Post by ROSALYN EMERSON on Dec 1, 2012 9:14:08 GMT 1
listen to each drop of rain;;
lumos;;
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If your character is an adult...
occupation: Auror/Part-Timer at the Fur & Fang
If your character is a student...
house: Hufflepuff Alumni
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whispering secrets in vain;;
alohomora;;
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name(s): Rosalyn Thera Emerson
birth date/age: February 14th, 1992
heritage: Halfblood Werewolf
allegiance: Order of the Phoenix
place of birth: Devon, England
Current Place of Residence: Just outside Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
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frantically searching for someone to hear;;
protego;;
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eyes: Blue
hair: Auburn
height: 5'5
Wand Specs: Cherry, 9&3/4ths, supple and swishy, perfect for charms. Phoenix feather core.
Pet(s): A northern saw-whet owl called Elmer, a black&tan German Shepherd named Gideon, a beautiful silver somali cat called Vivi.
Patronus: (She has an non-corporeal patronus, though when it does finally become corporeal, it will be a wolf)
Animagus: If ever learned, probably a border collie with pale red or yellow fur.
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their story before they hit ground;;
homenum revelio;;
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likes:
{Animals}{cooking}{drawing}{cheesy movies}{Disney movies}{Random acts of kindness}{Anything strawberry flavored}{Her jobs}{Nonjudgmental people}{Family-Oriented}{The Forbidden Forest}
dislikes:
{Bigots}{Horror Movies}{Rude people}{Cruelty in any form}{Potions Class}{Death Eaters}{Burnt food}{Store-bought Food}{Snakes/Reptiles/Insects}{Being alone}
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habits/mannerisms:
{Rose has a habit of chewing her lower lip when she's worried.}{She's bad with last names}{Gets overly chatty when it comes to animals}{Usually makes extra food}{She stomps her foot when she's upset}{Hums when she's happy}
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strengths:
{Resilient}{Independent}{Extremely Compassionate}{Strong moral compass}{Good at her jobs}{In control of her disease}{Kind heart, though a little distant}{Optimistic}{Very creative}{Green thumb}
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weaknesses:
{Difficulty understanding men}{Loses her head when it comes to death eaters sometimes}{Sensitive about the werewolf issue}{Slightly mistrustful of men}{Still naïve despite her best intentions}{Sometimes indecisive}{Stubborn}{Self-Sacrificing}{Overprotective}
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personality:
It takes a certain amount of character to be able to pull one's self out of bed in the morning when you had an infectious disease you can't cure. Constantly aware that you are a danger to the public and everyone who gets close to you, one starts to get used to the notion of being alone. Though her life is arguably a bit lonely, Rose is not antisocial. In fact, to those that know her, the words 'bubbly, warm, friendly, compassionate and a little hot-tempered' are descriptive terms that come to mind. She doesn't fit the usual 'recluse', and on some days, it doesn't even seem as though the lycanthropy bothers her.
Rather than pretend as though she's living one long, endless nightmare, Rose is a bit of an optimist, when her furry little 'problem' doesn't have her feeling down (and sometimes it does). She enjoys her job, even though she's more than 80% convinced the Ministry only let her pass her Auror training so that they could keep a proper eye on her, as if having her name written all over the "Werewolf Registry" wasn't enough. She has been told repeatedly that the Werewolf Capture Unit has no qualms at all about taking down one of their own.
Despite the dozens of obstacles that lay in her path because of what she is, Rose is pleasant, though she doesn't expect very much of people. She enjoys nature, she loves animals, despite being caught at the crossroads of human and beast once a month, and tends to pour all of her love and affection onto the myriad of pets she has at home. Rose has a few close friends, but she has really cultivated an independent streak within herself, not wanting to rely on anyone, not wanting to put people into a position where they have to admit that the rapid werewolf girl over there is their friend, and thus get them into trouble.
She's fully aware that 'cohorting' with one of her kind is extremely frowned upon by certain members of society, but rather than feel sorry for herself, Rose has convinced herself that there's nothing wrong with being alone. She hasn't joined any werewolf support groups, probably out of her own secret self-loathing for her disease, but she gives off the impression of being just fine without it.
Rose loves children, she can't say no to stray animals, and she is rather dependent and clingy on her closest friends. She's personally afraid of losing the few that she does have, and can be known to stomp on her own pride and sense of judgment if it means they'll stay right where they are. She loves books and writing equipment, and though she was never able to master quidditch (it all literally went over her head), she doesn't mind going to a match now and again just to watch what's happening. She has a schoolgirl crush on one Henry Chevalier, a beater for Puddlemere United. Rose doesn't have much experience with men, and as a whole is rather weary and awkward around some of them more often than not, but Rose, if anything, is constantly pushing herself to keep from running back home and never leaving the house again, so she's likely to do things out of her comfort zone just to keep the 'wolf from winning'.
Being a werewolf is hard. It forces a girl who was once a dreamer to become a realist and somehow battling between always expecting the worst to be thrown in her face and getting up with happy thoughts and sunny smiles. She is more open to animals than to people, but she is polite and easy to get along with, once you look past the lycanthropy. Though she is known to be stubborn and extremely fiery of temperament when she fuses herself to a cause she thinks is just, but chances are her heart is in the right place, right next to her strong moral compass and sense of right and wrong.
