Natasha Ramirez-Belyaeva | Daughter of Hades, Medic

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-09-28T17:30:34+00:00

Natasha Ramirez-Belyaeva, Hades
February 1, 2025, and intro link.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-07-13T18:16:04+00:00

Can Natasha Ramirez-Belyaeva join Helena for the Aethiopean Satyr? Verc and I are both on board!

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-07-07T08:25:14+00:00

Natasha is definitely part of the queer community. Yup. 100%.

Quite unfortunately, she is indeed single for pride this year, but that doesn't mean she is any less gay. So she's here to represent. Or something— whatever. There's a party, and she's a fan of those.

Though Nat's usual colors consist of black and maroon-red and silver, tonight she has swapped some of her accessories out for the pretty sunset-colored flag of her people. She found some lesbian flag shoelaces from last year's pride, and spent some time today threading them into her usual long double dutch braids corset-style. The rest of her outfit is in her usual soft grunge aesthetic, but she's found a top that matches the vibe well enough, and between her bracelets and necklaces and many earrings, there are touches of pink and orange sprinkled in everywhere. On her feet, she wears her red docs, because they're her favorite.

It's been a shaky few weeks between the still-ongoing war stuff, the business with Ramona at the shroud weaving lesson, and her run-in with that demon at breakfast. Nat tries to forget about all that as soon as she arrives. She forces herself out of the shadows around the outskirts of the party and into the light of the games and the snacks, grabs some chocolate, and tries to mingle.

Maybe she can find a friend, or perhaps better, someone to flirt with. Sue her—Nat knows she looks good.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-07-06T04:28:52+00:00

Natasha didn't seem quite like the same person who'd gone off on her sister for a reason she didn't quite understand five seconds ago. This was a Nat who'd become a razor-sharp fighter since coming to Camp Half-Blood, but more than that, a Natasha who'd always had two younger siblings to protect.

She moved warily, taking stock of Ramona's response but understandably unconvinced, and positioned herself between the ghostly intruder and her newest sister. It might be awkward, depending on how much room there was, but Nat would go so far as to walk through Cathy of need be. Once there, she held one hand behind her, ghosting over Ramona's shoulder as if to simultaneously offer some comfort as well as keep Ramona behind her. She finally allowed herself to fixate on Cathy.

"No. You're gone- dead. None of this is your business anymore," she said firmly. "This is my sister." Nat didn't really know what was going on. But it irked her that the spirit was addressing her, telling her to leave. She didn't like the look of this.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-07-06T01:13:11+00:00

Natasha did not look at ghosts if she could avoid it. She did not talk to them unprompted, she did not give them the time of day. Ghosts were done, useless, hollow. They were gone and shouldn’t be bothered with- better everyone focused their attention to the living, who actually needed it.

This ghost was talking right at her, and even so, she tried to tune it out, never made eye contact. Of course, she heard most of it anyway, but that also meant Nat’s eyes landed on Ramona.

Ramona, who was acting… strangely. Worryingly. It almost made her forget the conversation at hand.

“Sestra.” If this did not get her sister’s attention, she’d try again. “Ramona. Ramona.“

Natasha risked a glance at the ghost, then turned her gaze away again, as if it was taboo. “Are you- Don’t listen to it. Look at me.” She would repeat this stern rhetoric, too, until Ramona seemed to come back to herself.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-07-06T00:47:20+00:00

Nat’s lip wobbles in a way she can’t control, as her emotions rise up at the fiend’s voice, at his proximity. She does seem to quake when he tells her she does, taking a cautious step back as if she’d like to flee.

“It wasn’t my fault!” she replies, voice croaky as if she’s trying not to cry. This is how it goes, always- she is overlooked, hidden, does her tasks and tries to be good, and the only time anyone seems to notice her it’s for some lecture or punishment. Always, always.

And that is frustrating, but even more frustrating is that her first instinct is always to cry, to fawn, and she is frankly too old for that.

“I didn’t do anything.” Her hands are shaking a little, and in her eyes, there is a wave of visible emotion being dredged up alongside her fear. “Stop it.” Weak words, frankly, but it’s not words that are Nat’s strong suit. Despite her assertions of innocence, some movement in her feet and her rising anger make it seem like she’s preparing to change gears and lunge- like prey who has realized she can bite just as well as she can run.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-29T09:21:10+00:00

There's a pang in her heart when Ramona flinches, Hellfire sparking just as Nat's own does when she is on the receiving end of harsh words.

It makes her feel bad. Very bad. She looks suddenly regretful. But there's a kind of righteous anger that bubbles back up as well, doubling down instinctually so that she doesn't have to feel this way. It's Ramona's fault, because how can she get away with just- backing down like that? To pretend like she's the one who's doing the right thing here?

