Rose Amick

[Rose Amick//Valerie Jade]

Type of Character: Elemental
Desired House: Slytherin
Year: 6th
Age: 16
Birthday: December 6th.
Appearance:

Rose is a naturally gorgeous girl, who is also naturally slender. She possesses a tall, curvaceous figure and a feminine but slightly intimidating face. Her hair ranges on different days, different seasons. At times it is a dark brown, almost black, and at other times it is a light brown tinted with rings of auburn.

Her skin is porcelain and healthily pale at most times, but during the summer season she tans very well. As mentioned before, she is very slender and very tall, naturally. Her face is feminine and pointed but not sharp, and she uses makeup sparingly.

Rose's clothing style ranges on how she feels. One days she'll be wearing floaty victorian lace and the next pure black leather. There is often a little edge found in her style, though.

Rose has gray-brown eyes that sometimes appear green in bright light. It should also be added that despite her slender figure, Rose has strength that could rival some of the strongest men, and she is often under-estimated in that field.

Likes:

Rose is inclined to loud music, to pointless amusement, and often danger. She has a knack for getting into trouble, but her pretty face and slick charm normally get her out of it. She enjoys singing, and possesses a pleasant voice for doing so. She also likes the normal teenage things - boys, shopping, clothes, and, well, boys.

She also, thought most wouldn't guess, likes to read and write, and of course, enjoys magic and it's wonders.

Dislikes:

There are quite a few things that happen to irk Rose, and among them are stupid fangirls that clog up the library to look at the latest hottie of the week, girl that simply can't keep their mouths shut and are often the cause of rumors and gossip. While Rose is a cool, somewhat cold girl, she finds no joy in spreading rumors.

As a random but honest add-on, she absolutely despises when people interrupt her while she is doing something she truly enjoys.

Strengths:

Rose is a strong girl in many ways, shapes and forms. Physically, she is well-prepared for anything and is often the only person not surprised by a new turn of events. Despite her nonchalant attitude about school she is extremely book smart, as well as skilled in practical classes. She is also very clever, both street-smart and academic-smart.

Weaknesses:

Rose has a weakness for what most teenage girls do - a cute boy with a sharp tongue. Besides that, she sometimes is too cold, and often shuts people out to protect herself. There is also the fact that despite her state of popularity, she cares a bit too much what others think of her.

Favorite Food:

Rose favors any type of Italian food, simply because her family wealth comes from old Italian money and she grew up on that sort of food. This includes pizza, penne a la vodka, shrimp dishes, pretty much anything you can find in a fancy pizzeria. As a side-note, she loves vegetables and fruits, as well.

Favorite color(s):

Rose's favorite colors include black, green, blue and silver. They are all cool and to her, refreshing.

Family Finances: Wealthy
Heritage: Pureblood
Wand Type: 11 inches, Oak wood, Unicorn hair.
Pet:

Rose has a cat named Belladonna. She is very tiny, as she is still a kitten. Her fur is mostly a shining black, and her paws are tipped with white, as well as her stomach and a little marking below her neck. Her eyes are a vibrant yellow-green. Bella is playful and often demands attention, which, as an animal lover, Rose often gives it.

Broom: Firebolt
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Prized Posession:

Hmm...Rose's prized possession would most likely be her cat, Belladonna, simply because she is only open with Bella and it was the first present she ever really received from her family.

Special Ability:

Well, Rose has an inexplicable charm that ends up getting her out of bad situations. She also can speak fluent Italian. As an important note, she has control over the element of air.

Personality:

Rose's eprsonality to teh outside world reflects her ability to control air. She is aloof and, well, airy. One word to describe Rose: cool. She is most often cold and calculating, and is only truly open to her baby kitten, Bella. Despite her cool, nonchalant nature, she has respect and gives it only to those she deems worthy. She doesn't spread rumors simply because she knows she wouldn't like it done to her. If you are actually Rose's friend, you will see her playful, joking and sarcastic nature that most come to love.

The getting to be her friend, that's the hard part. She likes trouble and adventure, and is often found leading a group of students off grounds when she isn't supposed to. She enjoys parties and drinking...because it's fun. Rose is a bit of an enigma, because to those on the outside, she is rude, sarcastic and cruel, but those that know her are confident in the fact that she is so much more.

Character History:

Rose was born to a wealthy family, and was the second child, the youngest. She has an older sister who overshadows her in every right. Clarissa is smarter, prettier, and snootier, too. Clarissa is the heir to her family's Italian money, and the only reason Rose hasn't been disowned is 'out of the pure goodness of Clarissa's heart.' Needless to say, Clarissa and Rose have a rocky relationship.

