ST. CLOUD, Rosie

[Anneliese Rosalie St. Cloud]

Annalise&&Rosalie&&
Darling&&Moore&&St.Cloud
{one && two && three}

••FRONT FACE••

(Auditions) Character
Name: Annaliese Rosalie Darling Moore St.Cloud

Annalise; a name meaning "graced with God's bounty" and the adoptive name taken upon being welcomed into the St. Cloud home.

Rosalie; a name of French origin meaning "rose garden" and the birth name of Miss. Annalise St. Cloud.

Moore; the birth surname of Annalise Rosalie

St. Cloud; the surname taken on upon adoption

Nicknames: Rosie; by one and all.
Gender: female
Age: 18
Trade: unemployed;
Class: Aristocratic Upper Class
Face Claim: judy garland
Canon/Original: original

••CASE FILES••

(Physical Attributes)
Rosie is a terrible liar for one reason amoung all others in this world. Simply, her eyes are unable to hold them for any longer than a few mere seconds. In exchange for this inability, they are exceedingly expressive to the point where Rosie resents them a tad at certain times because everything she is feeling can be read through the glistening cerulean orbs.

Rosie’s hair takes up a fairly decent amount of her attention each morning. Perfectly straight and lovely, her mahogany tresses are often associated with pieces of silk finely woven into a head piece for royalty. Theses locks of silken linen often reach her shoulders and brush just past her chin in layers. The fringe in front of her eyes often bounces around while riding but they are usually tucked behind her right ear. The straightened state it is so often in also changes when Rosie decides to go somewhere aside form the barn. A place of sophistication, one might say. Then she curls it and makes beautiful little ringlets that cascade beautifully and frame her face with a certain level of elegance. The process is often time consuming and patience trying so it is not often that Rosie does this. When around the barn though, her mahogany locks are often in a high ponytail or a loose side braid that hangs over her right shoulder. In all, Rosie’s hair is something she values and if ever molested in any way, she will have a few words in retort to snap.

Rosie's nose is simple and small in its general alignment with her face. Defined and fairly not a thing one notices when looking at her, Rosie doesn't pay much attention to the place where her olfactory senses rotate around.

Rosie's mouth is another matter all to the fullest extent a part of her. This defined feature on her pale visage is a thing of true beauty on its own apart from anything else. The gentle way her lips part even in the most maddening of situations and the words that can so easily seep out of them to stab or console are things that all in one relate to her mouth. This is a part of Rosie that she cannot comment upon for the fear of letting something escape her mind that should not.

Rosie is a fair skinned young woman who tans easily in the sun. In the slightest time spent under the malicious UV rays from the sky orb and she will turn a light shade of what some might consider an American Indian skin tone.

Height is a thing of distaste in Rosie's mind and forever shall hold a hated place in the box that sits in the back burner of her mind. Standing only at five foot two inches, Rosie is a petite young woman with a nasty aversion to tall spaces or things out of her reach. Hating to ask for help at all times in the matter of height, Rosie would rather climb multiple ladders to reach whatever it is she is trying to acquire. Exercise also has not improved her condition in the way Rosie would have hoped. Perhaps she grew and inch or so but riding daily from a young age didn't give her that extra five to seven inches she wished she could somehow acquire. The only consolation she can find to this height impediment is that men often prefer a short woman with heels to a tall woman in flats. She hates to think it might be due to the fact that they are closer to the ground.

Rosie has nothing particularly outstanding to her name in terms of beauty aside from the melodic way her voice often sounds when she reads aloud. The pitch of her voice is a soprano ringing bell but her laugh is the true harmony of Rosie's person. She often does wear small studs while riding and only changes them to elaborate dangles at times where they and her curls are called for.