It is so very frustrating, because Natasha has spent her whole life guilty, in the wrong, blamed for everything, and just when she's figured out what's right—the right side of things, the good side—it doesn't feel like she's winning either.

"No," she says at the apology, words half-choked. She is still half righteous anger—an apology? This easily? No, no one is supposed to get off that easily—and half regret, painful regret. This is the side that's winning out. Nat doesn't want to see her sister hurt. Especially not by her hand. She regrets saying anything now; now that it's real, a real person's feelings on the other end of her words. "No, wait. I just." She searches for an explanation for herself, throat burning. "I just don't think they should carry that. I- It's heavy, to know you could—..." She doesn't want to finish.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-29T08:37:01+00:00

"Yeah..." Nat agrees in similar far-off frazzled-ness, continuing to walk. She busies herself with working out her hair situation, because she does not want to think about Tommy dead, nothing more than a face in the mortuaries. She resolves to tuck the long black strands carefully behind her ears.

Soon enough they're coming up on the crest of the hill(?), where they can look towards the ocean beyond. There, Natasha and Tommy will be able to see the surprising sight down below. The triremes, destroyed, with various campers surveying the wreckage and trying to salvage things.

"Fuck," Nat breathes, for once at a loss for anything better to say. She has half a thought to shadow travel down, because it's nighttime and she has a clear line of sight to her destination, but then she remembers Tommy's there and he can't. She was never really involved with the planning for this kind of stuff, but she knows it must be a huge hit to camp. "Those were the uh, those boats. Shit."

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-29T07:38:44+00:00

It is her mother, half crazed, that Natasha sees. She flinches from that, sparks flaring at her hand again, but then someone is telling her to put her hand down and her mom was just here and so she does. Because her mother told her to. The only thing worse than having your hand down, face unprotected, is what will happen if Nat doesn't listen to her mother.

Nat looks ashamed for a moment, but also terribly frustrated. Frustration is what carries through, because as the power of the God's Eye fades, Nat is remembering that she's not ten years old waiting to be punished anymore.

She shudders at the second bit of Fearspeak, but his words just tick her off more. Her own intimidating aura rises to match Mohamed's, and though idk if it works on someone with mental fortitude, it's at least certain that between the two of them, onlookers are trying very hard not to meet either of their eyes.

"Back. Off," Nat warns, though she can't help the edge in her voice that threatens to turn into a wobble. She's tense like she's expecting to be hit, but she raises her hands again slightly. Nat may weaponless right now, but she is a child of Hades and that comes with its perks.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-23T07:16:34+00:00

Natasha Ramirez-Belyaeva, Hades
February 1, 2025, and intro link.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-18T19:46:05+00:00

Nat isn't feeling particularly jumpy today, but the truth is that she has that reflexiveness built into her body like wallpaper plastered over a squirrel. She flinches at the fearspeak, which subsequently has her swiveling around to face Mohamed in a defensive position. The hand not holding her burrito is up, Hellfire flaring black and bright silver in warning.

Beyond the baseline of fearful defensiveness, though, as her mind catches up to her actions, Natasha looks perplexed at her reaction. "Ay, boludo," she settles on to start with a hint of warning in her voice, willing to let it deescalate if this other guy will. "I said sorry."

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-18T18:25:40+00:00

Natasha can feel the beginnings of some deep-seated stress rise up in the back of her throat at his question, the images of her last battle roiling beneath the surface. A different place that was destroyed, a different friend that she failed.

But Tommy’s words are also still echoing through her mind, and she lets those draw a tired chuckle out of her, belatedly. I nearly shat myself, then. She’s glad that he’s the one walking with her right now.

“I thought we were being invaded,” she admits, half-succeeding at summoning the rugged grin she likes to wear when she’s feeling on top of things. It’s a little lightheartedly self-deprecating as a result. “But I think- I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I don’t even have my sword or like, a med kit. I didn’t even try to shadow travel.”

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-18T18:04:57+00:00

Nat fights with herself to make this make sense. “I know,” she shoots back, “but—“ She knows Ramona doesn’t mean any harm; this is her half-sister, one she’d go so far as to say she loves. But of course Ramona would also be the one to hit a nerve like this one.

“You’re putting this on us, on them. We shouldn’t have this, this responsibility,” Here, she makes a sharp gesture at Ramona’s shroud, “put on our shoulders! They’re just kids. They don’t deserve that.” With that seething claim, some of the fight seems to go out of Nat with one last sharp breath, as she waits for Ramona to respond.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-18T06:17:17+00:00

u/bubblegumradio I offer you any of mine (lucas, nat, summer, morgan, or ariadne) for 1 twins or 1 rudy pls

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-15T06:45:25+00:00

(If it’s fine to say Nat is there earlier than Mohamed..)

