Post by Rose on Nov 29, 2011 18:19:52 GMT -6
What's your Name?
Name:Rose Witherway
Nickname:Her parents used to call her Rosie, but she’d kindly tell anyone who called her that now to shoo.
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age:19
Alignment: Light
Gender:Female
Hair color:Chestnut brown which almost looks reddish in the light
Eye color:Again a rich chestnut colour
Height:5’6 1/2
Weight:109 pounds (she’s a stick insect)
Other Striking Features: While it’s not a striking facial feature, Rose will always wear a red rose in her hair.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon: A beautiful bow and arrow that was crafted with extreme care, its metal in structure and the arrows are to made of the same material.
Desperation Move: Marksmans plea - when she’s extremely worn out and can’t see herself escaping a fight Rose will release an attack in which she shoots more than seventy arrows at once at her opponents. Of course this move can only be used in extreme desperation and if the conditions are right as it takes a lot of concentration and physical strength to shoot the arrows. She also has to concentrate on her speed as she must spin herself in a circular movement otherwise the attack won’t work properly. She’s only ever used it once before and doesn’t ever plan to use it again.
Personality: Rose is a solitary soul that’s desperately seeking acceptance. She’s quiet, refined and lady like but not very friendly to talk to. She doesn’t really know how to act around people properly even though she desires human comfort. To those that break through the icy exterior of her personality Rose is a terrifically loyal friend, even loyal to the point of idiocy. She’s quite reckless and doesn’t really think things through, she’s also got a strong sense of justice and likes to stick up for what’s right.
She was once happy, she had it all. But then in one fleeting second, it was gone. Although she wasn't a lot warmer than what she is now she was more open and friendly towards people. But that part of her died when he did, and it was buried the day her brother left.
Likes: Chocolate, sweet things, cuddly toys, warm fires, good books, handsome men (she is a girl after all, she can dream about a prince charming), long walks, snow, sunshine, the summer season, board games (especially chess) and the idea of friendship.
Dislikes: Idiocy, wrong doers, heartless, boring days, mess, badly written books, martyrs, self righteous people, sadness, betrayal.
Fears: Dying, losing her heart, one day realising that her whole life has passed her by and she hasn’t done a single thing.
Theme: The Call
Theme Artist: Regina Spektor
Relationship status: single but greiving (she thinks her boyfriends deceased)
Gender Preference:Males
Somebodies Only:
What magic are you skilled with?: She’s not very skilled with magic, though if she had to choose one she had a tiny skill in it would be CURA
Former Heartless: N/A
Former Nobody: N/A
How much Darkness do you have in your heart?: on a scale of 1 to 10 it would have to be 3.
Tell Me About Your Family:
Mother: Lucille Witherway - deceased
Father: Dorian Witherway - deceased
Siblings: Rodger Witherway (older)- missing
Others: she has a pet kitty that she travels with called Orion.
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Born into a high class family Rose live the life of luxury until on day her parents contracted a fatal disease when Rose was 14 years old. For a year she tried her hardest to protect and look after them. They’d been through a lot together, her father had protected the family when the heartless originally invaded and had kept them safe, while her mother had healed the sick with her magical gift with the cura spell. Once they’d finally passed away, Rose’s older brother Rodger left on a mission to bring back a fortune – he didn’t even stay for the reading of the will which left the house to Rodger and their fathers bow and arrow to Rose.
Aside from the tragedies, Rose grew up into a refined young lady (she even had a boyfriend), which as a lady of class she was required to do. But although she was refined she was also incredibly lonely. She spent her life in the mansion walls with only her pet cat as company. And it wasn’t until the eve of her 18th birthday she decided enough was enough and left the family mansion on quest to find her brother.
Other:
Other Accounts: none yet
RP experience:3 years
RP example: As the clock struck twelve Rose let out a gentle sigh. The night was dark and the velvet cover of black that was only illuminated by the soft twinkled lights which represented the other worlds seemed to cover the whole world. Which when one considered it logically, it probably did. Smiling softly she jumped up from her sitting position and broke off into a run, her white dress flew freely in the breeze revealing a pair of long black knee high socks as it fluttered.
The tiny girl stopped short of the field before she fell to her knees again, and landed in a sweet smelling patch of wild flowers. They were so beautiful, and as she sniffed them curiously her nostrils were greeted with the heavily perfumed scent of lilacs and daisies. Of course, she would have much preferred roses but one could never sleep in a rose bush, their strong thorns would have cut her skin to ribbons!.
