Post by Rose Graham on May 24, 2010 0:35:16 GMT -4
ROSE NICHOLE GRAHAM
....the mask
Your Name: Audrey, or just Aud
Where did you find us?: Somebody replied to my want ad on Proboards Support. Thanks!
How long have you been roleplaying?: Almost 6 years
Password: [admin edit!]
...basic character information
Birth Name: Rose Nichole Graham
Nickname
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Birth date: June 30
Program: Bachelor of Science
Major: Medicine/Medication
Animal Identity: Gray Wolf
...personality
Likes:
- Brain Teasers: Rose loves to test her knowledge, whether it is a crossword problem or a way to improve a medicine.
- Forests: Though flower gardens and manicured lawns are nice, Rose loves the harsh wildness and closeness of the forest natures.
- Meat: For a strange, almost horrifying reason, Rose craves meat more than other things (closely followed by chocolate.)
- Reading: On a bad day, or just when boredom creeps in, Rose loves to curl up with a book.
- Winter: Something about snow falling, silent footsteps, warm fires and hot cocoa draws Rose to a closer love of this season.
- Control: When put in groups, Rose likes to be the one in control, and she likes it by herself, because she doesn't work well with others in a group.
- Crushes: No matter what Rose looks/seems like on the outside, she is a little girl at heart; seeing a cute guy makes her heart flutter, though it is hard for her to admit it.
- Vegetables: Rose has always had a taste for the greens; she doesn't mind her broccoli, and asparagus is almost candy to her.
- Observing: Sometimes Rose just likes to blend into the background and watch the world go by; it helps her understand where she stands in life, whatever cheesy philosophy that is.
- Friends: Friends forever. When somebody accepts Rose, it just makes her happy and warm inside, and she tries to never let go.
Dislikes:
- Heat: The heat makes her hot and itchy and just so claustrophobic that is is just plain uncomfortable.
- Guns: Playing around with guns, hunting and all that, just doesn't fit Rose's beliefs; she thinks it is just downright wrong.
- Fruits: She's never had a taste for the tangy-sweet fruits, some of their taste too strong; but she will eat them, if she really needs food.
- Whiners: Those who feel the need to complain should just leave or suck it up.
- Velcro: Some people call it the best invention next to sliced bread--Rose calls it annoying little devils that get caught in everything.
- Rules: Rules are here to help, let you grow, blah blah blah--can anybody say limits?
- Homework: Rose loves school, and learning and all that jazz, but homework just kills (mostly because she forgets a lot of the time).
- Show-Offs: Yes, you can do it, but thirty-two times in a row gets old; Rose can't stand when people do things just to get the attention of others, and try to get praise from it.
- Mornings: Rose is definitely not a morning person; she does not get up easily, and in the few moments before the alarm goes off, she dreams of smashing it.
- Flying: Being in airplanes just gives Rose a huge sense of vertigo; she needs solid ground under her feet, or water to swim in.
Fears:
- Death: Leaving everything behind to an unknown just isn't that promising.
- Drowning: Rose loves to swim, but there is always that lurking fear of the slow death that awaits a bad swimmer.
- Paralyzed: It is a terrifying thought to her at the thought of being confined to a wheelchair, with little freedom for anything, and having to start all over in learning how to do simple tasks.
Strengths:
- Medicine: Rose has always had a love for medicine, curing things and making better the wounds unseen on the inside. She's always had a talent to know what is needed for a certain thing at the right time.
- Determination: Whenever something is needed, or wanted, Rose won't stop until it's done; she needs to feel accomplished, or just doesn't want to feel like a slacker.
- Observance: Rose often stands in the background, and is really good at catching the little things, knowing what is all around her, what is dangerous and not.
Weaknesses:
- Bossy: Since Rose thinks she is really good at medicine, and she sometimes is, she takes that a little too much at times; she claims she knows more than others, even the teachers sometimes, which proves for interesting experiencing.
