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Post by Rosalie Ava Girard on Mar 3, 2019 2:09:25 GMT
ROSALIE GIRARD
the basics
full name ♦ Rosalie Ava Girard nicknames ♦ Rose age ♦ Twenty-six birthday ♦ December 20th, 1992 occupation ♦ Science teacher at Phalanx House school ♦ Phalanx House species ♦ Skinwalker ability/power ♦ n/a how the ability works ♦ Rosalie can change her appearance at will, shifting her facial features to literally become someone else. In the beginning, this is not something that she had a lot of control over, and it seemed to be something that happened when she came under high stress. During those times, she tends to change into the last person that she saw, or her hair color will shift wildly and without much control. In order for her to focus in on any one different form, it requires effort, and there are still times when she can’t maintain it for longer than a few minutes at a time.
The side effect of her ability depends on what she’s doing. If she’s changing her hair or eye color, for example, that’s something that she can do for multiple hours without taking a break and with minimal side effects, though she does feel a bit more fatigue by the end of the day. If she’s undergoing a much more intense change, and changing completely into someone else, she can maintain it for an hour or two before she starts to get massive migraine headaches, and become incredibly confused. After maintaining a major transformation for several hours, she has to sleep and reset, though she has a lot of difficulty actually remembering what she looks like. It’s as if her memory and her sense of self completely disappear, and she will often shift in her sleep until the right form seems to pop up on its own.
Rosalie also must have seen the person that she is changing into. She can’t just turn into someone by hearing about who they are. The closest that she can get is if she sees a drawing of them, but even then there are parts of it that will be wrong, particularly the voice. In order for her to mimic someone’s voice, she has to have heard them speak, and if she hasn’t, then her voice will sound like her own, or the closest approximation to how she thinks they should sound. All in all, changing her voice is a very conscious process, and can cause her major discomfort, so it’s not something that she likes to do without a reason to do it. gender ♦ Cisgender female | She, her, hers sexuality ♦ bisexual
the appearance
face claim ♦ Emilia Clarke height and weight ♦ 5’2” | 115 lbs. identifying features ♦ Her smile. Easily seen due to her penchant for red lipstick, it's a smile that can light up a room, when she puts the effort behind it. Aside from that, she has a smattering of freckles over her face, across the bridge of her nose and over her cheekbones. She also has a smattering of scars all over her back that she won’t talk about. overall appearance ♦ What Rosalie lacks in height, she makes up for with attitude, and this is present in her style. A short woman, clocking in at only 5’2”, with brunette hair was always bound to be overlooked, but between the red lipstick, the daring fashion choices, and the sharp glimmer in her green eyes that speaks of something darker, she’s the kind of person who gets noticed in a room. She’s relatively slim, though she neither has nor craves a thigh gap, and has plenty of curves that she loves to accentuate. She also has dark brown hair that she keeps in a variety of cuts, either long and down her back or shoulder length. However, she frequently changes between dark brown and light blonde.
Style-wise, she typically wears tighter clothing, preferring dark colored pants and lighter colored tops. She’s pretty simplistic, though when she’s teaching she will typically wear much different clothing, deferring to a business casual style. One thing that is consistently part of her casual outfits is her leather jacket, which is something that she’s had for years now.
the personality
likes ♦ -Music -Motorcycles -Books -Chemistry -Sweets -Cooking -Lavender dislikes ♦ -Commitment -Meat -Wool clothing -Romantic comedies -The smell of motor oil -Public speaking -Her past strengths ♦ -Chemistry -Kindhearted -Adaptable -Eidetic memory weaknesses ♦ -Dyslexia -Emotionally cold -Temperamental -Grey dreams ♦ -Travelling outside of the country. She's never really left Louisiana before, but instead of wanting to see her own country, she wants to experience the world. -Feeling safe. fears ♦ -Commitment. -Someone other than Ash finding out her origin. -Getting dragged back to Edgefield. overall personality ♦ Most people who look at Rosalie tend to believe that she’s a warm woman, one who is genuine and kind in any an all aspects of her life. Those people would be wrong. In fact, that’s something that she personally prides herself on. While she certainly isn’t mean-spirited, she has a tendency to come across as cool and reserved, and certainly doesn’t go out of her way to be nice or kill anybody with kindness. She is, in every sense of the word, blunt and does not mince her words, and she is of the personal opinion that sugar coating anything does more harm than good.
