Name: Rosemarie Hathaway {Nickname: Rose}
"Well, I mean, I go by Rose, but if you donāt want to call me Rose then I donāt want you to be uncomfortable or anything like that so I guess you can call me Rosemarie if you want but I really do prefer Roseā¦"
Age: 16
"Turning sixteen was practically amazing. I finally got to drive! Although with everything that happened I never really got a chance toā¦"
Gender: Female
"Iām definitely a girl, no worries there! But that doesnāt mean I give you permission to check or anything like that. You just take my word for it, okay? Okay, good. Yeah, just take my word for it."
Sexuality: Heterosexual
"Iāve never really had any other wants for the same gender. I mean, not that thereās anything wrong with that. I donāt think I said there was anything wrong with that, but just to be safe I want everyone to know that I donāt think thereās anything wrong with being gayā¦okay?"
Crush: Not really anyoneā¦possibly Ambitious male?
"He is pretty cuteā¦but I donāt want him to think that I have a crush on him or anything like that. I mean, what if by some chance he asks me out? Oh god, I can just picture it now. āGIRL DIES FROM EMBARRASSMENT AFTER DATE WITH REALLY CUTE GUYā Yeah. Thatās bound to happen. Better not push it."
Role: Shy Female
"I guess you could call me shy. Who am I kidding? Of course Iām shy. Iāve always been shy. Oh god, are those people looking at me?"
Past: Horrible
āI hate having to remember that heās the one who caused this. That HE is the one who left me alone, not some stupid disaster caused by Mother Nature. If only it had been, that would have been easier to deal with."
Height: 5ā2ā
"Unfortunately, Iāve always been short. There hasnāt been a day in my life where I havenāt been the shortest one in the pack."
Weight: 97lbs
"At least the best perk of being short is that I barely break 100lbs. Every girls dream, right? Does it help that I haven't eaten a substantial meal in over a month? I guess so."
Personality: "Me as a person? I donāt know, how do I describe myselfā¦"
Rose is, true to her role, a very shy individual. She rarely ever talks, especially since the incident, and now when she finally does talk, itās very soft spoken and often times people have a very difficult time hearing her. Thereās really nothing she can do about it, itās just the way she is. To go along with it sheās extremely anxious, and gets almost over the top nervous when something goes wrong, no matter how small.
Rose tends to get herself in trouble a lot, and itās always on accident. She never means to do anything wrong, sheās only trying her best, but for some reason whenever she tries she tends to always mess it up. The one thing she can always get right though is being able to choose her friends wisely. Even though the six of them had come together almost, it seemed, at random, she knew they would have eventually found eachother.
Rose is extremely sensitive to personal space, so she can always tell when someone needs space or is okay to talk to. Although, she is very shy, so when someone is need of a good talk, most of the time she canāt help. She tries to talk as much and as loud as she can, but it was as if she was barely speaking above a whisper. Sometimes people even had to lean close to her mouth in order to hear what she was saying. Since she got pulled out of the dumps though, sheās slowly been able to speak up more and to really say what sheās feeling.
Sheās really been pulling her weight in order to help, but sometimes things donāt exactly go as planned. Sheās kind of a clutz sometimes, well, all of the time. Everytime she tries to do something to help, she trips, or she makes someone else trip, or she drops something, or basically something just ends up going wrong. She tries to help, she really does, but most of the time it just doesnāt work out in her favorā¦
Likes:"I likeā¦hmmā¦wow, when you actually think about what you like itās hard to come up with thingsā¦ooh, look at that kitten!"
|| Kittens ||
|| Reading ||
|| Friends ||
|| Lucky Charms ||
|| Helping Other People ||
|| Sleeping ||
|| Drawing ||
|| Smarties ||
|| Cotton Candy ||
|| Sour Path Watermelon ||
|| Well, pretty much all candy ^.^ ||
Dislikes:"I donāt really dislike a lot of thingsā¦Iām a pretty cheery individual, so there isnāt much for me to dislike!"
|| Insects ||
|| Amphibians ||
|| Bad People ||
|| Messing up ||
|| Awkwardness ||
Talents:"Talents? Does rolling your tongue count?"
|| Animal Behavioral Analysis || Rose can easily tell what an animal is feeling or kind of thinking by analyzing itās body language. Since she went mute for that short period of time, animals became her best friends. So, now she knows exactly how to read them.