••TRIFLES••

likes;
- Music
"The ultimate of my life. The thing I revert to upon times of all emotions. Hardship, glee and overwhelming desires too private to reveal to anyone else."
- Jumping
"My vitality. The freedom expressed in words as fleeting as a sentence composed of only a period. The only thing I value more than life itself."
- Eventing
"The second of my freedoms. Something again so expressive of m being it would be vain to describe."
- Teaching in Lessons
"One of the things I prefer to do aside form riding. To share the knowledge I have gathered and continue to gather through my life and pass it on to those still in their early youth."
- Roses
- Humor
"One of the qualities I value in others. The namelessness of the ability to create human happiness."
- Irony
"The most interesting aspect in literature ever devised."
- Peppermint
"The way to my heart. The tangy taste of this holiday candy is enough to send me into a world all my own. Mixed with Dark Chocolate and you will forever hold a place in my heart."
- Silence/Quiet
"The serenity and peaceful lull of solitude could easily replace a crowd of loud people and I would be equally as blissful if not more."
- Wind Chimes
"The gentle sound of this decoration is a thing to be valued and appreciated. It can create and add to the most beautiful scenes in the world."
- Coffee with Caramel
"The second of my guilty pleasures. The warmth of this beverage in the morning is enough to put one in a state of eternal alertness."
- William Shakespeare
"The best author to ever have touched an instrument of writing. His works have gone down through the ages and touched the hearts of millions. Nothing could ever replace the significance I hold with this poet and novelist."
- Dark Chocolate
"The ultimate of my guilty pleasures. Enough has been said."
dislikes;
- idiots who don’t care for their horses
"If one does not wish to care for such a magnificent creature then why even approach one?"
- people who abandon or abuse their horses
"Again, why should this even be happening?"
- Messes
- Bugs {spiders mostly}
"All things with more than the normal amount of legs - two or four - is considered in my mind a creepy crawl thing that does not value personal space!"
- Mucking out stalls
"A dreadful chore yet something that must be done either way."
- Lizards
"The vain of my existence."
- dirt
- arrogance
"People with flamboyance, arrogance and general showiness are not too much to my taste."
- unintelligence
weaknesses;
- not at all street smart
"I prefer to have my nose in a book rather than out and about learning to handle thugs."
- oblivious to the affections of others
"I often can't hide when I have a particular liking of someone. In the same way, I often can't tell when others do the same with me."
- difficult to speak with
"I am very shy so it's hard to get me talking freely but oddly people think I'm easy to approach. Should I be flattered?"
- can speak French fluently due to her birthplace
"I speak French at times when something needs to be uttered that is not so nice but it is sometimes caught and translated."
- easily offended
"I have the weakness of being easily offended or insulted by the most of trivial things. One of which is height teasing."
strengths;
- book smart
"I prefer to have my nose in a book rather than out and about learning to handle thugs."
- obvious with her affections
"I often can't hide when I have a particular liking of someone. In the same way, I often can't tell when others do the same with me."
- Easy to approach
"I am very shy so it's hard to get me talking freely but oddly people think I'm easy to approach. Should I be flattered?"
- can speak French fluently due to her birthplace
"I speak French at times when something needs to be uttered that is not so nice but it is sometimes caught and translated."
- easily forgiving
"Nobody has ever done anything to the point where I cannot find it in my heart to forgive them."
fears;
- the dark
"Who knows what can happen! Many things have occurred in dark eerie areas!"
- the future
"Don't think me childish but things that loom unknown to me that might in some way affect me are frightening."
- storms
"Loud noises from the unknown are not things I like. I know they are caused by the speed of lightening but still - it is somewhat unknown to me!"
secrets;
- her love of 'the name' Peter
- daydreamer
"I often daydream at inappropriate times despite my age."
- aspiring writer
"I often write little things on my own and have a diary I hold dear but I never have let anyone read or know of any writings I've ever done."
- singer
"I love to sing but have never done it aloud. My voice is not something I find too enthralling through once my mother said she liked it."
- never been kissed
"No comments."
- the necklace
- Peter's adventure

(Personality)
Simplicity
Rosie is a very undemanding, easy type of girl to please usually. She often prefers simple things as opposed to pompous attitudes or flamboyance meant to attract attention. Often finding beauty in they unlikeliest of places, odd things discarded or considered rubbish will usually appeal to Rosie and can often be turned into something else; something that holds value in and of itself without being wasted in the bin.

Sense
Rosie is a very intuitive person despite being only eighteen. She can often tell right off the bat how someone is feeling through different methods though this is often attributed by others as numerous lucky guesses. They are often not; there have been beforehand many a person with intuitive senses though it is nothing extraordinary.