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strong areas of magic:Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History, Herbology
weak areas of magic: Potions, Divinations, Transfigurations
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can't we stay for a while;;
evanesco;;
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family: Jack Emerson (Father), Lily Emerson (Mother, Deceased), Ryan Emerson (Older Brother, 24), and Taylor Emerson (Younger brother, 15).
background:
Even before the lycanthropy, Rose's life was off to a little bit of a shaky start, her mother dying when she was eleven years old, the auror killed by a particularly violent member of the Dolohov family, Sebastyan Dolohov. Her father, Jack Emerson has become obsessed with putting his wife's killer behind Azkaban bars, but he still somehow managed to juggle taking care of his three children with his auror duties.
Rose has an older brother Ryan Emerson, who is a very successful businessman that's in the importing and exporting of wand supplies - namely the types of wood that they are created from, and the cores. He was 15 when their mother died, and the youngest member of the family, Taylor Emerson, was roughly 6 years old at the time. Her relationship with her brothers is...interesting; Ryan fulfills the role of older brother quite well, though he seems rather obsessed with his own business and throws himself into his work. The Emersons seem to be a family of obsessions, save for young Taylor.
Rose was bitten on March 27th, 2005, a month after her 13th birthday. At first the Emerson family was in utter turmoil - Taylor especially didn't understand why everyone kept talking about his sister as though she had died, and Ryan had sworn to hunt down every bloody werewolf he could find and destroy them - accept his baby sister, of course. School had already been awkward her first year, considering her mother had just passed, and by her second year, Rose had bounced back and come out of her shell enough to make friends, enjoy her classes, even get into a little bit of trouble.
And then this happened. Life immediately got that much harder for the young girl, and if it weren't for her father's undying support to help her get over Taylor's new found fear of her, as well as the support of her teachers at Hogwarts, Rose wouldn't have made it through her third year. Already the only one in her immediate family who was a Hufflepuff, Rose had always felt different, but this kind of different just made things that much worse for her. The secret of her lycanthropy was kept up until her fifth year, around the same time she actually had her first boyfriend.
Well, at least she thought he'd been her boyfriend. In actuality, this so called 'boyfriend', Reed, had gone out with her on a dare from his friends, who had heard from the rumor mill that she was apparently part monster. That explained the weird questions. When the truth did finally come out that she was a werewolf, Rose was left bewildered and hurt when Reed dumped her within the hour. He swore up and down he wasn't going to date a monster.
That was more or less the beginning and the end of any actual 'dating' for the 'poor poor werewolf' girl, so Rose threw herself into her studies now more than ever.
Wanting to make a difference in the world, and follow in the footsteps of her mother, Rose began training to become an auror the followingSeptember after graduating from Hogwarts. Her father, who also worked for the ministry as an auror, had probably pulled a ton of strings to get them to allow her to enter the training program, but she's worked hard to earn her job. She got her license to be a fully fledged auror last spring, and though she's been assigned to some pretty mild jobs, Rose loves her job more than anything.
To line her pockets with a little more coins, Rose got herself a part-time job at the FUR & FANG, which is more or less an exotic and unusual pet shop located in Knockturn Alley (that particular shopping district is the only one that will hire a werewolf). She enjoys this job too, as being surrounded by odd and interesting animals is for Rose, a great way to pass the time. Though Mr. Kratchet is a crotchety old man who never fails to say something snide about her being 'a part of the pet shop', minus the price tag, but Rose has learned to let that just roll right off.
Someone's gotta keep the animals company.
Rose actually doesn't live with her father anymore, she bought her own small one-story cottage in the countryside of Ottery St. Catchpole, and her and her father spent an entire summer reenforcing the cellar as her own little 'werewolf den'. It's not necessarily a comfort room, just a place where she can change and not have to worry about breaking out or hurting anyone. There is one window, and it has magically-reenforced bars over it. Rose tries not to viewing it as the depressing little dungeon that it is, but there's really only so many ways you can spin a Werewolf Containment Room.
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it's just so hard to say goodbye;;
finite;;
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name/alias: Fawny or Fawn!
rp example:
"And you, my pretty birdy, are apparently an African Flooper."
Rosalyn set the dusty tome down onto the even dirtier counter, spinning around in her wheeled chair to gaze at the creature she'd been addressing. It was beautiful, with brightly colored plumage and a beak that looked as though it were dipped in gold; the bird tilted it's head, an would open it's beak to sing, but nothing, not even a whisper filled the slightly cluttered shop in the middle of Knockturn Alley.
Good thing, too, considering this pretty guy's song will drive me insane. Having no intention of removing the silencing charm placed on the dangerous, exotic pet, Rose heard the chair squeak when she got up, a lock of hair brushed over her shoulder as she moved forward to adjust the price tag. He kept knocking it down, as though in quiet protest of being sold off to some shady person back to some shady place of residence for some shady purpose. He needn't worry, Rose, despite where she worked, usually had a good feeling when it came to customers. Some were about as greasy or shady as they come, but they usually weren't interested in birds like this Flooper here.
Looking at it with fond eyes, Rose felt her features melt into a smile that was soon interrupted by the raven screeching from it's perch near the door. Someone had just come in! Smoothing out the floral print skirt and the caramel sweater she wore, Rose approached the counter, smile the automatic kind, blue eyes bright with interest.
"Can I help you find anything, Sir?"
The figure turned around, and her expression faded away like sunlight covered by storm clouds.
It was Reed Dawson. Quite possibly the last person she'd ever wanted to see again.
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