Post by rose bailey on Feb 4, 2008 13:41:27 GMT -5
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ROSE BAILEY.
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NAME’ Rose Thorn Bailey
AGE’ Nineteen
GRADE’ Freshman
MAJOR’ Modelling
MINOR’ Mathematics
GENDER’ Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION’ Straight
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OVERALL APPEARANCE’
Imagine a modern day snow white, replace the black hair with white blonde, put in some bright blue eyes that seem as if they could cut glass and remove any hint of soft pink cheeks and you're left with Rose Bailey. Oh yes, she's quite extraordinary; and yes, her hair is naturally white blonde (and it annoys her when people ask what hair dye she uses.) However there is another reason why people tend to not believe her hair is her natural colour, because her eyebrows are a substantially darker shade of blonde; a golden brownish colour to be exact. Does it bother her? Not in the slightest.
As aforementioned her eyes are a piercing blue, seeming to dim down when not in a good mood. Some say looking into her eyes is like having their whole being stripped away; as if she can see every flaw, every secret hidden. Like she can travel into your past and bring back memories long forgotten. Of course, she can't but that's the way it seems. Framed with thick lashes, professionally dyed black so they stood out against her ivory skin, her eyes are quite possibly perfect even down to the fact her pupil seemed to have leaked slightly into the iris of her right eye. But then again, it's not very noticeable.
She had once been told she seemed like a china doll because of her petite, fragile, frame and her skin tone. Never does Rose tan, not because she stays in when the sun's out it's just because her skin doesn't change at all. It just stays the same shade of white all year around. Luckily it also mean she doesn't burn, but she's very susceptable to heat, and sun, stroke. But that's what hats are for!
The only thing she doesn't like about her appearance is, strangely enough, her nails. Why? They're brittle, and break as soon as they grow even the smallest fraction over her fingertips. So, false nails is what she has to have- broken and short nails on herself she finds un-attractive.
PORTRAYED BY’
Jessica Stam
MY MIND ISN’T A SAFE PLACE’[/size][/color]
LIKES’[/size][/font]
<3Modelling
<3Guys
<3Flirting
<3Singing
<3Rock Climbing
<3Snow
<3Make-up
<3Music
<3Her harley davidson
<3Her hair colour
<3Hair&beauty salons
DISLIKES’
</3Being asked if her hair is dyed.
</3Not getting enough sleep
</3Bad hair days
</3Being ill
</3Religion
</3Sexists
</3Periods
</3Pregnancy
</3Fat people
</3Being sad.
HOBBIES’
. Modelling
. Singing for her band
. Painting
. Sex
. Rock climbing
SECRETS’
. Got pregnant at fourteen- had an abortion
. Used to have braces
. Used to self-harm
. Was on the phone to her friend when her friend shot himself.
PERSONALITY’
How do I describe dear Rose's personality? It's like a car boot sale, honestly. So many things in one pretty crowded area. But, I'll try and sort it out in to sections so you can try and imagine the mind, and the personality, of Rose Kingston.
Day Dreamer;;
From a young age Rose often blanked reality out to drift off into her own little dream world, where elephants wore pink tutu's and flew around and rabbits would talk. She called it her own Wonderland. To be honest, yes, she does still visit her lovely made up world- it calms her down and makes a smile appear on her face. That and when she's there no one can hurt her, she literally is dead to the world. (Others can find it scary because she just stares at one place, and doesn't blink.)
Drama Queen;;
Everyone knows that Rose is a drama queen, it's a well known fact. It's not as if she goes looking for it, well sometimes she does, but it just seems to happen where ever she goes. Whether it's telling some one she'd heard something about them or getting into a verbal fight. She's broken up relationships, she's spread rumours that she has no facts on. But you gotta love her, and her little whirlpools of drama which just sweep you off your feet. This bitch will slap a ho' if it comes to it.
Don't mess with me;;
Rule number one of getting in Rose's way is to apologise and scurry off back your hole unless she wants you around. You try and fuck with her emotions not only will she started yelling at you at the top of her voice, this has happened in public, in the end you'll lose and wish you'd never met her. She can be aggressive, she's not afraid to knock your lights out, or at least try as long as she knows she's not going to get bruises. Hello, she's a professional model, well will be after she's graduated from college. Mess with her face and you'll end up with a broken leg.
