Iggy Ramirez

[ tyler posey | he/him | 20 ]  rumor has it that Ignacio Christian Ramirez has been seen wandering around town. they are a witch who is one of the survivors. they are known to be unmotivated but deep down they are affectionate. when it comes to the brewing conflict in new orleans they’re on the side of the unaffiliated.

Ignacio Ramirez AU bio task004

“Hood rat? Really?” Penelope rolled her eyes but she abandoned the prize regardless. There was nothing that interesting in there anyway. Whoever it was was just as broke as her. “If people are dying for less than a few pennies than they must have a pretty shit life,” she pointed out while her arms folded over her chest. “What are you playing knight in shinning armor for anyway? Not like it’s your stuff. Unless you’re into sparkly pink coin purses.”

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“I’m sure there are other terms for it too but hood rat really seems to fit.” He answers with a smile on his face, Iggy wasn’t one to get overly serious about things but this party was his baby and he wasn’t going to let someone ruin it by spreading the rumor that he set people up for sticky fingers McGee to show up. “People die all the time for less in this city but that’s something you learn all about on a tour.” He gives a shrug, anyone who knew the city well enough knew that murder was pretty common, the people working behind the scenes kept it silent mostly. “Didn’t you get sent to come fancy all witch school? Was the tuition a little too high for you to be digging around in people’s penny pouches?” Iggy didn’t go to the Salvatore school but he had friends from New Orleans that went and his summer parties there made it possible for him to know most of the students. He laughs looking at the coin purse. “Not mine nah but I don’t need people linking my parties with stealing.”

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“What?” Penelope didn’t glance up from the item while she rummaged. “Finders keepers you know? You don’t leave your shit laying around and not expect someone to wonder what it’s about. I bet anyone at this party would do the same.”

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Iggy’s party was by no means meant to be classy but he did have standards that he wanted everyone to live up to, like no fighting, murdering or stealing, he just kind of hoped that would be something that didn’t need to laid out for others. “That is some hood rat shit, so I doubt it besides its a lake party, the cabins are for changing and leaving person things so they don’t get ruined in the sun by chance get wet.” He comments crossing his arms over his chest looking at the other witch with a tilt of his head, “You know people die for less around here, not really worth it in the long run.”

“Relax, man – whatever happens, happens” he mused with a shrug, noticing Iggy beginning to scan their surroundings. Cass plucked a joint from behind his ear, producing a lighter with his other hand as he held it out towards Iggy, “time for you to relax and enjoy everything you’ve created.” Laughter eased from the male’s lips, glancing around to their surroundings on the off chance of spotting Skyla as he murmured, “it’d be you paying the price for that, not me” he teased. “Nothings gonna happen, alright? I’m chill.” The conversation shift had Cass inhale another deep breath, before a groan urged from his lips, “don’t call him that, asshat” he murmured, forcing breathless laughter as he narrowed his gaze in light of Iggy’s suggestion as he questioned curiously, “mess with him how?”

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“That’s usually how it goes but I rather put a fire out when it first starts than let it burn for awhile.” He answers before giving his buddy a smile, “I don’t need my good name tarnished by a few who don’t know how to have a good time without ruining it for others.” He was hopeful that people would stay on good behavior and not just Casper, a few fights here and there wouldn’t be anything too bad, all parties usually had one or two but when this many people were together a war could break out if not watched. “People are having a blast, which means I’m having a blast.” He points out to the other, nothing made Iggy more happy than knowing he caused others joy. He laughs at the others expense just a little before clapping him on the shoulder, “Oh man, you know I’m fucking with you. Your mom has to marry the guy to get that status.” He points out though the idea was likely one that only bothered Cas just as much. “Hey if that happens won’t that make you and Sky step-siblings?” He asks with a curious tilt of his head trying to hold back a smile. “Slip him something a little stronger than he thinks he’s getting? I mean I don’t usually like that kind of thing but its for you. Or we could cast a little magic, some bad luck follows him around a little, things break around him, maybe he loses some hair. Harmless shit mostly.”

“That’s so cool,” Octavia gushed, making a note to stop by the tent before the party was over; not only because she’d love a semi-permanent tattoo, but because she’d have the chance to show it to her mother and watch her turn slightly pale at the sight of a tattoo.  Her jaw dropped for a moment at his revelation, and Octavia decided to avoid those; she didn’t have any experience with them, and that seemed like exactly the sort of scenario Iggy was describing where she’d end up in the water or something.  “Good call, we don’t need to be worrying about pulling people out of the lake!”

