Name: Rosalie or Rose
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: She has thick fiery-red wavy hair that reaches her shoulder blades, it is usually tied back into a ponytail or braid at the nape of her neck. Rarely does she ever take her hair down. Rosalie has eyes that are an evergreen that fades to a lighter brown around the pupil. Her ears are slightly misshapen and Rose is partially deaf. The freckles across her nose that she has gained from working out in the sun make her appear younger than she truly is, and her skin has taken on a light pinkish color. She stands about 5'6'' but weighs an astonishing small amount (for her size) of only 98 pounds. Rose is a bit lanky and her limbs are slim and frail. She wears tattered clothing and sandals that are a few sizes too small.
Personality: Rose has often been described as nothing more than silent and mysterious since she does not socialize with any of the other captors. Rosalie would not ever be the first to try something and was not one to ever step outside of rule boundaries. She is obedient, doesn't question anything, and usually getting her work done for the day. But after the murder, Rosalie had a small but better outlook on life.
History: Being born into slavery, Rosalie has known no other life, or of happiness. Her mother had passed away while giving birth to her, and Rose's older brother, her only friend, was left to care for her. On her tenth birthday she was sold away to a young land owner. He was angry and harsh with his slaves, a merciless whip always by his side. Rose was purchased by him because he was lonely, and she was used for his own pleasure. At first, when she was viscously stripped of her clothes, Rose didn't know what to think. Her mind went blank, but she knew better than to fight him off if she didn't want to get beaten.
By age thirteen, after countless restless nights and having to try and avoid the ever-wandering eyes and hands of not only the owner but the overseer and other enslaved men, Rose started to lose the will to live. Thoughts of suicide passed like ripples of waves through her mind. First, it was a mere passing thought after another traumatizing night. Then, as she had no one to talk to, no one to understand what was going on in her head, the tiny thought started to grow. After a week of pondering on just this, Rose decided she had had enough. Often thought of as the only slave that didn't have the backbone to try and escape, she had little to no one watching after her. But she was determined to prove them wrong. Suicide thoughts quickly turned to plans of revenge and escape.
One evening, when she was supposed to meet the owner in his room for one of his rendezvous, Rose brought something other than herself. Earlier that day while cleaning dishes, she slipped a knife into her pocket, and carried it around all day. Nobody could've seen what Rose, simple, quiet, weak, stupid, Rosalie, was about to do. Adrenaline rushed through her as she pulled out the knife in the darkness. But the mans reaction was not what she had expected. He laughed. He was actually laughing at her. "You wouldn't dare," he told her. But didn't see the volcano of emotions erupting inside of her, and the rage burning in her fierce eyes. Rose attacked him, stabbing him numerous time across his chest, head and neck. Of course, the man put up a fight, but for the first time in her life Rosalie did not give up. When her owner finally stopped moving, Rose stood up, blood dripping from her hands and the knife. She swallowed hard, and her eyes widened as she heard footsteps coming close, but no one was supposed to disturb him until they saw Rose walk back out of the room hours later. But she was not going to get caught. Jumping out the window, she landed on the hard ground 2 stories below her, but miraculously only getting a twisted ankle.
Rosalie ran. She ran as fast and as long as her injured ankle would let her. Only when she knew she put a good distance did she collapse to the ground in a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. Little Rose ... had murdered someone, and now she would be forever on the run. Forever, until she found that place of refuge that she had seen all others talking about, this time there is no giving up.
Other: Since no human speaks to Rose, she found someone to talk to- a small field mouse she found and keeps in her pocket. She shares her small amount of food with her mouse, Milo, and she takes him everywhere. Rosalie believes Milo is the only one that understands her.
Current Health: From constant beating the side of her head, Rosalie has lost almost all power of hearing. When she can't hear the word's of the speaker she has taught herself how to read their lips. She is scarred and bruised, and always seems to have a severe cough. Rose walks with a slight limp from a swollen and sprained ankle. She has not been that mentally stable after the murder.
