Post by Rose Red on Jan 24, 2010 20:29:20 GMT -5
Rose Red
Position: Patient
Disorder: Apathetic toward death. Wishes to murder sister.
Personality: Rose is a quiet, well-mannered girl who rarely smiles. She is often curious of things, but is very polite and well-spoken. She is very dainty and lady-like. She always addresses others as 'Sir' or 'Madam'. While eyes are usually a window to the soul, hers are blank and listless.
History
She was born into royalty, but because of her evil aunt, she and her sister were taken by the good fairies to live with a kind, elderly old woman. They grew up there as perfect little children, away from the corruption and sin of the city. They were pure.
One day, they and their "mother" befriended a bear who later turned out to be a prince, who had been cursed into a bear body until he could steal back his family's treasure from a thieving, unkind dwarf.
At 14, her sister Snow White was engaged to the son of the evil queen and Rose Red to his brother. Snow White and Rose Red bickered on who would become the next queen. Snow White's husband was the elder of the twins, and so had his brother beheaded, making himself the rightful king along with his wife, Snow White.
Rose Red was wracked with grief and anger over the death of her beloved, Rose Red decided to take revenge for the death of her husband and the denial to the Throne.
In attempt to murder Snow White, she was captured and beheaded.
Many years later, her angered soul was trapped within a mansion that bore her name, sealing her to it. Within it, she clustered the souls of those who chose to wander her halls into her own soul, eventually restoring her body.
However, just as she was about to swallow the last bit of souls she would need to reform and take revenge on her sister (not realizing the Golden Age had long past), she was exorcised out of the house and into the Fairy Tale world.
There, she was apprehended by Fairy Tale Police and tried for murder.
She had left part of her soul back in the house, so she carries little emotions and does not understand pain or suffering. She has seemingly reverted back to her 14 year old self, fairly oblivious to her days of blood lust.
She still, however, expresses a dry desire to kill her sister, who she still believes is ruling her kingdom.
She lacks the concept of time and while acknowledges the new technological advances, still believes people are still living in the Medieval way of life.
It would be easy to call her somewhat naive at the present. She has little idea who she is, why she is there, or how long she has been there.
She is the favorite patient for Dr.Hare and Mr.Crow, who conduct therapy with her privately. She also sometimes accompanies Dr.Hare and Mr.Crow around the asylum as a guest, where they will politely hold her hand and lead her, calling her a 'Model Patient'.
Despite her youthful appearance, she is one of the oldest patients at the Sanitarium, having been admitted just a year after it's opening.
Family Snow White (Sister) - Unknown, Mother - Deceased
Origin Snow White and Rose Red
Gender Female
Appearance She has silky, slightly wavy locks of jet black hair. Her body is petite and she stands around 5'1-5'2. Her pupils are milky white, as though she is blind, but she can see perfectly fine. Her iris is gray. Her skin is extremely fair, except for her apple red cheeks and lips. She wears no make-up.
She does not wear a gown, as she is deemed 'safe' and not a danger to herself or others. She is, by far, one of the most privileged patients in terms of clothing, being allowed and even supplied extravagant red dresses by an unknown donor (Mr.Hare/Mr.Crow). Her usual outfit is pictured above.
Likes Red Tea, Roses, Anything Red, Apples, Old-World Customs, Politeness
Dislikes Her sister, though she is very dry about this.
Roleplay Sample
It was tea-time, and that meant Mr.Hare would be fetching her from her quarters at any moment. The room surrounding her was somewhat lavish compared to the normal, blank and or wretchedly unkempt rooms in her cell-block. Instead of bars, she had an iron door with a glass slot.
Her bed was and luxurious, with black and red sheets, crumpled with lace and trimmings. It was covered in beautiful and comfortable throw pillows, in which she had embroidered roses, angels and vines, among other things.
The rest of the room was strangely wall-papered with a deep maroon, with a black floral pattern that was extremely tasteful. There was a comfy, plush chair with a black doily placed on it's arms and head, which she had knitted herself. There was also a small, antique shelving unit, where she kept her belongings, such as her sewing and knitting things.
Next to the door, where was a button underneath of a speaker, presumably where she would ask for assistance if she needed any. As this particular cell lacked a toilet, Rose Red would be graciously allowed to use the Staff Restroom at her leisure, having been granted special permission by Mr. H. Dumpty himself.
