Post by ROSALIE A. THATCH on Dec 25, 2009 23:02:15 GMT -5
welcome to the mistaken tour,
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NICKNAMES: rose, rosie, lee-lee
AGE: 18
BIRTH DATE: April 9th
HOMETOWN: Little Rock Arkansas
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: techie
FACE CLAIM: amanda hendrick
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES:liars, abusers, snobs, and public bathrooms. dogs, wolves, or anything scary of that nature.comedies.Wasting my time on people that don't deserve it
PERSONALITY:Well, Rosalie is sort of shy when you first meet her, so it can be hard for her to make a lot of friends, but when she does actually get close to you, she's really wild. She hasADHD so she's usually pretty bouncy. She's honest, and likes to think she has good morals, but they get tested every once in a while. She's unique, and doesn't like to do what everyone else does. She's head strong, and oppinionated, and usually doesn't change her opinion about you once it's made. SheI doesn't think she's a terrible person, and tries to be as nice as possible, but sometimes she slips up.
FAMILY:
Mother: Lauren Rebecca Thatch- Nurse- 44
Step- Father: Rupert Arnold Henderson- Professor- 51
Sister: Lillian Melissa Rhem- Fashion designer- 21
Brother-in-law: Dakota Antony Rhem - Musician- 22
HISTORY: Rosalie Anne Thatch was the seond child born into the Thatch family. Her parents loved her, well, her mom loved her, and her dad simply left when she was nine. Rose doesn't really remember much about him so it doesn't offend her. She worked hard all through school but she knew it really wasn't for her. Her family moved around a lot since her step dad was constantly switching schools. Rose didn't mind, she liked to travel. The thing she loved more than travel though, was music. She herself didn't have enough guts to do anything on stage, but she wanted to be a part of it. She decided teching was the best way to go and she ended up with Lyrical Lies. Shes happy to be on her own and ready to live life.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 17
TIMEZONE: est
RANDOM FACT: uhmm, once you get me talking about music...I don't shut up XD
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
"Zephyr, eat this," her mother commanded sliding a turkey sandwhich across the table towards her. Even if she wasn't on a diet, Zephyr didn't think she would eat that trash. "I'm good, I'll eat at Autumns," she lied. Zephyr hated liars above all things, but it seemed that for the past two weeks she had been lying to everyone. Everyone except Zach, she didn't think she could ever do that. Her mother just seemed to wilt, Zephyr please, I'm worried." Zephyr plucked a grape from the ceramic bowl in the middle of the table. She popped the green fruit into her mouth, forcing a smile. "See, I ate." She felt so disgusting swallowing even that tiny grape. Eating now had thrown her whole schedule off track, she wasn't supposed to eat anything for three more days. "No, that's not eating." He mother said picking the plate up off of the table and taking a bite of the sanwhich herself. "You've lost too much weight, I'm sending you back to Dr. Lingmans. She paused a moment, "I can't believe you would do this to your family, again!" He mother exclaimed slamming her hand down on the counter. Zephyr had barely lost any weight at all, she was only 95 pounds. She didn't understand, she had been doing so well, pretending to be ok for these past two weeks. Zephyr couldn't see Zach during the week and she had to go out of town last weekend, so it had been close to two weeks since she had seen him, and in those two weeks she had lost ten pounds. Not enough. You can't do this!" Zephyr yelled. "I can, and I will," her mom said after she regained her composure. "Have fun at Autumns, we will be discussing this when you get home." With one last withering look Zephyr snatched her bag filled with clothes off of the table and stormed out of the apartment.
She needed to blow off steam, and work off what she had eaten so instead of taking the elevator, she opted for the stairs. As she walked down the block she couldn't help but think of the terrible events that would be the product of visiting that wretched man that chose to call himseld Dr. Lingman. Just the thought of going back made her burst into tears. No one noticed, and if they did notice they didn't care, as she walked down the street crying. She had to keep reminding herself that she was on her way to see Zach. He seemed to be the only person that could make her happy lately. Two weeks away from him had been entirely too long. Zephyr didn't like waiting five days to see him, let alone fourteen. Things would be easier if she were his age, but she only had one more year, and she wouldn't have to worry about her parents. Thank God. She took a shaky breath as she stormed down the street. She had to keep her breathing even too much exercise and too little food made her vision rather wobbly. She paused when she got to his apartment. She wiped the tears off of her face, she didn't want to worry him. She loved Zach more than words could say, but she felt like she hurt him more than anyone else that she knew. She fixed her appearance a bit, today was supposed to be a good day, not a sad one. Zephyr opened the door, she went for the element of surprise instead of knocking. Her smile appeared naturally when she saw him sitting on the couch, the toothy grin wasn't forced like she felt every other smile had been lately. "Hey there," She said curling up next to him. "I've missed you," she said softly reaching up to kiss his cheek. Sitting next to him made her realize how tiny she actually had become. Zephyr had never felt this insubstantial sitting next to him, and for the first time she felt scared. Her smile faltered a bit on the edges, but it stayed the there nevertheless. It's hard to smile when she was with the boy she loved, when she was with Zach.
She needed to blow off steam, and work off what she had eaten so instead of taking the elevator, she opted for the stairs. As she walked down the block she couldn't help but think of the terrible events that would be the product of visiting that wretched man that chose to call himseld Dr. Lingman. Just the thought of going back made her burst into tears. No one noticed, and if they did notice they didn't care, as she walked down the street crying. She had to keep reminding herself that she was on her way to see Zach. He seemed to be the only person that could make her happy lately. Two weeks away from him had been entirely too long. Zephyr didn't like waiting five days to see him, let alone fourteen. Things would be easier if she were his age, but she only had one more year, and she wouldn't have to worry about her parents. Thank God. She took a shaky breath as she stormed down the street. She had to keep her breathing even too much exercise and too little food made her vision rather wobbly. She paused when she got to his apartment. She wiped the tears off of her face, she didn't want to worry him. She loved Zach more than words could say, but she felt like she hurt him more than anyone else that she knew. She fixed her appearance a bit, today was supposed to be a good day, not a sad one. Zephyr opened the door, she went for the element of surprise instead of knocking. Her smile appeared naturally when she saw him sitting on the couch, the toothy grin wasn't forced like she felt every other smile had been lately. "Hey there," She said curling up next to him. "I've missed you," she said softly reaching up to kiss his cheek. Sitting next to him made her realize how tiny she actually had become. Zephyr had never felt this insubstantial sitting next to him, and for the first time she felt scared. Her smile faltered a bit on the edges, but it stayed the there nevertheless. It's hard to smile when she was with the boy she loved, when she was with Zach.
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