Naïve
Rosie can often be considered a very naïve girl when it comes to things with boys. She is often easily flustered and unable to say correctly exactly what it is she feels or she will come off seeming uncaring. This said, she is very quick witted and not one to be left behind in conversation nor one to be poked at without an expectant poke back. She is usually one of the easiest people to talk to about guys though due to her exceedingly confident demeanor and natural talent for listening to others. She has a generally flirty tendency and gets along well with boys but can’t often recognize when something is being presented unless it is done so on an obvious silver platter.

Sensitivity & Patience
Rosie is an exceptionally sensitive girl but at they same time exceedingly patient. She will go all out to save or help someone she cares about but it takes time for them to earn her complete trust. Many irksome things that bother or seem to poke Rosie in they side are let slide due to her patient, calm mask of cheerfulness as set in place but many things are likely to irk her. Almost never one to show in the truest form the level on which she’s been bothered, one must not be careless whilst around Rosie in thinking she is indifferent about the world.

Determination
In following with her sign, Rosie is not all but partially Taurus. She is cautious when making important decisions in her life, decisions about things that are vital to her security and the welfare of those she loves, and spends a long time on them. That said, she has amazing persistence and follows through on everything with excessive energy and rarely gives up on a task once she’s decided on it. Sometimes this ability to stick to her ideals turns to stubbornness and obstinacy. She will often refuse to accept another's opinions or suggestions, even though the advice is reasonable and the person offering it has nothing but good intentions.

Temper
Rosie has a wild, raging temper when provoked. She can go on for days and even weeks at a time holding a grudge just as hotly as the day you said something to initiate it. She has a quick tongue, and lashes out mercilessly if driven to the edge. This said again, she is hard to provoke to such a point and will often take several comments lightly or let several irksome things roll off before coming to the bursting point. Once near though, it is apparent to even the dullest of idiots. The only person who really can get a snippy response from her in a heartbeat would be Kale due to other reasons.

Shy
Sometimes, especially around large crowds, Rosie is a fairly shy girl and no matter what, she hates to brag about her accomplishments. Tending to find faults in herself and underestimating her own abilities in general, Rosie can be somewhat argumentative when it comes to praising herself. Obtrusive people are those, in her opinion, that insist upon forcing her accomplishments down her throat though often they become in-evasive.

Open-Minded
Rosie is a fairly open-minded person before a decision is made. She is willing to listen to both sides of a story and then make up her mind, but after that she will stick to whatever she says.

Bubbly
Once cracked open or befriended, Rosie is a very happy girl and easy to be around. She is one of those people you can tell anything to without the torment that she might disclose anything private to un-trusted ears. She is also quick to give praise to anyone the eighteen year old feels deserves it and will offer help at a moments glance. Aside from this, Rosie has a very bright personality with a bit of a stubborn streak that can be apparent once you get to know her. She is a very jovial person who loves to joke around and compete playfully with others. She can get very competitive though and will strive to do her best and only her best in any and every thing she does no matter how trivial. She prefers to stay neutral in disagreements between friends but tends to sway one way or the other despite having said that. Her cheerfulness and excitement is an aspect on which the girl needs to work though. Rosie can often become far too excited and is sometimes considered fairly immature because of it.

••EVIDENCE••

(History) Miss Annalise Rosalie Darling Moore St. Cloud was born an orphan in the streets of London in the year 1870 as simply Rosalie Moore. Her mother Jane, a sickly and struggling widower, worked part time as a maid but died shortly after Rosie turned five years old. In the few months after her mother’s death, before she was found and taken to an orphanage, Rosie lived on the streets with the aid of a young friend she’d made. Her friend was two whole years older than her and far more mature and had experiences she could only ever dream of - or so he claimed. For three full months Rosie lived as comfortably as she could with the help of her friend who managed to sneak food away from his own meager diner table and help her set her own. This went on daily, as a routine, and the two did everything together - sharing experiences only as two unnoticed, poor children could in the streets of London.

