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Rosaria Sage
Nicknames
Some call her Rose, some call her Sage, others just call her Rosaria
Gender
Female
Age
17
Romantic Interest
TBA / Determined Through Role Pplay
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Role
The Girl
Demon Hunter
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Shoulder length, dark brunette.
Eye color
Hazel
Height & Weight
5'5 and 107 lbs.
Detailed
Rose has a finely petite body, her skin holding a creamy pale color. Her eyes are surrounded by thick, dark lashes giving her an almost haunting look to her smoothly kind face. As far as appearance goes, she looks fairly welcoming, yet also mysterious at the same time. Since she is a big person on exercise, she hold herself in an upright, proper, and sturdy way. For clothing, more then often times she wears mostly black.
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| Sarcastic | Shy | Free Spirited | Caring | Brave |
Rose is portrayed as being incredibly stubborn and a little sarcastic, but is a very caring person, with lots of compassion for her friends and family. Her extreme stubbornness might have taken root because of the fact that her mother was extremely protective of her as a child, given that her father disappeared when she was three, or so she was told. She goes to extreme lengths to accomplish what she wants, usually putting herself in danger. Some would call this childish, but in all honestly that is her bravery shining through. She's not afraid of much, especially if its something to do with her loved ones. She will always, with no exceptions, but people before herself.
But by no means is Rosaria Sage perfect. She has her flaws like any other person on the face of this planet. Her stubborn streak, for one, can constitute as a major problem for a lot of people, especially those who are trying to keep her out of trouble. But also, Rose often worries herself over the smallest little things, making her worry needlessly sometimes about things that ought not to be worried about, and because of her nature, she often blames herself for being the source of other peoples' problems. Whenever someone won't tell her what's wrong, it's her default to assume that it was something that she's done, and she'll often attempt to make up for it no matter if it's her fault or not. She's also strongly independent, which while that might not be a flaw, she does turn it into a flaw sometimes when she convinces herself that she can do something on her own.
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+Coffee
+ Drawing
+ Her friends / Mother
+ Apples
+ Gardens
+ Late night walks
+ Old Artsy films / Lame films.
+ Old Fashion music
+ Roses
- Feeling alone
- Having people who overly try and protect her
- Being looked down upon
- Lightening, its her only real fear and she's embarrassed about it
- Being lied to, being withheld from secrets
- Early Mornings
- Feeling Alone
- Pop Music
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WIP
~ You won't find her going anywhere without her drawing book, and is pretty defensive about it.
~ She's very open about her past, and doesn't think of it as a big deal.
~ Ever try and find Rose? Try the nearest coffee houses, 99% chance she will be there.
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Where I'm from
There are lovers till the dawn
And you stayed up to see the sun
I couldn't wait that long
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
Who's gonna get up after we've fallen?
Who's gonna pick up what we've done wrong?
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
In the city
Where I'm from
Lions in cages just for fun
But you will pace around your cage
And wait for night to come
In the city
Where I'm from
They shoot you down
If you run
But we don't stop to check the time
'Cause time keeps moving on and on and on
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
Who's gonna get up after we've fallen?
Who's gonna pick up what we've done wrong?
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
I see you in another place
I expect a familiar face
The city joins us with hands of grace
Hands free there are no constraints
Just ignore all that you see
The illusion of you and me
Illusions come illusions go
And if I leave you'll never grow old
In the city
Where I'm from
There are lovers till the dawn
And you stayed up to see the sun
I couldn't wait that long
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
Who's gonna get up after we've fallen?
Who's gonna pick up what we've done wrong?
Who's gonna get up after we're gone?
The city joins us with hands of grace
Hands free there are no constraints
Illusions come illusions go
And if I leave you'll never grow old
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