Rosenrot

Rose

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  Name at Birth: Aimée Thérèse Rosalie d'Arpajon
  Pronunciation: E-may Tere-ace Rose-a-lee D-Are-pa-zhon
  Given Name: Rose
  Alias: Rosenrot
  
  Date of Birth: July 17, 1776
  Date of Death: October 16, 1794
  Age at Death: 18
  
  Nation of Birth: France
  Status at Death: Nobility; daughter of a Vicomte, wife of a Marquis.
  
  Species: Human
  Sub-Species: Vampire
  Gender: Female
  
  Eye Color: Ocean blue, give off a light glow.
  Hair Color, Natural: Brunette. Dyed green and turquoise.
  Height: 5'4"
  Weight: 100 lb.
  Body Type: Slender, seeming very frail and fragile.
  Skin: Very pale, smooth, and without blemish.
  Scars: Rough scarring on right side of throat, looks like an animal attack.
  Tattoos: Line from lip to jaw line, three dots on forehead. Filigree design over entire back.

• Physical Description

  She was short, not much over five feet. Her hair was a bright greenish-yellow at the roots, quickly fading into an equally neon turquoise. Chin-length on the right side and cut close on the left, except for a little tuft in front of her ear. Said ear bore a complicated twist of metal that curled from lobe to tip, with a little silver bauble hanging off of a thin chain. Skin porcelain-pale and unblemished save for the facial tattoos - a stripe from her lower lip to her jaw line, and three dots up her forehead, a jagged bite-scar on the right side of her neck, and the stylized tattoo that took up her entire back. She had full lips designed to pout, vibrant cobalt eyes and a body to die for, further sculpted by the underbust corset that hugged her torso. A bikini top kept her modest enough under her coat, which was almost military and loosely clasped with chains. A leather pouch rode on her right hip, secured with straps and guarded viciously. Form-fitting pants tucked into spike-heeled boots that laced to the knee and folded over completed the look. Clothing forever monochromatic, you would never catch her wearing anything brighter than black.

• Personality Notes

  The aristocratic attitude of her upbringing had never faded over the years, the feeling of superiority over most still strong as ever. She appeared cold with even the closest of company, a wall thrown up to avoid being hurt as she'd seen too many around her die to feel secure in carrying friends.
  Following the blackout of her past, she disdains killing, finding it difficult to take the last drop of life from a victim, almost seeking atonement for her sins.
  Despite being living proof of that a god shouldn't exist, she holds onto religion as a relic of her past, much like the treasured items she carries on her person.
  She is known to turn on the charm, well versed in being a courtier, when hunting, easily falling into the role of a frail creature in need of assistance, preferring men as prey, they being more susceptible to her act.
  Her sense of humor had been buried, though she had been known to smile on occasion.

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