Rose Evans | Criminal ●

[Rose Evans]

Name: Rose Estelle Evans Age: 16 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Faction: Criminal Occupation: High school student Playby: Princess Resurrection, Riza Wildman Traits Positive Quick Thinker Open to New Ideas Spontaneous Imaginative Honest Hardworking Easy going Negative Careless Spiteful Mistrusting Day dreamer Quick to fight Stubborn Over dramatic - Will be filled in someday History The baby of an affluent Boston family, Rose had everything she could ask for rather early on: a mommy who loved her, a daddy who smiled at her, and siblings galore all of whom she adored. While the family wasn’t perfect by a long shot- what with her eldest brother being a rebel and her mother being the enabler to this among other things, Rose grew up well taken care of and well-loved or so she always felt. The growing toddler would rather quickly blossom into a bubbly girly girl often seen clinging to the fringes of taller people’s clothing and offering up a mildly devious grin to others as it was she wasn’t quite the perfect little girl plenty made her out to be. She liked playing and roughhousing with the boys as much as she enjoyed her peaceful tea times with other children, and under those pink or yellow dresses were very often a pair of shorts for obvious reasons. Entering her years of schooling, she would not be sent as far as her siblings had been and was kept close enough to home where she could easily walk back and forth between the two places- not without a sea of servants and nannies trailing her of course. Leaning towards and extrovert nature rather quickly, Rose showed interest in almost every area of academia much to her teacher’s surprised joy, but rather than get picked on for being the teacher’s pet, she held good relations with the majority of her peers. Sure she got into trouble here and there being a bit too boisterous and nosey for her own good, but overall, her life was decent. As many children are, she was rather oblivious to the struggles of her elder siblings and parents, and egocentrism was a thing. This would come to a screeching halt when Daddy got sick. At first he had said he would get better, and even Mommy said he would. However, Daddy just kept getting worse and worse, and eventually he would end up dying. The shock to the nine year old Rose was insurmountable to her psyche. While she had heard of death, had school friends whom had experienced similar situations, and was old enough to understand its connotations and its permanence, Rose was still far from mentally prepared for such a situation. Rather than cry or break down, she shut down for a time, locking up and dulling every feeling of affection she had had for her father in order to deal with the pain, to lessen it to a certain degree. She didn’t want to cry like everyone else was doing, didn’t want to feel the gross feelings inside that threatened to make her sick. If she could convince herself everything was fine, then it would be, or so she desperately wanted to believe. Ever still, certain memories of her father haunted Rose in the weeks thereafter. Things as simple as brushing her hair only to remember the time that, in a rush, her father did her hair up for her and said how much he liked it, threatened Rose. In that instance, she’d take a pair of scissors and chop off all her locks- much to the servants’ confusion and her mother’s disdain. She’d refuse to let her hair grow out again, and after several whacks of scissors, Rose ‘won’, and her mother finally conceded to letting it be short so long as the hair dresser could make something decent of it. Every day figures became difficult to bear. The toys and dolls Daddy had bought for her were placed in a box and rarely opened thereafter, and she began telling others she preferred Legos and GI Joe anyways. Worse still, she began to loathe being called Rosie, her father’s pet name for her. When others would use it, she found herself screaming and hitting them telling them never to use it ever ever again. They weren’t allowed to say it! No one was! The family move to Georgia brought on by her mother thereafter, while somewhat spontaneous, was welcomed by the young girl. She could leave behind her worried friends and peers and perhaps start over- as best she could. It kept the memories away. She was initially enrolled in a private academy for the rest of her middle school years, yet the girl lacked the vigor for her education that she once had, tending to skip classes and participate in mild shenanigans with various delinquent types in her school. When she was to start high school, rather than go into the academy’s selective program, Rose pushed desperately to be admitted into a normal public high school (to be more ‘normal’ or something to that effect), and after enough pleading, she got her way. During this time, however, things went from bad to worse as Rose started slipping further and further into the wrong crowd. A guy friend introduced her to…a few things, and hell, she liked ‘em. It turned out she liked joy riding quite a bit too, the thrill of breaking and entering and all that, and she managed to keep it all under her mother’s nose – frequently saying she was going to a friend’s house when she went elsewhere. Six months ago, however, everything would change when she was approached by a ‘god’ whom would grant her an insignia as well as a wish – a wish to see her father again. It happened. She saw him as a ghost having come back briefly, but their conversation was very short- due to this particular god being a dick- and she was left sobbing rather than happy. The last parting gift was her insignia and a power coming with it. Insignia Level 1 “Adoptive Muscle Memory” – level 1: Unlike many who have to practice repeatedly to perfect a physical technique, Rose is capable of seeing the movement once and repeating it to the perfection with which she has viewed it. If she watches a dancer dance, she is capable of preforming the same steps in the same time scale. If she watches karate techniques, she is capable of copying them. The limitation comes in the size of her body and the limitations of her muscles. Even if she watches a six foot man high jump kick around seven feet in the air, she isn’t going to be able to high jump kick near as high due to her own physical limitations. She is neither more physically enhanced or more durable than she was previously and thus can exhaust as quickly as normal when using such moves. Also she is only capable of copying up to three moves per say due to the stress it places on her nervous system. If she tries to overdo it, it will cause her temporary paralysis and sometimes unconsciousness. Her insignia is in the form of a circle of orange tattoo-like markings on her right wrist. She simply has to touch it and stare at what she is trying to copy in order to copy it. The passive is a white rabbit with deep blue eyes who tends to sing about food quite frequently. Extra Literally anything extra. If you want to go into more detail about anything above, add trivia/etc to the character, then please do so. Likes/Dislikes- anything that you wish to go into, you can put it here. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: Deonte, Sagira, Julius, Jesse, Luke, Atticus

[Neko]

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