☆xxxxxxxThe basics of forestry are the seeds. xxxxxxxCharacter Basics
Name Rosalin Fletcher
Nickname Rosie
Gender Female
race Human
Age 19
Birthday December 12
Country of Origin United States
☆xxxxxxxAmong trees, perfection and imperfection are equals.
xxxxxxxPhysical Characteristics
Appearance Rosie is a beautiful young woman, with strawberry blonde hair and oddly dark, almost reddish eyes. She looks like she's always thinking about something, but what that is, no one can seem to pin down.
Height 5'4
Weight 120 lbs
Hair Strawberry blonde, but with a free, wild style.
Eyes A deep, rather odd shade of near red. They appear brown at first glance.
Oddities There's really nothing odd except for her eye color. In direct light, they seem like garnet, but for the most part, just look brown. It's the light that exposes that strange color.
☆xxxxxxxEvery ring is another level of experience, every knot a tribute to the past.
xxxxxxxSpecial Traits
Abilities Rosie can be very intuitive to other people's emotions and to the imprint emotions have left on an area. To some degree, it makes her psychic to residual spiritual energies. She has some telekinetic powers, but nothing truly honed that they could be regarded as amazing. Everything about Rosie's abilities are a bit haphazard and untamed.
History "I was pretty normal for most of my life. Even when the hormones and hell of middle school hit, everything was fine deep down. It wasn't until I hit high school that all the magic started to come out of me, like a champagne bottle uncorked. Things would disappear in front of me, and reappear when I needed them. I would hear people's thoughts as if in regular conversation, and it wasn't until they gave me a freaked out look that I knew they hadn't said anything at all. I could feel their little shock, and it wasn't just them that I could pick up on; I could feel sadness, happiness, whatever strong emotion had entered a place just by being there. Sometimes I could even pick up on spiritual energies. I don't like talking to the dead, though, especially when they're just playing out like a movie in front of me. I cut that part out. It was frightening, and still is, but back then, I took out my fear and frustrations on anything I could. I could cope that way.
People learned not to like me, and to just stay away. Even teachers knew enough not to get into a fight with me. I was in the college mindset way before I could actually go, was already an adult with the things I was dealing with. No one could understand. Not even my parents could, and they didn't really want to.
My family was pretty sedate until I started acting up. The magic in my blood had been subdued for so many generations that I guess it blossomed in me. My father decided that because I was some freakish, magical child that all my accomplishments must have been achieved through cheating, or done by some other dark work. We began speaking to each other out of civility towards the end of freshman year. Now we just fight, or say nothing at all.
My mother began to become afraid of me, flinching whenever I got mad. She couldn't relate to me anymore, simply because I could do things she couldn't. I figured it might have been a jealousy factor, but no. Mom just didn't know what to do with her child that had inherited something she could only dream of.
I could feel him resent me. I could feel her confusion and sometimes helplessness.
One day, I blew up at everyone. I couldn't take it anymore, and demanded a way out. Either I honed this gift or got rid of it. And that's when my parents told me about Grove, about there being another realm, and of the bloodlines mixing. All it took was a few minutes of that before I applied to Grove, knowing in my heart they wouldn't turn me away. No sooner had I sent out my application did I begin packing, only to sit there in a near empty room for weeks until I found out my fate.
Not like they would have missed the opportunity to bring in another 'talented' individual. Grove's a place the world knows about and is fascinated with. I was, too.
Some more waiting, and I was off. Off to Grove, to my destiny maybe, and out to find answers to these strange abilities. I'm not even sure if I want them or not, but regardless, I've changed because of all this. I'm going to keep my mouth shut and listen to the world instead of trying to bite its head off. I'm going to try and be nice to people. Because, really, how many stupid people can there be in a community full of magic and things beyond my wildest dreams?"
Personality Rosie is a mix of things. Confusion, insecurity, arrogance. One part of her is aggressive to hide the other side she doesn't want people to know of. But behind it all, she can be a very compassionate person with an understanding of suffering.
Talents Rosie's a wonderful artist. She's done some rather abstract work, as well as some illustrations.
Weaknesses Rosie can be very arrogant. If you've given her no reason to respect you, she'll be very prone to finding a flaw and holding it against you. It can be all about proving and redeeming yourself in her eyes, unless for some reason you strike her as intriguing. All the negativity is generally kept inside, though, save for some moments when her biting tongue runs away with her.
Though, when Rosie isn't feeling aggressive, she's very introverted. Never having anyone to relate to, she's learned to keep her problems to herself for fear people might be afraid of her and exile her for being a freak. It's rather difficult to truly get to know her.
☆xxxxxxxFaces lay hidden in the leaves.
xxxxxxxAbout the Player
Username ...you didn't see who wrote the post? D:
Post Color Dis color.
Nickname Dev, if y'all want.
Theme First Train Home by Imogen Heap
