Post by ultrah on Nov 24, 2010 15:25:01 GMT -5
ROSINA HEYLEN STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
[/color][/font]AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
[/color]ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Rose, Rosina
GENDER: Female
AGE: 21
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original?[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Medium length brown hair
EYES: Chocolate Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 1.68m and 9 stone.
Physical description: Rosina is a physically, average girl in her late teens. She has choppy layered brown hair, with a sweep fringe that flops across her face, in the typical 'hip' style. She has big chocolate brown eyes, and a freckley face from tropical summer holidays. She is quite a small-waisted, average height girl, and she isn't considered particulary pretty.
She is mostly seen in her ripped bleached skinny jeans when not riding, and designed polo tops, and jerseys. She doesn't keep up with the latest fashion, but she still likes to look good. When not at the stable, she loves her vintage look clothes that she usually wears out. Floral patterns are her weakness, every her horse's saddlepad is floral. Her hair is straightened every day to keep it from its natural curls, and her footwear mostly consists of battered converse and the occasional pair of trainers.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:what makes them stand out?[/color] She has strong big brown eyes, and that is the feature you are most drawn to upon meeting her. The thing that pulls your attention is the yellow and blue flecks leading from the pupil out farther.[/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: snobby people, homophobia, democracy, dogs, clowns
STRENGTHS: strong-willed, trustworthy, honest, determination
WEAKNESSES: romance, physical strength, manipulation
HABITS/QUIRKS: Quite bubbly, friendly. Can be a bit annoying. Bites finger nails when nervous, and is easily influenced.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: minimum of three paragraphs[/color]
Rosina started off as what could be described as a perfect child. She never behaved unruly or disagreed with her parents decisions, not fought with her siblings. She was however, mute. The first thing she ever said was at her 6th birthday, when she uttered 'happy birthday to me' in front of her birthday cake. Her parents never found out why this is, as she had no physical deficiency. When taked to the doctor it was deemed as a psychological state and she would grow out of it. After her sixth birthday, she remained quiet, but over the course of that year slowly began to speak more and more. The lack of speech for the first six years of her life apparently led her to speaking a crazed amount now, as if to make up for the years she lost. At 7, she was incredibly loud and friendly, although did not have many friends.
She's never experienced true love, although she's had quite a few relationships. She's never been broken up with, and its something she never wants to go through. She's afraid of rejection and she can't handle it. This is proof of her naivety and her pride and how young she acts. Although she is naive, she is incredibly caring and accepting, and will do anything to please others. However, those she does not like she shows blatantly how much she doesn't.
She had a very settled childhood, and never went through the phases some teenagers went through. This led her through unscathed, therefore when she suffers heartbreak or sadness she handles this really badly and she never had the expirience before. She is very much in the mind of a child, and many consider her a simple 12 year old. She acts very mature and responsible, but underneath that her psychological age is around 12. [/font]
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
Henry, 51, Financial Manger
SIBLINGS: Roxanne, 15, Unemployed
Billie, 12, Unemployed
OTHER FAMILY:
PETS: Moonface, black and white cat.
OVERALL HISTORY: at least four GOOD paragraphs[/color]
Rosina was born into a well-off English family in the West End, London. She went to a private English school for both primary and secondary, until the age of 13, untouched by the harshness of society. At 13 her father was offered a job in Western Virginia and she reluctantly was dragged along with her family. She then went to a state school, when her education started to drop. She made the wrong friends, who got her into smoking, and alchohol. Like most teenagers, she saw no danger of this.
When she was 15, she was rushed to hospital for severe liver disfuntions. She was in a critical position for 2 days, surviving off crucial body fluids being run into her body. Ater the help of a specialist doctor, she survived, but with a scarred opinion of alchohol. Her parents, desperate to buy her out of this crowd, bought her a three year old fiery Arab stallion. She nor her parents had no idea on the care of horses.
However, she slowly made a bond with this stallion, and with the help of a local parelli trainer, softened his temper and he was gelded. The amount of work she put in with this gelding was huge. She put off everything to make an effort, and finally he was broken in. His name was Zaan Divine. Much to her disappointment, her parents sold the gelding thinking they had done the job of putting their daughter back on the track of what they imagined as what a teenager should be. Rosina was devasted, and she dreamt of once again owning a horse.
It was a month later she discovered Pinewood Stable, and she started helping out there. She gave up on the dream of going to university, and settled for college, as she worked hard for a diploma in stable management; Pinewood was her future. Working hard as the stable manager, she began saving up for her own horse. With the money, she bought an ex-eventing horse Shangri La who's career was brought to a halt due to an accident in cross-country eventing. Rosina bought this young mare, and is currently training her as her pride and joy, and the beginning of her equine career. [/font]
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It was pretty unusual for Sagefeather to roll in her sleep, but that night she did. It was pretty disruptive as well, and after a few complaints from her clan mates she pretended to go visit the medicine cat, she really didn't though. Whatever was causing her disturbance, she knew the medicine cat couldn't help her there. Instead she did what she always did when she had a bad dream, she took a moonlit stroll on the borders of the camp. Just wandering around and thinking. Thinking about recent events, thinking about the repetitive nightmare she had been having for the past few nights. She couldn't remember the exact details, but each time she had the dream it got clearer and clearer. There were cats in the dream, Passionclan cats, and other cats she couldn't recognize, but cats all the same.
Sagefeather had had nightmares in the past, but only as a kit. This recurring nightmare was the first she had received since then. She doubted it was a sign from Starclan, and so didn't report it. Besides, it was a foggy dream, and she wouldn't know what to say. She started to get tired again, and made her way back into the den, hoping to finally get some quiet rest. This time she did, with no bad dreams or rolling. This time it was a dreamless sleep, a calm sleep, a better sleep.
She awoke with a start at dawn, with neighboring cats hustling about and talking about a meeting. A meeting...'Of course!', she remembered now. She had definitely overslept, but knew that there was going to be a clan meeting soon. A clan meeting to introduce a new apprentice. She had suggested it the night before to Swiftstar because of the lacking of warriors in the clan, and had even mentioned Emberkit to be taken in as an apprentice. She wasn't exactly sure that this was what the clan meeting was about, but she had an idea.
Running out of the den, she saw that a few cats had already taken their place in front of the Tall Boulder. She made her way to the front, since she was deputy she would need to be closest, well in her mind she did. She gave a respectful nod to Swiftstar before she settled herself down into her spot, and then patiently waited. She looked toward the nursery, there stood the excited kit with his mother. Of course she was trying to get the young kit to hold still long enough for her to groom him, but she remembered the excitement of becoming an apprentice. Or was it nervousness? Happiness? One of those. She couldn't exactly remember how she felt before she became an apprentice. It was a memorable day, but it was a long time ago. Such a long time ago. [/color]
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
[/color]IN EVERY MAN THAT I SEE.[/font][/center]
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