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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:49 pm
.you must love me.
This post is the introduction to a ninety thousand gold quest for Rosalie Bennet, a young Angelic Layer fan. heart Please post with your opinions, Rosalie will be quite happy to hear them, okay?
So far, we have:
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.1intro
.2words from rosalie
.3rosalie bennet, the fan
.4madeleine, the angel
.5art collection
.6reserve
.7reserve
.8reserve
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:51 pm
.you must love me.
Dear Diary;;
Today I was going to school. I walked with Kira-la and Shay-la, who were going on and on and on about 'angels' and 'angelic layers'. Kira-la wanted to know if I would design a dress for his "Angel". I said no, because school is just starting up again and I'm so busy! But Shay ganged up on me with Kira, and tomorrow we are going to go to the shop where you get 'Angels', and they say they are going to buy me an Angel for my birthday.
Kira-la said, if I argue, he's going to beat me up. I think I won't argue.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:53 pm
 .you must love me.
name
M. Rosalie Bennet
nickname
Rose, Rosalie-na, Oz
age
12
gender
female
race
human
parents
mother- Mary Bennet (deceased)
father- John Bennet
siblings
none
interests
Dolls, gardening, baking
likes
Dolls, flowers, cakes and candies, water, the beach, books, guro fashion, chunky heels, black fabric, ribbons, lace, bows, dirt
dislikes
dead things, wilting, blood, pain, unkemptness, bad flower arrangements
fears
disfigurement, injury, rejection, doctors, crowds, small spaces
personality
Rosalie is, for lack of better words, shy. Whether this is due to the isolated way she was raised, or just a by-product of her father's notoriety, she gets extremely quiet around large groups of people. Most of her communication is restricted to smiles, frowns, blushes and monosyllables. This makes it hard to get a strong grip on the sort of personality she has, at least openly, simply because there is no information to go off of. Most of what people can know about her without actively making an effort is determined by her choice of friends. The vast majority of them will be bigger, stronger, smarter or more talented than her, and all of them will certainly be more talkative.
Rosalie's hobbies say a great many things about her. She enjoys gardening- only flowers- and going to the beach. Her collection of Asian ball-jointed dolls is unparalleled, numbered at over thirty on last count (the larger part of the types available on the internet and through stores). She likes to read, and to listen to music. She is not very active because of a hole between the right and left ventricles of her heart that causes substantial problems. An especial favorite hobby of hers; secrets.
Secrets, to Rosalie, are the lifeblood of the world. Everyone is motivated by them, and secrets are what makes everything work. It's her goal to understand everything, and thus she must know all the secrets without giving away any of her own. It is, perhaps, the reason why she is so quiet.
She has an aversion to loud noise and large crowds- think of all the secrets and knowledge she is losing out of- and doesn't like it when things wilt or die, perhaps even fears it. Blood, just the sight or smell of it, makes her extremely light-headed. Rosalie is deathly afraid of disfigurement and healers, two very unfortunate fears as she is especially prone to getting sick or injured. She fears crowds and large spaces; she is also terrified of the dark. Those are all secrets she will never tell.
appearance
Rosalie's blue-black hair is completely natural, as are her champagne-colored eyes. Usually, she keeps her long hair in pigtails, with long bangs and two sections hanging free in front of her ears. Her hair will always be bound back with large bows that match her outfit. Her skin is porcelain-pale and nearly translucent in its clarity; she has no visible scars, birthmarks, freckles or moles. This is because of a strict cleaning regimen involving many anti-acne treatments, though she is only twelve and doesn't really need to worry about all that yet. She wears makeup, and wears it well, with the finesse of someone who's had long practice, but she doesn't wear it thickly or gaudily.
In clothing, Rosalie prefers monochrome and pastels. Her usual colors are black, white, pale pink and dark red; sometimes, however, she wears baby blue or gold. Her clothes are usually very lacey and harken to the elaborate costumes of Victorian England. She generally wears knee-high boots that lace up the front in black or white, or else platform mary janes in colors that match her dress. Like any good girl who cares for her complexion, she wears hats or bonnets on bright days, or else carries a parasol. In her purse or bag- selected, of course, to match her outfit- she carries about two or more dolls, but her favorite is a sheet-ghost named Aki that she made herself.
