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Misnomer: Rosalie Purnell
Moniker: Rosie
Age: 17
Species: Changeling
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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"Why, sometimes I've believed
as many as six impossible things
before breakfast."
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Rosie although she is seemingly normal on the outside and outwardly beautiful, once someone begins to talk to her it doesn't take long for them to garner that something is just something a little... off about her. There is a feeling of absence when talking face to face with her and she gives off an aura of otherworldliness. Perhaps itโs the way her voice sounds like she is speaking from the bottom of a deep well or how her eyes seem to follow the phantoms in the room rather than people. She seems detached from reality and spacey but in actuality this is because she is so finely attuned to her environment that there are just too many stimuli competing for her attention at once. Never mind if some of those things are real or notโฆ
It would seem Rosie would be completely naรฏve given her ditzy personality, but she is actually very insightful into people. She has the natural ability to see into the soul of another person and is acutely aware of emotions.
Drawing || Keyboard || Swimming (can hold her breath under water for about 2 minutes) || Sensing emotion || Manipulation of nature such as plants and animals
Likes
Nature|| Walking outside || Swimming || Sketching || Music || Spring and Summer || Sunsets and Night time
Dislikes
Being inside || Regimented schedules || Being treated like an invalid || Textbooks || Cooking || Sports || Rules
Weaknesses
Clumsy || Lack of practical skills || Cannot drive || Gullibility || Hallucinates the longer she doesn't 'feed' off of anyone
Fears
Becoming insane || Being thrown in a psych ward || Losing her sister or her uncle || Enclosed and tight spaces
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"How long is forever?"
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"Sometimes only a second."
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Hi, Iโm Rosalie Purnell, most people in my town call me Rosie. I was transposed from Connecticut to Eagleโs Ravine, Oregon when I was just a baby so here is home. I live with my Uncle Ben and my big sister Clarissa or โClaireโ, but I like to call her Clarissa because I think her full name is so pretty. Anyways, Clarissa and I have been living with my Uncle Ben since I was six when my mom got locked away in the loonie bin then magically disappeared. Uncle Ben's the town mayor so we got to keep some semblance of normalcy although I've been told I'm really bad at it so I just let my freak flag fly with pride. I guess my problem is I don't really know what normal looks like except in a dishwasher because it clearly has a normal setting on it. I know it frustrates Ben that I don't even try, but you know, how does he know that not everyone else is just faking being dishwashers?
OH, howโd my mother end up in the psychiatric facility? I guess she did a few crazy things.. Namely she tried to kill herself and me by leaving the gas stove on in our house one time. Clarissa remembers that day better than I do because I was unconscious for most of it. She saved me. Thatโs all I remember, she took me outside and carried me over to the neighbors. I think it was raining that day, and then there were pretty blue and red lights. Mom was screaming, โTurn off those lights! Go away! Theyโll find me!โ She always talked enigmatically about โtheyโ.
After I was released from the hospital Clarissa and I went to stay with Uncle Ben. He said my mom had went to the hospital where they fix minds and sheโd be there for a little while and then sheโd be back home soon. But she never came home. They lost her. Or maybe more profoundly she lost herself. I donโt know, but one day she was gone. The nurse came to check on her in her locked room and she was gone. Lots of rumors circled where she went to or what had been done to her. Maybe my uncle got sick of taking care of her, making sure all her bills were paid, that her kids were fed, talking her down every time she was having an episode and decided to have her 'disappeared' to make his life easier. I know for a fact though Ben loved my mother. He is also a man of very little design. The police cleared him quickly.
Then so many people came out of the woodwork with their different versions of โtheyโ to explain my mother's disappearance. UFO hunters claimed it was โtheyโ, the aliens. Ghost hunters claimed it was โtheyโ, the phantoms. Conspiracy theorists claimed โtheyโ, the illuminati. But the final conclusion was very un-magical, un-sci-fiey, and unsatisfying. 'They' (the detectives) said she must have stolen keys off of a nurse or had hidden something like a bobby pin to spring herself free. They dredged the river to see if she might have drowned herself when she got out but they found nothing. I still like to think some version of โtheyโ took her. Mainly because I donโt want to believe she just left us.
Funny thing is life went on. Eternity was in the hardest moments, but even eternity ended when finally school started back up again and we were both forced to move along. Ben became our guardian and we never went back to our old house again. Clarissa continued to care for me like she always has. There really wasn't a whole lot of difference in my life. Clarissa still brushed my hair, made the meals, did the laundry all of that mundane stuff I'm so terrible at.. It's just now I deal with other things on my own. The walking chairs in my periphery, the birds that say hello to me as I pass, the branches that make shadow puppets in my window at night. I used to be able to talk to mom about all of this, but I know better than to share these things with anyone else. And it's not like it's all scary to me, I'm used to it, it makes life interesting and magical. The thing that really scares me is when I won't be able to tell the difference between the mundane and the magical. That's when I'm afraid they'll come take me away like mom.