Post by cassie on Nov 5, 2011 12:37:39 GMT -5
, Rosabella Maria Salvi.
” I don’t wanna think, don’t wanna see your face,
You’re haunting my dreams, every breath I take
I’ve tried letting go, but you keep reaching out,
I’ve fallen so hard, something’s you can’t erase.
And now, I’m here without you, I’m gonna live without you,
now that you’re gone, I’ve got to carry on, I can’t look back.
The best part of me broke when we said goodbye”[/center][/size][/color][/font]
, burned your way in, under my skin .
[/size][/font]when i wasn’t looking[/center]
` your age. 19
` years of experience. 6 years
` contacts. pm
` how did you find us?. on rise of the moon advertising board
` other characters. N/A
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, it’s so easy to talk about me.
[/size][/font]when I’m not around to say[/center]
` nicknames. Rosa, Bella
` age & birthday. 21, September 14th 1989.
` sexual orientation. straight.
` species. human.
` special powers. N/A.
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, cut me then blame me for bleeding.
[/size][/font]won’t see me begging and pleading [/center]
` body type. Athletic, thin
` hair color & style. Dark brown/black, long, wavy/curly usually down
` tattoos & peircings. Ear’s are pierced, a tat on her right wrist, it means strength and hope.
` distinguishing features. She has two bite mark scars on each side of her neck, she has another scar on her right arm from the same incident that she got the bite marks.
` face claim. Jessica lowndes
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, just because we’re face to face.
[/size][/font]doesn’t mean we’re eye to eye[/center]
+Art
+Italy
+Motorcycles
+Teaching
+Alcohol
+Rain
+sunny Days (because it means no vampires)
` dislikes.
+Vampires
+Memories
+sleeping (nightmares)
+Alcohol
+Crying
+Night (Darkness)
` strengths.
+Determination,
+Strong-willed
+Gifted, she has always been gifted with a great singing voice and a painter’s talent.
` weaknesses.
+Memories, every time she remembers
+Fears
+Nightmares
+Alcohol, she drinks when she’s really depressed or down and it’s very hard for her not to.
` fears.
+Vampires (especially the one who almost killed her)
+Hospitals
+Letting anyone close to her, she’s afraid they’ll go away or die if she starts caring, like her parents.
` secrets.
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` overall personality. Rosabella is a loner, she prefers her company to anyone else's, ever since the nightmare that night her parents were killed she's never been the same. Rosabella is a little rough around the edges, she's cold and distant to people, even those who she's known for most of her life like her uncle and aunt. It's hard to get to know Rosabella, she doesn't let anyone close to her, but if you do manage to slip behind the walls she built you would discover she really is a sweet person, and outgoing at least she used to.
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, who’s calling names and pointing fingers.
[/size][/font]takes one to know one, it’s age before beauty[/center]
` parents.
Mother: Isabella Rose Salvi-deceased
Father: Antonio Salvi-deceased
` siblings. N/A
` other family.
Uncle: Angelo Salvi-38-father’s younger brother-lives in Mystic falls
Aunt: Christine Salvi-36-Angelo’s wife-Lives in Mystic falls
Cousin: Toby Salvi-17-lives in mystic falls
Cousin: Angel Salvi-16-lives in mystic falls
` significant other. N/A
` pets. Newman, Husky ,Lab, Mix
` history.
Rosabella was born on a sunny September morning, to Isabella and Antonio Salvi. She was born in Cecily, Italy and was raised there for most of her life. Rosabella didn't have any siblings so her child hood was kind of lonely, though she did have a handful of nanny's. Rosabella always found a way to amuse herself and most of the time it got her in trouble but she managed to get out of her punishments, she was her daddy's angel. Her life at home was good, occasionally lonely but good. Her father always made time for her and her mother, even though he had a million dollar company to run. Rosabella had a good life, she grew up with money but unlike a lot of rich people she didn't throw money around. Her parents taught her just because they may have money doesn't make them any different then people with less, it just means they have more to give to people who have less, their all equal.
When Rosabella was about ten she took her first trip to Mystic Falls, her father's brother married an American woman and moved with her to her home town. So Rosabella traveled there in the summer's, she liked the small town but never thought about moving there, at least not until later on. She even went to school one year in America, but not in Mystic falls, she went to a private school funded by her uncle. Rosabella was great achedemicly, she got all A's and was never bad, at least at school. Outside of school she was a problem child, at least in her early teens. She would party, stay out all night, and pick fights with her mother and father, the normal teen rebellion. But when she got a little older she straightened out, but only after one bad night of partying.
She was at some guy's party; she didn't even know the person. Her and her girlfriends were drinking, doing Jell-O shots but then she started to wonder around the house, she found herself almost passed out in a bedroom when two jocks from school came in. They tried to get her to do stuff, and only stopped when she puked on one of the guys, after that night, after what almost happened she never wanted to be like that again. She never wanted to be wasted, not knowing where she was or what was happening. So after that she straightened out, she focused all her time on her school and rebuilding that bridge with her parents, they grew closer together when Rosabella gave up alcohol.
