((You will have to forgive me; I can't copy and paste anything on the device I use, so this is written by hand. Apologies for leaving out fonts and colors and an image :( ))
Rosalie Foster
'I listened to terror, and I became what I feared.'
The Basics
Nicknames- Rose, Rosie
Gender- Female
Age- 11
Ghost or Human- Ghost
Sexuality- Straight, however, Rose considers herself too young to worry about love.
Height- 144cm
Weight- 5 stone
Hair Color- Very light brown. Almost light enough to call blonde. Rose usually wears her hairs in twin braids that fall to just below her shoulders.
Eye color- Rosalie has central heterochromia, meaning that her eyes are a different color around the pupil. The main part of her iris is emerald green, but the ring around the pupil is a yellowish color.
Body Modifications- Rose has her ears pierced in the regular place on the lobes. She always wears the pair of small gold dolphin-shaped earings her parents gave her after she won a singing competition at the beginning of middle-school.
Delving Deeper
Personality- Rose has always been a scaredy-cat. Scared of dark, scared of open water, scared of strangers, scared of death... However, there have been moments in which a wave of courage, of confidence rose up over Rosie, resulting in an unusual outburst of some sort. Come to think of it, she was scared of those outbursts too. Rosalie was clever. Clever enough to realize that these fears were nonsensical, and yet they never ceased to plague her. 'It's all in your head,' her mother would say, with a hand on Rose's shoulder. 'Nothing's going to hurt you, okay?' Oh, but she had never believed her mother's words. She never had been quick to trust anyone, even her own parents. Admittedly, this was strange, as besides being the scaredy-cat, Rose was known for becoming incredibly attached to those she was close to.
History- Rose had always lived a life engulfed in fear that others would mock her for. 'Rosie's a scaredy-cat!' the kids at school would chant, on and on. 'Man up, Rosie!' She had been sick of it all for too many months now. She was reaching the breaking point. The point of something else Rosalie feared - death.
She was nine when it happened. One morning, the circle of tormentors appeared around her, as per usual. The chanting began, and something in Rosie snapped. A wave of courage more intense than anything she had ever experienced took control. Rosie lashed out at the group's apparent leader, and ge collapsed to the tarmac floor, unconscious.
It all happened very quickly. The headmistress arrived, followed by the school nurse. There was the sound of an ambulance, a team of paramedics, a stretcher and various medical equipment, but she absorbed none of it. A social worker approached Rose, who was too scared to listen to what they had to say. More phone calls, a car ride home, another social worker, her parents, a psychiatrist who asked lots of strange questions...
At the end of it all, Rose somehow found herself in the woods, staring at a young boy and trembling violently. Perhaps she had run here, she didn't know. The boy took a single step forward and Rosalie cried out. Another step, and she was fleeing for her life, stumbling blindly over the uneven terrain.
But suddenly, the boy was in front of her.
'No! No, get away! I don't want to hurt you!' she had screamed over and over again, but the child stayed, a look of fear buried deep into his eyes. Rosie assumed he was fearing her. Rose was fearing herself too. But then pain shot into her body like fire. There was blood spilling rapidly from her chest. Too much blood. Rose couldn't move. She couldn't stop the bleeding, and she couldn't stop the terror rising within her.
And just like that, she was dead.
Family- Mother and Father
Likes- Singing, learning, friendships, drawing.
Dislikes- The dark, open water, strangers, pain, running dogs, death, fear, bullies, horror movies.
Talents- Singing, drawing, biology.
Strengths- Protective over her friends, knowledgeable.
Weaknesses- Has many fears, often panics in certain situations.
Love Life
Turn Ons- Rosalie considers herself too young to be thinking about love in such a way.
Turm Offs- Rosalie considers herself too young to be thinking about love in such a way.
Crush- n/a
Boyfriend/Girlfriend- n/a
Spouse- n/a
((oh my gosh, sorry this was so huge))