Post by Rosaline Victoire Dupont on Jul 28, 2011 19:46:20 GMT -5
Welcome Rosaline Victoire Dupont to Camp Rock!
Need to know
![/center][/font][/size]full name: rosaline victoire dupont
age: 16
gender: female
camp: camp rock
talent: sings / piano / guitar / acts
position: n/a
favorite color: RAINBOW! but if she has to pick, then blue or black... but she REALLY doesn't like to pick.
How to behave
![/center][/font][/size]likes: cake, candy, chocolate, singing, acting, playing instruments, reading, writing, quiet days, hot or warm weather, animals (especially raccoons), tea, coffee (especially iced coffee or lattes)
dislikes: cold weather, vegetables, lukewarm tea, lemonade, citrus of any kind, mean or rude people, unfriendly people
secret: She pretends everything's okay, and seems always happy, but really she's suffering because her family is a big fat mess. Her parents separated when she was less than a year old, her mom's constantly dating and screaming and arguing at both her current boyfriends and Rose; Rose doesn't even know her dad, or doesn't remember him, rather; Rose's mom doesn't want her and doesn't like her, and sends her to camp so she doesn't have to see her. Rose's maternal grandmother is her only other living relative, because both her parents are only children just like her. However, the grandmother is extremely manipulative and Rose hates to be around her. Camp Rock is like her only sanctuary. So all in all, it's a pretty crazy stew family!
fears: losing friends; being weak; thunderstorms
sum it up: Rose hates to seem weak. That's one of her biggest fears, for whatever reason. She'll only cry when she's alone (which is a lot) and she won't tell anyone if she's scared of something. Rose is terrified of the water because she can't swim, and she's also terrified of thunderstorms. Even so, she won't confide in anyone, even if you're her best friend. She wants to be strong on her own.
Despite this, Rosaline is a very friendly person. She likes being around others, and feels genuinely comfortable that way. She loves being on stage, and that's where she feels the most comfortable (aside from being in camp in general, of course). When it comes to school she's generally lazy, and doesn't try particularly hard. But, school is another way of escape for her to get away from her home life, so she does after-school things whenever she can.
Rose is social for the most part, and likes to be happy and likes to laugh. It's a good stress-reliever and an escape route for other thoughts that might invade without permission.
About the looks
![/center][/font][/size]hair color: red
eye color: brown
height: five foot three
weight: one hundred eleven pounds
clothing style: she prefers wearing black and pairing it with bright, neon colours, or to just wear bright, vibrant things. When it's not too hot outside she'll wear neon striped knee socks with shorts and a black tank top, or something like that, with bright coloured converse.
tell it all: Rosaline is her own fashion statement. She loves brightly-coloured, vibrant things, and can always be seen wearing some type of neon colouring, even if it's just her socks. Even so, she doesn't dress poorly. She likes to be unique and she likes to be herself. She doesn't want to blend in, she wants to stand out, and that's exactly what shows in the way she dresses and acts.
Rose is slender and rather small for her age, not to say that she's underdeveloped or anything. She's just short, and petite- small boned, to say the least. She looks a bit younger than she actually is, but her maturity makes up for that (though sometimes she can be quite childish, but in a more clueless and positive way).
Rose has curly red hair, which might just be where she got her name from. Her bangs reach almost into her eyes, and her hair goes almost to the middle of her back. Her skin is very pale, but not in an unhealthy way... more of a "I hate being outside because there's gross bugs and stuff so I'll stay inside instead thank you very much" way.
Tell your story
![/center][/font][/size]parents: Celene Dupont, female, mother, age 32, works in and owns a well-paying, well-known record company, Dupont Records;; Roger Sinclair, male, father, age 33, works in a publishing company
siblings: none
others: n/a
hometown: Marseille, France
current location: Santa Monica, CA (USA)
history: Rosaline was born to a French mother and an English father. Her father moved to Marseille at age seventeen, after graduating high school. Celene met Roger soon after and they began dating. After a few months, Celene became pregnant with Rose, and gave birth nine months later. She didn't really want Rose, but she liked having her at the same time. She didn't want to take care of her, though, so she gave that job to a hired nanny while she still attended school. Celene and Roger lived together at that point, in Roger's apartment, but it didn't last long. They would fight all the time and they eventually broke up, a few months before Rosaline turned one.
Roger moved back to England, and after graduating from college Celene moved to America, taking Rose with her of course. Rose grew up in Santa Monica, California, speaking French as her first language, but she was fluent in English by age six, anyway, since she had school and was living around English-speaking people. She and her mom never exactly got along, but with her mom dating random guys all the time it was hard.
Rosaline began attending Camp Rock every year since she was ten, and enjoyed it immensely. With her job, Celene had no problem affording the camp, and was happy to have time away from her 'needy' daughter. Celene would always just give Rosaline money (an allowance of $500 a week) so that she'd stay out of her way, so Rose pretty much took care of herself as soon as she was able.
