Hathaway, Rosmarie[WIP]

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ROSE HATHAWAY

"I say the things you're afraid to".









Every rose has its thorn
Just like every dark has its dawn

Given Name:
Rosemarie Hathaway
Nickname(s):
Rose, Roza
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
17
Race:
Dhampir
Home Town:
Montana


Fandom:
Vampire Academy
Canon or Original:
Canon

Character Portrayal:

Hair: Rose's hair falls just below her shoulders. Like her mothers, it has curl to it, though it's not wild, more of a wave than a curl. unlike her mother, Rose inherited her father's dark toned hair, a nearly raven black with natural highlights of various shades of brown. She wears it us in a pony tail most of the time, like most Dhampir woman do, since she refuses to cut it. Though, on special occasions, she wears it down.
Eyes:
Her eyes are nothing special. A chocolate brown inherited from her Turkish father.
Height/build:
Rose stands at five foot seven, not exactly tall, but not quite short either. She may seem slightly curvy with a first glance, but further observations will show that every inch of her was solid muscle, gained from years of training with the other Dhampir novices.
Individual Features: Rose has a style all her own, while sticking with Guardian guidelines. Sure, she wasn't a Guardian yet, but the dress code has been drilled in her head since she'd been able to understand English. She sticks with neutral colors, mostly black and white, though she'll sometimes throw in a little grey here and there. She'll only wear an obscene amount of color when forced. Even with formal events, she sticks with black as her go-to color, mostly because it compliments her exotic complexion. Unlike a lot of the other Dhampir in Montana, Rose inherited most of her looks from her father. Her skin is tinted olive, though it is paler than a normal person with the same complexion. She has no marks are scars, mainly because her best friend hasn't allowed it. Rose has always been healed from anything to serious.


Powers: (Not sure if you'd consider these powers, but yeah)
Martial Arts: Rose has been trained skilled in martial arts since she'd begun at St. Valdimir's Academy, like all of the other Dhampir novices. 
Weapon Adept: Along with martial arts, Rose also knows how to use a wide array of weapons, such as guns, knives, and silver stakes. She's also always willing to learn more. 
The Bond: Unknown to everyone but a select few, Rose and her best friend, Lissa, have a special bond that connects them telepathically, though it really only works one way. Rose can slip into Lissa's head, see's what her friend sees, as well as reading Lissa's emotions and sometimes her thoughts.

Family:
Janine Hathaway-Mother. Father unknown at this time.
Friends:
Vasilisa Dragomir, Mason Ashford, Dimitri Belikov, Christian Ozera, Eddie Castile
Enemies:



Occupation:
Student/Dhampire Novice/Guardian-in-training

Personality: [give us a good few paragraphs. Show us you know the character and their good sides, their flaws… Show us you know them. at least a few hundred words]



Likes:

+ Lissa

+ Proving herself
+ Proving people wrong
+ Greasy fries
+ Acting like a normal teenager


Dislikes:

+ Her mother
+ Authority
+ Being told no
+ Someone talking down to her
+ Running


Fears:

+ Failing in her job to protect Lissa
+ Becoming Strigoi

History: (Here's the deal guys. We want at least a few hundred words. Limit is five hundred, we'd like more. This is where you prove you know your character. Don't skimp out. Also DO NOT COPY FROM WIKI. In the past I have had a huge problem with people copying application histories. Do not do it. I will deny you. You've been warned.)



Random Facts:

Name/alias:
Trell/Trelly
Age: 23
RP Experience:
13 years
Any Other Characters?:
Not yet ^_^




RP Sample: This couldn't be happening, not again, not here. Rose silently cursed as she felt herself being dragged into the head of her best friend in the world. She reached out blindly for a moment before finding a bench to steady herself on, just in time to fully slip into Lissa's head. She could see everything as Lissa saw, felt everything Lissa felt. She could feel the hands on her, feel the attraction practically pouring from the two bodies rolling around on the dusty floor in the Chapel attic. The excitement flowed through her, the anticipation burning almost as brightly. The love she was feeling was indescribable. 

That was when she tried to pull herself out. 

This wasn't her moment, it was Lissa's. This was an invasion of privacy, far worse than actually walking in on the two of them.

She took a deep breath, calming herself before she attempted to forcefully yank herself out of her best friends head. The first two times, it didn't work, and part of her was wanting to just stay in Lissa's head and enjoy the experience, but she pushed that little part aside. She focused herself until she was once against staring at the training grounds, her other two best friends staring at her like she'd just eaten the head off of a chicken. "What?" Her voice came out shaky, as if she had really been the one in the chapel attic, and a thin layer of sweat had broken out over her body. The two boys just kept staring at her, and with each passing second, Rose felt her patience wane a little bit. "Seriously! What?!" Her voice had grown a little louder, which seemed to shock the boys out of their trance. "Sorry Rose, you just kinda spaced out. Had this weird look in your eyes." Rose tried not to show that she was affected by the words.

People couldn't know. That would be too dangerous. "Yeah, well. I'm fine, as you can see." She snapped the words at the boys before she stood up, taking her place on one of the training mats. Her personal instructor, who happened to be a super hottie, approached her, causing her heart to beat just a little bit faster. Without a word, he was on her. They were both throwing kicks and punches, but Rose was distracted. Her head was playing tricks on her, telling her that she wished she was doing the things with Dimitri that Lissa and Christian had been doing in the chapel. The distraction gave the Guardian enough of an opening to sweep a leg under hers, taking her to the ground, the air all leaving her in a rush. "Damn." She coughed out before she crawled to her feet, simply moving back to the bench. The boys were still staring at her. She needed a plan. And she needed one, now.

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