Darling;;
The bad sides of her are made up and easily forgotten by her good side, she's not all drama and she's not all in your face. She can be an absolute sweetheart if you know the real her, which is an arduous task trying to scrape away all the layers. Like one of those giant gob-stoppers that you need to finish to get the gum in the middle. You're very lucky if you get to see her softer, drama free, side. She's not one for letting people in.
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PARENTS’ Matilda Bailey, 44, mother.
father unknown
SIBLINGS’
EXTENDED FAMILY’
Jamie Bailey, 85, Grandmother
Summer Johnstan, 45, auntie
Bill Johnstan, 47, uncle in law.
PETS’
Sugar. Female Great Dane.
Sloppy. Female tabby kitten.
HISTORY’
Rose was born in the living room of Matilda's house, three weeks early, luckily Summer- Matilda's sister, and Rose's aunt, was a midwife and was looking after her at the time. When the bleeding didn't stop, baby Rose and her mother were rushed to hospital in the back of Summer's car. Luckily her mother was okay, and Rose was placed in an incubator for the three weeks she should've remained in her mothers womb. It is possible that that was the reason she didn't match her mothers height of five foot eleven, nor why she had a slow metabolism like her mother had when she too was young.
Rose didn't have a troubled childhood, it was quite normal really. Sure, her mother tended to struggle being a single mum- and the fact that Rose's father had up and left after he found out Matilda was pregnant in the second month. Rose had been told brief bits about her father, but had never and still doesn't show any interest in wanting to find him and ask him why he left her mum like that. They got by with the help of Summer who soon met, and married, Bill Johnstan and then moved to Hamburg, Germany to start a new life.
Kindergarten, and elementary school went by fast, she learnt what she had too and she grew older. Just like every one else. In Kindergarten she met Joe Kann and from the very first day they grew close, becoming the best of friends. Inseperable, that was what they were. Then Junior high, again they stayed tightly knit and rumours often floated around that the two were a couple which was certainly not the case. Yes, they loved each other but not like that. These were the crucial years for Rose, as she truely began to blossom. She tended to get picked on for her white blonde hair, and her skin tone- nicknamed the school's snowgirl. Rose didn't really care most of the time, sometimes she did. Wondering if there was something wrong with her but both Matilda, and Joe, told her she was fine and perfect.
At fourteen, blind drunk, she ended up sleeping with one of her friends and ended up two months finding out she was pregnant. Obviously far too young to have a child, she aborted it and never had a second thought about it.
High school, these years nearly ruined her. The teasing got worst, and drama infected her life as well as self-harm which no one found out about. Beaten up, and spoken down to her withdrew into her shell and she only had three true friends. And Joe, who was a completely different 'friend' altogether, he was her lifeline throughout high school. What would happen next, she never knew. Rose always had known that Joe battled with depression, she was there whenever he needed her. Twenty-four seven. Rain or shine, if he needed her she'd be there. Two days before her seventeenth birthday she recieved a phone call; it was from Joe and he was crying down the phone to her apologising, and saying he couldn't take it anymore. With a final whisper of 'I'm sorry, don't forget I'll always love you Rosie Bear' a loud bang rang out. Joe died that night, on the phone to Rose after shooting himself in the head.
Rose was devestated to say the least, and the drama just got worse from there. Depression kicked in, and she'd be doing what she could to ruin the lives of others blaming everyone for Joe's death.
After a year of therapy she got better, and now she puts it in the back of her mind as much as possible. It was and still is a secret to all but her therapist, and of course, herself. At eighteen was when she got a modelling contract, but only part time as she believes she must get through university. So now, she's at uni in her first year at nineteen.
A silly little drama queen who has a habit of fooling around with boys. Turning them on just to walk away, it's strange no one has actually forced her into anything with all the havoc she's caused. Breaking up relationships, spreading rumours from little snippets of conversations she overhears. But she loves it.
