Post by Rose Red on Dec 7, 2012 1:34:01 GMT
Rose Red
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A thousand years gone by
Too late to wonder why
I'm here alone[/b][/size]
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Age: Immortal
Species: Legend
Occupation: Spy for King Adam
Playby: Bonnie Wright
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Father: Thomas (Deceased)
Mother: Seraphina
Siblings: Older sister named White Rose
Other: N/A
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Likes:
- Roses
- Reading
- Snow
- Friends
- Loyalty
- Intelligence
Dislikes:
- People who are easily swayed from their beliefs
- The heat
- Killjoys
- Doing nothing
- Boring people
Strengths:[/size]
- Loyal
- Clever
- Wise
Weaknesses:[/size]
- Short-tempered
- A good liar
- Can be extremely stubborn
Personality:[/size][/font] Rose is quite adventurous. Her mother miraculously was able to put up with her coming home all muddy. Rose has a short temper when she has to talk about things she hates discussing. She's also a little arrogant because she lived far from the community and doesn't know as much. She can be a bit vindictive sometimes too. Once someone crosses her, she'll get back at them. Rose's courage can occasionally go overboard. This was what caused her to run away from home in pursuit of adventure.
She also has a serious side to her. Rose remains calm under situations and will quickly try to find a solution. She is quite clever and this comes in handy when she's on the road. She's able to outsmart many people and the aid of being a good liar also helps. Rose is really stubborn and never wavers from her beliefs. This is sometimes called loyalty if it were a good cause. Most of the time, people would call it being headstrong.
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Eyes:[/size] Clear blue
Hair:[/size] Red
Physique:[/size] Rose is of average height for a young woman. She is extremely agile. This helps her because during her time on the road, she often had to make a quick escape. Even though Rose is a daughter of a peasant, she walks with a certain grace and always has her head up. She believes that to hold a head down is to show weakness.[/font]
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History: [/font] Rose Red was born to a soldier and peasant. She was the second-born daughter of the two. Her sister, White Rose was the eldest. Rose was named after the red rose bush outside her mother's window. Her sister was named after the white rose hush next to it. As a child, Rose was always adventurous and often came home with many bruises and scrapes. Her mother never really said much on the fact and thought it was good for a child to look for some fun. When Rose turned seven, her father died. This left her mother a widow and made it harder for the family to live. Soon after that, a bear came to their home. At first, she and her family were frightened but the bear proved himself to be kind.
The bear, Rose Red, and White Rose often played together. Rose and the bear would play the rougher games while White sat back and watched. In the evening, White would read to the whole family. In the spring, the bear went back to guard his treasure. He never came back after that. Life went on after that. Rose's thirst for adventure grew then suddenly, one day she made the decision to leave. She wandered from kingdom to kingdom. She had a few relationships but she always ended them. She's grown a bit wise about some things. After a lot of fear that her mother would turn her away, she finally returned home. Instead of being turned away, her mother welcomed her home with open arms. She now currently helps care for her mother. Rose took to taking walks in the evening when White would be reading to their mother. She feels that trouble will be coming soon.
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Role-play Example: It was a rather cloudy day as Noir walked along the streets of her town. In her arms, she held a large bouquet of pure white roses. She practically had to beg that horrid Fontaine to allow her to come. It wasn't in her nature to beg someone. Shealwaysgot what she wanted, or at least used to. It has been a month from the day her family died. It has also been two weeks since Fontaine took her in. She shook her head hard, sending her blonde hair flying around her that earned Noir some odd glances. Noir frowned.
This was not a time to think about that dreadful man. It was a time to think about her family. Noir kept walking, deep in thought, barely paying any attention to where she was walking. She almost strolled past her destination. Noir took several steps back and took a deep breath. She entered the gloomy-looking place filled with tombstones and weeping willows. Such a tragic place, she thought to herself. She quickly sped to a particularly large willow tree with tombstones in its shade.
She trekked to the fairly newer graves. Over her parents' grave was an arch which symbolized their reunion in heaven. Her brother's was a much more sorrowful picture. The Angel of Grief cast its hand next to his name. Noir laid the bouquet on her parents' grave and picked a single rose from it. She put it on front of her brother's grave. Would it have been different if he hadn't done those things? She closed her eyes and allowed a single tear fall on his grave before a torrent of them began to fall.
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Name: Aura
Location:RP Experience: A year
How You Found Us: From Alohomora, Splinched V2
Fun Fact About You: I'm constantly being teased for looking delicate but can actually take down a boy twice my size.
Credit for template goes to remedysweet of Caution 2.0. and belle of LAR. Made for LEGENDS ARE REAL RPG. All rights reserved. 2010. [/size][/center]