One day, October 3rd to be exact, the very same day her friend turned seven years old - Rosie was found by a young gentleman named James Henry St. Cloud. Mr. St. Cloud stumbled upon Rosie just as the young girl was rounding the corner of a shipyard in the middle of her game, hide and seek, as she was on the hunt for her friend. After being asked where her parents where and answering in the same fashion any five year old raised to have the sense of a seven year old would have, Rosie soon found herself being whisked away in the arms of a pitying gentleman. She asked where they were going and he’d only answered ‘to a place where she would have a home.’ Ever since that day Rosie never saw her friend again and tries never to think about the instance as feelings of heavy guilt over come her for the abandonment of her first and only true friend and guardian.

The place where she was taken by Mr. St. Cloud was none other than one of London’s most well known orphanages and that was where Rosie would come to spend the next six years of her life. Each day she would think about her friend and wait for him to come and find her all the while feeling guiltier than any five year old should have to bear but he never came. Over time, Rosie began to forget; she soon forgot his face, his smile, his hugs, his smell and soon enough - his name. One evening, the same year Rosie turned eleven and the memory of her friend had long since been forgotten, the young girl had a wild experience that is always dismissed as a dream to anyone who hears of it.

It was late one clear night that the dream is told to have taken place; Rosie had just snuck out of her window and was sitting on the rooftop of the orphanage when she claims to have been approached by a strange boy with reddish-brown hair. The boy is said to have been clad in all skeleton leaves and had a naturally jovial and juvenile air about him. Rosie still swears to this day that he had all his baby teeth - every single last pearly white. The boy offered her an escape that night; an escape to a place only heard of in fairy tales. In her spite of the orphanage and the loneliness which she was inclined to suffer though daily, Rosie accepted and was soon whisked away to a land beyond the stars. There, in that land beyond the stars, she met seven more boys all dressed in different animal skins and spent a great amount of time with them before the idea of finding a real family finally came about. In his excitement and arrogance, for he was a very cocky and proud boy who liked to be in charge, the leader - the one who brought Rosie to this land and who was named Peter - decided he knew exactly the place to take Rosie.

The next evening, he kept true to his word and Rosie soon found herself at the doorstep of a house she’d never before seen but that seemed very familiar to the boy. Hiding in the bushes, he urged her to knock and the door was soon opened by a young woman. After a short shuffle another face appeared, this time familiar to Rosie from the time she was taken to the orphanage. After many arrangements, rearrangements and pleas were made, everything was settled and Rosie was adopted into the St. Cloud family; it had been exactly on the doorstep of Mrs. Angela Wendy St. Cloud that the boy had left Rosie before vanishing back into his own world and, without a doubt, he’d been right to leave her there for his own reasons and security that she‘d be taken in.

For the next seven years of her life Rosie was educated in the same fashion that any other daughter of a wealthy aristocratic family was raised and was quick to adapt to the luxurious way of life. Despite this though, Rosie was a bright child, not too spoiled either, and learned her lessons quickly, often looking into them more than one might expect any proper 18th century young woman would…or should. Throughout these seven years though, Rosie was left with a rather stubbourn inclination for the name Peter and had managed to convince herself somehow - through the guilt-ridden memories of her first friend - that the Peter that had brought her to the St. Cloud’s had been the same boy who had helped her after her mother died all those years ago.

Somewhere along the six years of her life as a St. Cloud, Rosie met Leonardo Wickham and saw her family’s obvious choice of him as an eligible young man and one whom they hoped she would soon marry. Always one to act oblivious of the fact though, Rosie has fought her contradictory feelings for Mr. Wickham for quite some time and refuses to acknowledge him, to herself or anyone else, as anything more or less than a familiar acquaintance although the inclination shows obviously otherwise. One of Rosie’s most valued positions though, which she had rarely shared with anyone, Leonardo Wickham has no knowledge of, that she knows, and therefore, in Rosie’s mind, could never so long as be anything more to her than a simple acquaintance until it is shared.