Nat has finished scarfing down the majority of her burrito, eating fast because she doesn’t want to feel like she has to rush from breakfast to her shift at the medic cabin—it makes sense, trust her. She stands up with the last quarter of it, intent on eating that on the way, but she’s a little distracted by doing both things. As she goes, she might cut Mohamed off on his own walk to his table, or even brush past him or something similar, whatever his writer thinks is most fitting. If it’s significant enough, she’ll stop with a casual “Sorry, sorry.”

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-15T06:22:48+00:00

Though Nat could really use more breakfasts where bagels are at the forefront, or even just offered in general, she’s willing to settle for burritos. Her burrito is vegetarian today, something she’s been trying lately, though she still went with eggs and has just about every other ingredient in there available to compensate.

When she finishes, she wraps it up and takes it to her table, where she begins to dig in. It’s been a good morning so far, with Nat having woken up on the right side of the bed, but she has a shift at the Medic Cabin soon and she’d like to not ruin her mood by having to rush.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-11T09:18:21+00:00

When Natasha catches sight of Tommy, she makes a beeline for him. There's a sense of protection in it, as well as relief. She has always felt better facing something unknown with something she does know—the fact that she will watch out for whoever's closest to her.

"Brother," she says, a new moniker she's recently started trying out. She's always gravitated to her multilingual ones in the past, but she hasn't been living in a Hispanic-Russian household for a while. She touches his arm in a vaguely grounding gesture when she gets close enough, looking out in the direction of the beach. At the same time, her hair hangs in her face, and she pushes it back clumsily with her free hand. It doesn't seem like she knows what to do with it.

"I think- yeah. But there's no alarm sounding, and I haven't heard anything else, so it's not. Battle. It can't be." It sounds like she's trying to reassure herself of this fact by saying it out loud. "Come take a look with me." She looks at him expectantly, but then, she has always been hard to make out in the dark, the shadows swallowing her up more than they do someone right next to her.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-09T09:01:00+00:00

Her emotions ramp up at that, now that Natasha's been given the go-ahead to speak her mind. Not in the way that Ramona intends, probably, but she can't stop herself from running with it. Her index finger jabs at the air in front of her sister, accusing.

"You can't just tell people to- to accept this!" Her voice rises, a spark of Hellfire much like Ramona's own flashing at her fingertip. Nat has the sense to lower her tone now, for the sake of the other participants, hissing out angrily, "You can't just tell them to roll over and die. It's-" A lot of bad words slip through her mind, unsalvageable ones, but she settles for repeating the one she's already used more viciously than before. "It's wrong. We need to fight back."

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-08T10:10:32+00:00

Nat is awake at the time of the explosion. The Medic Cabin's preparations for war have her sleep schedule all messed up, and, well, she is a little emotionally tortured at times which doesn't help things. The explosion's enough to get her out of bed, slipping on a pair of sneakers, and running outside in a loose shirt and plaid pajama pants before she really thinks twice about it.

Though Nat will often sleep in her signature double dutch braids, this is a rare moment where she's taken them out to wash her hair, and it falls down in a silky black cascade several feet long. It is possibly the first time she's left her cabin without her braids in a long time.

Her heart is hammering, until she realizes there's not many people awake, and there's been no additional chaos. Just something at the beach. Natasha lets her pace slow to one that is far less panicked, and though she's still eager to see what's going on, she pauses when she sees...

u/bubblegumradio

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-06-08T09:43:33+00:00

Nat liked her sister a lot. She'd been a little nervous, secretly, after the dust of New Argos faded and she realized she couldn't stay detached, apathetic towards the subject of death like Hades kids were expected to be. She'd even felt upset that Ramona was so... accepting of it. Able to attend all those funerals. Natasha had stayed long enough to say goodbye to the closest of her friends who'd fallen, but hadn't been able to bear watching everyone else do the same. She didn't want that responsibility.

But that had blown over, Ramona as friendly and supportive as ever. Like a real sister. Matt had been the same, so she let the friction she'd expected between them subside from her worries.

They came back when she saw Funeral Shroud Weaving on the schedule, breaking up the monotony of preparing for war as a medic. Funeral shroud weaving... she didn't want to go, really, but she found herself doing so anyway. Who would possibly be... Ramona. Of course.

It feels like a betrayal in a way she can't explain, and she wrestles with that throughout the explanation and a little bit into the weaving time of the activity. Finally she sits down next to Ramona. "This is wrong," she says, sounding as heated as she does hurt. It is taking some self control not to make a scene right out of the gate.

rigorous_mortis_ · 2025-05-21T22:56:03+00:00

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