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Name:
Aristotle
[Ares]
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance:
Silky, soft, cornflower hair falls in untamed locks over his eyes. His mother was the most beautiful of the female slaves, and his father the strongest. It provided such a great mix of child. He was beautiful and very, very easy on the eyes. His own, a brimming, sunset brown could make his master/mistress lost. His frame was quite one to be envious of. He was incredibly strong, just like his father, but few muscles showed passed his flesh, not making him ugly-looking in anyway. The only true muscles, one desired by all of his oppressors, was his abs. He has a beautiful six pack, and he's proud of it. His constant, undying beauty made those around him want him more and more. Yet, as flawless as he sounds, he has plenty of flaws. His back is raked with scars from whips, and he has been branded along his lower stomach/pelvis region. But passed the gorgeous orbs, was great pain. Such agony no one could see, until it was too late...
Personality:
Ares isn't at all what his appearance makes him out to be. One would think he was cold, stuck up, and only interested in himself. He's none of the sort. He may be distant, and quiet, almost anti-social, but he would never act coldly to someone who does not deserve such treatment. He's incredibly sincere, not wanting to hurt anyone, but taking all the pain in the process. His heart is warm, filled with love for those who befriend him, and pain for what he's been through. His entire soul, mind, and body work through a common connection, his pain and his ability to surpass such agonizing thoughts. He always befriends those who need a shoulder to cry on, making him popular amongst the other slaves. At auctions, if he saw someone getting beaten, he would cause such a commotion that the attention would drift to him, and he would receive such a beating instead. He's willing to juggle the pain for anyone, whether he knows them or not. He would rather feel the agony of the whip himself than watch a mere child receive it. When he feels something is being unjust, he'll step in and try to stop it, no matter what may happen. He is a favorite amongst people, making his beatings far less harsh. Due to past memories, he is terrified of the sound of thunder and lightning. He will push away his fear if he needs to, but if not he finds it much more settling to close his eyes and cry in a corner. He also cannot stand the sight of blood, need it be his or someone else's. His dream is shared with those he travels with. He dreams of someday reaching Crystallized Miracles, and someday coming back to lead others to the sacred land.
History:
I'll reveal the first-half of this in the RPG, since he has constant flashbacks.
Under the light of a full moon, Ares slipped from his master's bed chambers. He dressed in a cloak, donning his head with a hood. He had gained the trust of his slave companions, one whom he could not bear to leave in bondage there. They snuck him out, hoping that he would someday come back for them. Giving a kiss to one slave in particular, he departed, running into the night. The full moon was cloaked behind a large cloud, as if shielding him from other eyes. However, luck was not on his side. as he raced through the night, the dogs awoke. They could smell the slave nearby, not in the house where he belonged. They began to bark, tugging on their chains with jowels wide and snapping. It alerted the guards of the lordships mansion. When the master awoke, he looked out to find his precious slave gone, for there was no body beside him for him to comfort during the night. He sent out the soldiers to bring Ares back alive. Little did the master know it, but he was in love with the blonde-haired boy. He could not bear to see him dead. The hounds were let loose, and tore after the boy's scent hungrily. Ares managed to find a river, and knew by what his mother had said that animals lost their sense of small in water. He dove into the river, not knowing that the current was far too strong for him to swim. He was swept away, his scent coming to a dead stop by the strong current. The dogs sniffed at the river's side, and the guards stared in dismay at what they figured. The boy had jumped into the water, and drowned.. They knew the young lord would be heartbroken, and he was as they told him the news. However, it was not the lord he was trying to escape, but the future that faced him. He knew that every slave would be slaughtered someday, and had gone to free, not only himself, but the others as well. Ares resurfaced just as dawn was breaking. He pulled himself out of the water, panting with exhaustion and falling onto his breast. He could barely move on, but a nagging at the back of his mind forced him to. With the help of a kind, elderly woman, he found his way to a small fugitive camp. There, he learned of the group that was seeking Crystallized Miracles, and agreed to join them.
Other:
He wears his slave collar still. It reminds him of his vow to his friends, and how he promises to free them all.
Current Health:
Poor. He has fallen very ill with a strange sickness, and his cuts and bruises have not yet healed. He also has a cancerous disease in his side, making his skin rot slightly. He is incredibly sick, but doesn't show it. He has the strength of any normal person, but inside he knows he needs to find medicine or else he will die.