This valued position, worth more than any amount of gold to the girl, is a simple necklace. A simple necklace of a silver chain with three small charms. The first is a small silver feather. The second, half of a broken locket that once had vines engraved across both it’s square sides, is one of Rosie’s biggest secrets as to where the other half remains. The last charm is a tiny, clear vial filled with what Rosie swears on her life to be gold fairy dust. This necklace, with it’s three charms, is Rosie’s dearest treasure and only ever shared with the most trust worthy people she knows. It first came around, the locket intact and vial empty, from Mr. James St. Cloud himself on the day he took Rosie to the orphanage but was altered that night Rosie set off with the young boy - Peter. Is this gold dust and Rosie’s adventure real? Many sensible people would claim otherwise and tell the girl not to fill her heads with such silly nonsense but, between Rosie and her mother, Peter must be the most charming boy to have ever graced all of England with his presence.

••BEHIND THE MASK••

(Me) Name: Chloe
Age: >>
RP experience: one year
Other Characters: Dr. Watson; Garrett Henderson
(roleplay) Anya awoke that morning with an irritable yawn. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, back and forth in an uncomfortable sleep. She’d had a horrible dream but couldn’t remember what it was about. At first she thought it must have been about Aaric but then something told her it wasn’t. It might have been about those strange Contaro people that scared her so much though. It wasn’t often Anya saw any of them around but whenever she heard the name her skin prickled and she looked around unconsciously for Aaric. It was silly to be afraid of a whole family having only ever met two members, but if one of those members had nearly beaten up the one badass she knew, then Anya had a right to scared. The other was fairly much alright and she didn’t jump every time she heard that name. Anya would never tell Aaric but she actually thought the Doctor was kind of cute but far too old for her. Besides, he was married and all that jazz so she wasn’t about to be hung up on any of that. But still, Dr. Contaro was far from ugly.

Gazing at the ceiling of her bedroom, Anya sighed. She’d have to get up sooner or later. She knew she would. But she really just didn’t want to. Groaning in sleepy agitation, the blonde tossed her pillow on the floor and pulled back the tangled sheets. Her bedroom was very warm what with the heater she had on during the winter but February was sometimes on the warmer side for which she was grateful. February was a lovely month in Anya’s opinion. Firstly, it signaled winter was coming to an end, despite her love of Christmas the cold was only favorable sometimes, and secondly Valentine’s Day was in February. It was coming up soon actually. Valentine’s Day had always been a favorite holiday of Anya’s she remembered as she pulled on her fluffy crème bathrobe. This year she didn’t have many people to give presents but she was thinking of getting Aaric a cheesy card to make him laugh. Anya loved to see Aaric laugh far more then she liked it when he frowned or got himself hurt.

Moving through the bathroom to brush her teeth then through the apartment to her small kitchen, Anya began to make herself a cup of coffee. It was a bad habit she had gotten into actually. Tea had always been her preferred morning drink but recently, with the having to keep on her toes around Aaric, she’d taken to drinking coffee so she’d be awake when the first thing happened. It wasn’t bad stuff really she just wished it didn’t spike then drop so quickly. It gave her a headache after just one cup. Anya was getting used to it though just like she was getting used to Aaric and Shady Lane and not to mention Show Down.

Show Down, her other male extra in life, was Anya’s all. He was a jittery thing but had a tremendous energy she’d never seen topped. When described to her family, her mother had said she and the stallion were alike in many ways but Anya didn’t see it. As far as training went, Show Down had been a fairly good show jumper from the start and they’d done well together in recent, local competitions. Anya was still working with him though to try and peak those skills he had already mastered. Taking her coffee to the small table, Anya sat and took a sip burning her tongue. Sticking it out a few moments later, she laughed at herself. In truth, Anya didn’t know how long she was planning on hanging around Shady Lane. She loved all the people there and she’d even gotten a job as a riding instructor but she’d always been on the move competing here and there. She didn’t know what it would be like to really leave Aaric and the others and it was a thought she tried not to think about too often. Having already passed up a few good shows across the country to stay made Anya wonder. She knew she was getting too attached but she couldn’t help it.

Deciding to leave the coffee cup on the table to cool down, she went to change. Sorting through all her things Anya pulled on a pair of jodhpurs and found a warm, fuzzy white sweater for on top. Slipping that on, she found her boots and gloves and made a mental note that her helmet and crop should still be in the office if she needs them later on. Checking her mess of hair in the bathroom, Anya sighed and pulled it up into a ponytail not wanting to play around with it today. Then, a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss and she was set. Anya wasn’t big on makeup for everyday uses. Special occasions were…special.

