Post by Rosalind Decor on Mar 6, 2009 9:30:56 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;Rosalind Juliette Decor;
nickname;Rozzie (pronounced Roh-zee);; Rose Red (due to her resemblance to the chracter); Beauty (Rosalind means beautiful red rose and decor means pretty)
birthday;5th June;
age;18;
sexual orientation;Straight;
job;Chorus Girl;
class;Lower Middle;
Canon;no;
;; appearance
general;; Rosalind has a waif like figure; she is tall and very slim and flat chested, she moves with the grace of a dancer, her feet barely making an noise as she walks. She is aproximatly 5'8 and weighs around 8 stone, many people suspect she does not eat enough but never say but prfer to edge around the subject. Her skin is smoth and soft and has the complexion of a porcelein doll; she even has the pink cheeks too. Her hands are small with longish fingers, they have a gentle touch to them, despite its slight roughness, that they have gained from her years of hard work.
Rosalind does not think she is beautiful, or even pretty, sometimes she thinks plain is even a strech for her, she does not see those large intelligent warm brown eyes that are the only things that give away her emotion, or how they are framed with long dark thick lashes, which would catch any tears that could fall. She has a small straight nose, slightly upturned at the end, and a rosey pink mouth, with is slightly pouty, when she smiles or talks she has white even teeth. Her cheeks have a pink tinge to them. She has long dark hair which shines even in dimlight which framed her heart shaped face and gently touches her long neck.She also smells faintly flower like, for reasons completly unknown to her as she rarely put on perfume as she can not afford it
favorite;;Rosalind likes her hair the most, because she can not pretend that it is not soft and a good security blanket sometimes. it also is how she can hide from the word, she just tips her head forward and lets the long hair cover her face so she can stop the pretence of keeping up an appearance
hate;; Rosalind does not like many things about herself, but she hates her flat chest, as some people tend to make comments and often assume she isyounger than she is. Meaner people have commented that she looks like a boy, if it were not for her femminie face and elegance of her walk
heritage;; Rosalinds mother was English and her father is french, her mother upon meeting her father ran away to france within disobeying her parents wishes
ethnicity;Caucasion;
;; personality
general;;Rosalind is a sweet, shy and gentle girl, and due to this she only applied to be a chorus girl despite her talents, she hates to stand out from the crowd and she hates it when the teacher suggests she dance a solo; she is too scared.
Break into her surface and Rosalind is a loving girl, probably due to being one of the oldest siblings in her family, so she has had years of being a second mother to her younger sisters, and their primary carer once her mother died. Still she is loving to a fault and is often pushed around by stronger people, but although not physically strong she is emotionally strong due to her past. she is found to be geerous, in both gifts and advice and is ready to listen to any problem, although sometimes her advice backfores, and sometimes they say she is bossy, or stupid, but this is due to her inexperiance.
Rosalind is also intelligent and dreams of being to be able to show this somehow, she is quick witted, she is constantly reading or writing.
Due to her reading and writing Rosalind has an active imagination and often drifts off to her dream world to the high annoyance to her teachers. She is a dreamer and dreams of falling in love and somehow her family, her full family, would be together again
Due to her past Rosalind can be very clingy to the people she gets clsoe to and worries non stop about them, which has a tendancy to interupt her sleep, but try as she might she can never stop.
She is thought to be stubborn and "high and mighty" by some, this maybe because she refuses to engage into some of the activities that some girls of her age engage in, this is due to her strong Christian beliefs
hobbies;; Rosalind has many hobbies, one of them is obviously reading, but she also likes to write, sometimes its her own story, sometimes its her own take on books shes read.
But she also likes to sing and dance and only when she is alone is when her talent comes out. her strangest hobby is dress making, although she is not ecspecially skilled at it she enjoys the soothing feeling she gets while she does it.
dislikes;; Cruel people who puts others down
The cold, due to her thin frame she gets cold easily
performing alone infront of a crowd
the unknown - she wants to have answers, she needs to know answers
Spiders and most bugs
Competitiveness
Confrontations
Seperartion from those whom she loves
likes;;Despite her dislike of cold rosalind likes winter, as snow has a tendancy to beautify everything
She also likes reading any books as it lets her escape the world
She loves the sun and warmth it feels sometimes like it is hugging her
Cats- she used to have one when she was younger and she likes how they are so loving towards her
Dancing, it makes her feel free and alive, she can dance her troubles away
She likes writing as it is also an escape
Fears;; The unknown
Pain- she has felt enough of that
Rejection ~ maily from her sisters and father if she saw them again
Secrets;; That her father is not actually dead, he has dissapeared
She has not cried since before her mother died
She has no idea of where her sisters are
She hates her brother for deserting them to become a preist and is now ignoring her constant letters
Sha had to steal to keep her family alive
She believes the phantom is still around and she wants to contact him
;; origins
general;;
Rosalind was born in france in a medium sized house just outside of paris, her mother was a lead dancer at the Opera populaire and her father was a writer, some of his work was translated into opera work. Rosalind was the second oldest, after her brother Francis. She was much ignored by her father who who wanted a boy, but her mother adored her.
