⌈ Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ⌋
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⌈Nickname⌋
Rose, Rosy, Mary, Spice || All variations of her first name, these normally reference back to her nice smell and Spice is also a reference to rosemary the spice.
Isa, Belle, Bella, Izzy || All are just variations of her middle name that is also from Spanish and Italian background.
⌈Age⌋
16, almost 17
⌈Gender⌋
Female
⌈Race⌋
Caucasian
⌈Face Claim⌋
Natsume Asako || My Little Monster
Rose, Rosy, Mary, Spice || All variations of her first name, these normally reference back to her nice smell and Spice is also a reference to rosemary the spice.
Isa, Belle, Bella, Izzy || All are just variations of her middle name that is also from Spanish and Italian background.
⌈Age⌋
16, almost 17
⌈Gender⌋
Female
⌈Race⌋
Caucasian
⌈Face Claim⌋
Natsume Asako || My Little Monster
⌈Hair Color⌋
Her tresses resemble the burnt tangerine with hints of amber.
⌈Eye Color⌋
The porcelain orbs verge of a light sienna brown with honey tints.
⌈Height⌋
5'2"
⌈Weight⌋
102 lbs
⌈Physical Description⌋
Rosemary looks almost as a doll, the beautiful sienna honey orbs that adorn her beautiful face, along with her rosy cheeks. They look as if she had just been his by a gust of wind, making her cheeks irritated by the change in temperature. Her petite body is a cream with a mix of rosy pink. She has something that makes people envious; stature and curves.
Another trademark are her cashmere locks that is, by far, a cursed gift. Typically, and almost shamefully, the frail teenager will leave her chest grazing waterfall untouched, only small alterations appearing {be it a section tied off with a flowering/wooden clip, a hair bow or in pigtails}. Interestingly enough, as stated before, this unobtainable tone of singed amber never seems to dim...even flourishing and glowing in the most dreary of light.
Without a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind, Rose is a stunning individual.. but, in all honesty, the major factor that separates her from being classified as "model worthy" to "fairytale ready" are her eyes. Almost constantly, the doe-reminiscent gems seem to flux in their varying shades of sienna and honeys.
Her tresses resemble the burnt tangerine with hints of amber.
⌈Eye Color⌋
The porcelain orbs verge of a light sienna brown with honey tints.
⌈Height⌋
5'2"
⌈Weight⌋
102 lbs
⌈Physical Description⌋
Rosemary looks almost as a doll, the beautiful sienna honey orbs that adorn her beautiful face, along with her rosy cheeks. They look as if she had just been his by a gust of wind, making her cheeks irritated by the change in temperature. Her petite body is a cream with a mix of rosy pink. She has something that makes people envious; stature and curves.
Another trademark are her cashmere locks that is, by far, a cursed gift. Typically, and almost shamefully, the frail teenager will leave her chest grazing waterfall untouched, only small alterations appearing {be it a section tied off with a flowering/wooden clip, a hair bow or in pigtails}. Interestingly enough, as stated before, this unobtainable tone of singed amber never seems to dim...even flourishing and glowing in the most dreary of light.
Without a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind, Rose is a stunning individual.. but, in all honesty, the major factor that separates her from being classified as "model worthy" to "fairytale ready" are her eyes. Almost constantly, the doe-reminiscent gems seem to flux in their varying shades of sienna and honeys.
⌈Personality⌋
Rose is extremely independent. She doesn't like to be pinned down by anyone or any rules. Change and freedom are extremely important to her. Just like her father, she needed to experience things herself. Rose makes for a very interesting and exciting friend. She likes to leave her mark on everyone she meets. She is very flighty and will disappear for a long time as she meets new friends and explores new places. But when she came back, she would have new thoughts, opinions and interesting things to share and ideas to teach. Life is very interesting and fun with a friend like Rose. If you need any advice, she is the one to ask.
Izzy is many sided, quick both in the mind and physicality. She is brimming with energy and vitality and she is clever with words. Intelligent and very adaptable to every situation and every person, Izzy is curious and will always want to know what's going on in the world around her. She is not one to sit back and watch the world go by, she wants to be involved. This can sometimes make her nosy, this is because she really enjoys communicating, more so then most other people. Izzy can talk and talk, but she has interesting things to say, not just mindless babble. But when it comes down to protecting himself or the people she loves, she can be very serious and stoic.
⌈Weapon Skill⌋
One-Handed Sword
⌈Inventory⌋
Nothing so far!
⌈Armor⌋
Basic Armor
⌈Weapon⌋
Basic Woman's Sword
One-Handed Sword
⌈Inventory⌋
Nothing so far!
⌈Armor⌋
Basic Armor
⌈Weapon⌋
Basic Woman's Sword
It was a beautiful autumn day. A golden brown carpet of leaves crunch underfoot, tree limbs quiver in gusts of wind, shaggy autumnal decrepitude, disheveled beauty in gold and scarlet. Earthy smell of autumn, air that had the first bite of late autumn, beech trees at the height of their autumnal gold, bathed in the yellow warmth of the autumn sun, air fresh but without a chill. The leaves dance on the breeze, dead but still alive in some instances. Copper leaves fall to the ground that is now scattered in a plethora of colors. Gold, orange, red and brown, they all dance and die as the clouds overlap each other, making the sky a gloomy gray.
The petite young woman's feet padded against the hard wooden floor of her house, in only a long night shirt. Her burnt tangerine tresses fell loosely on her shoulders as the autumn wind filled her house. She had a mother and father but they were both at work right now. Izzy had feigned sickness and succeeded. She wanted to play her new game. It was said to be the same world as SAO from before but not with the death. She loved that world and she hadn't had enough time to explore it. She was full of excitement. As she finished her preparations, she plugged her computer up and then plugged her NerveGear in. She slipped it over her head then laid on the bed.
The petite young woman's feet padded against the hard wooden floor of her house, in only a long night shirt. Her burnt tangerine tresses fell loosely on her shoulders as the autumn wind filled her house. She had a mother and father but they were both at work right now. Izzy had feigned sickness and succeeded. She wanted to play her new game. It was said to be the same world as SAO from before but not with the death. She loved that world and she hadn't had enough time to explore it. She was full of excitement. As she finished her preparations, she plugged her computer up and then plugged her NerveGear in. She slipped it over her head then laid on the bed.
LINK START
A whole new hell began.
