Post by Rose Lalonde on Aug 20, 2012 21:00:03 GMT -5
ROSE LALONDE
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This might be the first mark of contrary aspects in her appearance, however -- Rose's arms are incredibly strong, with long, calloused fingers at the ends and much for raw power. Looks are, as always, rather deceiving.
Almost gothic in style, but not so; for what real patron of the styles of old would go about in everyday life wearing her tank top and nothing else? When she does not have anywhere else to be, she barely bothers to get dressed -- there will be no one there to see her, after all, for she has long since mastered the art of avoidance. A creeping terror in her own home, she flits about her everyday business like a horror from one of her own passions -- stories of elder ones with no regard for humanity; introverted and aloof and unwilling to mingle with the one other who shares her living space. If seen, she flees quickly -- bare feet on granite, accustomed to giving no sound.
She very rarely turns the lights on, much to her mother's chagrin.
While she is disorganized and messy as a default, Rose does tend to keep up with touches to her appearance; though it may not seem as if there is a purpose to it. Her lips, always smeared a solid black, effectively snuffing the only sign of life (the pinks of her blood, of her being, so carefully hidden--) from her face -- her nails, consistently painted and retouched on a "as-she-remembers" basis -- her eyes, typically given some sort of shadow or mascara, adding a dimension -- adding an age.
It can prove to be quite the contrast -- messy blonde hair with painstakingly kept features.
But such is the way when you work for your own sake. [/ul]
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Tends to make living things wither, and put forth all kinds of disease.
Not exactly immune to her own strength.[/ul]
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And, worst of all -- be successful? To go to the top music school in the nation -- no, the world -- and to ace the admissions with flying colors? To have a future with playing the violin, of all things? And then to forsake it all for a writing career barely a year after graduation (if it all goes according to her exacting plans, of course) -- throwing her life to the wolves with barely a chance to be successful; and to come out on top?
To find success where there is guaranteed failure -- that is to be her greatest tryst.
Surely, her mother dearest would not be able to counter that. And with that she will find peace.
Rose is a tricky lady, to say the least -- convoluted and not without secrets, not without insecurities -- and this is something that she owns up to readily. For how can one wish to know others without knowing herself? It goes against the very grain of perception.
She's very aware of her own shortcomings, and makes a show out of apologizing for any wrong-doing. While she displays such an aura of pure arrogance that many believe that she is simply incapable of seeing any way but her own, anyone who spends even the slightest period of time with her would know that this is simply not the case. In defeat she is gracious -- simple and open and knowledgeable about her limitations. Mistakes are a part of the human experience, and one she knows very well.
The true intellectual does not fear being wrong, after all -- she fears believing in her own infallibility.
Curious and quick-witted -- with an endless lust for knowledge beyond her -- or anyone's -- comprehension. Does not consider herself religious, but quivers with the thought of some majestic entity being the one behind the conception of the universe -- raw and powerful and omniscient -- totally without capacity for feelings besides its own alien morality, that no human could dare attempt to understand.
Very adamant in her belief that the thing that made the world -- if there was even a thing that made it -- has no desire to meddle with stupid, human affairs. For why would something with such power even care for their existence? Man, contrary to his pigheaded attitude on himself, is not some gift upon the universe, chosen by some creator. He is just an animal.
And, like an animal, scared of what he does not know.
Considers herself a partial expert on the motives, actions and habits of her fellow human beings. Why this should not help her with her issues is, well, anyone's best guess.
For Rose Lalonde simply does not trust other people -- she is downright paranoid over them. If there is one fallacy she cannot shake it is the one that she knows nothing about -- so entrenched is she with her own belief, her own senseless delusion.
That is, that everyone is out to get her.
She does not comprehend basic kindness out of others -- there is always a motive, she knows people better than to believe that such a thing as "true altruism" has even a snowball's chance of existing. Any token of appreciation -- any gift, any act of kindness -- is a trap of some sort; a clever scheme that even the dreadfully stupid ploy to make a fool out of her. She does not believe that people actually mean anything by sheer kindness -- there must be something they are trying to prove, some means to an end.
There is not an action that she does not misconstrue -- not one simple gesture of love or caring that she does not twist into some passive-aggressive fantasy. Once she begins to have misgivings, she does not let them up -- though, it is very rare that she allows them to negatively impact her relationships.
Such a title is saved for her mother alone.
For this reason, Rose finds herself with very few real friends -- much less people she would consider close. In fact, it is almost as if she is afraid of getting close with others -- afraid that if she lets her guard down for even a moment that she will be taken advantage of in any multitude of completely ridiculous ways.
And the closer she gets to someone -- the more she is forced to contend with the idea that she should love them, that they have a place for each other -- the more she tries to push away.
