Name
"Why would I give my name out? It's part of the mystery."
Rosette Mashay.
Nickname
"Nicknames always are cute, whether they be dirty or childish."
Rosie, Rose.
Gender
"Hm.. what a shame. I guess you're not looking at my boobs."
Female.
Sexual Orientation
"I swing whatever way you do, honey."
Bisexual.
Age
"I'm only the age of twenty."
110+, however her physical age is only 20ish.
Height
"I'm tall.. if you're five.. "
5'5.
Element
"My element is a thorn in your side. Ha! Get it? Thorn? Roses? Oh dear lord, I crack myself up."
Plant/Earth manipulation.
Weapon
"My weapons? I find no use for them."
Rosette relies generally on her magical abilities in battle, however when needed, so does have a various amount of weapons at her disposal. The one she happens to be the most fond of would be a long, curved blade.
Appearance
"I make men want me and woman want to be me."
Rosette has long, somewhat wavy light pink hair that falls just above her hips. Her eyes are a shocking lilac blue shade, that seem to catch whatever light is reflected into them. Rosette's general wear is usually anything that's sort of revealing, usually some sort of light colored short dress. She likes to wear flowers, real or fake, in her hair, but they usually just fall out anyways without the proper clips. She's usually barefoot, she doesn't care much for shoes, she prefers the feeling of grass on her feet. She has fair skin, pale, almost porcelain, and thin pink lips. She looks innocent and sweet, that is until she smirks and all her true intentions are shown.
Personality
"I'm just a doll."
Rosette is the very dedefinitionf vain. She is constantly running fingers through her hair, or leaning forward seductively. She's very flirtatious, and manipulative, she shouldn't be trusted. She's vain and selfish, merciless, and doesn't care much for people who do not fall for her ways. Her voice is like silk, and her smile is like poison, her words alone have gotten her out of trouble on numerous occasions. She can flirt her way out of any situation, and she doesn't mind getting a little frisky if she needs to. She's a great liar, manipulative, and will do whatever she pleases when she pleases to do so. She's can turn from flirtatious to innocent in three point five seconds, do not make her angry, she can turn the tables so quickly that you wouldn't even know what happened. Do not get on her bad side, she can make your life a living hell if she really wanted to.
History
"Wiccan runs in my blood, I suppose."
She was born human, as most witches are. It was just her, her mother, and her twin sister. They had a relatively okay life, other than the fact they didn't have a dime to their name. But they were happy, nonetheless. Rosette and her sister, Ruby, were close, almost inseparable. They did everything together, looked the same, talked the same, everything. It was almost like your stereotypical twins, almost scary. They were happy, playful, a wonderful life. Until, one night, there was screaming outside her house. Chanting, almost. A glow seeped through the windows, at first, she thought they were lanterns, but no, the glow was too fierce. It was fire, raging outside her house. An angry mob, screaming, outside. She ran out of bed, seeing her mother looking out the window. She looked horrified, panicked, Rosette and Ruby didn't know what was happening. Despite the panic in her eyes, her voice was calm. Rosette can still picture it like it was yesterday. Her mother's smile, the tears rushing down her cheeks. "Run out the back door, run, and never look back. No matter what you hear, or what you see, run." And that they did. Rosette took Ruby's hand, and they ran out the back door, Rosette looking over her shoulder in time to see her mother being dragged out of the house. "Witch! Whore! Sinner!" they screamed, tying her mother down. She could only watch in horror as her mother being tied at the stake and burned. At the time, they hadn't understood what was happening. Years later, they had discovered why their mother was executed. The twins decided to avenge their mother, and began using witchcraft as well. They became stronger and stronger, and began to use their power for bad rather than god. They were young, too young for that kind of power, too irresponsible. They were careless. Eventually, they were hunted down by a group of hunters, cornered. They managed to get a hold of Ruby, despite their various efforts. Ruby was pinned to the ground, a sword stabbed through the stomach. Rosette could only scream her name in horror, before the hunters turned on her. She barely escaped that night, getting a various amount of damage. She barely survived it, and has been extremely cautious of hunters ever since.
Mark
"A mark says a lot about a gal."
A single, thorny red rose.
Familiar
"I walk the road alone."
She has no familiar.
(Open for any familiars.)
