Nicknames: Many of her friends take to calling her Ro, or Rosie, however that one was always more reserved for her grandmother.
Age: 18 years old
Godly Parent: Apollo
Birthdate: May 24th
Home Town: Baltimore Maryland
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes: Greek food | Chocolate | The Outdoors | Music | Theatre | CATS (the musical) | Sarcasm | Laughing | Sports | Coffee | Reading
Dislikes: Lies | Pain | Dolls | The Color Orange | Bugs | Pink Lemonade | Toads | Bleach | Math | Brussels Sprouts | Drugs
Fears: Drowning | Never finding the place she belongs | Not being good enough | Darkness | Getting trampled to death
Personality: Rose Gracey was never just one thing, she was many. To some, she comes off as responsible and mature, like a girl who knows herself, who she is, what she wants. To others, she's the exciting, daring one, unable to refuse a challenge and always ready to try something new. However, Rose isn't one or the other. She's both. Rose is true to her heritage. She is as wild and reckless, and free as her father. She's a dreamer, and in some cases, she's far more curious than she should be. Rose is often one to act on instinct, while at others, she's the one slowing down and taking the time to think something through before making a decision. This fact leads her to sometimes think too much, a habit she's been trying to break.
Rose is, in two words, bold and enthusiastic. She's got a sharp tongue, and is always ready with a quick comment or a sarcastic quip, though she never means to cause real harm. Rose is also one to always throw herself into everything she does. She doesn't like to lose. She loves the outdoors, and is always at her best when she's out under the sun, obviously, being a child of the sun god and all. Rose likes to stay active, and as such, there are times when she can't ever seem to stop moving. She gets restless, and feels like she has to be doing something or she'll risk going insane. This is the part of Rose that makes her always feel the need to be a part of something. It's always one of her fears that she'll never make any difference and the world will just forget about her.
Thus leading into the part of Rose no one ever sees: the insecure girl, the one who fears being forgotten and who second-guesses every decision she makes because it might not be good enough. This is the part of Rose that she hides from the world. Even those closest to her only ever get glimpses, never the full truth. Overall, Rose truly is a happy girl, but she's also a teenager, and she's got to deal with all that comes with it.
Richard Gracey was the best father Rose could ever have dreamed of. He came to all the school talent shows, the ballet recitals, the choir concerts. And he even got her into sports, something he was always quite proud of, especially when Rose's little brother was born. They were a happy family. Mornings were filled with smiles and breakfast at the table. The sunrise brought new opportunities, and new life, especially for Rose, though no one ever questioned why. Rose's own mother always simply stayed silent, a secret glint in her eyes. Richard treated Rose like his own daughter, and she never knew any better than to think him her father.
From a young age, Rose found her calling in music. She started playing the piano when she was 4 years old, guitar when she was 6. Music was her expression, as there were so many things you could say, it all depended on the sound. The crescendos, decrescendos, the flats, the sharps, the accidentals. By the time Rose was in the 8th grade, she was already being bussed up to the high school for Advanced Music Theory classes, and was always first in line to audition for the annual musicals, some of her favorites being Les Miserables and CATS. No one ever understood how such a young girl could know so much about music, or hold such a passion for it. Her teachers however, were all quite proud.
Everything changed for Rose, however, when she was 16. That was the year her entire world came crashing down. Her father was in a car accident. He'd been hit head on, and he hadn't survived the collision. Her mother had apparently taken the hit much harder than she had, as she closed off completely. But what made everything worse, was when she revealed to Rose her true heritage. At first, Rose was in schock. And then, she was in denial. There was no way she was the daughter of some mythical greek god. She grew angry, accusing her mother of deliberately trying to hurt her. Why else would she do this.
And then, it happened. He appeared, in a flash of gold, he was there, stunning and radiant. To her mother's eyes, he was just the same as when she last saw him. He didn't appear to have aged a day. Standing before them was Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry, and healing. And he was her father. He told her about the Academy, and after much persuasion, she agreed to go. But not until after she'd had a long talk with her mother, telling her she couldn't do this. She couldn't shut down. She still had Parker to take care of. He needed her. He was just a kid.
And so it was that Rose Gracey found herself at Mount Olympus Academy, confronted with the fact that she now had more siblings than she knew what to do with, and that she possessed powers she didn't yet understand. Perhaps she would, one day.
Anything else? Maybe later