Completely unsuited for romantic relationships. Any that she attempts end in a downward spiral of fear and misgivings -- leaving soured relationships between her and the ones she tried to get along with.
By this point, she avoids them with a sheepish scorn.
This is not to say that she is antisocial -- or even incapable of human understanding and conversation. She is not so proud that she cannot deal with the "simpletons" who pervade her everyday life, and in fact she welcomes interaction with open arms. Rose enjoys the company of others much more than she is willing to admit, and rarely, if ever, judges someone for being of lesser intelligence. She indulges all questions with a sense of patronizing fun -- but she does care that they reach the conclusion they long for, and she will work to whatever end to secure it for them.
Finds no issue in listening to people and talking them through their problems; loves the act of delving into someone else's psyche, to see how they feel and their concept of the world in motion. She readily dispenses advice, and finds great joy in figuring the physical aspect of dreams -- what they mean in tantalized reality.
Does dearly love her friends, and wishes to do nothing more than to help them. While she may appear arrogant or snide, she has the best interest of the whole at heart, and prays that no one forgets it.
Has a tendency to go to extreme lengths for promises of knowledge, and could be considered curious to a fault. Power, after all, is attractive to all but a brave few -- and she knows when she is part of the majority.
Has her own way of dealing with people, that is sure -- with little jabs and mental tests and general poking fun -- but it is never intended to be taken too seriously. She values a sense of humility in all that she talks to -- herself included.
Very sarcastic -- though she would shirk away from saying that she means it viciously. It is simply how she gets her point across -- she can't help that she is, well, the slightest bit sassy.
Just the slightest, though.
Is deeply aware of the way she must work to get what she wants, and is not above manipulation to get it. With her understanding of human nature, she finds it trivial to get people to do as she likes and to bring them to her side -- though her general mannerisms might suggest otherwise. Has a tendency to lay it on thick; especially (or rather, only) in ways that she knows that the 'subject' will appreciate. It is tailor delivered for them, after all -- designed for one alone.
None of this is ever executed with any degree of malicious intent, however -- she will get what she wants, but she will not step on other people knowingly. In her approach she is not unkind, even, and keeps the feelings of others paramount.
Not above even the most silly of gestures -- once she is around trusted company, or is completely alone. Knows how to enjoy herself much more than she lets on.
Very nihilistic in her concept of the world and her perception of such, but does not necessarily allow it to dictate her life. Just because she considers such philosophies in her spare time does not mean she needs to be a horrible pessimist, after all.
Which is one other striking feature, if one wanted to go so far. Despite her shortcomings -- despite her worldview -- despite the things she believes and the idols she upholds -- Rose never allows herself to lose hope or become lost. There is a great deal of interest within her for the troubled minds she finds in her stories -- the troubled minds she witnesses on a day to day basis in her dealings with the framework of others -- but never to the point where she succumbs to the same disease. She is perfectly aware of her abilities, and retains a great deal of control over her life; though she understands how one may fall from the wayside.
Straightforward with her desires -- at least, in the communication of them, should it ever come to the need -- and assertive when she has to be. Not the kind of woman who fears having to take charge, or fight, or get things done. She knows how to hold her own in just about any situation.
Though, she is not completely forthright with information -- especially that of which she believes that the other party has no use of knowing. For that reason, she keeps most of the private details of her life a secret, and is very apt to hide things, even in the confines of her isolation.
Has been known to keep dirty secrets under her bed.
Never lets people know how much she cares for them -- or even that she does. For all her stress on knowing oneself, it is doubtful that even she wishes to recognize her ties to others -- for that, more than anything else, is a supreme weakness.
Simply enamored with the occult -- she loves stories of alien beings that have created this world, hideous to the point of not being able to witness them with the human eye; all tentacles, twisting into the nether on their own accord. Fantastic beasts and where to find them -- beasts so much more sentient than mere humans.
And, on the same front, simply adores magic and tales of wizardry and all matters else. Though she tends to keep this a little more quiet -- wizards, after all, could be seen as something to be taken advantage of in her experience in the front.
Completely obsessed with writing her own stories -- mostly about wizards, beasts, and all matter of other nonsense, of course (nonsense that she is fully aware of being just that). Tends to go on a bit more than others might -- that is to say, she just can't shut up with the purple prose.
It's a problem, she knows. But she just can't keep away.
Enjoys media based on the occult, magic, philosophy, psychology and horror -- horror that rings true; not jump scares in a crowded movie theater. Considers herself rather varied for this end, as her interests tend to range from The Lord of the Rings to World of Warcraft to Madoka.
Which suits her just fine, to be honest.
Further enjoys knitting, rainy days, a twice-a-day foray into psychoanalysis and, though she would never admit this, cats.[/ul]
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