Rosalie is very frail in appearance. Her eyes are almost never completely open, and it's only her skill with her makeup that lets her appear healthy enough to be cute. She spends much of her time coughing, but she tends to hide it well. Because she gets sick so easily, she despises winter and tries not to spend too much time outside.
history
Rosalie was born on a sunny day at home, tended by a midwife and two Healers that her father, a wealthy movie producer, had called in, because that was the way his wife, an actress, wanted it. Other than the expected complications from the home birth, it was an easy birth- something that did not set the tone for the first few years of her life.
Right away after her mother returned to work, problems started to occur; Rosalie's nursemaid noted that at times, she stopped breathing and at others she had an extremely abnormal heart rate. X-rays at a hospital on the continent revealed that Rosalie had a hole in her heart- something that could not be properly or permanently fixed, even by magic. She was three years old, and confined to the inside of her father's Brighton estate until a more permanent solution could be found.
Even then, she was not neglected. Her father doted on her, her mother returned at least once a month to visit for a weekend, and she had plenty of playmates. And, if all else failed, Rosalie had the dolls her mother routinely sent her from China, Korea and Japan. Though she had no pets, or even any friends made on her own, Rosalie was happy.
When Rosalie was eight years old, her mother called and they talked, as they normally did, and Rosalie asked if her mother would be home in time for her birthday. Her mother sighed, and didn't answer, instead changing the subject to the newest doll she had sent. By the time her birthday rolled aorund, Rosalie was not even expecting her mother to show up. Of course she hoped, but she wasn't surprised when her mother didn't show up. The next morning, she learned why; the plane her mother had been flying on had gone down over Siberia on its way back from Korea, two nights before. No one had found it until early last night. Her mother was dead- as well as everyone else on that flight.
Her father was devastated, blaming everyone and everything- the drunken pilot, her mother for attempting to come home through a storm, but most of all (though he would never say such to her) he blamed Rosalie, for pushing her mother into trying to come back. He was no more depressed than Rosalie, who shut herself into her room and wouldn't come out.
Gone were the days of happy bliss. She spent all her time in her room, ignoring those who came to wish her well and for an eventual recovery. The only person she would allow in to speak to her was her mother's priest, Asmadai Riffael. With her father's cold shoulder, and the sudden absence of everyone that had surrounded her growing up, he became her one and only friend.
Once she was old enough to attend a middle school, she was shipped out to boarding school. Far away from Asmadai and all her dolls, she had to make friends with other people her age. It was easiest with those she used to play with, but they had grown apart; it seemed to her that they lived spoiled, sheltered lives. Instead she favored friendships with scholarship students and those whose fathers were gritty realists. She met Kira Mikhailov and Shay Redmond-Mikhailov there, and became great friends with the two of them. Kira was the son of a prestigous sitcom star, and Shay was his cousin- once a scholarship student who became a regular student through his mother's sudden windfall.
Life seemed to be going okay for a while- going to church on Sunday, school from Monday to Saturday- until her friends introduced her to Angelic Layer. Though she has not yet acquired a doll of her own, she is looking forward to her twelfth birthday, when her two friends say they will get her her very own Angel...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:55 pm
.you must love me.
This is where quest arts for Rosalie and Madeleine will go.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:00 pm
.you must love me.
ReserveForm Custom FormUsername: zigeunerweisen` Artist: Chi Sohma Type of Custom: Regular? Deus Age: 12 Deus Name: M. Rosalie Bennet Deus Gender: Female Cosplay?: Nope Ref Pictures: Included in each section Hair: Long bangs, a loose longer section, and pigtails as seen here in black Eyes: Champagne-colored, like thisSkin: Very pale, pinkish Expression: I don't particularly care Pose: something like the third picture (first fullbody) down on this pageOutfit: (Pictures helpful) Like this, including gloves Personality you want to come across: Shy, wimpy, childish Accessories: Baby doll? like rag doll Anything else?: Not really, no.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:02 pm
.you must love me.
the .you must love me. playlist lostprophets .what if we could. blue october .hate me. blue october .the boy who blocked his own shot. brand new .vindicated. dashboard confessional .one. apocalyptica .in memoriam. apocalyptica .welcome home (sanitarium). apocalyptica .swimming. emilie simon .opium. emilie simon .space oddity. emilie simon cover .grainules d'etoile. emilie simon
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 5:03 pm
.you must love me.
Reserve
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