Rosalie is also incredibly closed off. Emotionally, she tends to hold just about everybody at an arm’s length, and typically won’t entertain the idea of anybody getting closer to her. This rule has only been broken once, and instead of her coming to terms with that, she broke up with him, because she couldn’t really handle it. She’s also definitely hiding a secret. Her past is something that only one other person in her daily life (outside of her family) really knows about, and that’s not something that is going to change very easily.
the history
father ♦ Hugo _____ Girard, 59, religious leader mother ♦ Juliette _____ Girard (nee Bennett), 44, homemaker siblings ♦ Camille _____ Girard, 25 Eva _____ Girard, 23 Clara _____ Girard, 21 Madeleine _____ Girard, 20 Roxane _____ Girard, 19 Louis _____ Girard, 18 important people ♦ Astor Oliver Perona - She feels like she owes him a debt she can never repay. He gave her a way out of the life she was living, and she will do whatever she can for him. Grey Nicholas Baptiste - Her ex. She cares about him, and honestly that scares the hell out of her. hometown ♦ Edgefield, Louisiana overall history ♦ TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of childhood trauma, assault, and PTSD
Juliette Girard There was quite a shock when you turned into your mother for the first time. She was never someone you had felt a close connection with, regardless of the fact that biologically, she was your mother. At the House of the Eight, children were kept separate from the adults, raised by a select few, and any of them could have been your mother. You had seen her only twice that you could remember, once on your thirteenth birthday, and once the night that you ran away. She was the one who had lifted her hand to her lips, and ushered you past, giving you time to run before she raised the alarm that you were missing. As thankful as you were for that, she was the one who brought you into the world, who brought you and your siblings into the life that you were forced to live, one where you did backbreaking labor for one of the respected Eight, while the older men living in the house watched you in a way that made you feel dirty even at a young age. You blamed her for the people who had taken you into their homes, who covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream, even though you had learned not to a long time ago. She was the reason for the marks on your back, and the scars beneath the surface. That wasn’t something that she could atone for.
When you saw her face staring back at you in the mirror, you dropped what you were holding. You stared at it, paying no attention as the teacup you had been cradling shattered, not even flinching at the hot spray of tea that splashed against your foot. You stepped forward, stepping over the puddle until you were face-to-face with the mirror that held her reflection. You reeled back, and then forward, punching it until it shattered and you were reduced to a woman, curled up on the floor, sobbing as you held your hand to you and tried to push everything down. You didn’t explain the cuts to anybody, nor the mirror that disappeared from your room.
Grey Baptiste Turning into Grey was not something that you ever anticipated happening. You weren’t built like that, you didn’t get close to anybody because you had seen what happened when you did. You had opened up to one person at the House of the Eight, and that had ended up marks all along your back that you can never get rid of. The fact that your father was Head of the Eight meant nothing. But you found yourself opening up to him, finding your voice and talking to him in a way that you hadn’t talked to anybody in your entire life. When you had run away from the House of the Eight at eighteen, the night of your wedding, you told yourself you would rely on nobody. But Grey was there, and it seemed like all he had to do was smile at her and say her name and she was practically melting at his feet. He had managed to melt the ice that she had encased her heart in so long ago, had wiggled his way under her skin, and she found herself caring for him in a way that she never had cared for anybody.
The day that you turned into him was the day that you knew you loved him, that your caring for him went further than friendship. You knew that you would give up anything for him, including returning back to Edgefield and going back to the House of the Eight. That urgent desire to help him, to love him, scared the hell out of you, and you shattered his heart without giving him a reason why. It hurt like hell to let him go, but you felt like you had to; the alternative was getting hurt.
Dr. Lawrence Throughout your time at LSU, there was one professor that had stood out among the rest; her intro to chemistry professor, Dr. Bethany Lawrence. She was the one who directed you towards a chemistry major, she was the reason that you ultimately returned to Phalanx House with the intent to teach those who had been taken into the same home you had, because you had nowhere else to go. You owe her more than you can ever say, and you don’t even know how to articulate it because the entire time that you were there, so few people knew about the reality that had been your life for a number of years that you didn’t bother talking about it at all. In fact, there was only one person that knew, and that was the person that you trusted with that knowledge the second you stepped into Phalanx House. You hold Astor in as high of a regard as you hold Dr. Lawrence, though she never knew your story.
She never knew that you borrowed her face once, when you thought that you saw a familiar face from your now-shadowy days spent at the House of the Eight. If she did know, you supposed that she wouldn’t really have a hard time with it… if she could wrap her mind around the fact that something so obviously outside the realm of science that they both knew and loved existed in a person. It’s the same disbelief that you have sometimes, especially when you’ve been sitting in someone else’s face for way too long.
A Stranger You don’t have a name for her, but she’s the raven haired woman with a cold stare that you became for the first few weeks before you got found by a guy with a kickass bike who had heard that you had an uncanny ability to change your face. She was the kind of woman that nobody made eye contact with when she was walking down the street, and that was what you wanted. When you wore her face, you felt the confidence that the woman it actually belonged to must have felt, you felt like you were strong and could do anything. You owed her a lot, and you never even found out her name.