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“Yeah, thanks. I’m pretty proud of it, make sure to get something cool.” Iggy assures the other knowing there were plenty of sick designs that the artist in the hut could do if asked. He laughs at her face’s reaction, “Don’t worry, just stick to anything without a green container and you’ll be fine. Its no pressure and if someone gives ya shit just let me know.” Iggy was a confrontational sort but he could talk to someone who was ruining the fun for others. “Nah, nothing ruins a good party like sirens or anyone getting too hurt. Some red belly from making a bad jump in the lake is one thing.” He laughs watching others on the rope swinging into the water.

Jayce approached the organiser of the event and listened as he started to talk before Jayce was able to. “Green Plate or glass huh? I guess I’ll have to remember that…incase I fancy it a little later. ” he chuckled. “You sure did good here…it’s amazing…one of the best parties I’ve been too…with one of the best looking host’s too.” he shrugged taking a sip on his beer.

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Iggy gives a shrug of his shoulders, “Yeah man, its all out there so everyone just helps themselves to it.” He was glad to share what he grew and he at least knew that if anything supplied by him was clean and safer than some strangers. “Ah thank man, glad to hear it. Just want everyone to have a good time.”

Carina’s chest welled with pride at her son’s words, an arm moving to wrap around his shoulders for a moment as a smile pulled across her lips. “When did my little boy grow up,” Nina questioned rhetorically. “I swear you were like 5 yesterday and now here you are throwing massive parties to get people’s minds off the chaos.” A laugh rose within her chest as she pulled away from her son, head shaking slightly as he pretended to not know that there was underage drinking going on. “I’m pretty sure our entire department is ignoring it for this one day,” she mused. “As long as everyone is responsible, I think we’ve all more than earned the one day to just relax and enjoy ourselves.”

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Iggy rolled his eyes at his mom with a lopsided smile on his face as he gave a shrug, “Its not that big of deal ma.” He replies, sure enough anyone else would have done the same thing to relieve some of the tenson that was going on around the city. “I guess it would put them in a pretty rough light otherwise, given its supposed to be something to blow off steam. Besides its just a little drinking, most people are making a camping trip out of it.” No drunk driving if Iggy had a say in it.

“Don’t blame me, blame the mandalas” he mumbled with a shrug, before offering the other a boyish grin. The male’s brow soon creased as the other spoke, pulling a disgruntled face at his words. “Woah, what? Mom me?” he scoffed, his eyes rolling as he took another sip from his drink, but despite his response he really did appreciate that Iggy was just looking out for him. “Don’t sweat it, I’m on my best behaviour. I’m not gonna ruin your party.” The mention of Tara and Oliver saw Cass inhale a sharp breath, his jaw momentarily tightening as he attempted to rid himself of the mental image, he had been attempting to avoid the pair all day as well as any talk about them. “Shut up, Iggy, before I change my mind about being on my best behaviour.”

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“Yeah yeah sure.” He chuckles with a shake of his head as his eyes scan the party for anything going amiss so he could stop it before it ruined anything. “Oh yeah, gotta keep you contained. I don’t know where Sky is so waving something half dressed in your face isn’t a choice right now. Disappointed pouting and scolding will have to do and it pains me.” He holds his chest in a dramatic flare to the whole ordeal of having to act like the responsible one between them. “Good you need to chill and have a good time just like everyone else. You sweat things too much.” Iggy let things roll off his back rather easily, it was what kept him out of trouble most of the time. He liked the old saying that it might be hard to talk yourself out of a ticket but it sure as hell was easy to talk yourself into one. “Ahhh, not enjoying the idea of a stepdad huh? Harsh. Wanna mess with him?” Iggy wasn’t about to ruin a guys life but fuck with him a little in some harmless...ish fun? Sure why not?

“Beware the green. Alright.” Davina gave a nod to say she heard. She hadn’t spotted that specifically yet but her eyes were finding a lot to look at so she would eventually. Overall it seemed like she could maybe let her guard down. “Everything looks great by the way. I think this is what people needed to relax a bit. I know I never say no to a good party.”

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Iggy gives a grin while he nods, “I mean unless you’re used to that kind of thing I would just be careful about how much you eat. Wouldn’t want you zonked out of your mind and unable to enjoy the party.” He says gesturing around to all the fun, people dancing, swimming, eating, just enjoying themselves. “Exactly! Everyone is so up in arms about the bad stuff that went down and expecting more, they’re forgetting this is a party city. But thanks, glad to know you’re enjoying yourself.”

Just as everybody else appeared to be, Josie was thoroughly enjoying letting her hair down a little. Their young lives always felt so serious, literally with the weight of the world on their shoulders, so being able to attend one of Iggy’s well loved parties, Josie was grateful. Having spotted the male, she headed over with a grin, her steps a little unsteady but nothing major upon her approach as she held out a gummy towards the male, but her expression slowly began to falter at the mention of the green bowl, cups and plates. “Wait – why?” she murmured innocently, glancing towards the gummy as the realisation kicked in, “I’ve had six of these, Iggy.”

