Post by Ayu on Aug 27, 2008 20:33:24 GMT -5
Name: Rose Hannah Walker
Nicknames: Rosie, Ro-ro, moron
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Clique: Heartbreakers
Clique Status: Follower
Picture:
Play by: Anne Hathaway
Appearance: A mane of thick, naturally straight dark brown hair frames a pale, perfect heart-shapedbox face beautifully. Rosie’s eyes are wide and hazel, with a sort of confused intrigue that people either find endearing or rather annoying. In fact, her whole pretty face tends to carry a permanent look of mild, good-natured confusion, and frequently an excited smile.
She’s tall and slim, with a long slender neck and slim waist, but with curves in all the right places. She projects a sort of natural-looking beauty which can be hugely attractive. She likes to wear pretty, tight-but-not-too-tight clothes. Her dresses are expensive and well-cut, flattering her figure, and tend to be black or red to set off her pale skin. She knows how to look good, and she makes sure she does.
Personality: If her hair wasn’t brown, Rosie would be the ultimate blonde stereotype. She may, under all that ditzy exterior, be quite intelligent, but it’s unlikely anyone will ever find out. Because not only does she had a terminal problem concentrating on anything for more than five minutes, she has been raised to believe that looks are what counts. Which, in this era, is sadly pretty close to true.
Accordingly, she’s wonderful to look at and strangely sweet to talk to. Like a little lost puppy, one feels the urge to protect her from the evils of the world. She projects a constant air of mild confusion and every new thing she sees seems a joy (except her exam results). She cannot believe anything bad about her friends, no matter how cruel they may be.
Boys have always liked her because she’s sweet and pretty, and she doesn’t honestly mean to hurt them. But she only feels complete when she’s got a boyfriend, and it’s so hard to hold her attention for a long time. She’s difficult to hate for long, though, so her boyfriends give her second chances. And third chances. And eightieth chances.
History: Born in the glittering upper class of Mayfair, Rosie’s life was parties. Party after party after party as her socialite mother climbed the social ladder. She got little schooling, enough to read and write, not much more, and little attention. When her mother wasn’t showing off her oh-so-cute, so prettily dressed little girl, smile nicely for Mummy’s friends, darling, she basically ignored her daughter, and Mr Walker was far too busy with work at the bank. He barely knew he had a daughter.
So Rosie was basically raised by the servants; her nurse, her governess (who despaired at her inattention), her maids. And from the time she was old enough to open her eyes, her attention flashed around her surroundings like strobe lighting, never settling for long. Some called it curiosity, some called it fickle. Most children her age had a favourite doll or a favourite book, but she never could pick just one.
She didn’t consciously notice her mother having affairs, but she’d see strange men around the house, and when her mother was with them she always seemed happier. So the young girl picked up the idea that men = happiness. When she was packed off to Florence to learn to be a young lady, she was surprised by the number of nice, sweet boys, and as she grew up a bit, she realised that they liked her too. In that way.
She’d lacked attention for so long that she craved it, and she loved that these boys wanted to spend time with her. She didn’t mean it to become a habit, but she couldn’t help seeking out the attention and trying to make boys love her. She wants everyone to like her, she really does, and she decided that since a lot of her exes come back to her, she couldn’t be hurting them too badly.
Fears:
-Being alone
-Having to make an important life-or-death choice
-Total darkness
-Being trapped
-People hating her
Likes:
-Giving people cute nicknames
-Looking nice
-Being with boys
-Sweet food
-Music
-Lots of things to do
-Dancing
Dislikes:
-Making decisions
-Boredom
-Being alone
-Hurting people
-Coffee
-Working
Dreams: To be liked by everyone, to fall in love, to be clever.
Anything you'd like to add? Ditz?
Nicknames: Rosie, Ro-ro, moron
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Clique: Heartbreakers
Clique Status: Follower
Picture:
Play by: Anne Hathaway
Appearance: A mane of thick, naturally straight dark brown hair frames a pale, perfect heart-shaped
She’s tall and slim, with a long slender neck and slim waist, but with curves in all the right places. She projects a sort of natural-looking beauty which can be hugely attractive. She likes to wear pretty, tight-but-not-too-tight clothes. Her dresses are expensive and well-cut, flattering her figure, and tend to be black or red to set off her pale skin. She knows how to look good, and she makes sure she does.
Personality: If her hair wasn’t brown, Rosie would be the ultimate blonde stereotype. She may, under all that ditzy exterior, be quite intelligent, but it’s unlikely anyone will ever find out. Because not only does she had a terminal problem concentrating on anything for more than five minutes, she has been raised to believe that looks are what counts. Which, in this era, is sadly pretty close to true.
Accordingly, she’s wonderful to look at and strangely sweet to talk to. Like a little lost puppy, one feels the urge to protect her from the evils of the world. She projects a constant air of mild confusion and every new thing she sees seems a joy (except her exam results). She cannot believe anything bad about her friends, no matter how cruel they may be.
Boys have always liked her because she’s sweet and pretty, and she doesn’t honestly mean to hurt them. But she only feels complete when she’s got a boyfriend, and it’s so hard to hold her attention for a long time. She’s difficult to hate for long, though, so her boyfriends give her second chances. And third chances. And eightieth chances.
History: Born in the glittering upper class of Mayfair, Rosie’s life was parties. Party after party after party as her socialite mother climbed the social ladder. She got little schooling, enough to read and write, not much more, and little attention. When her mother wasn’t showing off her oh-so-cute, so prettily dressed little girl, smile nicely for Mummy’s friends, darling, she basically ignored her daughter, and Mr Walker was far too busy with work at the bank. He barely knew he had a daughter.
So Rosie was basically raised by the servants; her nurse, her governess (who despaired at her inattention), her maids. And from the time she was old enough to open her eyes, her attention flashed around her surroundings like strobe lighting, never settling for long. Some called it curiosity, some called it fickle. Most children her age had a favourite doll or a favourite book, but she never could pick just one.
She didn’t consciously notice her mother having affairs, but she’d see strange men around the house, and when her mother was with them she always seemed happier. So the young girl picked up the idea that men = happiness. When she was packed off to Florence to learn to be a young lady, she was surprised by the number of nice, sweet boys, and as she grew up a bit, she realised that they liked her too. In that way.
She’d lacked attention for so long that she craved it, and she loved that these boys wanted to spend time with her. She didn’t mean it to become a habit, but she couldn’t help seeking out the attention and trying to make boys love her. She wants everyone to like her, she really does, and she decided that since a lot of her exes come back to her, she couldn’t be hurting them too badly.
Fears:
-Being alone
-Having to make an important life-or-death choice
-Total darkness
-Being trapped
-People hating her
Likes:
-Giving people cute nicknames
-Looking nice
-Being with boys
-Sweet food
-Music
-Lots of things to do
-Dancing
Dislikes:
-Making decisions
-Boredom
-Being alone
-Hurting people
-Coffee
-Working
Dreams: To be liked by everyone, to fall in love, to be clever.
Anything you'd like to add? Ditz?
