Name: Rose Curel
Age: 18
Hair Color: Flaming red.
Hair Style: Long and layered, falls down to midback.
Eye Color: Bright blue with a shine of red in the irises yet hidden behind her sunglasses
Facial Features: Nothing special
Height: 5' 8"
Skin Color: Paler then peach colored.
Maritial Status: Single
Species: Vampire
Personality: quiet unless with friends, hot headed, gets annoyed easily, flirty
Powers: She has seals around her wrists, waist, and legs to pull her back from using certain techniques. Other then those, she's very fast and has great martial arts skills, depending if her first seal (either one around the wrists) is broken, she can make her left arm into a sword, like the Soul Caliber sword. If any of the other seals are broken, which is very rare, her speeds increase and so does her strength.
Talents: Martial Arts, Singing, fighting, holding her tempter though she's very easily made mad.
History: She was young when her mother passed, about 7, if I recall. Her father fleed when the house was burned down in the darkness. Her two younger sisters disappeared when Rose left for a more decent home, one that she wouldn't get rejected to, one she could be accepted. For her bright flaming colored hair, she wasn't very much liked, more like hated for the looks in her blue eyes. It was like she was telling them to leave, to flee at her young age, but she didn't even mean for her eyes to reflect the pain that's been crawling inside her.
After about 6 years, when she turned 13, she finally found a home, a home she could walk into and like, one where she could sit down and rest. Her new job had paid well, and she was becoming happy. The man she was left with was also a vampire, one who cast sunglasses over his eyes. She didn't know this until she was turned, 5 years from then.
She was dying at 18, her heart was just stopping on her, like it couldn't keep up with anything she was doing. The man had told her about him, how he had never aged, never took his sunglasses off in the sunlight, how he was a vampire. She didn't want to die, she couldn't, there was still much more she had to do, much more to live for. He ended up turning her, then he was broken apart and burned to ashes.
Due to the way she was turned, and how she fast she had been accustomed to the body, she learned quickly. It's been 27 years since then, and she hasn't found her sisters, her father, nobody. She lives on her own, trying to find out where to look next, but has yet to look and yet to find anywhere else to turn. She just waits for clues to pop up, something, anything...
Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:44 am
