Clarissa Rosewood
Oct 1, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
Post by Clara Rosewood on Oct 1, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Clarissa Anne Rosewood
Nicknames: Clara. Everyone calls her Clara.
Age: 19
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Library Assistant
Powers: Power Mimicry. Clara can temporarily duplicate other meta-human's powers. It is a powerful ability with great potential. Unfortunately, it is wasted on her. She cannot control her powers like she should. Some powers she can hold onto to for days, others, only seconds. When she holds on to a power for too long she suffers from crippling migraines. Her levels on control are sub-par and her power usage is sporadic. Clara has been trained to control her abilites for the majority of her life, but still shorts out. She needs a lot of help.
Play By: Kate Parnell
The Details
Hair Color:Brown
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings?Single – earlobes
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? A few on her knees and knuckles from playing as a child.
General Appearance:
Clara is five feet and four inches and weighs almost nothing. She would like to brag about her adorable gamine figure, but it would be more accurate to say 'boyish'. With no bust and hardly any hips to speak of the only thing that saves her femininity are her delicate features; dainty hands, long neck, and slender limbs. She has a pretty enough face with full lips and a strong brow, but is not overly attractive. All in all, her looks, like most everything else, are average.
She appears very soft, but not in a good way. Years of physical inactivity have made her weak. Clara couldn't run a mile to save her life... unless if course she was borrowing someone's super-speed. And who knows how long that would last? She has pale skin that opted to freckle rather than tan. Clara's messy hair is cropped short in a defeated-looking style. She gave up on it's maintenance long ago and endures permanent bed-head. The feature that most stands out about Clara is her eyes, bold green, but it is not so much the color that is off-putting. Rather the way Clara stares directly, mercilessly at others. She doesn't mean to stare... it's just how her eyes are. She has offended a great many people with this.
Clara tends to dress frumpy, but a fashion-chic-frump? She finds the world of high fashion fascinating and tries to keep up on the current runway styles – not matter how crazy. But at the same time doesn't want to try hard. It's a conundrum. She will often change the theme of here attire on a daily basis: preppy one day, glam rock the next, and runway another. But she still keeps dowdy overlay.
Personality:
Like any human, Clara experiences a wide variety of emotions. Often feeling many at one time. An accurate description of Clara is... confused. She is at an odd age; she doesn't know if she is a teenager still or already an adult. She has yet to truly define herself as a person and searches for ways to do so. She challenges herself, and hates to remain idle in life for too long. She is bold and blunt in her approach to some things and fears the rest. Clara knows what type of person she wants to be -reliable, proud, responsible – and in her own way works toward that goal.
For now, she is a dreamy girl with her head in the clouds. She isn't as aware of her surrounds as she should be. Clara is quick to trust others and tends to take what people say literally. She finds crying to be a fault and will do whatever she can to avoid it. This normally results in a lot of pent up emotion that explodes without warning. So, tears are a Catch-22. She cannot cry but emotions force it upon her. She kind of weird or spacey, as she lives in her own little 'bubble' of reality. Her moral compass is... off. She is honest to a fault and speaks before she thinks. She can be shy in new places and around new people, but isn't afraid to share her opinions. She has an awkwardness to her speech. At times she can be melodramatic and will assumed the worst in every situation.
Clara isn't all that different from most girls her age and is trying to find and sense of purpose and a place in the world.Your VicesLikes:✩ Baking
✩ Fashion Magazines and Blogs
✩ Thinking and Talking
✩ Hiking and Jogging
✩ Lazy Day Naps
Dislikes:✩ Shellfish
✩ Defeat
✩ Sour Drinks
✩ Winter and Winter Sports
✩ Ice Cubes
Strengths: Menial tasks and organizing other people's things.
Weaknesses: The list is long.
Fears: Men her age and older, swimming.
Secret: She is attracted to older men, usually between the ages of 25 to 40. And she probably has better control of her powers than she thinks, but lack confidence.
Family Ties
Father: Stefan Rosewood
Mother: Ruth Rosewood
Siblings: Lucas (24), Elsie (22), Oscar (16), and Eveyln (13)
Any Other Important People: She has a best friend, now turned pen-pal named Femke.
History
Clara was the third child born to the Rosewood's in a small town in Utah. Her childhood was uneventful until a month before she was due to attended kindergarten. Her parents were of strong faith and even Clara's little mind could understand what they meant by 'missionaries'. What she didn't understand until it was too late was the part about the whole family moving to Germany to teach the word of God. She was confused, but too young to really complain. English is her first language and was spoken in her home and church, and learning German as a young girl proved a daunting task.
She attended a Christian primary school run by the world mission organization her parents worked under. Her grades were sufficient, as well as her grasp of the German language, so she was allowed to attended a secondary public school. Clara's grades were not high enough to be accepted into a Realschule, but she happy to attended the local Hauptschule. The summer before her entry into the Hauptschule her family visited the city of Frankfurt. There purpose was bolster the ranks of rally for freedom of religion. Clara's part was to pass out fliers and smile. She was nearly thirteen at the time and was just about as worn out as she could be of her lifestyle. Sure. In her own way she believed in God, but she wasn't sure that her God and the God of her parents were one in the same.
