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Name: Rose Marigold
Age: 18
Gender: Female

I was: The Angel of the Water/Ice element(?)
My wings were: A beautifully lush, gentle blue, spanning from the elbow of each arm and starting underneath the shoulder blades. They would shimmer in the light like the glittering sea of Galilee, a perfect shade of ocean blue, so delicately faded, like the reflection of the sky.
Personality: My ways before were very easy and simple; I was a go with the flow type of teenager, one who never really cared about what others had to say, or what they wanted, especically if I didn't like it. Whatever life threw at me I rolled with it, along with the punches and blows that seemed to constantly come my way. I didn't like fighting, like, blood and broken bones; boyfriend once got in a fight, heard his arm break at the elbow and fainted. Worst thing to do then, but I couldn't help it. If he hadn't dragged me and himself back to his van, I wouldn't even know... Well, anyways, I didn't like conflict, so I would purposely avoid it if I could. Life was a breeze to me, and I was the flower, being pushed this way and that.
Bio: I grew up in Austell, Georgia on the outskirts of A Town. Life then seemed easy, too; my parents were devoted Christians, living true to the Gospel, loving sinners but hating sin, but, that changed when my mom got sick. She had developed a tumor in her throat and, well, it grew too big.... Times after that were harder; Dad turned out to have low tolerance for alcohol and a strong desire for hitting, and I was the punching bag. Finally ran away at 14, living with my Japanese grandmother who told me to call her, "Obasan", and life with her was good. She was an awesome cook and taught me how to, and school was basic; math, reading, two connection classes, then some pointless stuff I didn't care about. As I got into high school, life began to get hard again; best friend began to sell drugs, asking me for help. I couldn't say no, so I would drive with her to exchange the junk, and there were many instances where taking weed was presented. Never took it, though; I knew what that did to you, I was about to get sucked in. Anyways, after a while, my boyfriend started coming with us and it'd turn into a party night, me, Jake and Cat, the Drug Dealer and her friends. We'd go till, like, 2:00 in the morning before I could drag them back to the van, and drive us back home, 'cause I'd be the only one sober. After a while it got more and more intense there, I knew our partying days were getting limited. All too soon, I was in the worst sitch in my life. Ke$ha was playing, I so remember that because me and Cat were laughing at the whole "McJagger" thing, and then... I blacked out. I think one of the assholes at the party drugged my drink, but when I work up, there were groans and I was sweaty and hot. I suddenly had a flash of what was happening and screamed, only to find out it was... Jake and one of those drug-heads Cat sold to. I was so sick then that I basically threw up on them. The druggie was so disguisted that the last thing I heard was Jake yelling and fighting that druggie for something, then a gun shot.

I: can fight well enough; distract someone and get away.
Extra: Musical prodigy.

How The Angel died...: Murder(As stated in bio). My boyfriend and a pot-head cilent of my best friend drugged me and raped me; I woke up and screamed, scared more than any other moment in my life, and the druggie shot me.

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