Post by rosemary volfkovich on Aug 7, 2013 5:06:58 GMT
ROSEMARY • CASEY • VOLFKOVICH
LOOKS LIKE THE HOLY GHOST IS GONE
t h e . b a s i c s
,NICKNAMES: Rose, Rosie Jr., Jr.
,GENDER: Male. I fool a lot of people with my feminine ways. Female, duh.
,AGE/D.O.B: Seventeen, May 1st (because new proboards won't let a differen't birtday happen. Jerks.)
,HOUSE: Ravenclaw.
,OCCUPATION: Street hustler.
,BLOOD STATUS: Muggle born. Mom is a total awesome mutant .. but that's not an option here!
,SPECIES/GROUP: Witch. Wizard's are dudes.
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NOW YOU’RE AFRAID OF YOURSELF
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HEAVEN FALL INTO HELL
t h e . h i s t o r y
,MOTHER: Rosalyn "HOT MAMA" Volfkovich
,SIBLINGS: Too many.
,OTHER FAMILY: I consider Lip Cooper to be my cousin.
,SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: My friends and I we've cracked the code. We count our dollars on the train to the party ... and everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this, we didn't come from money. ... we're comfortable enough. But hey, while I'm at it ..
But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom. Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room, we don't care, we're driving cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like cristal, maybach, diamonds on your time piece. Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash .. We don't care we aren't caught up in your love affair .. and we'll never be royals, it don't run in our blood.. that kind of lux just ain't for us we crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler, you can call me queen B And baby I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule. Let me live that fantasy.
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LOOKS LIKE YOUR BOAT’S ABOUT TO SINK
t h e . p l a y e r
,YOURAGE: Still 94
,YOUREXPERIENCE: pffft.
,YOUROTHERCHARS: Mannie Tanzer
,YOURTIMEZONE: Still Vulcan
,YOURSAMPLE:
Rosie sat in her room, just staring at her wall. She had spent the night at home, alone, and away from Casey so she could speak to her parents about what she'd just found out about herself. As it turns out, they kept quiet about her chance of being even more odd than before. Apparently her sister can teleport, and all of this was just dumped on her lap within a few days. Part of it made her sick, and the other part .. well, it just seemed right. Her family was always somewhat off. Not weird, like weird people who's house smells like soup. Yes, embrace the Juno reference. No, it wasn't like that. From the outside, they looked like a typical family. Both her parents are teachers, her sister kind of always off in her own world, the same as Rosie. She had always felt different growing up, and now she knew why. Her dad can teleport, and her mom can share her thoughts with people as well.
It was all like a dream, and for the past couple days Rosie had felt like she'd been walking around in a daze. Not only did she discover how abnormal she was, Casey also asked her to marry him. Yes, they were young. But since the age of fifteen, Rosie knew deep down that she wanted to be with CC, only. And always. After discussing with her parents what she'd found out at the lake, she told them that she was going to marry Casey. He'd already asked for their blessing when he left her at the house, and then she had confirmed with them that she would marry him. They weren't shocked. They both explained to Rosie that they figured as much, even at their young age. Part of Rosie agreed that they were young, but it didn't matter. When you know that you're meant to be with someone, why should there be a set age to get married? Now with both topics of discussion out of the way, Rosie felt better. Well, that was until she couldn't sleep.
Now, sitting on her chair, still staring at her wall, Rosie's hands shook almost uncontrollably. In fact, her whole right arm was covered in paint up to her shoulder. When she was done with her parents, she had decided to paint a forest on her wall. Something that could be soothing, and mysterious. Lost in thought, and not thinking about what she was painting--which was the opposite for her usually-- Rosie finished, and didn't even realize that she was done until she was setting down her brush. It was off, different. She always prided herself on her art work. But this, it was eerily real. After stepping back from the painting, Rosie had moved across her room to drink some water, then hurried back to the painting to remove it before it was too dry. That's when she tripped, and her arm went in. Yes, her damn arm went in. Panicked, Rosie moved back across the room, and seemed to sit and basically watch the paint dry. She told herself that she slipped in the paint. That it wasn't what she thought it was. So, after it was dry. It would be a normal painting.
It seemed to take a couple hours, and this time Rosie walked cautiously up to the painting, and pressed her hands to it. It was dry, and the painting felt normal. Taking a deep breath, relieved she pressed harder and thought about how she imagined her arm sliding in. That's when both her hands went in. Breathless, and scared, she wiggled her fingers and actually felt a breeze on them. Stepping back, and tightly folding her arms across her chest, Rosie looked at the painting in awe. What had she done? Her parents didn't mention this. They would have mentioned the possibility of this. Nu uh, she wasn't going to tell anyone .. anyone but Casey. First, she just needed to be sure. Keeping her arms out, and taking a deep breath, Rosie put her head in, and opened her eyes slowly. Sure enough, she was in her painting. Excited and terrified at the same time, she jerked her head back, and ever since then.
It was all like a dream, and for the past couple days Rosie had felt like she'd been walking around in a daze. Not only did she discover how abnormal she was, Casey also asked her to marry him. Yes, they were young. But since the age of fifteen, Rosie knew deep down that she wanted to be with CC, only. And always. After discussing with her parents what she'd found out at the lake, she told them that she was going to marry Casey. He'd already asked for their blessing when he left her at the house, and then she had confirmed with them that she would marry him. They weren't shocked. They both explained to Rosie that they figured as much, even at their young age. Part of Rosie agreed that they were young, but it didn't matter. When you know that you're meant to be with someone, why should there be a set age to get married? Now with both topics of discussion out of the way, Rosie felt better. Well, that was until she couldn't sleep.
Now, sitting on her chair, still staring at her wall, Rosie's hands shook almost uncontrollably. In fact, her whole right arm was covered in paint up to her shoulder. When she was done with her parents, she had decided to paint a forest on her wall. Something that could be soothing, and mysterious. Lost in thought, and not thinking about what she was painting--which was the opposite for her usually-- Rosie finished, and didn't even realize that she was done until she was setting down her brush. It was off, different. She always prided herself on her art work. But this, it was eerily real. After stepping back from the painting, Rosie had moved across her room to drink some water, then hurried back to the painting to remove it before it was too dry. That's when she tripped, and her arm went in. Yes, her damn arm went in. Panicked, Rosie moved back across the room, and seemed to sit and basically watch the paint dry. She told herself that she slipped in the paint. That it wasn't what she thought it was. So, after it was dry. It would be a normal painting.
It seemed to take a couple hours, and this time Rosie walked cautiously up to the painting, and pressed her hands to it. It was dry, and the painting felt normal. Taking a deep breath, relieved she pressed harder and thought about how she imagined her arm sliding in. That's when both her hands went in. Breathless, and scared, she wiggled her fingers and actually felt a breeze on them. Stepping back, and tightly folding her arms across her chest, Rosie looked at the painting in awe. What had she done? Her parents didn't mention this. They would have mentioned the possibility of this. Nu uh, she wasn't going to tell anyone .. anyone but Casey. First, she just needed to be sure. Keeping her arms out, and taking a deep breath, Rosie put her head in, and opened her eyes slowly. Sure enough, she was in her painting. Excited and terrified at the same time, she jerked her head back, and ever since then.