It was around noon in a busy square on a autumn day in Frankfurt when her life was forever changed. A hot-headed young with liquor on his breath was getting her face about the fliers, and it was only proving to piss Clara off. Why would he yell at her? Threaten her? Shove her? What did the words on a piece of paper have to do with her? Somehow she had gotten separated from her family, losing them in the busy crow. She was left to her own defense. It had gotten to the point that she could not longer stand the man's abuse and she shouted a forceful, “Fick dich ins Knie!” Which promptly resulted in a hard slap. Moments later the man was ablaze with red flames.
It was newsworthy and shortly after she was carted away to Switzerland. Of course, it had not been the first time something like that had happened. Two weeks prior she was shopping with Lucas and Elsie when another strange thing happened. Elsie crossed a old stone bridge that had been threatening to crumble for decades. On that day it did, instead of falling to her doom she was saved by her little sister. More or less. It was as if an invisible hand held her up long enough for Lucas to snatch her up. She was scolded by her sister and told to never tell their parents of the incident. After that day she could never use the power again.
Life at Kocher was a mixture of exciting and disappointing. Her parent had disowned her for communing with evil spirits, so she rarely heard from home. Still, she made friends and prospered. But something was missing. Her severe lack of control was dangerous for herself and others. One day, in her second to last year of schooling Clara heard other students gossip Hammel – the American school. After careful thought she decided to work hard and graduate, move to America and take training classes at Hammel.
Her plan worked.
Roleplay Example
The sounds of so many American voices was surprisingly foreign. Clara was born and learned to speak in Utah, but after so many years in Germany it was off-putting to hear so much English at once. Sure, at Kocher she had taken a combination of English and German courses, but still... Voices high and low buzzed as the frenzies people swarmed the airport. Technically, it was Clara's second airplane trip, but five-year-old Clara didn't remember the first ride. Clara's passport and been checked, and she had been through and whole mess of inspection. She waited patiently for her luggage: a simple rose print carpet bag and the vintage Pan-Am carry-on. She did not have many personal things and sold what she could to move back to America.
She was told what flight to take. She was told where to wait for someone to pick her up. She remember those details carefully, but for the life of her she couldn't remember the time! Clara was skilled at forgetting the important things. Her friends would often tease her for being so scatterbrained. She could never keep up with her homework or remember when examination days were. She could be so hopeless sometimes! Nearly an hour passed as she waited in the airport cafe. She was smart and had converted most of her money to dollars. Sipping a hot chocolate and nibbling on some gray-colored sandwich, Clara sat patiently at a small leather upholstered booth.
Lost in thought, Clara daydreamed of her adventures at Hammel. It was so close now! She would work hard at her job and party with co-workers. Was she old enough to go to a bar? Whatever! She would make all sorts of friends and they would go shopping and text one another. Clara had, what she felt to be, humble aspirations. Most of all she hoped the the instructors would guide and train her to properly use her powers. To Clara mimicry felt dirty in a away. Like she was stealing the part of what made people individuals, and like she had no identity of her own. Truthfully, she didn't actually steal anything, but sometimes feelings of the heart and the fact didn't align. She relied a lot on her heart, often when she should be using her brain.
“--iss? Miss?” Clara snapped to attention once she realized she was being spoken to. A woman with fiery red hair was addressing her. She was older, maybe in her early fifties. She wore a black pantsuit and gave of a distinct air of professionalism. She had a sweet and steady voice. She asked after Clara again, “Miss?” The young woman nodded to let her know that the redhead had her attention. The woman smiled, it was softer than she expected, “Clarissa Rosewood?” She wanted clarification. “Yes, but I am called Clara,” she replied in English. Clara had no accent to speak of and her pronunciation was impeccable, but listening to herself verbalize was surreal. “Clara, then,” The woman said then continued, “My name is Eliza Ritter and I will be driving you to the Institute. It's not a short trip so I'm sure we'll get to know eachother.”
All Clara could manage was a nod. She turned to her left over food and scooped it up. Momentarily confused by recycle bins, Clara recovered and disposed of her refuse. She grabbed her carry-on and Eliza took the larger. It was heavy for Clara, and she was relived to longer be handling it. Part of her admired Eliza's effortless strength. The pair made their way to the exit and Eliza plowed through the middle of a large gathering. Crowds made her nervous. For some reason they reminded her of setting people of fire. Eliza noticed her charge's hesitation and backtracked to her. “Are you all right, Clara?” She asked full of sincerity. A pause. “Yes. I am well.” she answered. Another smile spread across the red woman's face, “Are you ready to go to The Hammel Institute?” She was unsure of the reason, but Clara was comforted by Eliza's question. In the same manner it was given, she returned the smile and gave the woman a single, definitive word.
“Yes.”What About You?Name: Mystery is fine... since I orginally signed on in the C-box as 'mysteryguest'.
Age: Newly 21!
Experience: I dunno the number of years... since middle school?
How Did You Find Us? Serious. High-powered. Google. Search.
Ready To Play? -creepy old man laugh- YOUKNOWIT! ^___~