- Impatience: Though Rose tries to accomplish a lot, when things don't go as well as planned, she gets a little ornery; things must get done, and fast, and her way.
- Paranoid: Not the "I heard voices" paranoid, but in the sense that she has to have a constant feel of what is going on around her; 'ignorance is bliss' does not apply to Rose.
Overall: [400 words minimum]
"If you notched up Rose's emotions one level, she would be considered clinically bipolar."
-Elise, ex-best friend in 5th grade
Though this isn't the exact truth, it wouldn't be a lie to say that Rose's emotions . . . range. But the thing is, they range between the same few. But, she always gets herself into the same situations.
Rose is one to take charge, to want control, to make sure things go the exact way she wants. Since she is an only child, she is used to it being that way. So when she gets in groups, she naturally tries to get things to go her way. Sometimes she tries to do it nicely, though sometimes she gets so frustrated she pushes it.
Since she has always liked to be in control, she struggled in the social area as a child. When she sat next to somebody in school, and they had a better set of Crayons, she would demand it, not caring how much they resisted and whined. And she didn't understand why people didn't like her. Rose even stood up to the teachers sometimes, telling them that they were "doing the lesson all wrong." She got frustrated easily as a child (and a few times now). But when one girl had enough courage to enter the life of Rose, it changed Rose forever.
When one girl taught her what a friend is, Rose immediately saw how horrible she had been. This was around second grade. So starting over was a little hard. Well, event though Rose tries, it is often hard to get into her "circle of trust and friendship." She feels like she has to know the person enough to like them, even if it is just a table friend. But to be honest, Rose is a good friend. She is just not quick to be one. She loves going places with friends and hanging out with them. Rose likes to please those who she's accepted. It's a complicated process, but a surprising many have made it through. Well, to be completely honest, Rose is getting softer as she grows up, realizing that being a rock won't get her through life as best as she thought it would.
One thing that Rose cares about most is her inclination to medical needs. She mostly likes working with medications, working out how they work, what needs to be tweeked to make things better. She once tried to study more hospital things like surgery and things related to that, and she didn't do so well in that class. Cutting things open and then trying not to kill them while trying to fix them just isn't her forte. So she sticks with the ointments and medications. She will occasionally help with outside cuts and ailments, but that is simple first-aid stuff.
Rose has a, guess what, temper. She often gets irritated, for many reasons, but she often shows it differently. Sometimes she will lash out and get angry at all those around her; sometimes she will just boil on the inside, fuming about everything related to that one irritating thing and then when something little happens, that is when she lashes out--with a little bigger force. The thing is, she often takes it out on those that she thinks are smaller than her. Those who won't really resist anything coming to them.
In the affairs of the heart, Rose is completely lost. She can control her friends, her school work, and almost everything else, except her heart. Rose never knows when a cute guy will walk in and she'll catch her breath. But she can't stand it, as she can't stand loose ends of a project. It is something she can't control, can't make sure it stays in place. So when she feels like she is in love, she shuts it out. She doesn't want to be caught up in the 'girly stupidity' she sees overcome girls with little crushes. But Rose has never been overtaken with a guy. Either it has never happened, or she forces it not to happen.
Often sitting in the background, Rose likes to take in her surroundings, observe everything that is going on. She loves to make sure she knows what is good and what is bad, what is dangerous and what is safe, what should be avoided and what can be touched upon. She doesn't like to make mistakes, so this is a constant hobby.
Now, don't judge Rose as the snotty, harsh girl with no mercy. She can be really nice. She just needs a reason too. Whenever the world goes bland, she automatically sets back into her 'impassive' observing mode. When this happens, it takes a bit to snap her out of it. Good thing? When she's in a good mood, she's in a good mood! You might even hear her humming as she walks.
Rose is her name: beautiful outside, sharp thorns underneath.
