Post by Rozalina Romanov on May 12, 2010 1:39:42 GMT
ROZALINA NADEAH ROMANOV
credit to lenalena at caution 2.0
"Don't know what's going on,
Don't know what went wrong.
Feels like a hundred years,
Still can't believe you're gone."
credit to lenalena at caution 2.0
"Don't know what's going on,
Don't know what went wrong.
Feels like a hundred years,
Still can't believe you're gone."
FULL NAME Rozalina Nadeah Romanov
ALIAS Rozie, Roz, Linie (by her father).
AGE Seveteen
NATIONALITY Russia
OCCUPATION Princess
PERSONALITY Meet Rozie. She's your perfect socialite, and every bit of a princess as the next girl. Rozie was always surrounded by the best people, and influenced how she thought and acted from a young age. Rozie loves to lay back and watch everybody do everything for her, chronically lazy, but doesn't mind working if she has too. As her mother once told her a long time ago, 'it builds character'. Unlike many other princesses, Rozie didn't let being spoilt to no ends reach her brain. She doesn't act like a brat - most of the time - and tends to behave... when she feels like it.
She was brought up to be a 'proper lady' like her mother had apparently been. Unlike her older sister Tori, Rozie was quiet, and self centered. Or that was, until she turned into a teenager. She soon grew bored of being proper, always doing what she was told. She started to rebel, but only little by little. This not only affected her personality, but also affected how she came to deal with other people. Instead of being quiet, domestic little Rozie, she turned into a headstrong girl with a sense of direction. No longer did she do what she was told all the time, but started to think and create for herself. She still has the same personality to this day. Not only this, but Rozie has a passion for - you guessed it, flirting. She can't help it. It's programmed into a part of her brain to flirt with boys and men. Most people adore her, so she doesn't really have problems with that. She can have some temper issues at points. She's loyal, and she'll keep anyone's secrets any day.
SEXUALITY Straight.
APPEARENCE Rozie adores dresses, more than anything else in the world. It was lucky she turned out to be a Princess. She especially loves ball gowns, and how they float around her when she walks. She dresses like a typical royal girl outside of the castle, but half the time you can find her wearing short shorts and some torn up tank top. Rozie hasn't adored fashion. She likes looking pretty - and that's pretty much the only thing that ever matters. She doesn't care what make it is - it could be the cheapest shirt in a thrift store and she'll buy it - but she wouldn't do that, because she wouldn't be seen in a thrift store, would she?
Rozie stands at 5'6, and she hates her height. Unlike her sister, Rozie would rather be short than tall, and she hates that she normally can't wear tall heels on a date. With her absolutely tiny frame though, it makes her look even more scrawny and small - another reason she likes to wear baggier clothing. Rozie is complimented all the time on how skinny she is, and to be honest, she isn't that fond of it anymore. Weighing in at barely hundred pounds, she basically a walking stick, even though other people might not see it. She doesn't have curves - point blank. She's just a walking stick, and she hates it. Her skin is smooth and soft, a lot like her mothers. In her looks, she takes more after her mother than her father if anything. She tends not to wear heavy makeup, but instead either no makeup or very little. She has an obsession with bracelets and necklaces.
PLAY BY Ashley Greene
MOTHER QUEEN ROMANOV, Marie of Hesse, 21.
FATHER KING ROMANOV, Alesandr, 49
SIBLINGS PRINCESS ROMANOV, ---------, 22
PRINCESS ROMANOV, Viktoriya, 19
PRINCE ROMANOV, ---------, 15.
PETS
Barney - Dalmation
HISTORY
Rozalina Nadeah Romanov was born on a beautiful spring morning in early April. Even when she was born, both of her parents admired her for her beauty - yes, as a child. She had bright blue eyes and tiny dark hairs sprouting from the top of her almost-bald head. Her mother looked on with bright, proud eyes, a smile forming on her very lips. Even though her father had never been much of an expressive person, Alesandr already loved his child. She was brought home soon after, and introduced to two of her already born sisters. She was loved by everyone in the palace because of her adventurous and playful demeanor, no matter how bratty she had been - which was almost never.
She grew up rather spoilt compared to other children. She had the best clothes, the best governess', the best maids, the best of everything that her family could give her. She wasn't a favorite - none of them were. They all got the best, no matter the price it was. Rozalina was obviously less... corruptive then her elder sister Viktoriya, and while Tori was taking karate lessons, Rozie was being taught how to ride horses. Even though her and her sister were almost completely different, Roz still admired her elder sister in every way possible, but wouldn't show it. So Rozalina spent most of her childhood as a well behaved child - and a very imprisoned child, even though she didn't know it. She didn't have any other friend that weren't inside the walls of the palace, so it wasn't surprising when she finally had someone, something went terribly wrong.
