pout if she wanted.  "I'm sure that's true but, what good does yelling about it do.  Especially-"  she stops and brings herself close enough that Ofelia can hear a whisper.  "Especially with Hunters around.  We're meant to blend in."

// nina 05/17/2020

A wild mare chomping on the bit, taught to bite her tongue as she took in all that Lucrezia said. She was right, of course. It had become a habit, and one Ofelia both admired and loathed about her counterpart. "I am blending in, Lu--" Faux sincerity weaved its way upon her beam. "I thought tonight's about being someone you're not. Like all these people who take the liberty of poking fun at the deceased, shunned and oppressed." A brow rose, her head nodding as she signalled that she understood what Lu was saying. "But fine, I'm bored anyway." She toyed with the lapel on her jacket absentmindedly as her eyes scanned the distancing crowds. "I suppose you've been blending in just fine, ey?"

// lucrezia 05/17/2020

For as endearing as she found Ofelia - the girl was clearly intelligent and shared her domain - the girl had a way of being exhausting.  Of course, she would have been hard pressed to name a person who did not, in some way, drain her.  Even so, she sighed, and grabbed the younger girls hand to lead her away.  "It's a piss poor attempt at blending, Fee," but it's more of a friendly scold than anything else. "Walk with me. Tell me about this fortune teller.  Just," she gives her hand a gentle squeeze. "Try to stay calm."

// nina 05/17/2020

Once more, her eyebrow soared, a fuzzy line of resistance destined to come crashing down in a furrow. She tutted before her lips formed a purse, tongue trailing to inner depths of her palate. Ofelia felt had fingers itch, burn almost in her pocket and truth be told she wasn't feeling particularly nostalgic in that moment. "Just some shit about happy families." It wasn't a lie, and yet, barely scratched the surface. Her tone was completely flat, without the desirable rivets conveyed in her friend's timbre. "As if that were on the cards for me." She tutted once more, shuddered just a tad as if to shake herself from the grizzly truth. Lucrezia was someone she admired, so she figured it best not to dive too deep into the bottomless pit of poor decision making that was her past.

// lucrezia  05/17/2020

Luce rolled her eyes.  "They're just cold readers, these 'fortune tellers'." She made the air quotes heavily with the words.  "It's tempting to believe these fools are real given...what we know, but the truth of it is psychics are still bullshit. Or at least so far as I'm concerned." Lucrezia let go of the girl, leading them to sit towards the edge of the food court by a picnic bench.  It was the edge of the festival and she felt more comfortable speaking candidly here. "What's really burrowed under your skin, kid?"

// nina 05/17/2020

Lucrezia had a way of speaking that caught Ofelia off-guard. She exuded confidence, without restraint. At this point, Ofelia was sure that she could make a cereal tutorial sound like a TED talk and that - and perhaps only that - was why Ofelia listened so keenly. "Don't call me that--" Molten frustration tickled her tongue, "--please" She added, delayed, ocean-deep optics scanning their surroundings. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and she could only just make out the soft features of Lucrezia's countenance. "And it's nothing, really--" Dismissive as her tone was, it was laced in thanks. "I'd rather not get into it right now. Besides, you haven't given me chance to ask how your night went. Though I can't promise I'll be particularly invested."

// lucrezia  05/18/2020

"Call you what?" Her brow raised, tempting her to test her with by placing boundaries.  She was used to feeling the oldest in the room, it was internal more than age.  Then she added the please and Luce smiled. "What would you rather instead?" It was understanding, a boon, to be dismissed as they move along.  She whistled her sigh, leading into a Well that was heavy as the day. "I've found this carnival far more dramatic than any before.  Mmm, and if not dramatic at the very least busy." At the slight, Luce rolls her eyes. "I've kissed a stranger, been riled by a friend and watched my share of women burst into tears.  Now this." and she gestures to Ofelia.

// nina 05/18/2020

"My name, I guess...." There was restraint exercised in her thinning timbre and yet, every speck of discomfort was audible. Once the topic had taken a turn, Ofelia was grateful, for the spotlight of interrogation was one she had been under one too many times. "You don't have to worry about me, Luce---" She asserted, searching for the lighter in her pocket to ignite the cigarette now wedged firm between her lips. "I'm not here to cause anyone problems. In fact---" Her first drag called for a hyperbolic thrashing of her head back, the night sky the prettiest sight she had seen all night, second to the woman sat beside her of course. "It's quite the opposite. Was he a good kisser? Most of the men here are....well, more likeboys actually."

