Post by rosalie lilian hale on Mar 6, 2013 18:13:50 GMT -8
ROSALIE lilian HALE
'i'll try to behave myself from now on'
Full Name :: rosalie lilian hale [cullen]
Nicknames :: rose
Date of Birth :: april tenth, nineteen fifteen
Physical Age :: eighteen
Mental Age :: one-hundred and forty-six
Species :: vampire
Abilities :: tenacity; 'you would call it pig-headedness.'
Height :: five feet, nine inches
Weight ::[/i] one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds
Hair ::[/i] blond
Eyes ::[/i] golden when fed, black when thirsty; were violet as a human
Play by ::[/i] nikki reed
Likes ::
� emmett <3
� smashing houses
� fast cars
� fixing said cars to make them faster
� music
� children (particularily nessie)
� shopping
� being complimented
� the idea of love
� hunting
Dislikes ::
� the wolves (particularly jacob)
� getting dirty
� edward
� anything that messes her hair up
� her inability to have children
� degrading comments from men
� being underestimated
� anyone who doesn't agree with her
� fish, dead or alive
� the scent of food
Strengths ::
� great at mechanics
� holds her ground no matter what
Weaknesses ::
� refuses to see other's opinions as valid
� only makes decisions that will somehow benefit herself
Habits/Quirks ::
� she tends watch her reflection whenever she passes something...reflective.
� tries to stay by emmett's side at all times
Fears ::
� losing emmett
� the volturi
Secrets ::
� her hunting and killing of royce and his friends
� though she'd never admit it, she loves mud-running with emmett in his jeep
Personality ::
at first glace, all one sees to rose is her narcissism. call it vanity, call it self-confidence, whatever you like: she's beautiful and she knows it. rosalie knows how others see her, as that perfectly beautiful female, and so feels as though she must work to uphold their view of her, and no matter how perfect she looks, it's never quite perfect enough, at least in her own eyes. she can find fault in herself and others with ease, and has no problem telling them.
the only person who's always perfect to her, no matter what, is her mate, emmett. renesmee is close behind him, but as she's grown up and grown more independent, rose stopped doting on her as much. but emmett...emmett's always been perfect to rose, perfect for her. no matter what he does, she can find it in herself to forgive him. there's nothing she wouldn't do for him, nothing she wouldn't do with him.
her mate is one of the only people she's allowed to see her true, inner self. inside, she's not so cold and judgemental. instead, she's scared of being judged, maybe even a bit shy. other than emmett, only renesmee and esme have seen this side of rose (and whoever nessie's chosen to show).
Mother ::[/i] mrs. elizabeth hale
Father ::[/i] mr. christopher hale
Siblings ::[/i] isaac hale and walter hale
Other important people ::[/i]
royce king II; ex-fiance
alice cullen; adoptive sister
isabella cullen; adoptive sister
carlisle cullen; creator/adoptive father
edward cullen; adoptive brother
emmett cullen; mate/husband
esme cullen; adoptive mother
jasper hale; adpotive brother
renesme cullen; neice
History ::[/i]
'rose!' her youngest brother, isaac, yelled for her from inside their house. 'rose, mom wants you to take daddy his lunch!'[/i] she'd never forgiven edward for saying them, had only just begun to forgive the man for refusing her. of course, she'd never wanted edward cullen like that. but to be refused by him, to be refused by anyone for the first time in her life, upset her. more than upset, infuriated.
the blond sighed. she was seventeen, at the prime of her youth. she needed to be out with her friends, showing herself off so the gentlemen would come call. her brothers could take her father their lunch. at nine and thirteen, they were too young to do much else than study, much too old to be calling their father 'daddy.' but she couldn't refuse a request from her mother. rosalie hale rose slowly and went to greet her mother.
inside, elizabeth waited for her daughter with a white lace dress over one arm, and a lunch pail held in the other hand. rose raised an eyebrow, giving her mother a skeptical look, receiving a shake of the head and a gentle laugh in return.