Name:Rose Witherway
Nickname:Her parents used to call her Rosie, but she’d kindly tell anyone who called her that now to shoo.
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age:19
Alignment: Light
Gender:Female
Hair color:Chestnut brown which almost looks reddish in the light
Eye color:Again a rich chestnut colour
Height:5’6 1/2
Weight:109 pounds (she’s a stick insect)
Other Striking Features: While it’s not a striking facial feature, Rose will always wear a red rose in her hair.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon: A beautiful bow and arrow that was crafted with extreme care, its metal in structure and the arrows are to made of the same material.
Desperation Move: Marksmans plea - when she’s extremely worn out and can’t see herself escaping a fight Rose will release an attack in which she shoots more than seventy arrows at once at her opponents. Of course this move can only be used in extreme desperation and if the conditions are right as it takes a lot of concentration and physical strength to shoot the arrows. She also has to concentrate on her speed as she must spin herself in a circular movement otherwise the attack won’t work properly. She’s only ever used it once before and doesn’t ever plan to use it again.
Personality: Rose is a solitary soul that’s desperately seeking acceptance. She’s quiet, refined and lady like but not very friendly to talk to. She doesn’t really know how to act around people properly even though she desires human comfort. To those that break through the icy exterior of her personality Rose is a terrifically loyal friend, even loyal to the point of idiocy. She’s quite reckless and doesn’t really think things through, she’s also got a strong sense of justice and likes to stick up for what’s right.
She was once happy, she had it all. But then in one fleeting second, it was gone. Although she wasn't a lot warmer than what she is now she was more open and friendly towards people. But that part of her died when he did, and it was buried the day her brother left.
Likes: Chocolate, sweet things, cuddly toys, warm fires, good books, handsome men (she is a girl after all, she can dream about a prince charming), long walks, snow, sunshine, the summer season, board games (especially chess) and the idea of friendship.
Dislikes: Idiocy, wrong doers, heartless, boring days, mess, badly written books, martyrs, self righteous people, sadness, betrayal.
Fears: Dying, losing her heart, one day realising that her whole life has passed her by and she hasn’t done a single thing.
Theme: The Call
Theme Artist: Regina Spektor
Relationship status: single but greiving (she thinks her boyfriends deceased)
Gender Preference:Males
Somebodies Only:
What magic are you skilled with?: She’s not very skilled with magic, though if she had to choose one she had a tiny skill in it would be CURA
Former Heartless: N/A
Former Nobody: N/A
How much Darkness do you have in your heart?: on a scale of 1 to 10 it would have to be 3.
Tell Me About Your Family:
Mother: Lucille Witherway - deceased
Father: Dorian Witherway - deceased
Siblings: Rodger Witherway (older)- missing
Others: she has a pet kitty that she travels with called Orion.
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Born into a high class family Rose live the life of luxury until on day her parents contracted a fatal disease when Rose was 14 years old. For a year she tried her hardest to protect and look after them. They’d been through a lot together, her father had protected the family when the heartless originally invaded and had kept them safe, while her mother had healed the sick with her magical gift with the cura spell. Once they’d finally passed away, Rose’s older brother Rodger left on a mission to bring back a fortune – he didn’t even stay for the reading of the will which left the house to Rodger and their fathers bow and arrow to Rose.
Aside from the tragedies, Rose grew up into a refined young lady (she even had a boyfriend), which as a lady of class she was required to do. But although she was refined she was also incredibly lonely. She spent her life in the mansion walls with only her pet cat as company. And it wasn’t until the eve of her 18th birthday she decided enough was enough and left the family mansion on quest to find her brother.
Other:
Other Accounts: none yet
RP experience:3 years
RP example: As the clock struck twelve Rose let out a gentle sigh. The night was dark and the velvet cover of black that was only illuminated by the soft twinkled lights which represented the other worlds seemed to cover the whole world. Which when one considered it logically, it probably did. Smiling softly she jumped up from her sitting position and broke off into a run, her white dress flew freely in the breeze revealing a pair of long black knee high socks as it fluttered.
The tiny girl stopped short of the field before she fell to her knees again, and landed in a sweet smelling patch of wild flowers. They were so beautiful, and as she sniffed them curiously her nostrils were greeted with the heavily perfumed scent of lilacs and daisies. Of course, she would have much preferred roses but one could never sleep in a rose bush, their strong thorns would have cut her skin to ribbons!.