// lucrezia  05/20/2020

Luce chuckled, nodding at the request.  "Fair enough," and she clapped the girl lightly on her shoulder.  It was calmer by the woods, quieter and Luce took that moment to breathe out all that had driven the night mad. "I wouldn't say I'm worried, Ofelia, but I don't know you as well as I'd like.  Not enough for confidence." She reached for her own cigarette, partaking in the hobby with the girl.  " He wasn't, no, but she was delightful." Then Luce winked.  "You're right.  It's a town full of preteens mentally. At least with men."

// nina 05/20/2020

"Ah...yes, how hetero of me to assume." Ofelia snickered, but not a malicious snicker with connotations of mischief and wrongdoing. Instead, it was a sense of knowing she shared, though unspoken, with her counterpart. In many ways, the art of men and women's bodies was one Ofelia partook in best she could. Perhaps it reflected the turmoil, the lack of pretty things that resided within her. Either way, it was a hell of a time when it rolled around. "Impressive--" She chided with a childish perkiness. "Can't say I moved to here to get laid..." Another drag. "If that were the case I'd have stayed in Miami. The weather was hot but the people were hotter."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/20/2020

"I mean, you were half right." That same cocky grin is on her lips, sensing the kindred spirit now and from talks before.  "There's little pleasure in sex with men, I find.  I fuck them for power.  Women....well, there's a bit more allure there.  She must have something I do not to entice me." When she laughs next, it's full of heart. "I can agree there. Florida has issues but aesthetics is not one."

[ren-ofpluto]

WHERE: ren’s camp, outside the bus WHEN: early evening of june 6th WHO: @ofxlita

The fire witches had eluded her thus far.  Belém had proven a close lipped and fickle woman, turning tail despite Ren’s open eagerness to share. She was more willing to give Lucrezia a pass, but the resurrected witch seemed keen to act as though Ren did not exist.  Which left Ofelia, the first to greet her when she’d arrived and perhaps the most personable, if aloof.  She’d wanted the girl at her camp since they’d met and it seemed, given the climate post séance, this was as good a time as any.

“If it isn’t miss Ofelia.” The name sounds far less regal with her accent, a southern belle  affectation given to the classic name.  Ren manages to tumble from her trailer with an element of grace. Her excitement is tempered, noting the conflict in her fellow witches gaze.  “Don’t look too down, ma belle. I’ve readied some fun to share with you.”

Fixing the cotton jacket over her shoulders, she waves the witch to come join her.  “Find yourself a spot. I’ve got ma own things laid out for ya here.” The words are accompanied by a gesture to the table, a blue tinted grimoire on the table. “Well wash away all this madness.”

[jupitersari]

status: closed for @ofxlita location: ofelia’s house  time & date: sunday, the 24th, afternoon

    thursday and friday had been mostly a blur; void of sleep, spent in a remorseful panic. the events following the seance, the death of her friend, the revival of some ancient entity, and worst of all... genevieve’s abandonment, it all weighed heavily on ariadne’s heart. friday had been her day of action, making the decision to grab the last of her essentials from home, and leaving a hasty note to peter that she would return, and explain everything after awhile.

   which she never intended to do... and ari wondered if he would even want her back, especially if mason got to control the narrative of her leaving. mostly, ariadne just felt lost in everything, like she was stranded int he ocean unable to swim, victim to the waves. without anywhere to specifically call her home for the time being, and clueless as to what even could be deemed safe, she threw some stuff into a bag and took off towards ofelia’s. she’d been there only once before, briefly - but figured the girl would be a pleasant change from the somber attitudes that most of the grimoires girl had lately. 

   “good afternoon,” ari greeted the fire witch sheepishly after rapping her knuckles on the door. she pulled out a bottle of top-dollar tequila from a paper bag as a gift, holding it up temptingly. “i come with reinforcements.” 

