Post by completelyundone on Feb 11, 2013 13:17:59 GMT -5
Name: Rose Lalonde
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Rose is 5" 7' and weighs roughly 130 pounds. Her skin is rather pale as she prefers to cover up as much as possible when permitted. She has fair hair which she prefers to keep on the shorter side and usually wears some sort of hairband. When the need to look more presentable than usual arises she wears a dark violet bonnet. Her eyes are a lighter purple and would be described as deep. She has scars along both wrists, caused by her hands being bound for far too long under a rather abusive master. Lately she prefers to cover them up with bracelets, gloves and arm warmers.
Personality: Rose is a pragmatist and as such is subservient. She is generally very good at obedience, breaking conduct only when she believed necessary (mainly when either her or owners were in danger). She is a proud woman who does her best to establish herself as more an addition to the family than a "slave." She is cool tempered most of the time but her fury (while hard to bring out) is fierce and terrifying. She deplores the arena but will not shy away from taking a life. Lalonde finds the rebellion moronic and pointless and see's no reason to join it. She is very good with kids and is said to having a calming effect on those around her. She has recently heard that her current mistress can no longer keep her due to circumstances out of all control and hopes very much that her new owner(s?) are ones that will permit her to keep her current role as perhaps governess or therapist with that little bit of handmaid bodyguard mixed in.
Skills: Adept with her knitting needles, being both able to knit entire outfits in a day as well as hit a man right between the eyes from 30 feet away. Reading and writing were things she made sure to learn as soon as possible, feeling a sort of affinity for books. She is good with people and would often spend hours just listening to her previous mistress trials and tribulations, she says Rose was a great help.
Fears: Rose hates crowds, absolutely HATES crowds. She'll try to hide it but deep down it's one of her worst fears, another reason she prefers to avoid the arena. Grabbing her wrists has a rather visible affect on her, immediately instilling her with a sense of weakness, helplessness and terror while binding her wrists will reduce her to a sniveling, weeping, screaming mess in a matter of hours (it used to be minutes but Mistress Zareft had been working on curing her (one of the reasons for the bracelets actually) The rougher someone is the worse the effect on Rose. While not enjoying humiliation and degradation she also hates wearing skimpier clothing in public or with anyone who she is not highly familiar with (essentially the more bare skin showing the worst it is for her) however in a more private, familiar setting she really couldn't care less (not necessarily sexual but the last half of her time spent as Zarefts she often forgot to put on a shirt so long as the young master wasn't around to see.
Weaknesses: Roses pride can sometimes get her into stickier situations with the other families and she has been known to come to another humans aid. She Rose often has so much on her mind that she occasionally forgets where she's going or what she was supposed to do and as such requires reminders, she finds this utterly embarrassing and unbecoming of herself. She CANNOT hold her liquor whatsoever and even a sip of wine can turn her loopy (this is also embarrassing and she despises her drunkenness). If she believes something is wrong she is more likely to voice her opinion than one should in her situation and does not believe in meekly obeying stupid orders just because they are orders.
History (Optional): Rose has had 2 owners in her life. Taken and trained at the unusual and unorthodox age of 11 (kidnapped). Her first master was an asshole of a troll who suffice to say is the reason for the superb condition of Roses wrists. He was also her first kill and frankly even the trolls couldn't blame the girl for throttling him to death. She has only ever killed once after the incident and it was to protect Miss Zarefts young ward from harm. The aforementioned troll has been Roses mistress and friend ever since. A year ago, her owner broke tradition and "adopted" a lususless 4 sweeps old troll into the family whom Rose loves like a younger brother more than anything else. She will miss the Zarefts a great deal.
Writing sample:
Rose sighed as she walked out the door to her Mistress' block, it seemed, for the last time. She had great fondness for the house and it's occupants, having helped and been helped greatly by them. Her now ex-owner had deemed fit to give her a lovely purple dress for the occasion with long sleeves that covered her arms completely, custom made she suspected. The thought made her smile, she felt like more than a pet to the Zarefts at this point, more's the pity that she would be forced to leave. She looked back on what had been her home for the past 4 years, one last goodbye.
Suddenly she heard a cry from above and felt something come down on her, hard and wrap its arms around her neck from behind.
"Razzle!" Came a voice from behind. Roses cry of surprise turned into a chuckle as she realized who her assailant was. She clasped her hands behind her to make a seat for the hitchhiker.
"Master Zareft, please. You almost knocked me to the ground!" The teen replied with no small joy in her voice. For her "assailant" was none other than her Mistress ward, come to say one last goodbye of his own. The young troll kicked off her hands to settle on her shoulders. Geeze he was an agile little devil. He patted her head and giggled.
"The Virtuoso owns ya just as much as I do and say you can't leave!" Rose could only reply with a smile as kneeled and bent over to deposit the young one.
"As much as I'd love to obey that order, I cannot and you know that." She ruffled his hair. Besides it's your order against the Mistress and if I recall correctly her anger scares /both/ of us, now come on, I'll take you to her. She walked back up to the porch of the block, young troll in hand. She let him run to his "guardian" as she feel to her knees in respect. "Mistress Zareft" She said to the elderly one.
"Really Rose, how many times must I ask you to just call me by my name?"
"Afraid the best you'll be able to get out of me is "Virtuoso", my lady." To which the elderly sighed and held out both hands.
"Your wrists, Rose." Obediently, Rose raised both her hands up, gasping as was pulled up by what was probably the most sensitive part of her. The terror setting in as it always did. The troll wrapped her arms around her former pet. "You didn't cry out that time, can we presume you're getting better?" Rose nodded.
"Yes my lady, it's not nearly as bad as it used to be."
"That's good to hear." Her owner released her. "Now you keep working on that, and if anyone destroys all my hard work to treat you, you run to me and I will cut off /their/ hands." Rose chuckled, knowing she meant every word. "Now I believe you should kneel again, my ward wishes to say one last goodbye it seems." The young troll grasp roses hand and tugged her back down. She embraced him as he fell into her arms. The boy said nothing, probably not to seem weak, she guessed.
"Now you grow up to be a powerful and strong troll, alright Master? And remember what I told you about throwing knives?" The boy nodded, looking up at her
"The heart is a better target than the head. Not every strike needs to be a deathblow, you don't need to be flashy, they just need to be down."
"Then I must take my leave, goodbye young master, my lady." She nodded to the two in kind before getting up. "Thank you for keeping me."
She turned and walked down to the edge of the Virtuoso's block and sat down, awaiting whatever fate had in store for her.
Player info:
Nickname: Ethan works fine
Handle: tentacleTherapist
Years writing and RPing: I've been writing for as long as I can remember and have been rp'ing for roughly 3 years.
(It occurs to me I may have taken a great deal of liberties with setting for this applicatio, hopefully it's not /too/ bad though and if it is I shall endeavor to fix all gaps or misconceptions I may have created)