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Iggy’s eye widen a little as Josie approached while holding a gummy, she wasn’t one that he had recalled partaking in the heavier partying though she would certainly do well with some letting loose. “Oh boy, they didn’t have the signs up yet huh?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck, “Those are edibles man. You mean like six back to back?” He asks wondering if she had spaced them out a little but given how she was looking at them he was assuming not. “Well...nah you should...maybe sit down?” He offers, “Or like find a floaty and chill in the lake near shore. I forget, you ever been high before Jojo? Cause you’re gonna be now.”

       taelor knew that her cousin had always been a master at throwing parties, but this was by far the best one that he had yet to throw. pushing through the crowd with a bottle in her hand, she wandered to iggy’s side and placed a hand upon his shoulder. ❝ it’s definitely something to be proud of, iggs. ❞ she spoke with a smile. at the mention of the tattoo hut, she smiled warmly. ❝ semi-permanent was definitely the way to go. it seems like quite the hit. ❞ she told him, giving a nod in the direction of the hut. a laugh fell from her lips when he mentioned anything green. ❝ i think i can handle it just fine, but thanks for the warning cousin. ❞

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Iggy cocks his head in his cousin’s direction with a grin on it, “Isn’t it?” He was just happy people were enjoying themselves rather than wallowing in pain, anger or fear. This was the New Orleans that Iggy wanted and loved, people just enjoying the party. “Yeah, some of the guys have their work hanging in there so maybe we’ll get some real work in the shop later in the week.” He could hope after all, this party wasn’t cheap though he did get a lot of favors called in to get things together. “Hey just giving heads up, let others know. Last thing we need it some witches or wolves just hulking out or freaking out.”

Octavia wasn’t sure how she’d ended up at the party, exactly; she hadn’t been a Salvatore school student, so she’d never been to one of Iggy’s parties before.  But somehow, some way, she’d ended up coming along on a friend of a friend sort of invitation, and she was largely keeping to herself outside of visiting with Oliver and her family - as well as dodging her mother’s antics.  She didn’t immediately recognize Iggy, having never really met him before, but when he began explaining the party it was easy enough to put two and two together.  “Oh, semi-permanent,” Octavia repeated, having seen the tent but not been clear on exactly what it offered.  “Why?  What’s with the green stuff?”

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Iggy wasn’t one to shun anyone from a party, in fact the more the merrier in his case and there was plenty of people who knew him when he didn’t know them. Though as much of an air head as he seemed retaining names was fairly simple, it was how after only being in Mystic Falls a summer at a time that he knew anyone. “Yeah think of it as a henna but with tons of color choices.” He was pretty pumped by it given he had come up with a lot of the pigments himself using the herbs he grew in his spare time. “Edibles. People get carried away eat too much not realizing the effects and that’s how you end up with people laying around like logs or passing out in the worst places. With the lake we don’t want that.”

“Yeah bro, I’ve seen it” Casper mused, playfully rolling his eyes, “I’ve been taking a shot every time someone gets a mandala tattoo and so far, this is my eighth refill.” Cass glanced down towards his cup before back towards Iggy with a grimace, “you seen my mom? Pretty sure the last time I saw her everything she was holding was green. Cleaning up that mess is on you.”

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“Don’t get any alcohol poisoning at my party, last thing anyone needs or wants is officials showing cause people have sheeplike minds about their tattoos.” Iggy replies with a smile, he didn’t care what people got as long as they remained chill about everything. “In fact don’t make me mom you about shit.” He adds giving Casper a look over, a drunk untriggered wolf could be violent and that wasn’t something anyone needed either. “Oh yeah, I’ve seen your mom.” He grins at his buddy with a teasing smile, “Nah, I think that’s on her new mans or I guess rumor has it on her old mans.”

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“You’re truly outdone yourself, son,” Carina mused as she stopped beside her son’s frame, a cup of liquor in her hand as she scanned the party-goers. “I did and while I have nothing against them I think I might avoid that little hut- and anything in a green container while I also pretend like there aren’t underage drinkers out here.”

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Iggy looked over to his mom with a proud grin on his face, “Thank ma, I just wanted to make sure that everyone got a chance to chill out given all the crap they’ve been through.” He gives a shrug, he found it easy to remain calm in the worst situations but others certainly didn’t. “No worries, I’m sure others will live it up.” He wasn’t going to be doing any for today but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be giving out his card to anyone who seemed interested. “What? There’s underage drinking going on?” He pretended to be both shocked and appalled by it.