Rozalina met Aseria while outside on a horseback ride with her brother at the age of fourteen. She crashed into the girl - yes, crashed - and with kind instincts went to help her up. Aseria - of course - knew exactly who Rozie was, and instantly asked her to be her friend. Surprised, confused, and excited, Rozalina accepted the girls offer. So when she asked her father, he didn't want it, but Roz managed to persuade her new step mother to persuade him - and so she was allowed outside the walls. She went to the girls house, expecting to watch some tv and possibly hang out, and was surprised when she was ambushed by a party. This is where Rozalina learnt to get out of the protective cage she didn't know she was being held in. She partied until her curfew, and then came home rather frazzled. You know who she didn't see again? That's right, Aseria.
So for the next three years, Rozalina started to rebel against her fathers rules. She loves him dearly - more than anyone else - but she believes it unfair that he protects her so much. Her new rebellious nature caused an amount of rumors to spread around their kingdom. Rumors such as Rozalina going out partying every night (which she didn't do), drinking alcohol (which disgusts her), smoking (which also disgusts her), and losing her v-card (which she hasn't). Rozalina is well behaved a majority of the time, but she can't help feeling a little caged.
NAME Heart(:
AGE Fourteeeen baby. (almost fifteen).
GENDER GURL.
TIMEZONE -8 Pacific.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE five years.
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
PASSWORD --- Admin Edit ---
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Daniel's grin wasn't only dangerously full of mischief, it was strangely alluring to the young girl. She slipped toward him, moving through the groups of moving bodies, her own hazel eyes unable to leave his shimmering gray eyes. Daniel himself was allured by her thin body, and the pure essence of innocence that practically rolled off of her body. If he hadn't controlled himself so well, he could be practically drooling over her - which wasn't very attractive. He had one arm strung over the leather couch, his legs stretched out, his ankles crossed. His platinum blonde hair was in it's usual style, partly blocking his vision. His thin lips were curved into a grin. Anyone who knew him would recognize that grin as something deadly, something full of mischief. She, obviously didn't know that.
She slipped shyly onto the couch next to him, under the arm that was lounged over the back of the chair. His gray eyes had followed her, and now they were watching her intently, slightly questioning. For someone who acted so idiotic, Daniel was unusually wise, and staring at this girl, he could feel his throat burn. He leaned toward her, his grin becoming something much more deadly, so much so that he could even see a spark of fear in her hazel eyes. He moved even closer, so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. He let out a low chuckle, his gray eyes fixated on the veins pulsing in her neck. She was rigid, whether it be from fear or surprise, he couldn't tell - or he didn't care. "I promise this won't hurt a bit," He whispered softly, quietly enough that only she could hear him. That was when his tongue ran along the soft skin of her neck, waiting to bite her. She relaxed then, her body much less rigid. With a last chuckle, two long fangs penetrated the soft skin.
Daniel emerged from the corner of the club in a matter of minutes, one hand wiping his chin and mouth. A guard, vampire, stood only a few feet away, his own black eyes probing at Dan, asking him what he was doing silently. With a soft wave of his hand, Dan emerged from the club and into the darkness of the late night hours. Daniel had a habit of shirking his duties. Being the left hand of the Daje clan would be a great honor to anyone - but Dan. He had been raised a spoilt child, and had been spoilt his whole life. Girls adored him, men wanted to be his friend, he was symbol of beauty and strength - and of destruction. Eternally damned. In the beginning, Daniel hadn't been fond of the saying. Being religious, he had in no way wanted to be damned to the fiery pits of hell, but as he stayed the same age, and retained his personality and beauty... he came to love it. Now, eternally damned sounded like heaven - not literally, but close enough.
He stalked along the street, rather frustrated to have to go back to the crystal tower. It stood out easily among all of the other buildings, what some might have called beauty. Being vain and all, Daniel wasn't one to find beauty, unless of course, it was himself. He moved toward the glassy doors, opening them easily. The crisp air, and the sweet smell of incense was familiar in his nose. He strolled toward the front desk, his jacket flapping in the invisible breeze. He could feel eyes on him - and it wasn't pleasing. He was rather pissed, seeing as he was in the middle of one of the best meals he'd had all week when his phone had rung. Instead of letting the girl live, he had snapped her neck easily, and then left the limp body on the couch for someone else to clear up. He walked past the front desk, the vampire there a lady with a neat bun and smart clothes, and was thoroughly annoyed even more when the woman talked to him. "Mr. Grigori, can I help-" But Daniel arrogantly cut her off before she could finish. "Shut up."
He continued upward toward the meeting room, waiting for someone else to explain to him why he had been called here. As he peered around, there was no sign of the elder, or of Aubrey, convincing him that he really should not have been here. Was it a problem with a rogue?