...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Alexis Bledel
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Let's start with the human:
Rose has never been vain. Only sometimes does people telling her she looks cute get to her head. And it is true. Rose is a pretty girl. Standing at about 5'7", and relatively skinny, she has no need to complain about her size. She has long brown-ish hair that sometimes falls curly, sometimes just falls in a blob. She does care about her hair, and often spends the majority of her time in the morning just making it look presentable. Her eyes are a vibrant blue, always seeming to shine with some emotion. Her usual eye make-up makes her eyes seem to be rimmed with black, a little more unnatural than just eyeliner. A modest nose and full lips complete her face.
In terms of fashion, Rose is neither lazy nor obsessed. Yes, she likes to look good, but she doesn't stand in front of the mirror for three hours changing outfits and making sure she has the right one. Rose will wear jeans to skirts, shirts to sweaters, and everything in between. She has no real preference, as long as it is comfortable and doesn't make her look horrible. Though she does love jeans, if she had to choose. Who doesn't love a comfy pair of denim jeans? Since she was a child, Rose has gotten nicer clothes. So though she doesn't care much, she still does care, you know, a little. Oh, and give her some sunglasses and she will be happy.
Something about Rose's past appearance is that she went through a period when she wasn't sure about what hair color to choose. Within a period of two months she had gone from black to brown to black-brown to dirty blond to blond. It wasn't the best few months of her life. She decided to just go back to brown, simple brown subtle lowlights.
Now, let's get to the wolf, yes?
When Rose shifts, her animal self is a gray wolf. The wolf, like herself, is neither large nor small. There are a variety of colors in the coat. Dark grays and blacks cover the top of the body, and fading into light grays and white on the bottom of the muzzle and the underbelly. Light brown pops up here and there. The eyes, like as when she is human, are a blue, though a more murky blue than the human eyes; they are rimmed with black.
As mentioned, the wolf isn't an abnormal size. About 3' tall and 4.5' in length, she is among the average. A thick coat covers the whole body, well, except the nose and pads. It is made to fit winter climates. Put on a bushy tail and you have a Rose-wolf.
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...history
Parents: Jane and William Harding
Siblings: ----
[400 words minimum]
Jane and William had a cute high school relationship, and it carried into adulthood, where they were married young. They were excited for a happy life together, having kids and growing old together. There was just one problem. Jane couldn't have kids. Or so the doctor said.
Well, silly doctor, you were wrong. After fifteen kid-less years of marriage, Jane, after grieving so long for her bad luck, was shocked when she found out she was pregnant. UTTERLY shocked. She couldn't call William fast enough. Actually, both of them were doubting it, until they went into the first ultrasound, and there was little Rose. But Jane had a very hard pregnancy. She got very sick, and had to be confined to a bed a lot sooner than she should have been. But, in all truth, she didn't mind. They were having a kid. And during labor, it was tough, and the doctors said the baby could have possibly taken Jane's life. So, when the little girl came out, they thought of the perfect name: Rose. Beautiful, but dangerous.
Well, people say an only child is spoiled. Well, can you imagine Rose, not only an only child, but a seemingly miracle child. So, you know, she was spoiled. That is probably why she turned out as . . . controlling? as she is. But Jane and William refused to open their eyes to it. Even when her kindergarten teacher kindly told them that Rose was scaring off some of the children in the class, it didn't phase them. So little Rose went on being . . . well, little Rose. Bossy and wanting.
But one day, in second grade, a little Tennessee girl name Marie came up to Rose and asked to sit by her. Rose allowed, and they started doing their work. Rose looked over and and saw Marie's silver pen and wanted it. Marie calmly told Rose that it was hers and she couldn't have it, and Rose already had a pretty purple pencil. Rose insisted, and Marie resisted. It was the beginning of a multiple-grade friendship, and Marie taught Rose to be a better friend and how she wasn't being very nice to people. So that is how Rose learned to not be such a, to put it simply, jerk.
