Post by ROSALIE CAMILLE AMBROSE on Dec 22, 2010 12:55:14 GMT -5
rosalie camille ambrose
character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
FULL NAME , rosalie camille ambrose
NICKNAMES , rose
AGE , twenty-one
BIRTHDAY , february second
SEXUALITY , heterosexual
GRADE , none, townie.
OCCUPATION , life guard
MEMBER GROUP , socialite
hello, my name is LAUREN. i am EIGHTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through SOHO DOLLS. so, here's an example of my average post:
unsure of what was even going on she listened quietly.
a few moments ago her phone had started buzzing off the hook. first, her house phone was ringing uncontrollably, and when her mother answered, silence. after her mother hung up the phone, mason's phone rang crazily, but he was passed out from the night before so it was ignored. angelina was the last resort. the last call. pilot's butler spoke quietly and slowly on the other line. when she had answered the butler simply told her to shut up and listen. as much as i and the house maids despise you, pilot needs help was all he had to say. angelina hung up the phone and threw it on her bed.
she was not taking it with her, there was no point. she knew pilot didnt have his, so why call? and she didnt want to be interrupted. not hesitating in wasting time she simply walked out the door in her clothes. a pair of skinny jeans, grey boots and a grey shirt. she ran outside to her car and started the engine. trying to think of the spots that she knew pilot would run to to escape. not wasting any time, she backed out and sped off in search for him.
after about an hour of failed searching she headed towards te brooklyn bridge. it was her last resort, his last resort. she was worried. would pilot actually ever kill himself? sh had known that recently rumors of her sleeping with shane a few weeks ago surfaced, but she didnt mean anything by it. it was drunken sex, an item that she now regretted. as she drove she felt her eyes fill with tears and she started to cry. she was a fuck up. she was the reason why he was sick, she was the reason why he ran off and she was the reason why he was always hurting.
as she was driving on the bridge she spotted a hair of red. slamming on her breaks she skidded off to the corner, practically smashing her car into the side of the bridge. she didnt care, getting out she ran over to the side. standing a few feet away from him she looked at him. he was sick, she knew this. but he looked bad. pilot.....please was all she said as she held out her hand. she wasnt sure if he was going to listen to her, but she had a feeling he was giong to explode.
please come down. dont do this. i love you she felt her voice shaking. she was terrified. she couldnt loose him now. she was the reason she stayed sober, the reason she hadnt even looked at another man in weeks. if he jumped, she jumped. as he stood near the edge she felt her stomach twist and turn. this was all her fault, maybe she needed to go away. for good this time. it would be better for pilot, her family and maybe even herself. she knew that leaving might put him in the downward spiral again so she didnt even mention it.
a few moments ago her phone had started buzzing off the hook. first, her house phone was ringing uncontrollably, and when her mother answered, silence. after her mother hung up the phone, mason's phone rang crazily, but he was passed out from the night before so it was ignored. angelina was the last resort. the last call. pilot's butler spoke quietly and slowly on the other line. when she had answered the butler simply told her to shut up and listen. as much as i and the house maids despise you, pilot needs help was all he had to say. angelina hung up the phone and threw it on her bed.
she was not taking it with her, there was no point. she knew pilot didnt have his, so why call? and she didnt want to be interrupted. not hesitating in wasting time she simply walked out the door in her clothes. a pair of skinny jeans, grey boots and a grey shirt. she ran outside to her car and started the engine. trying to think of the spots that she knew pilot would run to to escape. not wasting any time, she backed out and sped off in search for him.
after about an hour of failed searching she headed towards te brooklyn bridge. it was her last resort, his last resort. she was worried. would pilot actually ever kill himself? sh had known that recently rumors of her sleeping with shane a few weeks ago surfaced, but she didnt mean anything by it. it was drunken sex, an item that she now regretted. as she drove she felt her eyes fill with tears and she started to cry. she was a fuck up. she was the reason why he was sick, she was the reason why he ran off and she was the reason why he was always hurting.
as she was driving on the bridge she spotted a hair of red. slamming on her breaks she skidded off to the corner, practically smashing her car into the side of the bridge. she didnt care, getting out she ran over to the side. standing a few feet away from him she looked at him. he was sick, she knew this. but he looked bad. pilot.....please was all she said as she held out her hand. she wasnt sure if he was going to listen to her, but she had a feeling he was giong to explode.
please come down. dont do this. i love you she felt her voice shaking. she was terrified. she couldnt loose him now. she was the reason she stayed sober, the reason she hadnt even looked at another man in weeks. if he jumped, she jumped. as he stood near the edge she felt her stomach twist and turn. this was all her fault, maybe she needed to go away. for good this time. it would be better for pilot, her family and maybe even herself. she knew that leaving might put him in the downward spiral again so she didnt even mention it.
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character details
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE, EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
IT'S MY OWN DESIGN, IT'S MY OWN REMORSE, HELP ME TO DECIDE.
