Post by mosstheboss on Mar 15, 2011 17:52:43 GMT -5
[/font]ROSEMARYADALIAANGELO!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Moss. I am eighteen years old and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for a few years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have Moss Corey Green on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Rosemary Adalia AngeloNickname: Rosie
Age: Thirty-Nine
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Member Group: Regular Civilian, Owner of local Herbal Remedy and Witchcraft Shop.
Appearance:
The Gods had once been kind to her and blessed her with a very elegant figure and a pointed, feminine face. Now perhaps you would call what she once was an 'old beauty' but years of struggle has reduced her beauty to a mere shadow but if given the thought she can reform some of that old characteristics. Her hair is long, curly and rarely cut - colored soft brown with hints of gold here and there. Her eyes are dark brown to the point of black with thick eyelashes and an arched brow and her nose is straight and narrow giving her the songbird look from head-on. Her clothing style varies but she tends to go for long skirts and vintage dresses when working. She keeps herself clean but as a rule she appears always to be messy and reeking of herbs and incense.
Personality:
Unlike many demi-god parents who have gone funny, Rosie was funny before she even met the great god of wine. Having grown up with her older sister she was always in for some competition which soon became an obsession as she reached her teens. Her sister was the more attractive, the smarter and more mature one of the two in her eyes and the sibling rivalry was immense from an early age and this has continued into adult life between her and other women (I.e women) making her seem somewhat bitchy and snobby. Well heck that’s just the way she is and of course she is better than you - she fucked a god for gods sake! Anyway, she’s very flamboyant and will sing and quote randomly to herself and to other people not really taking in any of the gibberish they are spouting. She’s very self-absorbed, cocky, easily irritated, sarcastic and selfish and while years alone have taught her that being such a way gains you no friends, being this way means also that you don’t break your spirit.
On the other hand if you catch her on a binge then you are in for a surprise. Drink makes everything better! She is the life and soul of the party and will dance and fuck like the best of them not thinking of the consequences. When talking about her late lover she will talk of him tenderly then curse the day she met him… a bit of a love-hate relationship as anyone knows when you’re glued to the bottle. Drugs? Sure, but only the smoking kind. Nine times out of ten she has a cigarette in her clutches and is merrily puffing away while looking at you like you’re a squashed insect. Her Achilles heel may be that she regrets leaving her child with her horrible sister but at the time she knew it was best and now she wants to make amends but Rosie's scars run deep and perhaps she will find out she needs to reject her only daughter to keep her safe from her mistakes.
Likes:
- The Bottle.
- Light/Floaty Fabrics.
- Mythology.
- Classical Music.
- Horror Films.
- Generally Just freaky Shit.
Dislikes:
- Children.
- Other Women.
- The Idea Of Romance.
- Chips. Don't Eat Them.
- Dolphins.
- Vacuum Noise.
Mother: Annalise Angelo, Deceased
Father: Ezio Castello Angelo, age, occupation
Siblings: Sister, unknown, legal Guardian of her child
Pets:
History: short history here
She was born to normal parents with normal expectations for their children. Her older sister was mature, sensible and beautiful with many male admirers which she politely declined on the basis that she wanted to settle down only after her studies… pfft, goodie-two-shoes. Rosie on the other hand was the tantrum child that would demand more and more, biting and scratching at her ‘perfect’ sister whenever the chance came up. Her mother even dubbed her the ‘devils child’ and that name branded her until her early teens when she adapted the goth look from her peers and quickly became known as the crazy goth bitch. That was all fine - she was getting more attention here than what she was getting from home. At fourteen she started dabbling in drink and drugs and this continued even when the family moved abroad to get away from their hectic life and hoped that their troubled daughter would find peace here. If anything, she rebelled more and the addictions and party life consumed here. It was on one occasion at the age of seventeen that she attended a ‘Greek Party’ where everyone was there to dress up and get wasted. A cheeky looking guy approached her and charmed her into his embrace. He introduced himself only as ‘D’.
After this he would routinely take her out to beautiful places - be it a vineyard or a picnic under the starts he wooed her and she became more secure about herself. After three blissful weeks of romance he left and she was left with a surprising womb-raider. The sickness was terrible and she couldn’t drink… for once in her few years she was completely clean. Her parents were horrified but not surprised but nonetheless she was told to move out where she rented a little flat near the city. It was scary, drugs and sin were everywhere and temptation lurked. Soon after she gave birth to the little child she left the hospital to raise her on her own but it was very difficult. At one point she considered prostitution to pay for nappies but there was a niggling in her head that it was not worth it. Did she ask for this child? No. Did she love this child? It was hard to. Did she want to throttle her whenever she cried? Of course she did but when it got to the point that she was unable to even look at the child without crying she knew there was something wrong. After three years of this she was tired and hateful but still wanted somebody to love this child when she couldn’t do it herself… so she wandered with the child in her arms until she couldn’t walk no more.
She appeared at an old vineyard. The crops had withered and the place smelled strongly of decay… nobody could hurt the child here. Laying the babe on the ground she turned to leave only to be drawn back by the sound of a voice telling her too. On the ground around the child the vines were tickling at her, she was laughing and it seemed almost like the grapes were laughing too. She had never seen anything quite as beautiful or as bizarre in her life. The smile on her baby’s lips was enough for her to pick her up and cuddle her since the first time she was born. Was it love? Fear? It was something but on her way home she stopped off by her sisters for the first time in years and begged her to take her lovely daughter. With one last goodbye she turned and left.
If anything, her need to better herself has made her bitter but the love of a child does strange things to a person. She has never married and never had children to this day but she promises herself that one day she will pick up her baby and cuddle her like she did back then.
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