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[Name] Roserain
[Age] 23
[Gender] female
[Height/Physical Appearance] Height: 5’3” Weight: she’d never tell.
Red eyes and multicolored hair, the roots being bluish green fading into a mauve-ish red. Rose, although small, has a very curved figure. Maybe not quite as athletic as she once was, but still a very strong build to offset her quiet spoken personality. Despite this, she tries to look feminine, wearing skirts, dresses or kimonos in preference to clothes that would actually suit her lifestyle. She will wear shorts though, while working around the house and such. Tanned skin from working outside, but not crispy dark, and always wears the blue choker around her neck.
[Occupation] Rose had went to college to become a vet, but dropped out. It wasn’t necessarily too hard, it was the way that creatures seemed to be regarded as something lower than humans, and it drove her nuts. The superiority complex of the people in, and teaching, her classes drove her out to find something more suited to her tastes. Now she works as a freelance writer, writing disclaimers for this, or ads for that. Sometimes she’ll get commissioned to write short story pieces, or a bit for the papers. On the side of that, her home is nearly self-supporting, and what extra she grows, she’ll often sell if she can. Once in awhile people will come to her with injured pets or creatures. She has a very basic understanding of medical healing. Most of the time she recommends them take their loved ones to an actual vet, but for those she does help they sometimes repay her (though she doesn’t ask for it).
[Strengths/Skills] Stronger than you would pin the average female to be, but more from the willpower to do things rather than actual muscle. Very generous, kind, and slow to anger. A bit of medical ability, as well as gardening. Loves to try and cook, has some proficiency with that. Her hearing is slightly better (to make up for her eyesight being slightly worse XD)
[Weaknesses] Very bad with electronics and men; doesn’t handle stress well and tends to take everything personally. Her eyesight is a bit hampered, and she’s very bothered by that. Is skittish around males, and is always looking for the injury in everything. Tends to run from problems rather than try and solve them.
[Personality] Roserain is high energy. Everything she does is high energy. She almost seems frantic with her lifestyle, dashing from here to there, constantly twitching. Even when she slows down her thoughts are still flying. She still tries to find some peace where she can, but it’s almost like without something broken to fix, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.
[Brief history/background]
Roserain found love at a young age, and set off with her lover (Sedai) to make something of themselves. Together they bought about an acre of rundown farmland and fixed it up over the course of a few years. Their relationship disintegrated, and he left. She left soon after, leaving VI in the care of GenTech once more. She wandered around in a mental haze for the better part of a year before finding herself and returning. She is currently working on trying to improve the house and rebuild her relationship with VI.

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For more information on Roserain, a link will be up shortly.

The chill of metal pressed against his form did little to stir him. What was the point of movement? No matter where he should settle down behind these gray bars, the coldness would still be there. Perhaps it would even be a part of him.
Somewhere down the narrow room a staccato click resounded, soon followed by the creaking hinge and clank of the door crashing against the metallic wall; all this announcing the unlocking of a cage… a new day. The warmth of the sun was unknown here… there was no night, no dawn… no break from the dark. It was all the same…. Always the same…
A muffled yowl shuddered through the sterile chambers; disturbing a dread within VI he wished would die. Shifting uncomfortably, his ears pricked as the echo of the door being closed hit a note that buried itself inside him. He leaned a bit harder into the corner, repressing the memories that drowned him in agony. There was no escape from here… no hope… no longer a reason to struggle. Maybe one of these injections would be his last… maybe his next breath would be his last…
Another click; another cry. He closed his eyes against the noise. Another prisoner to life.
Each turn of the cycle brought the noises closer to him. Until finally they were at the pen next to his own. Another click, another cry… but not a Layhr’s one this time. Violent words spewed from a human’s mouth, apparently in pain. Footfalls that scurried away were the indications of his leaving. Perhaps a mouthful of teeth had been the first to meet his fingertips as he reached into that cage… or perhaps claws raking over his arm…
But the attacker was paying for it heavily. Screams of misery rattled next to him, thrashing and muffled voices as the white coats worked to subdue the fiery Layhr. Finally it was over, and there was another slam. A shadow draped his light suddenly, and he knew his time had come. Another click, and something inside him curled up… shrinking away from the cloth and hand that drew near. Yet he himself did not move. There had been a time when he would’ve fought, like the one to his side had done; and long before that he recalled believing he was ill, and this was the means by which to get better… that this was the help he needed.
Those feelings had come and gone, leaving in their place an empty numb that consumed him quicker than any of these tests ever could. He felt the filthy cloth being shoved against his jaws, a meager attempt at restraining him; if he had the will to push it aside anyway. As it was he gave in quietly, he would not give them the satisfaction of another cry, at least, as the sharp jab met the soft flesh right above the collarbone. Instinctually he pulled away, nearly whimpering with the biting sting. Hands grasped him and dragged him closer, finishing the dose within the syringe. Withdrawing the needle from his sore neck and leaving him to sink to the floor, they took the cloth, and stepped back. His breath, increasing with the rate of his heart, started to burn coldly in the back of his throat. He felt hot and itchy, this fire spreading from muscle to muscle; setting his veins to twist and pull upon themselves… he cringed and cowered as if to escape his own body. Resigning himself to his corner again, his tail twitching, as well as the fin upon his back, as if the webbed filament had been constructed of red coal; he whimpered to himself as the door was closed with a crash that resounded in his skull.
Another prisoner to life.



Old Role Plays

- With Yakobi's XXIX and XXIII -status- Not Found
Synopsis - VI is angered by XXIX's treatment of XXIII and vows to kick the "pink skunk's" tail when he is older.
-With WyvernScale's XXVIII - status- Not Found
Synopsis - VI has an amusing encounter with the firestarter, and is both fascinated and afraid.

Other RPs are currently Not Found and Forgotten. >.< Oops.


*Note: With the start of the new Layhr thread, old RPs were wiped.

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