Rosemary Anne Rutledge May 8, 2010 18:05:16 GMT -5
Post by Rosemary Anne Rutledge on May 8, 2010 18:05:16 GMT -5
ROSEMARY ANNE RUTLEDGE[/size]
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings[/size][/center]
Roleplaying Experience: 10+
How you found the site: Welcome to Berk
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Name: Rosemary Anne Rutledge
Hair Color: pale blonde
Eye Color: honey brown
Skin Tone: fair
Height: five foot two point five inches
Weight: one hundred thirteen pounds
Notes: normal human ears
Wealth: very well-off
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Why they are in La Campana: caught in a compromising situation with another girl[/size]
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Likes: flowers, music, birds, playing the piano, reading, gardens, sweets, fruit
Dislikes: loud noises, spiders, getting shots, fighting, wrinkles, the dark, cold, tangles, sports
Turn Ons: honesty, openness, taller than her, sweetness, protective people, athletic physique
Turn Offs: lying, cheating, bad boys/girls, intense aggression, controlling behavior
Nervous Habits: fiddles with clothes and hair, chews on lower lip
Fears: being alone, spiders, needles, failure
Goals/Aspirations: to find true love, to be accepted by her family, to be a concert pianist
Appearance: The only way to describe Rosemarry accurately is to say that she is small and doe-like. Her honey brown eyes are large and framed with pale lashes. Long light blond hair falls nearly to the floor in a straight sheet except for her bangs, which are cut straight across just above her eyes. Her small lips are a delicate shade of pink. The small button of a nose that she possesses is slightly upturned on the end. Her skin is fair, and she does not tan nor freckle. Her skin is smooth, and she works very hard to keep it soft and callous free. She thinks her ears are slightly too small, but that is probably her imagination; they are pierced once. She is never seen without a pair of earrings, and tends towards small gemstone studs, especially diamonds or pearls. Her clothing is ultra feminine and never wants for frills, lace, or gauzy elegance. Her nails extend past the tips of her fingers to careful oval tips, and are usually either bare or done in a French manicure. Her short clipped toenails are equally well cared for.
Personality: Rosemary is, overall, very sweet. She tends to think of others before herself. She loves music and art. She is exceptionally tidy, to the point where Obsessive Compulsive Disorder might be suspect. She cannot stand wrinkles or tangles, and if she does something where she gets dirty she has to go and shower immediately. Despite this, she still loves gardening and will spend hours caring for flowers and plants. She is very proper, trying her best not to do anything wrong, both socially and morally. She fears failure, and never gives anything less than one hundred percent. Even when she does not like what she is doing, she still tries to do it right, and if she knows that she will fail no matter what she starts hyperventilating. She does not take shock well, and even passes out on occasion. She does her best to treat others with respect, and expects the same in return. In summation, she is a good natured but rather high strung young lady and a perfectionist.[/font]
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Father: General Alexander Rutledge, age fifty-two
Mother: Jane Rutledge nee Bentley, age fourty-seven
Other important relatives: Helen Bentley, age sixty-nine, only living grandparent
Pets: three year old male chaffinch named Ronen
History: Rosemary is the privileged only child of a military man and his wife. Her father, Alexander, comes from an upper middle class family; his wife is an only child from a wealthy family. They met at college, Jane right out of high school and Alexander having finished a four year enlistment in the United States Army. They fell in love and married while still in school, and once they had graduated Alexander went back into the Army as a commissioned officer. They spent six years together, traveling the world as Alexander worked his way up through the ranks. While they were stationed in Germany, they discovered that they were pregnant.
Rosemary Anne Rutledge was born in Germany on the ninth of September, and from that moment she was given the best of anything. However, she was also handed her parents expectations, being taken to a variety of lessons from the tender age of four, her favorite of which was piano. It was expected of her to excel at everything from music and art to academics and athletics. It was, of course, impossible for her to be perfect at everything, and her unavoidable failures (for example, her inability to hit a ball) were met with the crushing disappointed silence of her parents and firm encouragements that she must "try harder next time."
In the summer after Rosemary graduated high school, the Rutledge family was stationed in Italy at Aviano Air Base. The seventeen year old and her boyfriend of nearly two years, Giovanni di Mercurio, were talking about marriage. That only served to make it all the more shocking when Rosemary discovered that Gio had been cheating on her nearly the entire time they had been together. Rosemary turned to her best friend, Jasmine Ellison, for comfort, and then discovered something that she had been denying for years.
Two years later when Jane walked into Rosemary's bedroom and found her kissing a girl named Kirsten, things were decided before Rosemary was given any chance to explain. Not that it would have mattered that Rosemary was bisexual, not a lesbian; her parents took what Jane had seen and the fact that Rosemary had not been seen with a boy since breaking up with Gio and decided that she had gotten "confused" because of Giovanni's behavior and that the only course of action was to send her off so that she could get everything "set straight in her head."
Roleplaying Sample: Rosemary sighed, looking out the window of the 747. She missed Kirsten, of course, but Kirsten -- though lovely and athletic, a juxtaposition of hard muscle and soft curves -- was a new romance. She missed Portugal, but was glad that her flight to Barcelona would be brief since her family had placed her in coach. Mostly she missed Jasmine, and Italy, and a time when things had been somehow simpler.
It was in Italy that her life had gotten more complex, but she was glad that Jasmine had been there when she had needed someone to explore with. She still had been in contact with Jasmine up to the point that her mother had caught her with Kirsten. A furious rosy blush rushed to Rosemary's cheeks at that thought. She had not been allowed to get a word in edgewise, and her mother had showed a sign of herself that the petite blonde had never seen before. Jane had actually yelled. She had called Rosemary things that the nineteen year old refused to let herself dwell on. And she had made assumptions, one that were impossibly far from the truth, about both Rosemary and Kirsten. She had accused Kirsten of seducing Rosemary, and Rosemary of being a little slut.
You would have thought that Jane had caught them in the throws of passion, and she would not listen to her daughter's assertions that she was still a virgin.
Sliding a dainty hand into the back of her hair, careful not to disturb the complex braided style that she had worked her long locks into to protect them during the flight. Her phone had been taken, her computer disconnected from the internet, and she had spent the next two days locked in her room. When she had seen her mother again, Jane was her usual composed self. The prim woman had coolly informed her daughter that she was to pack her things. She had been booked a flight to Spain, she was just confused, there was a school where she could get everything straight in her head.
Once again, Rosemary had not been allowed to actually say anything, and her phone and computer had not been returned in the three days before her flight. She was glad that she had Jasmine's number memorized, because she fully intended to call her friend as soon as she landed. It was too bad that Jasmine was in Hawaii; she would not really be able to help the nineteen year old. Still, none of this was going to help her at the moment. Turning to the gentleman beside her, she smiled warmly, folding her hands on her lap to keep from smoothing her skirt nervously. "Excuse me, sir, but do you know when we will be landing?"