'rosalie, you should look your best no matter where you're going, you know,' the woman instructed, offering the dress. not one to turn down gifts, rose took the gown, smiling widely as she turned to go put it on.
'yes, mother, of course, mother.' she wasn't a stupid girl. she knew her mother had alterier motives. the owner of her father's bank was only a few years older than her, wealthy, and good-looking. her mother hoped that the dress (which she did look stunning in, rose noted) would help her catch the eye of royce king the second, something rose agreed would be in her best interest.* * *
she'd been engaged to royce for a month, had been courted by him for nearly a year. it'd been only weeks after she'd delivered her father's lunch that the roses began showing up at her house. soon after that, she and royce began taking walks together, sharing dinners with each others' families. she loved him, and he loved her. or so she thought.
rose had been out at vera's house, one of her closest friends. the two had sat and drank lemonade, discussing rosalie's eighteenth birthday which they'd celebrated only a week before. but it was now eight o'clock, maybe a bit after, and rose was expected home.
the streets were mostly empty, but a few groups of men cluttered the corners and alleys. she had no reason to feel afraid; she'd never run into trouble before. but tonight, an especially rowdy group was in her path, and rose began to get nervous.
'hey, rose! come over here, babe.' one of the shadowy men yelled for her. the recognition of the voice was slow, an icy chill coming over her. royce.
'c'mon, rose, come show these men how pretty you are,' his words were slightly surred. she was reluctant to go to him, but she couldn't disobey a request from her fiance. the man grinned as she neared, his laughter growing louder.
'see, boys, i told you she was a looker!' he grabbed at rose, holding her too tight and tugging at the jacket she wore. the others laughed and grunted in agreement, the scent of alcohol heavy around them. rosalie tried to pull away, but her struggling only made royce tighten her grip. 'stop it, rose, let these boys see just how pretty you are.' his voice was becoming harder, his hands rougher, trying to tear at her clothes.
she gave a quiet scream, knowing it'd fall on deaf ears. the sound only made the group laugh more as they all closed in on her, their eyes aflame. 'no, royce, don't --' rose tried to protest, but it was pointless. her jacket was ripped away, the sleeves of her dress tearing. the men only came closer...* * *
dying. she was dying. everything was dark, everything was hurting. liquid pooled around her, either alcohol or her own blood, she assumed. or something worse, something she didn't want to think of, remember.
but the images flashed anyway, the men closing in on her, royce ripping the clothes from her body. them beating her, forcing her into submission. the rape that followed.
she was broken and dying, fading into nothingness.
'it's going to be alright, rosalie.' a voice in the silence, bringing her back from the haze. she knew the voice, but couldn't name it. 'this will hurt, but it'll all pass soon enough.'
a sharp pain, a new pain among the others, and then fire.
she couldn't help but scream as she felt the ground pull away. rose didn't know what was going on. perhaps this was what the final moments of death felt like. it didn't seem right though, that death would be so painful, even after she was actually dead. the burning had been in her arm, but soon spread to her entire body, all of her engulfed in the flames she couldn't see. the flames that wouldn't die.
how long they burned, she couldn't tell. minutes, hours, days, years... eternity. a perpetual fire inside her. and then, she opened her eyes.* * *
vampire. that's what she'd become. what carlisle had made her. immortal, more beautiful than ever before, and bloodthirsty. she'd awakened to her new life two years before, the three cullens surrounding her. the first words she heard with her new ears: 'really, carlisle? rosalie hale?'
she was away from the family now, hunting alone. although rosalie was beginning to love esme and carlisle, she could only take so much of them. time alone was something she felt she needed. and the hunting in tennessee wasn't all that bad. bears, wolves, deer if she really wanted them, all were in exce--
blood. human blood. she could smell it. and, turning in the direction of the scent's source, she could see it. a man, a bear. blood. she couldn't resist it, had to have it. the first mark on her perfectly human blood-free life. crouched, rose neared, thirtsy and ready to kill both the bear and the man.
but then she saw him, his face. it couldn't be henry, but... it looked so much like vera's son. she'd only seen him through dull human eyes, but the similarities were so striking...
so she'd save him. carlisle could do it, save him, change him. she'd do it herself, but... no, it wasn't worth the risk. she strangled the bear, killed it, then took the boy's broken, bleeding body and ran, ran back to carlisle.
it was almost unbearable. his blood soaked through her clothes, the scent so close and tantalizing. she wanted him...but not as much as she wanted him.
