Post by rozenna on Feb 1, 2010 13:26:43 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Rozie
Are you over the age of 13?: Yes.
Have you read and understood all the rules?: I have.
In Character
Name: Rozennia von Farland
Age: 345
Gender: Female
Species: Night Crawler
Special Power: Extra Speed
Father: William von Farland
Mother: Constance von Farland
Sibling/s: None
Partner: None
Appearance: Rozennia measures only 5"2 in height, with a weight of 8 and a half stone. She is slim in body shape, although busty with very curved hips and a small waist, this is from corset waist training, compulsary for femae children of her class. Rozennia has two small circular scars on her face (one on her left cheek and the other just above her right eyebrow) from contracting chicken pox as a child. She has grey eyes, pale skin and ebony black hair which she always wears in a 1950's pin up style. Rozennia's lips, although naturally rosey, are always coated in rouge lipstick, and her eyes are framed by flicked eyeliner, she is never seen without make up.
Rozennia is very selective about what she wears. She is only interested in pencil skirts, wiggle dresses, corsets and ballgowns. Because of her short height, Rozennia prefers to wear heeled shoes to elevate herself. While wearing skirts and short dresses, she will also wear seamed tights, as she is extremely self concious of how her legs appear to others.
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Personality: Rozennia is an angry and secretive person, she always hated letting people know about what was going on in her life, thinking that her personal issues were inferior to everyone elses. When she was younger, Rozennia's few friends used to confide in her, telling her about their crushes, or about sneaking out at the weekend to see someone. Roz would keep everything bottled up, until the end of the day when she poured her heart and soul into her personal diary.
Not popular with other youths her age, Rozennia spent her teenage days in the city library reading everything from fiction stories to encyclopedias. She found haven in stories and her imagination, as no one offered intelligent conversation. This led her to become quiet stuck up to the lower classes, and this made her lose her friends and became heavily disliked.
Due to an incident that happened in her past, she became a very angry and disturbed girl, although she never showed it. Anything that she said to anyone was truthful and bitter, Rozennia never saw the point in lying to someone to make them feel better.
Roz can be a great friend, but she appreciates honesty, loyalty and patience.
Strengths: Although angry and broken, Rozennia manages to keep her emotions at bay. She also is very selective about who shes trusts as she hates being decieved.
Weaknesses: Rozennia hates letting people into her head, shes very defensive about letting down her guard, which chases away friends and others that care for her.
Mental Health: Mildly unstable
Likes: Reading and playing piano. She is very musically talented.
Dislikes: Most males, being tricked and liars.
Past: Rozennia was born and grew up into a middle class family. As an only child, she was spoilt by her parents and her servants. As she grew older she bore no resemblance to her father which triggered malicious rumours around her neighbourhood. Nasty comments from passers by in the streets deeply scarred her, causing her to cut off any unnecessary emotional ties to people.
By the time she was a teenager, her parents had moved and hired a tutor for Rozennia. She never liked him as he gave her bad feelings. He gradually started to make physical contact which resulted in her stabbing him with a letter opener. Her parents paid him so she would not get into trouble, but from then on she wouldn't allow anyone to teach her, and she certainly wouldn't trust anyone that gave her a bad vibe.
William sold Rozennia to a man that she despised when she was 18, and ran away before the night of the wedding. She wondered streets for many weeks with no word that anyone was looking for her. Feeling alone and unwanted, Rozennia was hurt even more by their carelessness, and roamed city streets without any hope of picking herself back up.
One winters evening, while sat alone in an alleyway, a well dressed man addressed her, claiming to know who she was and that he wanted to help her. Believing him, Rozennia followed him back to his home, where she was seduced and turned into a Night Crawler.
The male and herself wonderd the earth together as companions for a whole century, until he fell in love with a mortal that he was not willing to turn. Rozennia was furious and went after the human, but her creator had already taken her to safety.
Roz was left by herself, heartboken once again, with anger growing stronger and stronger inside her.
Sample Post: Roz woke up and rubbed her eyes. Her head was throbbing badly, trying to block out the already nightmare-ish world.
She groaned as she turned over and pushed herself to her knees, brushing the dust from her stomach and thighs away. She noticed a fresh cut just above her knees and cursed under her breath. Roz looked around for something that might have caused the injury, but only found an old map.
The sun shone into the broken car, almost blinding Rozennia, which just made her headache get worse.
"I hate my life." she sighed pulling herself out of the car window and balancing herself before contemplating moving. The dust on the ground always seemed worse in the heavy sun shine, it made is more difficult to see into the distance.
Rozennia wore worn out leather cowboy style boots, frayed shorts and a torn up dirty top. Her hair was always worn in a messy bun which would fall out every now and again.
There was a strange noise which rumbled in Roz's stomach. She sighed heavier as she began to walk along one of the desolate streets.
"Great." she muttered under her breath. Roz had never been good at hunting for her own food, that job had always been for... well... she was trying to forget about him.
Her feet led her to the shaded part of the side walk, in an attempt to keep her out of sight from anyone watching. Roz ran her hand along the crumbling building, humming softly to herself. She didn't feel threatened in the area that she was in, which usually meant she was safe.
After a while of walking even further, without the sign of vegetation or animals, she stopped reluctantly and listened.
There were voices in the distance which was unusual. She had only ever met two other survivors. Roz listened harder, and once she picked up a direction from which they were coming from, she sprinted towards them.