Checking the clock atop her night table, the blonde jumped. She was going to be late for the first lesson she had that morning! Double-checking she had everything once more, the girl moved through back to her kitchen and set out a little dish of seeds on the porch like she did every morning. Anya had taken to feeding the birds and squirrels after having caught one of the latter trying to attack an neighboring birdfeeder. She had always wanted a little bird too, a cute little parakeet or finch but with the traveling Anya knew she couldn’t have any pets aside from her horse.

Going back through the apartment, she grabbed her keys and triple checked everything was in place before closing and locking the door. Making her way down the stairs and elevator to the parking lot, Anya spotted her car and climbed in. Beside her in the passengers seat was still that same pile of, now outdated, showing brochures pertaining to the shows she had skipped for staying at Shady Lane. On top of those sat a small pile of peppermint horse treats for Show Down - or Gunner as was his barn name. The stallion had really taken well to the peppermint and Anya was glad because it was her favorite sweet too. Preferably even more than chocolate because the latter was more fattening.

When she reached the barn, Anya hopped out with her gloves in her mouth, keys in one hand and sticking a cell phone into her pocket with the other. Taking her gloves with one now free hand, she grabbed a regular peppermint that had been sitting in her cup holder and shut the door. It was now, popping that peppermint in her mouth, that Anya remembered the cup of steaming coffee still waiting for her at home on the kitchen table. A small ‘oh’ escaped her as the blonde wrinkled her nose in remembrance. Oh well, she’d see to that later.

Walking now to the office and checking the staff list, she saw that her first lesson was due to start in an hour. That was plenty of time to check up on Gunner though she’d have to exercise him later. With a nod, the blonde tossed her gloves on the table that always seemed to have papers all over it and made her way to the stallion’s stall. The chestnut seemed sound asleep as Anya crept up not wanting to startle him. Poking her head inside the stall, she giggled at the sleeping thing. At the sound of her voice though, Gunner jerked his head up slightly and awoke to turn and look at her. Shaking his mane the stallion nickered softly and did a small jig before turning in his stall. He was always acting like he had ants under his fur and was the only creature on Earth who Anya knew would never benefit from coffee. Pawing a hoof softly, still fairly tired, the stallion nosed Anya’s back pocket and pushed her almost all the way to the side making the young woman laugh.

“Be nice,” she scolded gently whilst laughing. Manners were a thing she was still working on with him but it probably didn’t help that she laughed and still gave him the treat. Now, running her fingers through his mane and scratching his forehead gently, Anya gave Gunner a small kiss on the muzzle to which the horse snorted and shook his head making her giggle again. “I’ll get you out in the ring late’r.” she said. “For now I need to check up on a few things and find the oth’r big lump of man aro’nd here. Then I’ll be free to car’e f’you.” Gunner gave a bob of his head as if he understood but really didn’t have a clue of what was just said amusing Anya. With one last pat, she left the stall and made her way through the barn back outside.

Shady Lane was buzzing this morning as Anya emerged and made her way back to her car. Having remembered she needed to fill out another form for a local show she figured now was as good a time as any. Her lesson wasn’t due to start for another forty-five minutes after all. Grabbing the show listings and form, Anya turned around and closed the door again when suddenly a bark caught her attention. It came over from the round pen so, crossing her arms and flinching slightly against a large, unexpected gust of wind, Anya made her way over. As she reached the rail, a bundle of fur bounced up and down in excitement and she immediately recognized it. The other male on crack! Giggling, Anya crouched and hugged the wriggling puppy before straightening and gazing inside the ring. Just as she had expected, Aaric was working one of his horses in there. Cher possibly?

Tucking her arms into a crossed position again, Anya stepped onto the bottom rail and leaned on the top one to watch. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she saw Aaric was topless and the blonde had to hold back a laugh. “Forget your’ shirt at home?” she called with an evident smile spreading across her lips.

••THEPLAYBOOK••

so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really. {with edits by staff}