Behind the mask
![/center][/font][/size]alias: ele
experience: four years, almost
other characters: none
how many times you can be on in a week: usually about four or five days a week
rp example:
"I hate you!" How many times in her life Rosaline had heard that word- none of them directed toward her, but every time just as painful as if they were. Her mother and her newest boyfriend were fighting again, and every time her mother screamed Rosaline's heart broke just a little bit more. She was curled up in a chair in the reading room, trying to block it out and trying to stop the tears welling in her eyes, but both were no good. For some reason, though the estate was large, the anger and hate never seemed to be blocked out. She stifled a sob and thought of how this had been the shortest relationship yet- her mother and this guy, whose name she couldn't even remember, had only lasted a few days. It always ended this way, always started the same way; her mother would come home from shopping one day with a new guy, and would introduce him to Rose, though of course she wasn't listening, wasn't paying attention... her mother and the guy would go off somewhere together and Rose practically never saw them. She would just keep on doing her own thing, just as she was trying to do.
Rosaline heard a door slam- it must have been her mother- and some footsteps, someone stomping, and another door slamming- it must have been the guy. Why did it always end this way? Why couldn't her mother just find someone and stick with them? Didn't she know how hard this was on the family, if it could even be called that? Rosaline was tired of all the abortions her mother was having, all the screaming, all the fighting, all the needlessness of it all. She wanted to just yell at her, tell her to stop making stupid decisions, to stop and think. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. She stayed the silent observer, drowning her sorrows in music, theater, and school.
There was another sound, the sound of shattering glass. That'll be the wine glass.... Rosaline thought, for she knew her mother's routine by heart: get together, sleep together, yell and argue, break up, drink, repeat. It seemed as if it'd never come to an end. It was always this way, wasn't it?
Rosaline fell asleep, her face still tearstained, in that armchair in the reading room, waking up just in time for school, and only waking because a maid had found her. She dressed quickly and eccentricly, as she always did, and made her way to school, her place of peace and happiness. She was always smiling there. It was only when she'd gone to change for the dress rehearsal in her theater class that she saw the redness around her eyes, which was greatly contrasted by the pinkness on her cheeks and a smile in her eyes and on her lips.
She stared at her reflection, and quickly applied more eyeliner, but not too much. It didn't hide it completely, but just enough to make her face look flushed and not like she'd been crying all night. Rose hurried to the stage, her sanctuary, and played her part with fantastic ease. She forgot everything when she was on the stage. Everything about it made her happy.
After theater she went to the rest of her classes, uplifted and truly happy. Finally the day was over for most, but not to her. She went to her house and picked up her pre-packed bags, and then to the car, and finally, to Camp Rock, and continued to forget all the things that had happened. After all, she was used to it by now. It didn't matter. She wasn't upset. She wasn't. And she would never be. There was no point in getting upset. There wasn't. She wouldn't. She refused. As she wiped the thoughts from her mind, she felt another smile cross her face and she was happy again, forgetting until the next relationship came to an end.
Rosaline heard a door slam- it must have been her mother- and some footsteps, someone stomping, and another door slamming- it must have been the guy. Why did it always end this way? Why couldn't her mother just find someone and stick with them? Didn't she know how hard this was on the family, if it could even be called that? Rosaline was tired of all the abortions her mother was having, all the screaming, all the fighting, all the needlessness of it all. She wanted to just yell at her, tell her to stop making stupid decisions, to stop and think. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. She stayed the silent observer, drowning her sorrows in music, theater, and school.
There was another sound, the sound of shattering glass. That'll be the wine glass.... Rosaline thought, for she knew her mother's routine by heart: get together, sleep together, yell and argue, break up, drink, repeat. It seemed as if it'd never come to an end. It was always this way, wasn't it?
Rosaline fell asleep, her face still tearstained, in that armchair in the reading room, waking up just in time for school, and only waking because a maid had found her. She dressed quickly and eccentricly, as she always did, and made her way to school, her place of peace and happiness. She was always smiling there. It was only when she'd gone to change for the dress rehearsal in her theater class that she saw the redness around her eyes, which was greatly contrasted by the pinkness on her cheeks and a smile in her eyes and on her lips.
She stared at her reflection, and quickly applied more eyeliner, but not too much. It didn't hide it completely, but just enough to make her face look flushed and not like she'd been crying all night. Rose hurried to the stage, her sanctuary, and played her part with fantastic ease. She forgot everything when she was on the stage. Everything about it made her happy.
After theater she went to the rest of her classes, uplifted and truly happy. Finally the day was over for most, but not to her. She went to her house and picked up her pre-packed bags, and then to the car, and finally, to Camp Rock, and continued to forget all the things that had happened. After all, she was used to it by now. It didn't matter. She wasn't upset. She wasn't. And she would never be. There was no point in getting upset. There wasn't. She wouldn't. She refused. As she wiped the thoughts from her mind, she felt another smile cross her face and she was happy again, forgetting until the next relationship came to an end.