HEIGHT , five foot, six inches
EYE COLOR , hazel
HAIR COLOR , blonde
PLAY-BY , huntington-whiteley, rosie
LIKES , parties, white wine, the beach, tanning, dancing, modeling, money, fast cars, bad boys, sleeping, getting her nails done, small dogs, late nights, stars, winter, summer, children, her family, social events, drinking, cigarettes.
DISLIKES , sleeping in late, missing something, disappointment, meat, eating meat, being late, pain, getting scolded, spending money, business, working, liars, scum bags, womanizers, cheaters, liars.
FEARS , disappointing her family, drowning trying to save someone, failing at life and being unhappy.
DREAMS , rosalie dreams of one day becoming a famous model or ballet dancer. she cannot decide which she wants more.
SECRETS , she wants to let go of herself. she feels as if she is to reserved.
HABITS/QUIRKS , she corrects people as they are speaking. she was corrected growing up, now she does it to everyone.
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,
romantic
every little girl grows up believing in princesses, fairy tales, and that one mr right. rosalie was one of those girls. she loves romance, and everything about it. in rose's opinion every man should be like the ones she reads about in the books, every man should be willing to drop everything they are doing and whisk their princess away. rosalie is a classic romantic. she believes in doing everything the old fashioned way.
reserved
if given the option to go sky diving or stay at home and read a book, rosie would pick reading a book. it is her worst quality, the quality she hates the most about herself. she wants to let go, has been trying to let go for years. but she has failed, obviously. in her family, doing dangerous things outside of comfort level, is looked down upon. rosie wants to be the first one in her family to break free of that image. she is tired of sitting on the side watching her life pass her by in the fast lane.
sweet
rosie is probably the sweetest girl that you will ever meet. alot of people say that they are sweet, care and what not, but rosie is genuine. she shows it. rosie is never seen with a frown on her face, it just isnt her to show her unhappiness. rosie tends to others before she even thinks about her own problems. she is strong, and usually puts up walls so people do not see her bad sides. rosie is the expression 'i would take a bullet for you'. because, she would. rosie would take a bullet for a complete stranger, she beleives that everyone deserves a second chance.
hurting
although she seems strong, and willed, rosie is hurting inside. rosie hates her life. she hates being a socialite. she hates that her family is only known for their money, and scandal. she hates how she has to live up to the family name and be little miss perfect, because she is anything but. rosie wants to let go, escape, she puts up those walls so people do not see that she is inside hurting, which is slowly eating her apart.
character history
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM AND OF PLEASURE. NOTHING
EVER LASTS FOREVER. EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD.
MOTHER , gemma ray colittle-ambrose
FATHER , flick hector ambrose
SIBLINGS ,
emmaline ambrose, twenty three
pilot ambrose, eighteen
PETS , TOBI & PONCHO
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, none
HOMETOWN , east hampton, ny
OVERALL ,
entries from her therapist
NOVEMBER SIXTEENTH, AGE: FOUR
today was the first day that rosalie ever witnessed violence in her home. she sat at the desk in my office and took two dolls, both male. the taller of the figures, she usually used to portray her father, as soon as she spoke in his mimicked voice, i knew it was him. the other, however, was frightening, angry, and scary. she proceeded to show me the 'scary' man hitting her father, beating him to the ground, soon she showed the man leaving, saying that daddy was dying. something happened, i think its time i alert the police.
DECEMBER FOURTH, AGE: SEVEN
after a long and painful trial, rosalie is now back in therapy with me. what i mean by trial? the poor girl was forced to sit up in front of the 'scary' man who was identified as twenty three year old marcus henry, and her father who was in casts, and admit that she saw marcus beat her father, to the point where he was left to die. rosalie is starting to show signs of fear, hate, and bitter. she no longer comes running into my room asking if it was her turn. now she comes when called, and sits quietly, answering with one word. i guess this is part of her growing up, but it feels...different.
JULY SIXTH, AGE FOURTEEN
i stopped seeing rosie. her parents stopped treatment, stating that i was making her worse. they tried to sue me, but rosie made them drop the charges. im not even sure what is going on with her, but i took a stroll by her house the other night. things didnt look good. i witnessed the family, sitting at dinner, her father at the head, but her mother was missing. rosie sat quietly, she was alone. the other kids, im not sure where they were. what i saw next, i had to confess to the police. her father, nearly flipping the table, grabbed her and threw her down. i didnt witness what happened after, but i can only imagine.
[b\SEPTEMBER FOUTH, AGE; NINETEEN
i think its time that rosie get out of therapy. she is healing, slowly but surely. her father, still in jail for the incident that happened, has apologized. im unsure of how much longer he will be in there for, but rosie is getting better, slowly but surely. i have nothing to report except, i am proud of her.
NOVEMBER THIRTIETH, AGE: TWENTY-ONE
she showed up crying. her father got out. her mother was in an affair and she hated her life. i guess its time to take rosie back into therapy. she is hurting, i guess she put up those walls ,fooled me, in a way. everyone needs help, but rosie, i dont know what i can do for your fucked up family.
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