Speaking of which, she was scheduled to have tea with him at 4 o' clock, as she always did on Saturdays.
Dawning her usual garb, she brushed off her lap and quickly waited patiently in front of the door, expressionless, for Mr. Hare or Mr. Crow to retrieve her. It wasn't long before the latch on the iron door creaked and was slid back into the wall, revealing the disrepair of the rest of the cells around her own, though she did not mind this much.
Mr. Hare stood patiently outside the door frame, smirking coolly. Rose curtsied politely.
"Good evening, Mr Hare and Mr. Crow, sirs."
"Good evening indeed, Madam. Your hand?"
"Of course sir."
When she lifted from her curtsy, she held out her white gloved hand and he took it gracefully, placing a rabbit's kiss upon the fabric. He then carefully held her dainty hand in his human palm as he led her through the blood curdling screeches that filled the Sanitarium as always.
Rose Red was indeed regarded as the preen princess of the Sanitarium, and no one dared to act impolitely to her, as doing such would invoke the terrible wrath of Mr. Hare or Mr. Crow.
The last time a man had dared to spit at her well-polished shoes, he had been taken in for execution for 'assaulting a patient' and was promptly never heard from again, taking away at least one yell from the chorus of many fallen angels.
Of course, being the pride and joy of the Sanitarium, it was she who was introduced to prospective patients or their caretakers, and especially health inspectors (who rarely visited this far out into the wood). She was treated handsomely for her good example, and therefore regarded with high respect and given many extra privileges.
There was even a rumor going about with the patients (though entirely untrue) that Rose Red was the daughter or treasured niece of Mr. Humpty, as was his treatment of her.
However, Rose was sent to therapy every other day of the week, as were most patients, and one might even suspect that there was even more pressure on her to do exceptionally well through them, no matter what fresh hell awaited her behind each closed, Therapy room door.
But she handled it beautifully, or perhaps she had no therapy at all, perhaps instead, she was taken to tea. As most days.
Thus was the mystery surrounding the favorite of Mr. Hare, Mr.Crow and the president - H. Dumpty.
Other Info Special privileges.
Position: Patient
Disorder: Apathetic toward death. Wishes to murder sister.
Personality: Rose is a quiet, well-mannered girl who rarely smiles. She is often curious of things, but is very polite and well-spoken. She is very dainty and lady-like. She always addresses others as 'Sir' or 'Madam'. While eyes are usually a window to the soul, hers are blank and listless.
History
She was born into royalty, but because of her evil aunt, she and her sister were taken by the good fairies to live with a kind, elderly old woman. They grew up there as perfect little children, away from the corruption and sin of the city. They were pure.
One day, they and their "mother" befriended a bear who later turned out to be a prince, who had been cursed into a bear body until he could steal back his family's treasure from a thieving, unkind dwarf.
At 14, her sister Snow White was engaged to the son of the evil queen and Rose Red to his brother. Snow White and Rose Red bickered on who would become the next queen. Snow White's husband was the elder of the twins, and so had his brother beheaded, making himself the rightful king along with his wife, Snow White.
Rose Red was wracked with grief and anger over the death of her beloved, Rose Red decided to take revenge for the death of her husband and the denial to the Throne.
In attempt to murder Snow White, she was captured and beheaded.
Many years later, her angered soul was trapped within a mansion that bore her name, sealing her to it. Within it, she clustered the souls of those who chose to wander her halls into her own soul, eventually restoring her body.
However, just as she was about to swallow the last bit of souls she would need to reform and take revenge on her sister (not realizing the Golden Age had long past), she was exorcised out of the house and into the Fairy Tale world.
There, she was apprehended by Fairy Tale Police and tried for murder.
She had left part of her soul back in the house, so she carries little emotions and does not understand pain or suffering. She has seemingly reverted back to her 14 year old self, fairly oblivious to her days of blood lust.
She still, however, expresses a dry desire to kill her sister, who she still believes is ruling her kingdom.
She lacks the concept of time and while acknowledges the new technological advances, still believes people are still living in the Medieval way of life.
It would be easy to call her somewhat naive at the present. She has little idea who she is, why she is there, or how long she has been there.