One week, her parents were both sick. They couldn't figure out what it was, so Rose took down all of their medicine bottle and read off the symptoms until they pinpointed something that could maybe help. Since that small act, she has been fascinated with medications and their effects.
So life got better. Sure, Rose was still spoiled, and she still wanted to be better, but it wasn't so much. She learned how to get what she wants, but still be a good person while doing it. Meeting Marie turned her life around. But so did leaving Marie.
Sixth grade was almost over, and Marie and Rose were still best of friends. Then, one day, when they were sitting in front of Marie's house, Marie quietly told her that they were moving back to Tennessee. Rose felt her heart tear. Her was the girl who made her a better person, her best friend, and she was leaving. She couldn't take it. She ran all the way back to her house (four blocks) and barged in the house. Both her parents were gone working, so she ran upstairs and locked herself in her room. She sat sobbing by the bed, and then something strange happened. She felt this hot spot in her, something that seemed to be throbbing. Rose had stopped sobbing, but her body was still shaking. She wiped her face, and she felt fur. Looking down at her hand, she screamed when there was a paw instead. She jumped up, then immediately fell down on all fours. Within seconds, she was staring at a wolf in her mirror. She wanted to scream, but it only came out in growls and howls. Then she got this intense craving. Craving for . . . meat, for blood, to run somewhere. But there was only one problem. Locked doors plus no thumbs does not end well. After five minutes at scratching at the door, and another ten minutes of banging up against it, her wolf self became tired. Exhausted. Beat. Her room was a mess, and she had no clue what was going on. Finally, she laid down in the middle of the room and whimpered. Then she closed her eyes and calmed the burning, throbbing spot inside of her.
When her parents came home half an hour later, they knocked on her door, wondering if she was there. It was opened by a bruised and battered Rose, the room behind her in total chaos. Her mother screamed, but William just looked defeated. He sat down both of the girls and tried to calmly explain to both of them the concept of shifting. Jane was furious, wondering why her husband never casually mention that he could turn into a lion. Rose just sat there, staring at the wall, wondering when she was going to wake up. William just kept muttering "I hoped it wouldn't be, I hoped it wouldn't be." But, nevertheless, it was.
Rose took it better than William had hoped. When he explained about Shifter Academy, she calmly accepted that she would being going to a new school. Her best friend was gone, what did she have to leave behind besides her parents?
So for almost five years, Rose has been at SA. When she came, she was scared. But she saw that there was people who had gone through what she had, and they had a lot of classes available that she was interested in. So she took it slowly, she has liked it. Being Rose, there has been ups and downs, but it's life, yes?
...connecting human to animal
[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
"Beautiful Thorn" Wolves can have almost a beauty to them, but everybody knows that they can be deadly, kill, prey.
Diet Rose loves meat and vegetables. Wolves love meats, and though it isn't their first choice, they often eat plants when necessary.
Background Wolves, unless necessary, mostly stalk in the background, knowing where everything is when they need to strike, like Rose needs to know what every situation is.
Control Wolves are the top of the food chain, as Rose likes to be the top of whatever "chain" she's currently in.
Friends Did you know that gray wolves prey on small animals so the bigger animals that need the bigger prey can get them? When Rose has friends, she'll do anything to help them.
Appearance No, wolves don't stand in front of mirrors. But as Rose likes to keep up her hair, wolves like to keep up their fluffy coats (:
Winter Grey Wolves are found in the colder regions, and they have the body build for it--this plays into Rose's love for winter.
Determination Both like to get done what needs to be done, whether it is catching prey or getting an A.
...literacy
Twilight was settling over Chinatown, bathing everything in the weak light of the early moon. All the lights from the store fronts and street lamps reached out as far as they could, but that only made the area outside the lights darker than they would be if there were no lights. But even as night neared, the town was still full of the same noises: people coming in and out doors, letting bursts of talk and laughter escape in the night from the building they are entering or exiting; cooks yelling to each other; street vendors either yelling their final sells or packing up their wares. At the end of the street, the busy street noises of the common New York streets seeped into the Chinese atmosphere, pricking it and creating a slight reality check.