Her parents, Roberto and Amelia, are rarely home and when they are, they have no kind words for Rose. The only present Rose ever received from them was Belladonna, her kitten, and this was received just before she left for school this year, only because it had been a gift to Clarissa and Clarissa didn't like Bella.

Born with the power of controlling air, Rose found herself quite startled the first time a strange gust of wind knocked Clarissa off the stage one year during a school play. Rose has been angry at her sister fro something she couldn't even remember now, and as she stared at the tall blonde, a wind with unforseen strength blew out of nowhere [ the play was indoors ] and knocked Clarissa off the stage..

Outside, a storm was brewing, and trees were being blown over by wind. It took Rose quite some time to realize that she had transported some of that wind indoors. As soon as Rose understood her ability [ somewhat, anyway, considering she still doesn't understand it fully to this day ] she began studying it, working on it, and striving to perfect it. She is quite proud of her abilities and can not wait to obtain the ability to grow wings, though she knows there is much work ahead.

Clarissa is 23, and has been out of school for some time, but does not work or do anything, really. The only people in that house that were ever really kind to her were the help, a family of six that went by the name of the Claudio's. They didn't condone Rose's rash behavoir, unless it poked fun at Clarissa, who they also had a rocky relationship with, but they understood why she did it and they understood her. They were always kind and when Rose goes home over the summer, most of her time is spent with them.

Sample RP Roleplay:

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Patrolling hours had ended exactly fours hours, six minutes and twenty-three seconds ago - not that she cared. The girl in question wouldn't be bothered by anyone, as all the students in the school had seemingly gone out of their way to avoid her at all costs, even if it meant being late to a meeting and taking a longer path around the whole school just to keep away from her. She had been in a strange state since the prom, not that anyone could really blame her, though they always thought she was over-reacting quite a bit.

Not that they'd ever say it to her face.

The truth was they didn't even know a full sixteenth of the entire story, and they made themselves look like self-righteous fools when they dared to assume they did. It was that presumptuous and bitchy, hypocritical attitude that had gotten a second year Onyxshadow and broken nose and a concussion. The stupid girl had it coming - whining about her poor, little murderer who was getting the dementor's kiss. And then, when she had the nerve to mention Liam - she simply lost it and massacred the girl - Cyndy-Rae something or other. One punch, and the silly little weakling was out for the count.

The brunette rounded a corner, right hand hanging loosely out of her back jean pocket. Her jeans were dark-stone washed with the slightest hints of a gray undertone in the indigo hue. They flared out at the end and were distressed and destroyed. Her shoes were plain black sneakers and her shirt was simple - a black t-shirt with a small skull and crossbones insignia on her right sleeve. Her brown-black hair was straight and down, just the way it had been when she had rolled out of bed, though considerably less knotted.

Lexalia's face was drawn into a tight, blank and emotionless stare, no twitch of a smile, no risen eyebrow. She hadn't bothered to do either in a short while. She had been much too preoccupied with scowling and nothingness. She had tried to sleep tonight - she had hoped as she hadn't in a long time for a semblance of relaxation - calm, quiet sleep. It never came - something she should have expected. She'd fallen asleep after a while, of course, but then the dreams had started. The nightmares. the memories.

Her dreams - they couldn't truthfully be called nightmares. They were memories, just more vivid and detailed than she could remember on her own. They taunted her, replaying in her mind with some sickening sort of commentary that she wished she could quell. Whenever she dared to stuff the memories down, they'd attack with more ferocity, become more vivid and gruesome. So, after a while, she gave up on sleep. The symptoms of it were well hidden with a simple, easy to perform glamor charm.

The brunette bit her lip, ignoring the slight, dull sting. She had long ago adapted to pain, if she could even call a simple cut pain. Before the fourth-year knew it, there was a chilling breeze on her bare skin, which gave reason to the non-existent ceiling, replaced by a smattering of stars across the darkened sky. Normally she'd stop to admire, but she couldn't even feel the admiration in her, the appreciation. It had departed the moment all the other emotion [ save for anger, rage, and madness ] had picked up and run from her body, all-together, gone forever.

Lexalia manuevered her way through the grounds, barely noticing where she was, in fact, headed to - until she came face to face with the beginnings of the mountain trail. It was there that she spotted someone else, up ahead. Her eyes - trained to see in situations that rendered other's blind - made out a person she had met once and only once. A person she would rather have never seen again, for the girl was not one she cared for. Nonetheless, the second year would not deter her from whatever it is she had felt like doing out here, so the brunette continued walking, eventually passing by Nana, not even glancing in her direction.

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[Baisley Twins]

Very nice! Slytherin it is.