She is the favorite patient for Dr.Hare and Mr.Crow, who conduct therapy with her privately. She also sometimes accompanies Dr.Hare and Mr.Crow around the asylum as a guest, where they will politely hold her hand and lead her, calling her a 'Model Patient'.
Despite her youthful appearance, she is one of the oldest patients at the Sanitarium, having been admitted just a year after it's opening.
Family Snow White (Sister) - Unknown, Mother - Deceased
Origin Snow White and Rose Red
Gender Female
Appearance She has silky, slightly wavy locks of jet black hair. Her body is petite and she stands around 5'1-5'2. Her pupils are milky white, as though she is blind, but she can see perfectly fine. Her iris is gray. Her skin is extremely fair, except for her apple red cheeks and lips. She wears no make-up.
She does not wear a gown, as she is deemed 'safe' and not a danger to herself or others. She is, by far, one of the most privileged patients in terms of clothing, being allowed and even supplied extravagant red dresses by an unknown donor (Mr.Hare/Mr.Crow). Her usual outfit is pictured above.
Likes Red Tea, Roses, Anything Red, Apples, Old-World Customs, Politeness
Dislikes Her sister, though she is very dry about this.
Roleplay Sample
It was tea-time, and that meant Mr.Hare would be fetching her from her quarters at any moment. The room surrounding her was somewhat lavish compared to the normal, blank and or wretchedly unkempt rooms in her cell-block. Instead of bars, she had an iron door with a glass slot.
Her bed was and luxurious, with black and red sheets, crumpled with lace and trimmings. It was covered in beautiful and comfortable throw pillows, in which she had embroidered roses, angels and vines, among other things.
The rest of the room was strangely wall-papered with a deep maroon, with a black floral pattern that was extremely tasteful. There was a comfy, plush chair with a black doily placed on it's arms and head, which she had knitted herself. There was also a small, antique shelving unit, where she kept her belongings, such as her sewing and knitting things.
Next to the door, where was a button underneath of a speaker, presumably where she would ask for assistance if she needed any. As this particular cell lacked a toilet, Rose Red would be graciously allowed to use the Staff Restroom at her leisure, having been granted special permission by Mr. H. Dumpty himself.
Speaking of which, she was scheduled to have tea with him at 4 o' clock, as she always did on Saturdays.
Dawning her usual garb, she brushed off her lap and quickly waited patiently in front of the door, expressionless, for Mr. Hare or Mr. Crow to retrieve her. It wasn't long before the latch on the iron door creaked and was slid back into the wall, revealing the disrepair of the rest of the cells around her own, though she did not mind this much.
Mr. Hare stood patiently outside the door frame, smirking coolly. Rose curtsied politely.
"Good evening, Mr Hare and Mr. Crow, sirs."
"Good evening indeed, Madam. Your hand?"
"Of course sir."
When she lifted from her curtsy, she held out her white gloved hand and he took it gracefully, placing a rabbit's kiss upon the fabric. He then carefully held her dainty hand in his human palm as he led her through the blood curdling screeches that filled the Sanitarium as always.
Rose Red was indeed regarded as the preen princess of the Sanitarium, and no one dared to act impolitely to her, as doing such would invoke the terrible wrath of Mr. Hare or Mr. Crow.
The last time a man had dared to spit at her well-polished shoes, he had been taken in for execution for 'assaulting a patient' and was promptly never heard from again, taking away at least one yell from the chorus of many fallen angels.
Of course, being the pride and joy of the Sanitarium, it was she who was introduced to prospective patients or their caretakers, and especially health inspectors (who rarely visited this far out into the wood). She was treated handsomely for her good example, and therefore regarded with high respect and given many extra privileges.
There was even a rumor going about with the patients (though entirely untrue) that Rose Red was the daughter or treasured niece of Mr. Humpty, as was his treatment of her.
However, Rose was sent to therapy every other day of the week, as were most patients, and one might even suspect that there was even more pressure on her to do exceptionally well through them, no matter what fresh hell awaited her behind each closed, Therapy room door.
But she handled it beautifully, or perhaps she had no therapy at all, perhaps instead, she was taken to tea. As most days.
Thus was the mystery surrounding the favorite of Mr. Hare, Mr.Crow and the president - H. Dumpty.
Other Info Special privileges.