Flaws"Everybody has flaws, thatās what makes us human. How you embrace your flaws determines who you will be, though."
|| Extremely Shy || As stated in an above category, Rose is one of the shiest human beings on the planet. She was mute for a short period of time, and now she barely talks. In her head sheās a bright, cheery, 16 year old girl, but all that other people see is this tiny little thing that barely ever talks.
|| Clumsy || Rose is pretty clumsy as well. There are many things that she tries to do that donāt end up working well in her favor because she trips, or makes someone else trip, or something of that nature.
Fears[i]"Our fears and weaknesses are what define the other parts of our lives. Whether itās staying away from firefighting because youāre scared of flame, or becoming a social worker because you have a weakness for troubled children. It all defines who you are."
|| Dying ||
|| Ladders ||
|| Revolving Doors ||
|| Strangers on the Phone ||
|| Hot Air Balloons ||
|| Ladybugs ||
|| Spiders ||
|| Any kind of insect, really ||
Bio:"Iāve had a lot happen in my life, so I might as well tell you about it, huh?"
Things were good back then. Nothing was going wrong, she lived in a nice house, it was perfect. She lived with her mother and little brother in a medium sized house off of sunset road, and she got to visit her dad at least twice a week. She knew he really wasnāt thrilled with the custody arrangement, but she had no idea how upset he was until July 24th, 2012. They were eating a nice home cooked dinner at the kitchen table, when suddenly he burst through the door with a shotgun aimed right at her motherās forehead. Her brother started screaming and Rose shrieked at him to put it down as she held her brother behind her. Her father yelled that it wasnāt fair and he was a good father so he should get to see his kids more often. The threats of earthquakes and tsunamiās were just more reasons he needed to see them. They were in a dangerous place, and he said if they were going to die anyway, then they would die at his hands, and not as the hands of natural disasters. Her mother tried to negotiate with him but he wasnāt hearing any of it, so with one final tear filled look, he blew her motherās head off and aimed the gun at Rose. She cried and begged for her father to let her go but he screamed that if he couldnāt have them then no one could. He shot the gun and the bullet went straight through Roseās abdomen, and into her little brotherās head that had been hiding behind her, killing him instantly. She was hospitalized for two months, and when she got out, she was merely a shadow of herself.
None of her foster families worked out, so without a second glance she ran and began living in a little alleyway with a dryer pipe for heat. She lost around twenty pounds from lack of food and nutrients, and she became mute as well. It wasnāt until she had been living on the streets for about another month that her savior finally came and rescued her from the dumps. Now, among her new sort of family, sheās beginning to get comfortable again. But how can she trust anyone if they might just blow her head off?
Things were good back then. Nothing was going wrong, she lived in a nice house, it was perfect. She lived with her mother and little brother in a medium sized house off of sunset road, and she got to visit her dad at least twice a week. She knew he really wasnāt thrilled with the custody arrangement, but she had no idea how upset he was until July 24th, 2012. They were eating a nice home cooked dinner at the kitchen table, when suddenly he burst through the door with a shotgun aimed right at her motherās forehead. Her brother started screaming and Rose shrieked at him to put it down as she held her brother behind her. Her father yelled that it wasnāt fair and he was a good father so he should get to see his kids more often. The threats of earthquakes and tsunamiās were just more reasons he needed to see them. They were in a dangerous place, and he said if they were going to die anyway, then they would die at his hands, and not as the hands of natural disasters. Her mother tried to negotiate with him but he wasnāt hearing any of it, so with one final tear filled look, he blew her motherās head off and aimed the gun at Rose. She cried and begged for her father to let her go but he screamed that if he couldnāt have them then no one could. He shot the gun and the bullet went straight through Roseās abdomen, and into her little brotherās head that had been hiding behind her, killing him instantly. She was hospitalized for two months, and when she got out, she was merely a shadow of herself.
None of her foster families worked out, so without a second glance she ran and began living in a little alleyway with a dryer pipe for heat. She lost around twenty pounds from lack of food and nutrients, and she became mute as well. It wasnāt until she had been living on the streets for about another month that her savior finally came and rescued her from the dumps. Now, among her new sort of family, sheās beginning to get comfortable again. But how can she trust anyone if they might just blow her head off?
