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| A Rose By Any Other Name...; Between False Innocence and Tyberias | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: September 25, 2010, 12:10 am (149 Views) | |
| Blue | September 25, 2010, 12:10 am Post #1 |
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 Rosemary Sullivan was sick of love, absolutely sick of it. It was always the same, cursed story with her. She'd meet a "nice guy", date him for a little while, and she'd be on top of the world. But then, when she refused to put out, each and every single one of them dumped her. It was disgusting, and she was just over it. No more dating, no more "nice guys", just her. And there was no man on Earth that could change her mind, no male that could persuade her to change her heart's mind... Character Sheet: Spoiler: click to toggle Name: Rosemary Sullivan (Hates her given name in its full form, prefers “Rose”) Age: 17 Personality: Rose is a rather seclusive girl - she has a very small group of 2-3 close friends. She doesn't go out much anymore (apart from school obviously), believing that staying at home will keep the guys away from her and she won't have to suffer the heartbreak over sex anymore. She tries not to get close to people and if she's ever found someone that she's attracted to (either physically, emotionally or mentally), she likes to try and avoid them as much as possible. She finds this way that she doesn't become too attached to them and leave her self susceptible to hurt. She's given up guys for good, but has never even considered the possibility that she may've just been looking in the wrong direction. Becoming a lesbian still hasn't crossed her mind however, and it's doubtful that it ever will (OOC: lol Epic Foreshadowing). Rose is a virgin, but is by no means innocent. She's explored her body before and knows what she likes. She doesn't like to explore too often however - never having been one to appreciate her own body. Like a lot of girls her age, she fell victim to the tragic - and completely false - idea that her body would never be as good as those of movie stars and models. She dislikes the way she looks, and needs someone to tell her that she's beautiful and not just "sexy". The thing is however, that Rose is quite the looker. She has incredible curves that she rarely shows off, and a beatiful, elegant body to boot. Why anyone would see her as unattractive is beyond a lot of people. Rose is a girly girl, and loves to be taken care of - almost to the point of being babied. For a long time however she's been having to take care of herself, and though she's doing well, wants someone to look after her. Unfortunately since her surrender to the trials of attempting to love someone, the search seems to have run out of steam. Appearance: Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Blue, September 25, 2010, 12:41 am.
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| Corrupted | September 25, 2010, 12:59 am Post #2 |
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 Scarlet Rose Thorn18... Last year of high school. I was born in a small tigh knit family. I had no siblings, and my Father was constantly not home. You see, we lived in the poorest of places that you don't even want to name, when a murder happens on your street that's even on the news. That was my childhood enviorment, but my ill bed ridden mother tried to make it as normal as possible. She was extremely beautiful, her soft green eyes looked so kind, but somewhat mysterious. She had caramel colored hair, and it curled around her face like it was meant to be there. My Father had boring brown eyes, but if you looked closely his eyes had gold speckles in them. He claimed his hair was 'dark brown' my mom calls it ' very very very very very very dark brown hair ' and I just call it 'black.' I have always wondered why he wouldn't accept that. When I was the age of thirteen, my mother became so sick, we couldn't help her. We couldn't afford a doctor, and every day I cried my eyes out for I had to watch her slowly fade away before my eyes. She died in about a week. Father became depressed, but he said he had me and continued working. I knew he was faking being happy. To have 'more time to himself' he enrolled me in public school, like a slap in the face. My sheltered life turned for a twist. Drugs, weapons, raping, smoking, fights, you name it, it was there at my favorite Junior High: Black JH. I never wanted to be in the drama, so I stocked like a wallflower and everyone ignored me. Than that... ' five minutes later of extreme cussing ' came to our school. All the girls swarmed around him, the hot 'new kid' was his prefered nickname, and to make matters worse, I felt like he was stalking me. It grabbed a lot of attention from the populars, or the clan I just call 'bitches' and other little groups as I became from being just a wall flower, to into the spotlight. Sick of it, I had confonted the boy, and ended up losing my virginity. I never had any love or attraction towards guys again. When I turned sixteen, Father died of drug overdose, ' I told you he was lying ' and lying to the cops saying my 'aunt' lived near by, I packed all my things, gathered my savings and the rest of my dads, and bought an apartment away from that place. It just reeked of death. I had supported myself in a drug dealer job, ( I faked being 18 ) and even if I was in a slightly better neighborhood, on my way home I was always caught in some kind of fight. I had to defeat boy gangs, 5x1 sort of things, as I walked home tired from work, and it just gave me plenty of bruises. I enventually became oblivious to pain, and you'd have to be like a God to beat me up. At 17, I moved into a boarding high school, and lived in the room provided. Having nothingto do anymore, I had piano lessons and took boxing to take out my anger on something. My grades were a mixture of different A's. Life was good. Than I was invited to some stupid party about a year later, and I really had no choice but to accept. • I have eyes that are intelligent and mature. They are mysterious, and never show emotion. I don't cry, I have somewhat of a temper. My disgust of guys makes me give then glares, abd girls seem to worship me. I'm more of a listener than a talker, abd can lie straight to your face without faltering. I can fake emotions as if it was nothing. I don't talk much, but I take care of the people I care about. I'm depressed, so I like to be surrounded by people who ae happy to somewhat level me out. I like to sleep a lot, and I shut everyone out. I hate it when people worry about me. I can take care of myself. I have teal eyes, the color of a hawaiin beach, and long black eye lashes that love to make them pop out. My black hair comes right above my shoulders, and it frames my face where the closest strands are long abd curly. I'm slim and very pale, like I've never been touched by sunlight. Taller than most, I'm around 5'9" and have a nice build and masculine look that can at first if I try make people think I'm a guy. My skin in very delicate and soft even after years of beating, and it looks like I'm one of those girls who can't take care of herself. Your wrong. Currently searching for a picture.... |
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| Corrupted | September 25, 2010, 1:08 am Post #3 |
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She looks like this, but usually wears skinny jeans and tank tops. http://api.ning.com/files/diaImK5aKNkHQ6YELvG57QuzcMA1KSI-VrNdPlGiv*R5mgrWBZggAstv1aADNyACKpGSnZtoS5k8l7IQzHH1tR8QZeAmzgEt/emo_girl2.jpg |
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| Blue | September 25, 2010, 1:10 am Post #4 |
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Oooh, pretty  Ok, cool that's the OOC done. I'll make the first post now, unless you'd like to lead (I don't like leading lol - not very good at it.) Actually, I need to go have a shower; could you start the IC while I'm gone? *begs* Pweety Pwease?! lol 
Edited by Blue, September 25, 2010, 1:12 am.
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| Corrupted | September 25, 2010, 1:13 am Post #5 |
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Fine you complainer  Eat lots of soap 
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| Blue | September 25, 2010, 1:14 am Post #6 |
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Fine! I wil-- Wait wut? lol Thanks heaps! |
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| Corrupted | September 25, 2010, 1:15 am Post #7 |
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hehe your welcome Brendan
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| That Butler | March 18, 2011, 3:08 am Post #8 |
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