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YOUR NAME / ALIAS’ Beckah
AGE’ seventeen, almost eighteen
EXPERIENCE’ almost eight years in may
OTHER’ orange tang, sounds icky.
RP SAMPLE’
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"Aaron. Awh, sweetheart.." She cooed quietly in a sympathetic manner, as she placed his chapstick on his chest before he even seemed to notice it was her. But when he did it was all good. Paris wasn't stupid, and she noticed he wasn't in the greatest of moods, hey they were best friends- she'd be a terrible one if she couldn't tell whether or not he was feeling dandy, or in this case, pissed off. She chewed her bottom lip as she looked down at him, his dreadlock still in hand. She'd always felt special being able to play with his dreads without being scared of him snapping at her; he was used to it by now, she had a thing for playing with people's hair. Especially Aaron's because it was fun, it was a priviledge too. She'd even worn his hat once, sure it was against his will and she ran away with it but he didn't get too angry at her for doing so and just caught her and pinned her to the ground before stealing the hat back.
As he began to explain what was wrong, the name Angelique made a groan come from her lips- she'd met her once or twice, maybe more than that and she'd never liked her. Always suspicious of her motives, and yeah she had been a bit jealous but that didn't matter. Shifting she laid down on her front, her head now propped up by one hand, the other laying on his chest with dreadlock still in a timid grip. "I know it's probably not what you want to hear, and it's pretty cliche but you deserve better than her, you always have done." Her lips were gently pressed to his cheek, which was awkward because she had to try and not get jabbed in the face by the brim of his hat but she succeeded and was happy about it. Her eyebrows furrowed as he continued on, she fucking left him through a letter? What the fuck.
"Look, maybe you're just getting the bad ones at the moment, a good one will crop up. You're an amazing guy, Aaron. You just... I don't know, aren't very good at finding the right girls?" Paris felt rather bad for Aaron, she hadn't been in a situation concerning a loved one and drugs so it wasn't as if she could go 'I understand,' because she didn't. He knew that, she knew that. All she could do was try to be there for him as much as she could, and try and cheer him up. Tell him everything would be okay, that he'd find the right girl one day. "You're only twenty one, you got years ahead of you." It was a nice thing when they did dig a little deeper, she liked knowing that that trust was there, and they could if they wanted. She just guessed they never really had the chance for deep conversations, and when around each other they just wanted to have fun and laugh and do the shit they always did. That girl though, gah, if she passed Paris on the street she'd be dead. Not literally of course, but at least battered up quite a lot. Not that she'd tell Aaron that because she didn't know whether he'd be too happy about her beating up his ex. But whatever, aye?
She did want to ask about the letter, she wanted to read the bullshit Angelique wrote on the paper but right now probably wasn't the time and she didn't want to push it. He'd show her in his own time, if he felt he wanted too. "Yeah, they're boss love." Nodding her head in agreement to her answer she flashed a smile down at him, blinking rapidly as he started to itch. She ignored it as he spoke about Julia's party, "oh dude, I'm there. Yeah, it's been a while I miss that girl. Catch ups are cool, and even better when I've got my dancing partner and alcohol." Biting the tip of her tongue gently, she let out a little laugh followed by an almost content sigh.
"Because you're weird. You should put some nasty tasting stuff on it, and that'd break the habit. I had to do the same, but with my thumb. I've kicked sucking my thumb now; but I can't remember what it's called." Shrugging her shoulders, she took her arm from beneath her and lowered herself so she was laying fully on her front- her head laying on an outstretched arm. "I finished two designs off yesterday, you might like them. They're kinda hip-hip, gangster, like. So you know what that means. You get to be my mannequin." It was always fun when she used him as a mannequin, except when he squirmed and ended up getting poked by a needle, or by multiple needles holding the fabric together. Well, maybe he didn't squirm, her hands became slightly shakey after hours of trying to pin clothes into the right position. "And this time, I'll try my hardest not to poke you with any pins. And if I do you can poke me back." Now that was a great deal, surely?
Of course she wanted to ask more about his ex, Paris was a very inquisitive person and it did take some getting used to be her spitfire questions. Honestly it was like playing '20 questions' with her, she did try her hardest to tone it down though, for his sake at least.
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