* * *
how long had she and emmett had each other? a century now, more even. they'd been nearly inseparable since he'd woken to his new life. how she'd known they'd be a perfect match was something rose had yet to figure out --and probably never would. but somehow she'd known to save him, and they both were grateful for her decision to do so. emmett was her happy ending, only this was one ending that never had to end. eternity, but one that she could see herself living happily, with her mate by her side.[/blockquote][/size]
Your name ::[/i] ally/severen
Age ::[/i] eighteen
Experience ::[/i] i've been roleplaying in general since i was nine or ten. i've recently started rping humans more than animals, and i consider myself fairly literate.
Have you read the rules ::[/i] yes, i found them surprisingly musical ;)
Role Play Sample ::[/i]
ugh, that jeep. though her love for her little red car was quite the same as his for the jeep, rosalie just couldn't understand why emmett wanted to take it everywhere. her convertible was at least versatile. the park, the movies, some party, it didn't matter where, her car would fit in somehow. but the huge jeep that emmett held so dear -- there was hardly a place she'd be caught seen coming out of it.
there were exceptions of course. like the nights spent driving through mud that would come up to her knees if she actually dared to stand in it. how she'd come to actuallyenjoy riding through the slimy, dirty, utterly revolting mud --getting splattered with it for christ's sake--was beyond her. somehow, rose loved it, rode laughing loudly over the jeep's roaring engine. but as far as she was concerned, there was no other point to the oversized vehicle.
with a little laugh, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed his pouting lower lip before slipping into her jacket and leading the way down the stairs. the jacket was a mere formality, her frozen body imperious to the cold. but it was chilly enough that the humans, or, at least the female humans, would be layering their clothing, and so, too, did she. emmett, of course, the huge bear of a man he was, wouldn't need one. a mortal his size would be plenty warm enough.
rosalie took his hand with her keys, linking their fingers together. bringing their joined hands to her mouth, she kissed the back of his hand lightly before pulling him into the garage towards her car. she'd been just about to beg him to stop sulking so much, that they could take his jeep out that night, when em went back to his old, suave self. 'why, thank you, sir,' she purred, giving a small curtsy back to him before reaching up and ruffling his dark locks.
inside, keys in the ignition, it was rose's turn to pout. 'i don't know what you're talking about, emmett,' she objected, making a show of sniffing her car. 'i can't smell a thing. and besides, my car should smell like me, so what exactly are you trying to say?' she turned to scowl at her mate, the flirt behind her words obvious, and pressed the button to bring the top down. whether or not her car 'stank,' the black canvas top would have come down. who wouldn't take it down, given the choice? with the fresh, open air, em wouldn't be able to complain about the scent of her car anymore, though the idea of putting his cologne in it wasn't exactly out of the question. she loved her car and loved his scent (definitely his scent more than the car, though) so why not have the two things she loved smell the same? definitely something to give more thought later.
she pulled out of the open garage, not bothering to look behind her as she reversed; the drive had been memorized the first time she drove down it, and, with no purring engine other than her own, there was no one else to worry about. if she really wanted to, she could make the entire drive to the park without looking once at the road, but, for appearance's sake, rose would. that, and the other drivers didn't speed as much her family did, and so, as a precaution, they all watched the road as to not rear-end any other cars. but eyes or not, she did only need one hand to drive, and put the other, palm up, on emmett's thigh for him to hold. 'you know, we could always take your little jeep out tonight, darling,' rosalie proposed, deciding to give the offer anyway. 'unless, of course, you've other plans?'
