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Rosalie Hills

"I am human.Now I am a cat. Now I am a platypus cool huh?"

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a character in “Supernatural School”, as played by Thundera

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ROSALIE REID

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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Shape-Shifter
Grade:Senior
Personality: She’s outgoing fun and friendly. She is really clever but spends half her life doing really dumb things like walking into doors or tripping over nothing. She is really easy to like and tends to be rather flirty and outgoing. She loves hanging out with friends and she admires the beach and milkshakes. She can always make time to help you even if you’re a stranger she passed on the street once. She’s loyal and won’t ditch you after being a week for a friend who’s more popular then you. She is very easy to offend and is known to hold a nasty grudge and give the longest silent treatments but sometimes she can be at a bit clingy and annoying however it’s hard not to love her she’s such a good laugh!
Appearance: She’s a pretty girl with long blonde curls and sparkly blue eyes. She is naturally very pale and weighs around 124lbs. She stands at 5.6 feet high so she is a little bit short but fairly close to the average. Her body is slightly toned from constant exercise and sport. She doesn’t look it but she is actually rather strong and fast. She has delicate small facial features to suit her youthful look her eyes are full of life all the time and she’s as sweet to look at is as she is to talk to.
Biography: Rosalie’s mother was a shape shifter but her father wasn’t her father always knew about her mother’s real identity but he loved her just as much. Rosalie’s older sister Kate is not in any way supernatural so when Rosalie was her mother was rather surprised but happy at the same time. Her mother and father were worried that Rosalie may not be able to control her gift properly if she wasn’t taught so they devoted all their time to finding her a school and enrolling her.
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So begins...

Rosalie Hills's Story

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Azmirian felt a faint shimmering on his belly and looked down in alarm. Someone had placed a veil over him. He knew he was forgetting something!! Dresden had been too tired to remember, and Azzie was all too ready to leave. He face-palmed and continued on.

A few minutes later he arrived at school. He landed with an apology to the girl he accidentally blew over with the gales of wind issued from his wings as he flapped to halt his forward momentum. He helped her up with a talon and smiled. "Sorry about that, it's sort of hard to stop." He walked towards the oversized door (renovated after he took up attendance) and checked the bag with the books. All safe and sound in the back. He relished the thought of reading them. He passed a humanoid in the hall, and the veil underneath him reacted on passing. He turned with a smile. "Hey, thanks for that, Dad and I completely forgot."

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He was aware of the new arrival's presence. "Hello, Rosalie, how are you?" He didn't take his eyes from his book, but smiled up at her fondly. Rosalie was a character, but brilliant at art. She could draw so wonderfully, something he had never been as good at. Her drawings were among his favorites to look at whenever the class shared what they had done or had art exhibitions. He heard the scratching of her sketches on paper and his heart soared. Such a great sound. "What are you drawing now, if I may ask?" He loved to watch her draw, but his presence tended to make the students nervous, what with being... well... a dragon, a huge bulk of teeth tail and claws. A few had taken the time to know him better, and all knew he would never harm them, the subconscious nervousness was still there.

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"Mind if I see? You just draw so well, all I can do is make statues." He chuckled. Carefully, he turned his silver eyes to the paper bag next to his quilt and placed the book tenderly inside, marking the place with a tiny dot in the corner of the page, courtesy of a talon. He then stretched out his neck, eyes squinched shut in pleasure, and let out a tiny huff of air before shoving up to his feet. He left the quilt and headed over to the blonde girl staring at the windows. He waited politely at a distance for an affirmative or negative before approaching her. He liked to be cautious, you never knew with teenagers sometimes.

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Azmirian beamed, teeth as white as his scales glinting in the sideways moonlight. He sauntered over and watched the blonde artist's pencil swoop over the page, almost as if flying. The girl in the picture was beautiful, as far as humanoids were concerned. He watched each part of her anatomy become sketched into existance with ravenous glee. He hoped someday he could learn from Rosalie if he watched close enough, head, spine, eyes, nose, perfect mouth and ears, lavish hair, manicured hands, sculpted legs and feet... and then a tiny dragon. He was both enthralled and dismayed at this new addition... Lonliness gnawed at his secret heart, but he hid the grief behind a smile. "It's beautiful, Rose," he said softly, failing to keep his eyes from beginning to water. This was the first time he had seen her draw a dragon in an obedient role, but that wasn't the matter of his unhappiness. Lately, the intense longing for other draconic company had exponentially become more vivid. Without a word, he turned with grace and sped back to his quilt, face to the wall so she couldn't see his fight for dominance over his tears. 'Hatchling,' he jabbed at himself pitifully

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Azmirian heard the excited chatter as he turned to the wall, and knew they had probably seen his emotions. Blast the earth, of course they had. He didn't care, they could talk all they wanted. He wouldn't let it show. Slowly, he breathed in and out, banishing the tears threatening to well over his eyes. They receded quickly enough, and he put on his satisfied grin. The bell rang at last. Class was beginning, which meant he had full access to the clay near him. His heart beat excitedly, for he loved sculpting. After a long day cooped up on his belly for hours and hours on end, unable to do much with his claws, Art was a nice class to have. He stood before the teacher even entered the class and went to the massive barrels of clay. With his tail, he looped around two of the silver cans and lifted them easily. The gleaming dragon then moved to the smooth tile floor that had been devoted to his work. He didn't have the dexterity for pencils or brushes, yet, but using just his tail worked well enough when he had to draw. However, today he had something... bigger in mind.

He lifted the lids of the cans, one in each claw, and placed them neatly to the side, one on top of the other. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, he had the idea all planned out. One can in each claw, he turned them upside down on the linoleum surface, and with a call of "Loud noise, upcoming!" whipped his body around and whacked them with his muscular tail. The things clanged deafeningly, and two soft thuds issued right after. He carefully lifted the cans and was pleased to find two cylinrical towers of clay the size of his forearms.

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By the time he had returned, two perfect antlers lay at Azmirian's feet. He delicately picked one up with two talons, scored the base of it and the deer's head, added some slip and attatched it firmly. He then repeated the process with the other antler. The stag was gorgeous, perfectly proportioned, eyes full of majesty and posture suggesting motion. Azzie smiled pridefully down at it and bared his talons. With a loving glint in his eye he began to drag his claws gently across the form in short little strokes. Fur appeared on the back of the stag, the sides, the legs, the head, the tail. The antlers' veins and texturing was added, and there stood a stag of clay, ready to run.

Now was the fun part. Azmirian turned to the two nearest him and smiled mischieviously. "Stand back."