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| Rosalyn Landor; The Profile | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 17 2009, 10:18 PM (270 Views) | |
| Violet | Feb 17 2009, 10:18 PM Post #1 |
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FIRST NAME: Rosalyn ~Middle Name: Lilly ~Nickname/Alias: Roz by close family, otherwise she prefers the formality of her full name LAST NAME: Landor ~Prefix: Miss GENDER: female AGE: 26 APPEARANCE: Brown hair, brown eyes, long, narrow nose, feminine figure ((I’ve not found many pictures of this actress, but I hope to find more of her in Victorian garb, which have got to be out there somewhere!))  ~Height: 5 feet, 8 inches ~Build: Lean, feminine, not very muscular ~Skin Tone: Cream, not dark ~Hair Colour: A burnt brown ~Eye Colour: Rich brown ~Face Claim: Rosalyn Landor (yes, my character is the same name as the actress) ~Accent/Phonetics: English accent, accentuated with fluty highlights when excited or exacerbated HISTORY: Rosalyn was born in her parent’s mansion in London on a stormy October night. Her mother’s labor was as wretched as the weather, and for 22 hours Mr. Landor fretted that both his wife and unborn child would be lost. And though the rains persisted for days on end, his wife’s ordeal ended with her good health and the coming of his first and only baby girl. Rosalyn was home tutored. Though most of her academic skills were acquired in her lessons, her most valuable knowledge (in her opinion) came from the learnings shared by her brothers. All three attended prestigious universities, becoming experts in matters of the law. How she did desired to travel to these places of higher thinking, and yet she settled for the vivid stories they shared when visiting home. It inspired her to take independence, and incidentally rents her own flat on her modest income. A simple place without the glamour of the mansion, but having all the basic luxuries she desires ~Family Member(s): Frederick and Alice Landor ~Spouse/Fiancé(e): None ~Love Interest: None PERSONALITY: A forward person, straight to the point. She would prefer not to dither with nonsense, especially in her developing career. Rosalyn is a quiet observer of the world around her. Her eyes are always searching. Rude whispers have echoed behind Rosalyn. She averts her eyes in public. She does not like inane chit-chat. It is a trait that has fascinated many gentlemen, but pestered many women. Nevertheless, she can be counted on. If given a task, she will do it. ~Quirks: When listening in, she often leans back and closes her eyes, often giving the impression that she’d not paying attention, Rosalyn has suffered from many a rude inquiry. Nevertheless, she finds that shutting out the visual world allows her to see words as clearly a painting. ~Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual ~Other: She’s a detective, or so hopes to be. Rosalyn craves answers. She wants to see the world right. She wants vengeance. She wants things solved, so that she might solve again. “Spruce!” From the sheets and sheets of rain came the call. So beaten was the cry by the torrid weather that they meshed into the earth, splashing inaudibly to the spongy grass. “Spruce!” it came again. It been hours. She was frightened. Where the devil had he gone? It was the sparrows that did it. Always the bloody sparrows, she thought without meaning it. She loved the birds. She loved them well. But for all that she loved them she hated Spruce’s fixation. He would never be good, and surely dark thoughts were behind his ears as he swished his tail by the window sill. And still she loved him. And still it rained. And dash her mother, she would find him. Rosalyn groped through the entryway closet for a throw. Only a pillowcase. There were better throws in the living room. Though the longer she waited, the more likely she’d be caught. The pillowcase would have to do. Throwing it over her head, she dashed outside and began to circle the Landor mansion. Years later, Rosalyn was still unsure what was worse. At the time she was 14, and just beginning to accept the cruelness of life, and so a small part of her had walked outside prepared. Prepared to find nothing, prepared to find him sick, or even at deaths door. But in all these visions, she’d expected to reach a conclusion in some long, drawn out time. And today she still questions what was worse; the image itself, or how unexpectedly quickly she’d come upon it. Rounding the porch of the mansion, she saw it. Oh so quickly, oh too quickly, she saw it all, and immediately understood. She’d often read of tragedy. One never understood it at first, even when encountering it with their own eyes. It sunk after denial. But the stories were all lies, for there was no misconception. No other things possible, no excused, just the naked reality of a feline, mulched, mangled, and nailed through the throat to the walls of the Landor Mansion. And so she has since quested to extinguish the unknown. SECRET WORD: rare avis |
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| Alandree | Feb 17 2009, 10:24 PM Post #2 |
 
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I'm so thrilled that you've joined Kelly. As I said before. I don't think I've actually seen you play a human character enough. But that shall soon change!! I loved that RP sample. Very haunting. Welcome to OM!! ACCEPTED! |
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