Rosalind was named after the ROmeo and Juliette character, the one who ROmeo initially liked, in her mothers eye Rosalind was admired by many, she just did not know it, her second name came from the female lead in the same play.
When Rosalind was seven her sister Amelie was born and Rosalind, although pushed more into the background than ever loved the girl, she was sunny and cheerful and also had a smile ready for anything. Two years later another girl Clarisse was born, like Amelie she was bright and cheerful. The happy family setting carried on for 5 years untill her brother left to go to a become a priest and then a year later, when Rosalind was 15 her mother became ill and died within the year.
Her father got trapped on a cycle of drinking and Rosalind had to look after her younger sisters while sending out pleas to her brother to return, if not for her then for her sisters and father. The replies were always no. Then, exactly a year after her mother died, when Rosalind was 16 her father dissapeared and she looked after her sisters while resorting to having to beg and sometimes steal some food to keep the family alive. 6 month after her father dissapeared Rosalind informed the council of what was happening and her sisters were taken away from her and she got a job at the Opera House
parents;father Louis Decor (missing, presumedd ead by some)
mother; Jane Decor (nee Dashwood)
siblings;;Brother: Ewan (25)
Sisters: Amelie aged 9
Clarisse, aged 7
other;;
;; roleplaying
from another site
Elizabeth was at the end of the coridoor, and it loomed out infront of her, the long white walls and ceiling seemed to travel on for miles, every step she took seemed to make the end seem futher away, but she had to go on, she just had to.
How many times had she been down this way before? She walked up and down this same coridoor countless times whilst she worked there giving all the children cakes and buiscuits, holding their hand as they talked. The children loved her, she was their second mummy, who came there after their mothers had left to go home. But never had the coridoor seemed so long, so daunting, so defeating.
It was different now, she was not seeing any child, it was her little sister, her little Amelie, who was there dying.
She had dealt with death before, just over a year ago her mother died in the very same hospital, due to some drunk driver who was speeding, her mother had no chance of survival, and she died, despite the doctors best effort, she died, an hour after the operation holding Elizabeth's hand her mouth parted as she finished saying 'I love you'
But it felt even worse now, this was Amelie, her little five year old, the 17 year old Elizabethr remembered holding Amelie a few minutes after she was born, she was the first person to hold the little girl, it was Elizabeth who named her Amelie, ELizabeth who would sometimes comfort the baby while her mother slept, exhuasted from her day.Elizabeth was the first person to hold the baby Amelie, now she would also be the last
Lost in thougt, Elizabeth realised she had approached Amelies room and she walked inside, Amelie opened her beautiful green eyes and smiled weakly "Bethy" she said and tried to sit up Elizabeth pushed her gently down, she wanted to hold the frail figure, to hug all the illness away then she could take Amelie home and they could be an almost happy family again. Amelie looked as if she was about to cry
"Shhhhh" she soothed stroking Amelie's dark hair "Not now my baby" she hugged her sister tightly and she felt Amelies thin arms around her neck. "You don't have to be brave for me, sweetie" she said in her ear, then stepped back
Amelie nodded "I'm going to see mummy aren't I, thats what the doctor said" there was a look of tragic understanding in the 5 year old's eyes as she slowly reached out, using what little strength she had and took Elizabeth's hand, Elizabeth kissed Amelies small fingers pushing the tears back
Elizabeth nodded "Yes" she nodded again "Yes", tears welled up, she had cried since before her mother died and now tears were threatening"I'll miss you, sweetie, I'll miss you so much" she gave a shakey sigh
"I'm going to miss you Bethy" came Amelies weak little voice "I don't want to go, why can't mummy come here?" then as if she forgot the whole conversation "I'm going to see mummy, aren't I"
"Peace and quiet and open air
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Hold my hand and we're half way there" Elizabeth sang, it was the first thing that came to her head, she used to sing to Amelie every night, even when she wes at a friends house, Elizabeth made sure she had sang to her sister. She wanted to hold her sister better, to picker her up and cuddle her, but she was afraid of damaging her frail frame, of bringing her death a little closer.
Amelie was so weak and her strength was dimishing, talking weared her out, Elizabeth suspected, and she just wanted her big sister there now. Amelie nodded so Elizabeth kept on singing
"Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream"
But she kept on thinking of another song, well more than one, one was from Evita "You're little body slowly breaking down" another one was Arms of an Angel. There was nothing they could do for the beautiful little girl now, all they had to do was wait. Her father was barely with his dying daughter and he did not accompany Elizabeth other to sister Jane and Kate, who were both younger than Elizabeth.
"Drift on a river
That flows through my arms
Drift as I'm singing to you
I see you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you, I'm smiling, too" she finished her song and realised that Amelie had passed gently and easily as if she fell asleep, but only she would never wake up, she was with their mother now, and there was no more pain for Amelie.
"You never know dear, how much I love you" she sang quietly, then kissed her dearest sister on the head "So don't take my sunshine away"
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;; behind the character
name;Lissy.Du;
age;17;
gender;Female;
years roleplaying;6;
location;England;
How You found us;; through my cousins Chars site
