Post by Rosalia Costello on Jun 5, 2011 5:17:34 GMT -8
BEHIND THE QUOTES
NAME; Emmy
AGE; Seventeen
ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE; 10 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US; Caution
MEANS OF CONTACT; AIM [HeartBeatEnvy]
OTHER COMMENTS; I'm not really used to Proboards, so you'll have to forgive my goof-ups; but this site was too pretty not to join.
IN THIS SKIN
FULL NAME;Rosalia Anamaria Costello
ALIAS;Rosa
GENDER;Female
BIRTH DATE / AGE;November 13th, Twenty two
ALLIANCE;Pirates, though she doesn't actually spend much time on a ship, herself.
POSITION AND RANK;None.
SHIP;Not applicable
PERSONALITY
Rosalia is hardly what one could call the most typical of young ladies - she hasn't exactly had the most typical of upbringings, and it's true enough that her personality is what has suffered from it. A formidable adversary, Rosalia isn't the kind of person that you would want to get on the wrong side of. She is an extremely fierce woman who isn't afraid of telling you exactly what she thinks. Sometimes it has not been the best thing for her, and has occasionally got her into trouble because of her blunt honesty. People don't expect it of her just by looking at her, but people learn very quickly that Rosalia is not someone to be trifled with. She's rather independent, and doesn't like having to depend on others for anything; she hates the idea of having to ask for help, and in general she is stubborn enough not to ask for help even when she needs it.
Some people might view her as being somewhat harsh, and that isn't necessarily untrue. Rosalia has always been a little rough around the edges, and she always will be. There's no doubt that there is some latin blood in the young woman - she is hot blooded, and exceedingly temperamental. It's not very difficult to tick her off, and she has an explosive temper when she does grow to be angry - this is when she finds that she happens to be most in-your-face. Don't mistake her roughness for cruelty; Rosalia is hardly the kind of person who could just be cruel without reason. She just takes some time to get to know - it's all part of the charm behind Rosalia. She has a sharp wit, and is often times somewhat sarcastic.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE;
"My face is what one could call heart-shaped, or at the very least, that is what one would have called it when I was younger. I have the slightest indication of a widow’s peak in the center of my forehead where my hairline starts. I once had round, rosy cheeks, though I must warn you that they are neither, now: Over the years, my entire form, including my face, has grown to be much more cat like, and much more angular. My cheekbones maintain the appearance of being much higher, these days, and almost to the point where I suppose my face may even seem rather hollow.
My nose is a feature that I’ve always considered myself lucky for – call me odd, perhaps it is something that not many people take into consideration, but when you are as old as I am, you will have seen many faces. And I have seen many… unpleasant noses on these many faces that I’ve seen in my life time – therefore, I am quite glad to have the nose that I do. My nose is only somewhat longer than normal, but as my face is rather long on it’s own, this suits me. My nose is thin at the bridge, and blunt at the nostrils, giving it the ‘button’ appearance that is apparently so desirable. It is only slightly turned up at the end, but I don’t mind this.
My mouth is as equally pleasing to the eye – perhaps I may sound vain? And perhaps you’re right in thinking so. I can be quite vain. But let me remind you that it isn’t as though I sit and stare at myself in the mirror all day – whilst you may be proud of your looks, so may I be of mine, yes? Of course. And so I continue on to say that my lips are the only part of me that have maintained any sort of natural flush… actually, never mind that. Even my lips are unnatural – they are colored, a deeper shade of a rosy-red, but for humans? That is still not natural. My hair is very thick, and maintains a loose, natural curl that makes it easier to deal with. It’s very dark, nearly black in color, and it shows traces of a deep, auburn-like red if the sun ever hits it.
And last, but most certainly not least, are my eyes. I rather like my eyes as well, if I do say so myself, they’re almond-shaped, and spaced evenly on either side of my nose. They're a blue-green color, and framed with thick fringe of dark eyelashes."
HEIGHT; 5"0.
WEIGHT; 115 pounds.
HAIR COLOR; Black.
EYE COLOR; Blue-green.
ANY SPECIAL MARKINGS;None.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY, SAILOR
FAMILY;
Her father is a pirate named Cesaire, and her brother Santiago is also a pirate. In the past year, her mother Elena has passed away.