[grimoiresgirlsrp]

       •   SUN —  ruler of day   •

no one understands why you’re here. not even you do. your pockets aren’t lush like the others, your nails are chipped, and someone back home in the south has left 5 voicemail. if someone asks you one more time if you are lost, the temper you barely harbor may spill out, and you will turn into a broken faucet with something serious to prove. 

character name: Ofelia Morrone

age & birthdate: 24, December 16th 1995

birthplace: Albuquerque, New Mexico  

length of time in Salem: 8 months

zodiac sign: Sagittarius

faceclaim:  Maria Pedraza

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• THE CHARACTER

Past:  Ofelia was born Esperanza Marrone, but despite what her name might suggest…she was a symbol of anything but hope. Raised in a quiet suburb of Albuquerque, New Mexico, Ofelia was raised by who she would later find out were her grandparents, under the guise of her biological parents. Despite this…indiscretion, she was a happy child. A lonely child at the best of times, who preferred the company of old books with dusty jackets and bugs in the garden to the smiling, twirling princess-type children who grew up on her block. Although she could never put her finger on it, there was something empty in the doting smiles put on by her parents. They gave her everything they could, going to bed with empty stomachs to feed her hungry mouth. That said, her life wasn’t all roses. Or, perhaps it was and she preferred to stare blankly in the eyes of the thorns headed with blood as opposed to the pretty petals. They were protective, to a hellish extent, and she could never fathom why. She wasn’t a bad kid. Sure, a little quiet at times but she was also a slave of passion but who would always return for dinner at seven sharp. But secrets are like a virus. Undetectable, until they’re killing you.

Present: At seventeen years old, whispers in the school spread like a deadly wildfire and it was Ofelia who got burned. A pent-up rage inside her led her to the doorstep of her ‘parents’, with accusations of poorly-kept lies and secrecy something she didn’t want to face. Torn-up curtains, broken picture frames. You see, in that moment of blind rage, Ofelia had watched every piece of happiness melted away from her. And she hadn’t cared to scramble. A violent drug dealer and a misfit fall in love and the rest…is no longer history. Teenage pregnancy, desperation, two arrests and— it seemed everyone was in on it except the product of the story – Ofelia. A backpack packed in haste and a teddy bear clutched between her fingertips – Ofelia headed out of Albuquerque. She didn’t know where, or how, and with her savings only mounting to mere miles via bus…her ill-fated wanderlust brought her to Salem in the summer of ’19. Salem, like she, had been cloaked in lies, secrecy, rage and misunderstanding. She had abandoned the notion of finding ‘home’ long ago…but perhaps now, it would find her.

Personality: If Sagittarius’ are famous for their fire, then Ofelia is the ash it leaves behind. Hot to the touch, with a thick coating of self-preservation, Ofelia endeavors to do good despite the stacked odds. It is easy to mistake her wallflower tendencies and her ability to fly under the radar for something standoffish, cold, or rude, but beneath the layers of weathered morality lies the same scared, lonely child who left everything she had without so much as looking back. ‘Trust’ is a five letter word with no meaning to Ofelia, a lesson learned to her against her will. Because of this, there is a hearth deep inside of her usually contained, but at times the flames spill out and Ofelia loses the care to snuff them out. Sometimes, this has led to Ofelia feeling more like the dogs she’d see abandoned in shows in the dirty motel rooms. Such sadness, and a need to help – met only with the savaging of your hand. Her bite is stronger than her bark – and nobody’s cared to listen to it before.

+ strange

- feisty

one of the fifteen modern salem elemental witches

[giallofever2]

(some Rare VHS 📼 Cover...& Dvd)

1980

Luca il contrabbandiere

Also Known As (AKA)

(original title) Luca il contrabbandiere

Belgium (French title) (video title) Lucas le contrebandier

Brazil Luca o Contrabandista

Canada (French title) Lucas le vengeur

Denmark (DVD title) Napoli forbindelsen

France La Guerre des Gangs

Greece (video title) O lathremporos

Netherlands (informal literal title/video box title) The Smuggler

Norway Brennpunkt Napoli

Portugal O Contrabandista

Soviet Union (Russian title) Контрабанда

Spain Luca el contrabandista

UK (video title) The Naples Connection

UK (video title) The Smuggler

USA contraband 1980

West Germany Das Syndikat des Grauens

World-wide (English title) The Smuggler

(literal English title) Luca the Smuggler

Release Dates

Italy 8 August 1980

Spain 5 April 1981

West Germany 7 May 1982

USA 23 July 1982 (limited)

Portugal 27 May 1983

Mexico 21 May 1984

Finland 2007 (DVD premiere)

UK 19 May 2014

Directed by Lucio Fulci

Music by Fabio Frizzi

Writing Credits

Ettore Sanzò ... (story/screenplay)