Crystal wander down the main street slowly, observing it all. Night time was one of her favorite times, if it wasn't too late (because that just freaked her out). It was when people where either tired from just getting off work, or grudgingly making their way to the late shift. In short words, it was a good time to people watch. As the day began (dawn) and when the day ended (dusk). Though sometimes, in Chinatown, the combined smells of all the different cuisine made her a little queasy. But the experience was quite awesome.
Finally, when the sounds of restaurant staff yelling instructions and comments at each other got to much for her, Crystal slid out her iTouch and popped in her earphones. She browsed through some music, deciding on some soft rock. She didn't turn it up too loud. She wanted to preserve her hearing as long as she could.
Her wandering brought her to Chatham Square. She had been there once or twice before, but she had never stopped to look. It was a quaint little area. Not bad enough to pass over, but not utterly amazing enough to stay there for hours. There was some nice foliage, soft lights around the outskirts that basked the area in a cozy light. Then, of course, the big statue in the middle.
Wandering up to the statue, Crystal squinted at the plaque. Lin Zexu. She couldn't even say it, much less know who it was. She stepped back and looked at the statue. Though she had admired art her whole life, and wasn't too bad at it, she still didn't know the purpose of human statues. Yes, it was a really good way to remember them, but, really? Having a big hunk of metal/stone/whatever so people could see what you looked like? If Crystal became famous or whatever one day, she would specifically say in her will: Please do not make any statues of me. That is creepy and not acceptable. Plaques are ok.
Crystal tilted her head to one side, still squinting at the statue, the tilted it to the other side, pursing her lips as she criticized the statue. Since there wasn't bright lights shining on the face, it kind of looked like a blur. Crystal couldn't make out any features. Then she wondered what would happen if this was a statue of her, and what her face would look like in this kind of light. She imagined her face looking like she had a hug nose, squinty eyes and practically no mouth. She physically shuddered.
Crystal wander down the main street slowly, observing it all. Night time was one of her favorite times, if it wasn't too late (because that just freaked her out). It was when people where either tired from just getting off work, or grudgingly making their way to the late shift. In short words, it was a good time to people watch. As the day began (dawn) and when the day ended (dusk). Though sometimes, in Chinatown, the combined smells of all the different cuisine made her a little queasy. But the experience was quite awesome.
Finally, when the sounds of restaurant staff yelling instructions and comments at each other got to much for her, Crystal slid out her iTouch and popped in her earphones. She browsed through some music, deciding on some soft rock. She didn't turn it up too loud. She wanted to preserve her hearing as long as she could.
Her wandering brought her to Chatham Square. She had been there once or twice before, but she had never stopped to look. It was a quaint little area. Not bad enough to pass over, but not utterly amazing enough to stay there for hours. There was some nice foliage, soft lights around the outskirts that basked the area in a cozy light. Then, of course, the big statue in the middle.
Wandering up to the statue, Crystal squinted at the plaque. Lin Zexu. She couldn't even say it, much less know who it was. She stepped back and looked at the statue. Though she had admired art her whole life, and wasn't too bad at it, she still didn't know the purpose of human statues. Yes, it was a really good way to remember them, but, really? Having a big hunk of metal/stone/whatever so people could see what you looked like? If Crystal became famous or whatever one day, she would specifically say in her will: Please do not make any statues of me. That is creepy and not acceptable. Plaques are ok.
Crystal tilted her head to one side, still squinting at the statue, the tilted it to the other side, pursing her lips as she criticized the statue. Since there wasn't bright lights shining on the face, it kind of looked like a blur. Crystal couldn't make out any features. Then she wondered what would happen if this was a statue of her, and what her face would look like in this kind of light. She imagined her face looking like she had a hug nose, squinty eyes and practically no mouth. She physically shuddered.
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