Post by rosalinamacygrey on Nov 23, 2011 0:14:34 GMT
rosalina macy grey
you are a handful of roses, thorns on a cheap bouqet
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age;; 20
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; solo act.
position in band;; vocals and guitar
sexuality;; heterosexual
play-by;; gabrielle aplin
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She is a very large girly girl. She will be normally seen wearing dresses and skirts. High heels fill her suitcases and floral print blankets are all over the place. She, just like many girls, loves pink. Pink towels, clothes, all down to the pink tooth brush. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love other colors. Rosalina is a very colorful person. When it comes to pictures, she usually adds more than necessary, and decorating is a signature talent of hers.
Rosalina also plays the guitar. She writes her own songs, even if they arent' her best, she likes to sing them just to herself before taking them out into the open and performing them in front of people. likes;; pretty easy - least three
dislikes;; skeptics, impolite gestures, being poked on the sides too much
quirks and habits;; laughing at her own jokes, smoking, chewing on the end of pencils
strengths;; singing, playing guitar, standing up for herself, song writing
weaknesses;; critisism, staying up too late, gets writers block more than she should, anything pink
fears;; guitar string breaking on stage, drowing, missing a show, getting throat surgery
goals;; finish through the whole tour without dropping out
history;; From the minute Rosalina was born, her parents loved her. Everything about her was great. Growing up she was a good student in school and had those special bonding times with her mother, she even watched movies and went out to dinner with her father on occasion. Rosalina grew up in the UK, in a small town outside of London, she longed to live in the big city, to have people know her name, and to travel around the world. But at around age nine, her life took a turn for the worst. her mother was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. her family, with little money, and little income on their small farm, could not support the treatment for her mothers disease. At age 10, her mother passed away from breast cancer, leaving just Rosalina and her father to mourn over their loss.
After her mothers death, her and her father decided to move into a small apartment in the city. During the packing process before moving, she found an old guitar in the their attic. Her father told her that it was her mothers from when she was a teenager. Filled with emotion, Rosalina told herself that she would not let her mother die in vain. By age thirteen she had learned how to play the guitar fluently and began writing songs. In high school she took many creative writing, and musical arts classes. But being in all the choirs she could, and playing the hardest music she could find, she still felt the debt was not paid to her mother. She soon found out about the "if you cant hang tour" and wanted to join immediately. She became a solo act and joined the multiple bands on the road to fame. .
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age;; 15
what makes the world go 'round?;; ; ) admin'd~
roleplay sample;;
The sun shone bright on Rosalina through the window. She opened her eyes slowly as if they were the first time she had opened them in years. Bags under her eyes as large as a bowling ball. Her notebook on her lap, and her guitar on the floor, she realized she had pulled another late night writing songs. Sitting up slowly she rubbed her head after moving too quickly. Glancing down at the notebook in her lap she had only three chords writen down, and only ten lines of a song completed. With a large groan she pushed herself to stand up.
Walking ever so slowly to the sink, she wet a washcloth and put it on the back of her neck, to help her calm down. The pressure on her head was massive, aspirin was definitely on her waiting list. After about a few minutes of slow breathing and three cups of coffee, Rosalina choked down two aspirin and sat down at her desk where she had fallen asleep the night before. Looking ever so slightly out the bus window she noticed it was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a beautiful blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight. She figured it would be a good day to become more aware with some of the bands around her. She had just joined the tour only a few weeks ago and didn't really know anyone yet. It wasn't like bands where they at least knew the people in the band, she was all by her lonesome. Her only company was her father over skype at night. Her father was still safe and cozy back in their small apartment in London. After thinking about it, she felt a little homesick and decided she needed to leave before getting too high strung on it.
Stepping out of the bus in sweatpants and a jacket, her pink slippers skidded the asphalt as if she were trying to create friction. Seeing a group of people in the distance she sighed and said to herself with her thick british accent "Well...here goes nothing.".
Walking ever so slowly to the sink, she wet a washcloth and put it on the back of her neck, to help her calm down. The pressure on her head was massive, aspirin was definitely on her waiting list. After about a few minutes of slow breathing and three cups of coffee, Rosalina choked down two aspirin and sat down at her desk where she had fallen asleep the night before. Looking ever so slightly out the bus window she noticed it was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a beautiful blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight. She figured it would be a good day to become more aware with some of the bands around her. She had just joined the tour only a few weeks ago and didn't really know anyone yet. It wasn't like bands where they at least knew the people in the band, she was all by her lonesome. Her only company was her father over skype at night. Her father was still safe and cozy back in their small apartment in London. After thinking about it, she felt a little homesick and decided she needed to leave before getting too high strung on it.
Stepping out of the bus in sweatpants and a jacket, her pink slippers skidded the asphalt as if she were trying to create friction. Seeing a group of people in the distance she sighed and said to herself with her thick british accent "Well...here goes nothing.".
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