Gianni De Chiara ... (story/screenplay)

Lucio Fulci ... (screenplay)

Giorgio Mariuzzo ... (screenplay)

Filming Dates

3 December 1979 - March 1980

Filming Locations

Naples, Campania, Italy

technical specifications

Runtime 1 hr 37 min (97 min)

1 hr 28 min (88 min) (25 fps) (cut) (UK)

Cast

Fabio Testi ... Luca Di Angelo

Ivana Monti... Adele Di Angelo

Marcel Bozzuffi ... The Marsigliese - Francois Jacois

Lucio fulci ... Old Boss (uncredited)

Giulio Farnese ... Alfredo

Venantino Venantini ... Captain Tarantino

Ajita Wilson ... Luisa

Luciano Rossi ... Chemist

Salvatore Billa ... Marsigliese Thug

Romano Puppo ... Enforcer

Omero Capanna ... Marsigliese Thug

Saverio Marconi ... Luigi Perlante

Enrico Maisto ... Mickey Di Angelo

Ferdinando Murolo ... Scherino

Fabrizio Jovine ... Chief of Police

Daniele Dublino ... Prosecutor

Guido Alberti ... Don Morrone

Giordano Falzoni ... Charlie

Ofelia Meyer ... Ingrid

Tommaso Palladino ... Capece

Virgilio Daddi ... Marsigliese Thug

Cintia Lodetti ... Ursula

Rita Frei ... Filomenia

Nello Pazzafini ... Traitor (as Giovanni Pazzafini)

[giallofever2]

(some Rare VHS 📼 Cover...& Dvd)

1980

Luca il contrabbandiere

Also Known As (AKA)

(original title) Luca il contrabbandiere

Belgium (French title) (video title) Lucas le contrebandier

Brazil Luca o Contrabandista

Canada (French title) Lucas le vengeur

Denmark (DVD title) Napoli forbindelsen

France La Guerre des Gangs

Greece (video title) O lathremporos

Netherlands (informal literal title/video box title) The Smuggler

Norway Brennpunkt Napoli

Portugal O Contrabandista

Soviet Union (Russian title) Контрабанда

Spain Luca el contrabandista

UK (video title) The Naples Connection

UK (video title) The Smuggler

USA contraband 1980

West Germany Das Syndikat des Grauens

World-wide (English title) The Smuggler

(literal English title) Luca the Smuggler

Release Dates

Italy 8 August 1980

Spain 5 April 1981

West Germany 7 May 1982

USA 23 July 1982 (limited)

Portugal 27 May 1983

Mexico 21 May 1984

Finland 2007 (DVD premiere)

UK 19 May 2014

Directed by Lucio Fulci

Music by Fabio Frizzi

Writing Credits

Ettore Sanzò ... (story/screenplay)

Gianni De Chiara ... (story/screenplay)

Lucio Fulci ... (screenplay)

Giorgio Mariuzzo ... (screenplay)

Filming Dates

3 December 1979 - March 1980

Filming Locations

Naples, Campania, Italy

technical specifications

Runtime 1 hr 37 min (97 min)

1 hr 28 min (88 min) (25 fps) (cut) (UK)

Cast

Fabio Testi ... Luca Di Angelo

Ivana Monti... Adele Di Angelo

Marcel Bozzuffi ... The Marsigliese - Francois Jacois

Lucio fulci ... Old Boss (uncredited)

Giulio Farnese ... Alfredo

Venantino Venantini ... Captain Tarantino

Ajita Wilson ... Luisa

Luciano Rossi ... Chemist

Salvatore Billa ... Marsigliese Thug

Romano Puppo ... Enforcer

Omero Capanna ... Marsigliese Thug

Saverio Marconi ... Luigi Perlante

Enrico Maisto ... Mickey Di Angelo

Ferdinando Murolo ... Scherino

Fabrizio Jovine ... Chief of Police

Daniele Dublino ... Prosecutor

Guido Alberti ... Don Morrone

Giordano Falzoni ... Charlie

Ofelia Meyer ... Ingrid

Tommaso Palladino ... Capece

Virgilio Daddi ... Marsigliese Thug

Cintia Lodetti ... Ursula

Rita Frei ... Filomenia

Nello Pazzafini ... Traitor (as Giovanni Pazzafini)

[grimoiresgirlsrp]

WELCOME TO SALEM

Ofelia Morrone (Sun)