BACKGROUND;
Cesaire Costello met Elena Briggs on one of his numerous trips to Tortuga. She owned one of the taverns there, and while she was all for a good time, she was also somewhat stricter than most tavern owners - she wouldn't put up with nonsense, as she put it - no one was to shoot their firearm in her pub, or she would toss them out; they could find another place to go through with such idiocy. Their first child was named Santiago - a boy who was rather unexpected, but nonetheless prized. Two years later, Rosalia Anamaria Costello was born.
Rosalia grew up helping in the tavern, though her mother tried to shield her from some of the more rowdy sections of it. It was still not exactly a conventional upbringing. This is probably the reason, however, for Rosalia being such a tough person - she knows how to handle herself, because she grew up learning how to handle herself properly. When Rosalia was ten, her brother Santiago left with their father to sail on the high seas. Rosalia wanted to go with them, but her mother told her that it was no sort of work for a woman. Rosalia has ever since been somewhat bitter about being told such things - she wants to see the world, and feel the spray of the open sea on her face. Piracy is in her blood - she wants a taste of freedom.
AND BEYOND
PORTRAYED BY; Natalie Dormer
PICTURE; Click!
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE;
Gemma had lived in Kingston, Jamaica for a good portion of her life - not for so long that she could not remember living in England, certainly, but she had been there for a long enough time that she liked to think that she knew the area rather well. Or at least, tolerably well. As far as she was concerned, she knew the area well enough that she should have been allowed out whenever she pleased. But of course, that wouldn't be heard of - how inappropriate, how unladylike! Yes, yes, yes, Gemma wanted to say to her mother, for she had heard it a hundred times, and every time she thought so, she knew that she would have to hear it at least a hundred and one more. There wouldn't ever be a time, she was certain, that she would be allowed outside of her home, left to wander the streets on her own - she would always have to have an attendant; in other words, Amrita.
It wasn't that Gemma did not love Amrita - she did, and she enjoyed her presence, too. Amrita had been a servant in the Cromwell household since Gemma had been a little girl, and she had many fond memories with the woman - playing croquet on the lawn, when they had lived in England, and sitting indoors and playing cards whenever it happened to be raining. Amrita had even always had a knack of settling childish arguments between Gemma and her younger sister, Sally. As she had gotten older, though, Amrita's presence started to feel... just sort of stifling. And it wasn't as though Gemma wanted her to go away for ever or anything like that - she just wanted to go for a walk through Kingston without feeling as though she had two different shadows. That was a very common feeling for Gemma - as though she had two shadows - and in a sense that was exactly what Amrita was. There was no way around it, it seemed... or, maybe there was.
Under the heat of the Jamaican sun, Gemma and her maid walked along the streets of the market. Gemma was beginning to become irritated by the hat that was on top of her head, wide-brimmed so as to shield her face from the sun - but Gemma liked to feel the sun on her face. She loved the warmth and the light of it - but of course, it wasn't attractive for a lady to become so tanned, nor were freckles attractive - as both Amrita and her mother continuously felt the need to remind her when she persisted. Gemma straightened out the skirt of her white dress, sighing a little to herself as she walked; she knew that if she could just find an opening... She knew that she would be able to elude Amrita, even if only for a little while - she was younger than the elder maid - and there was the fact that Gemma had managed to leave the house that morning without wearing her corset... or her stockings - the stockings were the easier bit - no one was constantly looking up underneath of her dress. It was the corset that was usually hard to sneak by without - but Sally knew better than to point it out, and Amrita and Mrs. Cromwell had not noticed. If she could just find an opening - she knew she'd be able to slip away from her maid.
Gemma's eyes were keeping a sharp look out; Amrita, behind her, was already beginning to grow tired of their escapade, and Gemma turned slightly to look at her. Vaguely, she wondered if the woman would be any easier to get away from if she were distracted... "Amrita, what is that?" Gemma asked, feigning great curiosity over nothing as she pointed randomly behind the elder woman. When Amrita had turned around though, Gemma was seized by a moment of utter triumph, and she grinned to herself, slipping away through the stalls at a brisk pace, ignoring the calls of the vendors as she walked in over toward the next street, away from Amrita. After a moment, Gemma broke into a run, reaching up and pushing her hat off of her head, letting the sun hit her face - she ran until she reached the end of one street and turned into the next, enjoying all the sights and sounds and colors of the market place. She slowed after a while, breathing hard, and leaned slightly against the side of a building - she felt a twinge of guilt for having left Amrita so, but... well, she deserved to have a little time to herself, didn't she?
PIRATES OR NINJAS;
Pirates
