Post by roaman on Jul 22, 2010 19:17:55 GMT -5
Rosalie ! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Rosie Rhae and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM me.
Ktxbi.
They call me Rosie Rhae and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM me.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Rosalie Rhae Sandell
But Everyone Calls Me Rosie or just Rosalie
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am willing to do anything for money
Ive Been Told I Look Like Mena Suvari
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'5
And I Weigh 98
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced A heart for my love on my inner left wrist
They always say I look like Appearance is a priority to Rosalie. Who can say no to a pretty face and skinny figure? Long battling eating disorders, joins are only held together by the skin encasing them. Ribs mark her sides, hollows can sometimes be seen instead of eyes. At night, shes a ghost, pale skin, uneasily darkened, shines, highlighting even paler blue eyes.
However, expertly applied makeup and perfectly fitting clothing masks her story, highlighting all the positive features, making her shine. What once was virgin hair be long gone, attacked by chemicals, molded into the ideal layers of light blond floating around her face.
Always clothed in the most flattering of threads possible, her style is that of any class A beauty. However, lack of funds results in wear and tear on many of her clothes. None the less, you can not help but to stare. Her style is her own, often practical barn clothes with a stylish, chic look. Appearance is one of the only things Rosalie has in her possession, and she guards it with all she can.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Despite her physical apperance Rosalie is able to lend a hand to thoughs who need it. But it may take some convincing.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore beauty, horses, swimming
I Abhor judgmental people, winter
I Rock ability to fight through it all
I Suck trust to much
I Do twirls her hair
I Want be succesful, and build up from what was not a very strong foundation
I Fear the dark, the unkown
I Shut up If she told you it wouldn't be a secret
I am When people think Rosalie Rhae Sandell, the first thoughts are usually about her appearance. However, deep down there are thoughts about the wise, brave, strong girl who lies beneath the beauty. A rough beginning has put experience into her young heart, and helps guide her through her decisions.
Some say shes a witch, others say shes an angel. It depends on what you have experienced with her. When things turn defensive, the witch turns on. But as long as things stay neutral, she is open and calm. Her ability to often see both sides fairly helps her remain peaceful in tough situations, but occasionally an overreaction cannot be stopped.
Overall, if you don't hurt her she wont hurt you. Often times trust is not an issue, seeing as Rosie believes in everyone and everything until proven otherwise. This often result in pain and loss, but none the less she believes time and time again.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Unknown. Various foster homes as far back as can be remembered.
I Share My Dna With No one that is known, but is close with an older brother like figure, who is always there for her
I Come From West Virginia
But I Live Here Now Have not moved far
This Is Who I was Born in the more southern part of West Virginia, she was an unwanted child. Fed into the foster care system anonymously, her ADHD made her a difficult child to rear. Moving from her first home at the young age of two for unknown reasons, Rosie moved into her next home, where she would stay for 7 years. This home is where her first introduction to horses was made. Her older foster brother, Kent, was an enthusiast, and the enthusiasm spread. Lessons started, but when her foster father died of lung cancer, Rosie moved on to another house.
Contact was kept with Kent, but troubles soon grew in size. Her new parents were abusive, both psychologically and physically. Her desires to always be pretty so she would have a 'worth' started here. Her love of horses never faltered but was not encouraged. However, riding lessons found a way, working off lessons at the ripe age of 9. After 2 years social services rescued the scarred girl, but barely just in time.
At the age of 11, Rosie moved into what would be 13 months of hell. Though memories from these three years are often repressed, they still exist. Her foster father, whose name is never thought in Rosalie's mind, molested and raped her 13 year old foster sister, Jenna. The plan was to wait until Rosie, the gorgeous prize, hit puberty, and to let her mature more before doign the same to her. However, Jenna would never let that happen. Finally, after 13 months, Rosie and her sister ran away. Suicide was the only escape for her Jenna. This regret lives deep within her heart.
After several more foster houses, not one enjoyable after those 13 months, Rosie ran away at the age of 16, to stand on her on two feet for good. She continued taking riding lessons, working them off, and even doing a little extra for some cash here and there. Her own horse has always been her most burning desire, but has yet to be fulfilled.
Moving into a shabby apartment in the bad part of town, Rosalie got a job at the local McDonald's. However, this arrangement lasted only shortly. Desperate for work, Rosalie turned to the stripper business. A dirty and disgusting line of work, it paid the bills, and her obsessive looks made her popular. As soon as it was possible, Rosalie moved on to find another job, getting one at a local department store, and searching the horse world for more opportunities. Schooling from age 16 on was all what she could do for herself, but don't underestimate her. She is smart.
This Is Who I am older and alittle bit wiser
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust strait
I Love strength, honesty
I Loathe obusiveness
Maybe I loved a guy from teh bar here and there, mostly one night stands
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome The Journey
The bag was packed, sitting there on the cleanly made bed. Thoughts swirled through Rosalie's head, familiar, routine. A sigh escaped perfectly glossed lips. There was no hope for her. Crossing the room in her perfect black stilettos, feelings of regret swirled inside her broken heart. Leaving meant she would have to leave this barn. She liked it there. It was probably the best she had been to so far. This thought was quickly dispelled with a slight hmf.
Perfectly manicured and moisturized hands extended towards the bag. This was itOnce that bag was in her hands there was no turning back. Elegant digits enclosed the strap and it swung heavily onto her shoulder. All her possessions were in this indiscreet navy blue back pack. The current "family" was out watching their child play football, so the coast was more than clear. Out the door, down the side walk, she was on her way.
Shoes clacking against the pavement, short black and white dress swishing around her upper thighs, hair tucked into her favourite messy bun, she knew she was quite the sight. Swinging her hips as she always does, long legs extended one in front of the other, she was flirting with the invisible desire. She knew she could have any man she wanted. But were there any she wanted?
Steel blue eyes scanned her surroundings. The bus station was only a little farther on now. She was far from the unloving house. She was clear. Money for a bus ticket was minimal, but if the ticket tender was male, perhaps she could convince him down. She was after all dressed in the perfect outfit, with the low cut v neck top, and the short hemline, and the way her dress clung to her hips she felt like she could get whatever she wanted. But that was what bothered her. She did not want to get everything. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. A normal family, normal way of getting things, normal life. Normal. Just a dream.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