After high school Rosabella went on to college, she went to America for her education. She wanted to be an artist or a teacher so she went for both degrees. Rosabella's parents visited her in America, and she flew back to Italy for holidays. On her twenty birthday her parents flew out to spend it with her, they went to an Italian Restaurant near her apartment and Rosabella took her parents around town, showing them the sights. She thinks this is when the monster saw them; she remembered seeing him at the Restaurant then again later on that night. Rosabella didn't drink though; she had made herself a promise that she was never going to drink again, so after their short night Rosabella took her parents back to her apartment. They celebrated even more then retired for the night, Rosabella's parents slept in the guest bedroom which was down the hall.
Rosabella slept perfectly but then was suddenly awakened by a loud thud and another one only a second later. Rosabella adorned her robe and left her bedroom to see what the noise was. She called to her mother and father but there was no answer, when she opened their door she saw that her father was laying on the floor crumbled like a paper doll. She rushed to his side to check if he was ok but he wasn't, he was dead, his neck had been snapped. She looked around quickly for her mother, she found her in the arms of that stranger who she saw earlier, and he was biting her neck and only dropped her when Rosabella screamed. He quickly moved in front of her, before she could even blink. Rosabella fought him as he drug her up from the floor, he whispered things to her but she didn't hear them at the time, only later did she remember. He painfully pinned her arms to her side and bit into her neck, she was helpless no matter how much she fought it did no good the man had incredible strength.
Rosabella was losing a lot of blood, all she wanted to do was give into the darkness that was surrounding her, but then she heard a pounding on her door and it wouldn't go away. Someone called the police, they heard her screaming. The man dropped her, left her for dead just like her parents. But her wish didn’t come true; the police got her to the hospital in time. Rosabella was asleep for three days, when she awakened she learned she was now an orphan, her parents died.
For the past year Rosabella has been trying to get her life together, she graduated from college with both degrees. But she was never the same after what happened, she stopped hanging with her friends and she eventually moved away from her apartment. Rosabella went back to Italy for a few months then moved to Mystic Falls, now she's living in a nice home, she's got a new job, sort of. But only one thing keep's her going really, that she finds that man who killed her parents and kill him, that's her only goal right now.
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, you don’t know what you’re talking about.
[/size][/font]it’s time somebody called you out[/center]
` secret phrase. -admin edit-
` anything else?. Nope
` roleplay sample.
Deep breaths, everything was going to be fine, she’d do great. Or so she was telling herself that since she arrived here. Today was Rosabella’s first day of her teaching career, anywhere but she was teaching in Mystic Falls. She’d already done her little interview with the principle and now it was time to get started. Rosabella would be teaching English and art, her two favorite subject art more than English. She hoped she wouldn’t make a fool of herself, she hadn’t really built her teaching technicians but she wanted to be one of those cool teachers. She hoped no one would mention her accent, it always embarrassed her but if they did bug her with questions she’d answer then politely but curtly. Her first class was art then she had English later on in the day, she had a feeling that wouldn’t be as easy or as fun as Art.
With another deep breath Rosabella pushed opened the door of her classroom, thankfully no one had arrived no early arrivers looking to impress the new teacher. Rosabella took a look around the room before moving in further. Nice size room that would properly fit twenty kids, three windows facing the front of school, enough easels, pottery station, lots of art supplies and even a case to display the students pieces. Everything she’d need for the class was there, she also had a small desk and the latest desktop, she knew the schools would be out of date so she bought one, with the permission of the principle it’s not like she didn’t have the money. Rosabella was an heiress, million dollar heiress, at least that’s how much her father’s company was. But you wouldn’t be able to tell if you saw her, she doesn’t throw money around unlike other rich people.
Rosabella moved over to one of the cabinets that kept the art supplies and unlocked it. She took enough canvases and placed one on each easel in the room. Then came the art supplies, paints (water color, oil paints and painting pastels), and pencils, brushes of all shape, size and texture. There were oil based color pencils, regular color pencils. There were so much tools and supplies, but these were the things she was going to use today. For today’s lesson she was going to start off simple, something easy for them, then shift into tougher stuff later on. Rosabella just finished putting supplies out on each station when the first student arrived; she glanced at the clock then at the student and smiled. “Ciao (hello), please pick an easel.”
With another deep breath Rosabella pushed opened the door of her classroom, thankfully no one had arrived no early arrivers looking to impress the new teacher. Rosabella took a look around the room before moving in further. Nice size room that would properly fit twenty kids, three windows facing the front of school, enough easels, pottery station, lots of art supplies and even a case to display the students pieces. Everything she’d need for the class was there, she also had a small desk and the latest desktop, she knew the schools would be out of date so she bought one, with the permission of the principle it’s not like she didn’t have the money. Rosabella was an heiress, million dollar heiress, at least that’s how much her father’s company was. But you wouldn’t be able to tell if you saw her, she doesn’t throw money around unlike other rich people.
Rosabella moved over to one of the cabinets that kept the art supplies and unlocked it. She took enough canvases and placed one on each easel in the room. Then came the art supplies, paints (water color, oil paints and painting pastels), and pencils, brushes of all shape, size and texture. There were oil based color pencils, regular color pencils. There were so much tools and supplies, but these were the things she was going to use today. For today’s lesson she was going to start off simple, something easy for them, then shift into tougher stuff later on. Rosabella just finished putting supplies out on each station when the first student arrived; she glanced at the clock then at the student and smiled. “Ciao (hello), please pick an easel.”
, am i speaking english.
[/size][/font]or is this just a deathwish?
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